Criminal Psychology

For Xing Conglian, spring and summer are divided by the large number of crayfish on the market.

In fact, he has no specific requirements for diet, and Lin Chen and Lin Chen often make instant noodles and takeaways so that they can make do.

But just like Lin Chen's persistent request for breakfast, he also has a fanatical love for crayfish.

Thirteen spices are fine, and steamed shrimp is also good, but only the spicy crayfish is the king of shrimp, the best of the best.

And in a year, only one or two months of crayfish can reach the peak of the most plump shrimp, so it is not too much to drive [-] kilometers to Yongchuan to eat crayfish for two days on weekends.

When he and Lin Chen proposed this matter, they had just walked out of the unit's office building.

"Then let's go." Lin Chen replied.

Dynasty cheered after him.

Xing Conglian looked at the Huoshaoyun in the sky, and felt that the weather was really comforting.

Pure men don't need to prepare at all when they go out, they will arrive at Yongchuan with one kick of the accelerator, and the sky will not be completely dark when they arrive.

This time, of course, there is no need to pretend and there is no need to slap them in the face, so they plan to find a place not far from Yongchuan University to live nearby.

A suburban hotel like Keen May can't even order a takeaway, and it's really not attractive except for the comfortable bed.

However, when getting off the highway, Xing Conglian still asked Xia Lin Chen for his opinion.

Lin Chen turned on his mobile phone, and directly picked a fast hotel 500 meters away from Yexiao Street according to the rating. When placing the order, Wang Chao was still shouting in the back seat, "Why do I need Brother Achen to check things? What is my status?"

Lin Chen turned around and asked him if he had any other ideas, for example, they could also live near the Children's Paradise...

Wang Chao thought about this proposal seriously, but in the end, his love for spicy crayfish still prevailed.

This is not over yet, probably because Lin Chen's question brought back some memories in Wang Dynasty, the little ghost began to ramble about reminiscing bitterness and thinking about sweetness.

"When we were, really, the most bitter, we ate canned soybeans for three months, and our farts all tasted that way."

"There is also camel meat chewed raw in the desert, and the taste is abnormal."

"When the boss said that he was going to retire and return to China, I fainted from crying. It's great, not having to eat pizza every day is a fairy day!"

The more Wang Chao said, the more outrageous he was, and he even asked Lin Chen for his nose and tears in the lobby of the express hotel to tell Lin Chen the first time he ate spicy crab and cried.

"I hugged the table and refused to leave. The boss lied to me that Mai Lin also had it, which was even better than this! Later I found out that it was a scam, a complete scam!"

"okay!"

In the elevator, although Lin Chen's face was calm, Xing Conglian finally couldn't help but stop Wang Chao, "I won't make up for you later!"

"Wow, Boss, did you say that the compensation is to eat mutton stew for a month, Mai Lin, tropical, hot weather, mutton stew, me!"

"What's the matter, what's your dissatisfaction, the stew is still delivered by air in China."

"But the dipping sauce, the key point is that the Mailin mutton dipping sauce is still sweet, so let's say it's not abnormal!"

"abnormal."

When the elevator arrived, Lin Chen, who had kept his hands in his pockets, said leisurely beside him.

Xing Conglian was dumbfounded, and slowly turned his head.

"Eating beans for three months is too much."

Get out of the elevator and enter the corridor, Lin Chen said again.

When Wang Chao heard this, he almost choked up and hugged his thigh.

"You can order whatever you want these two days, and your boss will pay for it."

Lin Chen swiped the door open and made a final decision.

The Dynasty seems to get the iron coupon of the Danshu, and it is a long way to go.

In order to show his support for his brother Ah Chen, Wang Chao immediately turned around, saying that he was going to wait in line for Wangji Spicy Shrimp, and disappeared within three seconds.

Lin Chen entered the room and opened the window for ventilation.

The location of the hotel is not good, the furnishings are simple, the family room has a small dining room, a table with four chairs.

There is an electric kettle and tea at the bar, Lin Chen boils the water quietly, and sits down in a chair to wait for the water to boil.

Xing Conglian sat down opposite him, wanting to say something but didn't know where to start.

In the air is the hissing sound of the electric kettle boiling water, and the sound of vehicles passing by outside the window is a little distant but clear.

The atmosphere calmed down.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen's face under the yellowish light, and blinked lightly: "Consultant Lin, what's wrong?"

"Obviously I feel sorry for you a little bit." Lin Chen said bluntly.

The water just boiled, Lin Chen got up and heated the cup, and brewed two green tea bags.

