Criminal Psychology

In the middle of the night, the street lamps elongated the figure.On a quiet night, the sound of water on the street can be clearly heard.

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian walked on the cobblestone road, and it was only after seven o'clock in the evening, and most of the small shops on the street were closed. In a sense, Hongjing is really a very hopeless city.

Yanjia Lane is still narrow and long, but the only thing that has changed is the shops on both sides of the alley.

According to Xing Conglian, during the time he left, the city government remodeled Yanjiaxiang, and the houses on both sides were refurbished and rented out to some students and some people in the literary and art circles who wanted to start businesses in the literary and art industry. Therefore, some of the old houses on the street have become coffee shops and teahouses, and some have become studios or handicraft studios.

The originally yellowed walls were covered by fences, flowers and plants. From time to time, cats can be seen taking a nap in the floor-to-ceiling windows. The old streets are warm and full of human touch.

The yellowish light reflected the old house number, and two people squatted pitifully in front of the old-fashioned wooden door.

Xing Conglian followed Xing Conglian and stopped.

Xing Conglian said to the two in a helpless tone: "If you are like this, the neighbors next door will call the police when they see it."

A young comrade who was addicted to online games raised his head, his eyes sparkling: "Ah, why call the police? Boss, why is your wife turned off? I cracked the codes of the next door and the next door for you. Can you let me in?" Do you want to eat?"

The other person squatting aside did not speak for a long time.

Lin Chen looked down at the other person, only to see that the person's eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were blank, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Hey, didn't you already talk on the phone two days ago?" He said in a soft tone, helplessly.

Before he finished speaking, the man jumped up and hugged him tightly: "Senior brother, I'm a coward, don't scare me anymore!"

……

After reuniting with him, Fu Hao held his arm tightly.

As soon as he entered the door, Professor Fu's endless complaints filled Lin Chen's ears. He was silently thinking, maybe this is the legendary coquetry?

Xing Conglian stood by the door and turned on the door light. The moment the light came on, Professor Fu's nagging stopped abruptly.

In front of him, there is a classical courtyard. Among the bushes, the ground lamps are shining brightly. A cobblestone path connects the front door and the main hall. On the left side of the courtyard, there is a pool of green water. Under the reflection of the lights, The surface of the water shone with a cool floating light.

Fu Hao was stunned for a while, and finally spit out two words: "Damn it?" After he finished speaking, he took two steps back as if he had seen a ghost, walked out the door, glanced at the door plate, and then rushed in to hold Xing Conglian: "Are you okay? Why do you enter someone else's house, as a public official, you don't know the law and break the law!"

Hearing what Fu Hao said, Xing Conglian remained calm.

Lin Chen had no choice but to explain for Xing Conglian: "The reconstruction of the old street is a practical project of the municipal government."

"Return the room for the practical project?"

"The room he lived in was next door and was rented to a gallery, so he moved here."

Professor Fu was full of disbelief: "Just his dilapidated house, why should the government change it for him? This is a garden, right?" He said as he walked to the pond, where there were several elegant rockeries and stone arch bridges. Across the water, I saw bright red koi gliding across the water, creating ripples, "Look, brother, there are koi!"

"Well, do you want to bow?" Xing Conglian asked with a smile.

"Old Xing, let me tell you, you can't touch money that shouldn't be touched, you know?" Professor Fu suddenly turned his head back with a serious expression, "You must always remember your identity, and don't be knocked down by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism. "

Xing Conglian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked Lin Chen, "Your junior brother has changed his career to take a political class?"

"Old Xing, be more serious. You say that you are a criminal policeman and you live in such a house. You must not be known by Inspector Huang, otherwise you will have to shed three layers of skin if you don't die!" Fu Hao continued his earnest words.

Although Fu Hao was very rambunctious, his words were full of concern. Xing Conglian probably heard this, so he said sincerely: "Professor Fu, don't worry."

The three of them were talking by the pool, mostly Fu Hao was nagging, and he and Xing Conglian teased him from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a wailing sound from the main hall: "Boss, I'm hungry!" Said Wang Chao, who had already rushed into the room to play games.

"Instant noodles are in the first cabinet on the left hand side of the kitchen." Xing Conglian raised his voice and told the little comrades in the room.

"But I don't want to eat instant noodles anymore!" Wang Chao continued to yell.

"Order takeaway."

"I'm tired of the takeaway nearby."

They entered the hall.

Comrade Chao Chao was lying on the table, weak, looking like he had just lost a game and had nothing to love.

"What do you want?" Xing Conglian asked.

Hearing this, Wang Chao's eyes lit up, and Lin Chen saw his gaze drifting over.

"Chen, cook for me, okay?" After he finished speaking, he licked his lips and said, "I really want to eat home-cooked food."

Lin Chen found it funny: "Why did you pick me?"

"Boss pass, Professor Fu is used to eating in the cafeteria, you must be very good at cooking when you lived alone before!"

