Criminal Psychology

When he came over, his eyes were so cold that they were about to freeze.

"Yang Dianfeng is dead," he said.

Lin Chen frowned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"The suction cup bomb, they adjusted the surveillance video, it was secretly mounted on the chassis of a police car by a trailing motorcycle when passing the traffic light, and it exploded in ten seconds. There were three of my colleagues in the car."

The reeds are blowing gently, and the setting sun is like blood.

Young people always think that life is a journey full of fantasy, but in fact, everyone's life is just a round trip.

Volume Three, Three Graves