Criminal Psychology

Adopting Xiao Wang was a wonderful accident.

It was a pouring rainy day, Wang Chao went out to an Internet cafe to read books, and when he came back, he was drenched in water.

When he was shaking his hair under the eaves, he saw a colorless cat soaked in muddy water squatting at his feet, shaking the water with him.

"Wow, I think this is really a beautiful fate, so I led it in!"

Lin Chen opened the door and saw the young man covered in water pointing to the water-covered cat at his feet and saying so.

There was a dull thunder in the sky, the dark clouds were very low, and everything including the koi in the pond was gloomy and damp, but the young man smiled brightly.

Lin Chen knelt down and patted the cat lying down at his feet with its belly exposed, and found that it was an equally brilliant orange cat, and he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Lin Chen turned around and led the two wet little comrades into the door.

He found a large fluffy bath towel from the closet and wrapped the cat up. Before that, Wang Chao yelled "It's so cold" and rushed into his bathroom.

Lin Chen hugged the cat and wiped it by the window.

The sound of rain outside the window was heavy, the river surface was poured with black mud, and the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. The room was cold and cold unique to the southern region, but when I held the cat in my arms, everything was peaceful and peaceful, even with The warm scent unique to small animals.

In short, the fate between cats and people has always been unexpected. It is often that you don’t think much about anything before going out, but when you come home, you are a person with cats.

However, for the Dynasty, this fate routine only lasted until Xing Conglian returned home from duty.

Xing Conglian opened the door and came in. When he closed the umbrella, he saw the cat sleeping on the fuchsia, so he threw the umbrella at the door, walked into the room excitedly, and walked towards Lin Chen, shouting: "Wow, we Got a cat?"

Wang Chao was hiding in a corner playing mobile games, when he heard this, he jumped up and shouted: "It's not 'us' thank you, this is my cat!"

But Xing Conglian didn't pay attention to what Wang Chao said, because the view by the window was so good.

Lin Chen was sitting cross-legged on another futon, looking at his mobile phone with one hand resting on his back, showing a serious thinking side face and a delicate and flexible neck.

His other hand was slanted beside him, and the furry head of the orange cat was resting on the back of his hand, only the fingertips were lightly touching the edge of the futon, as if trying to maintain balance carefully, not daring to pull out his hand at will.

Xing Conglian walked over quietly, walked to Lin Chen and squatted down, looked at the round orange cat, sighed, and was so happy that he didn't know what to say.

He leaned over and kissed Lin Chen's ear, then lowered his voice and asked him, "What's the name for our cat?"

Lin Chen didn't answer, but looked up at the furious little Comrade Chao next to him.

The young man stepped forward immediately, expressing his opinion seriously: "I've already made up my mind, it's called Pikachu! The fur color and cuteness are very close!"

Probably because Wang Chao's voice was too loud, the orange cat who was sleeping on the futon suddenly raised its head, its green eyes looked around blankly, not knowing what happened.

"What?" Xing Conglian didn't understand.

"It's Pikachu, Pokemon!"

"How do you call it Pippi Shrimp?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Your meme is outdated, boss, your old fashion sense is too embarrassing." Wang Chao said seriously.

Xing Conglian backhanded to steal the scalp of the dynasty.

Lin Chen was relaxing his palm, scratched the orange cat's furry forehead with his fingertips, stared into the cat's eyes, and asked earnestly, "Xiao Wang?"

The orange cat meowed lightly.

"Huh?" The young man was very at a loss.

Xing Conglian stared at Lin Chen's fingers, and reacted faster: "It's not bad to be called Xiao Wang, do you have eight?"

"Why, what kind of joke is Xiao Wang!" Chao Chao was dissatisfied.

"Because they are very similar." Lin Chen looked at the young man in front of the sofa, then at the clever orange cat on the futon, and said leisurely.

Rainstorms come and go.

Dynasty struggled with the name matter for a while, then the rain stopped, and the sky took on the light golden color of evening.

Lin Chen put the phone back in his pocket, finally stood up, found a canvas bag at home, put the cat in it, and prepared to go out with it.