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Dynasty's analysis. The only problem was that a man who was familiar with the various flavors of instant noodles on the supermarket shelves didn't have any material to show off his cooking skills.

Lin Chen stood in front of the sink, rinsing the wilted vegetables, and the hot instant noodles were boiling in the pot, um, it still tasted like braised beef.

Xing Conglian leaned against the cooking table and said to the little comrade who was looking through the refrigerator: "Don't look for it, you ate the last salted square leg the day before yesterday."

"Why don't you go shopping!" Wang Chao turned back angrily.

"Because I work hard every day." Xing Conglian replied quite naturally.

Chao Chao was so choked that he couldn't speak, he slammed the refrigerator door, and ran back to the computer angrily, ready to kill two more games.

……

The instant noodles with vegetables and eggs still taste like braised beef, and there are no novelty patterns.

After finishing dinner, Lin Chen took them to the balcony to drink tea in order to prevent Fu Hao from further educating Xing Conglian on ideology and morality.

The spring breeze is half cool, the balcony is facing the river, and the lights on both sides of the river are reflected in the water, making it even more sparkling.

Professor Fu is a person who has seen the world anyway, but sitting in a corrupt armchair, holding a cup of hot tea, he feels so comfortable that he wants to hum.

"Brother, have you made up your mind to stay here?" Professor Fu asked him with half-closed eyes.

There is only the sound of running water around, and everything is very quiet.

"Ah."

Fu Hao looked at him, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Then you must not be as brave as before."

"it is good."

"In the case of Feng Peilin, I understand that you wanted to fake death to escape the surveillance. Although it is not a good idea to hide all the time, it is better than you being so old. High-speed robbery, I know you also ran into it by accident, no matter what It's not realistic, but it's too dangerous. Being able to kill a drug trafficking organization with a carload of people at once, and even daring to install a suction cup bomb under a police car, this is beyond bold, okay? Press it down, you are going to be famous again, if you are targeted by drug dealers again, what will you do."

Professor Fu was worried, and Lin Chen felt helpless, but he had no choice but to comfort him: "It's okay, the police have a witness protection system."

"You didn't pay attention to this at all!" Professor Fu put down his teacup and raised his voice.

"But what do you want me to do?"

Lin Chen asked depressedly.

As soon as Fu Hao heard what he said, he hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, it's fine as it is now, you can live with Lao Xing, in case there is any robbery or murder, he can protect you."

The theme of the topic changed instantly. I have to say that Lin Chen still has some experience in training teachers and students.

"When you say that, I always have a bad feeling."

"Hey, senior brother, your life is really not very good?"

"Professor Fu, do you have any transshipment methods?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.

"I think the old Xing seems to be lucky. Look at the government building a street, he can change to such a good place to live. I heard that some people are born with a hard life, but their fate is good. Hurry up and rub against him and put him in a good place." All good luck is gone."

"it is good."

Lin Chen didn't speak anymore, except for the sound of water, there was no other sound around.

Fu Hao seemed to feel very uncomfortable, he scratched his hair, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, brother, the day after tomorrow the old man's [-]th birthday, that..."

"what happened?"

"Are you going?"

"Professor Fu, do you want me to go, or do you not want me to go?" Lin Chen asked.

"No, of course I want you to go, even if I don't want to, the old man wants to, even if our old man has peaches and plums all over the world, there are a lot of classmates going..."

"and then?"

"Then, let me just tell you, a lot of them want to take advantage of Lao Tzu's birthday, and hold a class reunion by the way, damn it, do you remember that bastard Zheng Dongdong? They insisted on recommending you as the host of the class reunion, saying that you He had good grades and ability before, but now he must be an elite in society. It is most suitable for you to be the host. I see him in the group with his self-satisfaction and sarcasm. He just wants to take the opportunity to humiliate him. I'll let you down..."

"I don't remember." Lin Chen interrupted Fu Hao.

"Don't remember anything?"

"I don't remember who Zheng Dongdong is."

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, it's just a small character. We used to be in the class next door, but he was disgusting and strong enough. To be honest, it's really bad if you don't go for the old man's birthday. Why don't we treat him as him at night and go to the old man's house It’s convenient to visit and talk.”

"No, that's not what I meant." Hearing what Fu Hao said, Lin Chen picked up the kettle on the coffee table and filled the cup with some hot water: "Since I don't even remember who he is, what did he think, say or even say?" What to do, is it important?"

"It's not important, but the classmates will..."

"You want to say that now my classmates are all successful in their careers, but I, who had the best grades back then, just got worse and worse. I can only be a small consultant for the police force. When I go to see my old classmates, I feel uncomfortable. ?"

Fu Hao thought for a long time, but the words were held back in his throat. In the end, he blushed a little, but under his burning eyes, he could only nod his head.

"Since I chose this job and am happy to do it, why should I feel inferior?