Xing Conglian stood up and walked over to wrap his arms around his waist.

The unshaven chin rubbed against his neck, but it didn't affect Lin Chen's tea making.

"Then I have to pay the bill. It's not like you don't know how many brats can eat." He asked with a smile.

"However, I also feel a little bit emotional. After the emotion is over, I feel that it is appropriate to get angry a little bit."

Consultant Lin said that if you get angry a little bit, it means no more, no less, just a little bit.

But with that peaceful tone, Xing Conglian was still very afraid that if his hand shook, hot water would pour on him or something.

He could only bite the bullet and say: "It's not that you can't admit your mistake first, because if you admit your mistake, you must ask me if I know where I am wrong. If I don't know, I will kneel on the keyboard, but how could I not know?" Well. The previous things are all past events, like dreams and bubbles, and should be viewed as such, as long as they are fine now..."

Lin Chen finally put down the electric kettle, he turned around and hugged him back, Xing Conglian heaved a sigh of relief.

"If it was me before, probably since you don't tell me and I don't ask, it's good for me to keep some past secrets and respect each other..."

"That is!"

"But that's when I have a secret and it's hard to tell. Since I don't have a secret now, how can you still have a secret... Wife."

Lin Chen kissed his ear while talking, Xing Conglian shuddered and swallowed again: "What do you want to hear."

"Let's start with three-month canned soybeans." Lin Chen paused, "You can skip the confidential part."

Xing Conglian kissed him back, earnestly expressing his loyalty: "Actually, there is nothing secret, and how could there be something that I can't tell you."

"Why never mention it?"

"Pure men shed blood but not tears."

"Ok?"

Xing Conglian fell silent, and just hugged Lin Chen: "I feel very bitter, and my personal cultivation is not enough, not to the point where I can talk about it."

"In this regard, you are far inferior to Dynasty." Lin Chen said.

The Xing Cong company commander sighed, unable to refute.

What Lin Chen said is inferior means that he is not as good as Wang Chao. If he really doesn't take things seriously, even if the sky falls, he can go forward brilliantly.

For people like them, the most common way to deal with it is to let it go, there is nothing to say, and it's over.

But some things will not really pass until the day they are mentioned again.

This is probably some kind of psychotherapy, but Xing Conglian thinks it can also be classified as "I'll just kiss you when you're unhappy".

But in the end, the topic did not continue.

Because Wang Chao quickly called and shouted in a terrified tone: "Boss, there are 500 tables in front of Wang Ji's queue, isn't this world crazy!"

"Wang Ji is so difficult to wait for a seat, don't you have experience, why didn't you invade the ranking system in advance?" Xing Conglian said angrily.

"Boss, I'm an expert, the numbering system of the black crayfish shop is very cheap!" Wang Chao said angrily, and then turned into a dog's leg, "I have a new idea!"

"what do you want?"

"Why don't you buy Wang Ji now?"

"Get out!" Xing Conglian was angry, "Isn't it worth calling me for this kind of thing?"

"I think it's okay, he's a very domineering president."

"Then you are very good at hacking the numbering system!" Xing Conglian sarcastically said, "Isn't it impossible to get in?"

"The boss' aggressive method is useless."

The dynasty wanted to say more, but Lin Chen finally said helplessly: "Do you still want to eat?"

"Of course I do!"

He and Dynasty Phone spoke in unison.

"There's no other way, right?" Lin Chen paused, and then changed his words, "Is there a way but you don't want to contribute?"

"As ordinary people, we really can't do anything about it." Wang Chao said sternly.

Looking into Lin Chen's gaze, Xing Conglian also nodded.

"Ok."

Lin Chen took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Then I have to figure out a solution."

Twenty minutes later, they stood together at the gate of Wangji, surrounded by dense crowds of diners.

The aroma of crayfish came rushing through the store door, Wang Chao was very excited: "Brother Chen, you are indeed a man who takes care of the elderly, and Wang Ji can handle it with one phone call, shall we go in now?"

"Wait a little longer." Lin Chen's eyes drifted, noncommittal.

Wang Chao sniffed, with a look of something bad on his face.

Sure enough, at this moment, a figure in a suit and leather shoes came from the end of the long street.

On a hot day, the visitor was still wearing a soot-ash suit and a navy blue tie, and the traffic was slowly backing away, as if he was from another world.

Looking at the person coming, Wang Chao froze for a few seconds, and said in horror: "Boss, my black number system is still not working, I was wrong!"