Seeing this, Xing Conglian stepped into the door ahead of time and stood in front of Lin Chen: "Consultant Lin, can we still be people with cats?"

"Brother Ah Chen, where are you taking Xiao Wang?" The dynasty was broken.

Lin Chen changed his shoes, and shook his phone at them: "The encyclopedia says, if you find a stray cat, take it to the veterinarian for examination..."

He picked up the bag, took two steps, and looked back at them: "Why don't we have teppanyaki for dinner?"

Chao Chao cheered, and Xing Cong connected Lin Chen to carry the cat's bag, but he was not very happy.

They walked all the way in Yanjiaxiang.

After a heavy rainstorm, the river water rose a lot, and people along the street started cooking, and the aroma of various cooking fumes wafted everywhere.

Black tiles, white walls, green trees, yellow flowers, humid air.

Xing Conglian had a cigarette in his mouth, and thought of bringing a cat, so he didn't light it.

Lin Chen walked up to him, and naturally took his other hand, and Xing Conglian hurriedly grabbed him, still pretending to be serious.

"Captain Xing has any demands, you can raise them now." Lin Chen asked him casually.

"Why do you have to bring a bottle of oil for dinner? Two people, when will we be two?"

Xing Conglian turned his head to look at the mentally handicapped man who was walking a long way behind and was still playing with his mobile phone and yelling. He was very upset.

"While sleeping." Lin Chen said seriously.

"Sleeping is also very restrained. You have been very depressed recently, Consultant Lin. In the long run, is it good for your health?" Xing Conglian approached Lin Chen and asked with a smile.

"Don't you like this style?" Lin Chen raised his dark eyes slightly, with a slight smile.

With such a light smile, Xing Conglian somehow felt a feather brushing against his heart.

He immediately thought of Lin Chen's repressed and forbearing appearance, with his toes curled up at night, and he almost wanted to throw away the cat and Dynasty and take him home immediately.

Lin Chen was doing it on purpose, and said, "But there are cats tonight, so maybe it won't work."

The cat was very uncomfortable in the canvas bag, paws on the edge of the bag, poking around, not understanding what they were talking about.

Xing Conglian raised the cat up and looked at its furry paws and head. Although the cat...is really perfect and cute, but it seems really inappropriate to be stared at by these eyes in the heat of the night...

He made up his mind and shouted: "Dynasty, get over here."

The young man subconsciously ran towards him, and when he slammed on the brakes, he realized that he was too stupid, so he shouted: "Why are you boss!"

Xing Conglian was heartbroken, but Lin Chen lowered his head slightly and shook his head regretfully.

He could only reluctantly hand over the canvas bag to Wang Chao, saying word by word: "Your cat!"

Dynasty was shocked: "What!"

"Only the night is yours!" he emphasized.

The pet hospital is the one where Duanyang used to work.

Times have changed, things have changed, and the doctor was replaced by a very cute girl, who patiently gave the cat a full set of checkups, a bath, and deworming after the bath, and asked them to come back for vaccinations in a few days.

It is said that their cat is fine except for being too fat, and Xing Conglian is very pleased.

In order to show his sovereignty over Xiao Wang, Dynasty forcibly paid all the inspection fees and bought all kinds of cat supplies, and said that it would be no problem for the pure man to go home with the cat litter, cat food, cat litter box and the cat himself.

Xing Conglian has no opinion at all.

It was already dark, but Lin Chen was still holding hands with him, his handsome face showed a trace of unclear meaning in the hazy night.

Xing Conglian recalled Lin Chen's reaction to the cat from beginning to end, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.

"You... don't actually like cats?" he asked.

Lin Chen looked at him helplessly: "No, I like it very much."

"Then..." Xing Conglian always felt his heart beating very fast.

"Then why didn't you help me, but asked you to give the cat to Dynasty?" Lin Chen asked.

"Ah."

Lin Chen smiled, stood still, and reached out to stroke his hair.

The edge of the street lamp was very dim, just such a movement, Xing Conglian's heart would jump out of his throat inexplicably.

At this moment, Lin Chen leaned forward and leaned close to his ear, and his gentle breath sprayed on his ear.

"Because, the only one who can sleep with you is me, Captain Xing."