Criminal Psychology

It was an ordinary morning.

Early-rising patients walked in the hospital garden, white smoke rose from the chimney of the cafeteria, and nurses pushed carts to distribute medicines to each ward.

And Lin Chen walked into Chen Lian's ward with a small bunch of daisies in his arms.

The only patient in the ward closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't know anything.

But monitoring shows that she is now in a conscious state.

Lin Chen put the folder in his hand down on the bedside, picked up the vase, connected some water to the faucet, inserted tender yellow daisies into the vase one by one, and placed them on the bedside table.

Shen Lian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her neck was covered with thick white gauze, and her hands and feet were handcuffed on the bed, so weak that she could break at the touch of a finger.She rolled her eyes and glanced at the flowers under the sun on the bedside.

Just from that momentary gaze, Lin Chen knew that Shen Lian's soul was as cold and firm as before.

"Don't mind too much." Lin Chen said, "This is not a persevering flattery, and this bouquet of flowers is not for you. You can take it as your own. This is my memory of the friend who only met once."

Lin Chen sat down beside the hospital bed.

He no longer needed to observe Shen Lian's expression, and he didn't intend to continue with Shen Lian. He looked at the flowers and the sky outside the window, as if he was talking to some friends who had gone away.

"For more than a year, I have been very restless."

"I have seen girls who defended their fathers, school girls willing to commit suicide, heinous sexual assaults, and victims of sexual assaults who persevered and wanted to commit crimes for their idols. I have been kidnapped, traveled abroad, and I have been to the cruelest place in the world, and I have seen the most simple and beautiful soul in the world. I met the love of my life, and I almost died. I successfully brought the criminal to justice, but failed to save the most wanted person. The saved people have been..."

"These experiences made me extremely desperate when I was most confused and confused. Too many tragic stories seem to really say that the world is irrational and never fair. Hope, recognize the cruel reality, only the cold and ruthless can survive better, this is the ultimate future of human spiritual evolution, and this is the belief you hold."

"However, in this short period of one year, I have seen a smart and beautiful girl, and I have seen a tough and tenacious young man. The most awe-inspiring moment is when she puts down the gun and when he ends his life. time. It told me that there must be something higher than hate, higher than life and death, higher than the techniques of psychology I trust, and I thought, there must be something like that."

"It has been deeply rooted since our ancestors first opened their eyes to see the beautiful starry sky and the vast wilderness tens of thousands of years ago, and it has grown stronger through generation after generation. It is not only morality, but a higher standard that surpasses human morality. "

"I have never understood where such a criterion came from. I don't think it was created and exists solely to maintain the stability of human society. If it is just like this, then there is no need for human beings to constantly explore the ultimate of the physical world, nor There is no need to shed tears over beautiful art, but no need to try to be a better person."

"And after more than a year of experience, it wasn't until recently that I suddenly understood what it was."

"Wanting to do better, want to become better, and want to influence the world to make it better and better are the most common pursuits of many ordinary and ordinary people. These pursuits of all 'better' often lead to Smoothed down by the hardships of life, but never gone."

"After all, when our ancestors opened their eyes, what they saw should be the vast starry sky in the dark night, but what they longed for was a broader world."

"Then we came to this world, while suffering, we also want to see how beautiful it can be, and how much you can see and what you see often depends on your pursuit."

When Lin Chen said this, the woman lying in the hospital bed finally made a vomiting expression as if she couldn't take it anymore.

Lin Chen finally withdrew his gaze from afar to Shen Lian's face.

He was not angry, but said to Shen Lian calmly and succinctly: "You still want to say, 'I', a person with a 'sick mind', can't feel what you said?"

Shen Lian was noncommittal.

"What if I told you that the problem with your brain is just an excuse for you to excuse yourself, and you can feel everything I say?"

Lin Chen picked up the file bag next to the vase, took out one, and said silently.

"One day many years ago, Duan Wanshan led his students to do a brain study on tic disorders. In order to fill the brain map of the control group, that is, the number of normal people, the brains of all his students were scanned together. "

"After this experiment, Duan Wanshan must have had a very clear talk with you. I don't know what he said, but with his straight-forward personality, I'm afraid he told you clearly 'Your brain is sick' and 'You must control yourself'... At that time, you may have adored him, but after the conversation, you thought that you were secretly exposed, that you were humiliated, and your love turned into hatred."

"But actually, you shouldn't hate him."

"Because no matter what he said to you, he was sincere and never judged you from a condescending perspective. In fact, he didn't tell you that besides the students, the brain scans of the teachers were also included."

"He knows who he is more clearly than anyone else."

Lin Chen unfolded the brain scan so that Shen Lian could see it clearly.

Family does not define a person, brain does not determine a person, genes do not determine a person...

The brain scan is mottled and mottled, and there are defects in the frontal frame cortex, prefrontal cortex, and amygdala. It belongs to the brains of most perverted killers, and it also belongs to Duan Wanshan's brain.

Belonging to the best souls on this planet.

The author has something to say: Can I compare you to a summer day?

You are softer and more delicate.

The violent wind destroys the stamens of the May flower,

Summer is also really short;

The light of the eye of heaven is sometimes too hot,

The golden face is often dull;

All kinds of enchantment will lose their beauty,

Destroyed by impermanence or natural change:

But your summer will not die,

Your beauty will last forever;

As long as you stay in the eternal poem,

Death will not claim you to bear its shadow;

As long as man lives and reads,

You will live forever with this psalm.

-Shakespeare