Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen thinks that he has clearly shown an attitude of refusing to have a deep friendship with the police, but bloodline is so strange that Xing Conglian not only didn't get angry because of it, but after he said he wanted to take the bus home by himself, the other party quickly locked it. The car door, and then said in a fearful tone: "It's so late, let Mr. Lin go home alone, my mother will definitely blame me."

He couldn't help but drive the car in the opposite direction from the City Experimental Primary School.

Looking at the neon lights passing by outside the window, Lin Chen always had the feeling of being kidnapped by the police.

When the car stopped again, they had reached the most famous food stall street in the city.

"I take the liberty to invite you to the police station to assist in the investigation today. I feel extremely guilty. Please promise to let me treat you to a light meal." The police officer turned his head and said to him very sincerely.

Lin Chen opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak. No one could find a proper reason to refuse such sincere words in a short time.

On the contrary, Fu Hao patted the back of the chair and shouted: "Today you wasted my brother's time for a day and only ate food stalls to make amends. Old Xing, can you show some face?"

"What's wrong with the food stall? Now the crayfish costs 6 yuan a piece." Xing Conglian said with a painful face, "The case is not solved, and the bonus for this month is gone. We must save some money in advance."

Last time I invited you to drink tea, this time I invited you to dinner, but fortunately it was not a prison meal.

Although the typhoon is approaching, Hongjing's night market is still open very well.

Under the neon lights, the smoke is painted with a blurred light color.

Although the price of crayfish has soared recently, the captain of the criminal police still proudly asked for 6 catties of crayfish.

For a while, the white plastic table was filled with bright red spicy crayfish.

Surrounded by the lively sound of cups and cups, the owner of the food stall sprinkled a lot of peppers in the oil pan, and the choking white smoke floated everywhere.

Fu Hao looked around and was choked to cough again and again: "Anyway, you are a person of status, can you have some taste?"

Lin Chen raised his eyes and saw that Xing Conglian was fighting the crayfish without moving, very serious and focused.

Hearing Fu Hao's doubts, Xing Conglian just picked up the beer bottle, touched it lightly, and said seriously: "Ma Xiao is the quintessence of the country, so complain about Ma Xiao and turn against you."

Lin Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, reached out to peel a peanut, then took a sip of beer from a disposable plastic cup.

From Xing Conglian's point of view, Lin Chen didn't seem to be that difficult to deal with.

His movements of peeling the shrimp shells are very serious and meticulous, and the posture of drinking beer is not at all pretentious. The street lights are dim, his eyes are clear and bright, and his lips are a little rosy because of the spicy crayfish.

"What do you think is going on?" Xing Conglian raised his glass, touched him lightly, and asked.

"I don't know." Lin Chen took a sip of his wine and answered simply.

"It doesn't matter what happened in the hospital. Even if some crazy person puts the dead in a pose, this kind of case is not up to the standard of filing a case. But if you add the corpse of the vegetable market and the citizen who fell to death just now, these things add up. Is it easy?"

Lin Chen was overwhelmed by the stares.

After all, Xing Conglian's eyes are good-looking, and the length of eyelashes has a natural racial advantage. Because he raised his head, he could barely distinguish the outline of his profile from his stubble-covered face.

I have to say that Xing Conglian is indeed very handsome.

Lin Chen looked away, Xing Conglian saw that he didn't respond, and still persevered: "Then can you tell me, what kind of person likes to play with corpses?"

"Psychopathic." Lin Chen replied quite naturally.

"Of course it's a pervert, how can you do this if you're not a pervert?" Xing Cong even knocked on the table.

"The so-called psychological abnormality means that people's behavior deviates from the norms recognized by the society. You have to trace the mechanism behind the behavior." Probably because the slight alcohol smell invaded the nerves, Lin Chen explained to Xing Conglian by mistake: "This is what caused this situation." There are probably three reasons for the behavior. The first is a ritual, which represents a certain appeal. The second is hallucinations, which come from the disordered neuron activity of the brain." Lin Chen paused, as if considering the third possibility Sex, "the third, and most elusive, part of the criminal act itself."

"The part of the crime itself, what do you mean?"

Lin Chen looked at Yuan Chu, the chef poured fine side dishes into the oil pan, and the aroma was tumbling: "Maybe it's potato shreds, maybe it's green peppers, who knows what this dish is?"

His words were very cryptic, but Xing Conglian seemed to be enlightened.

The police officer picked up his coat and left as soon as he said: "Go, let's go to the hospital."

Fu Hao's reaction was faster, before Xing Conglian ran two steps away, he rushed up and hooked Xing Conglian's neck, shouting: "Do you want to escape the order again!"

"Fu teacher pay teacher, I really have no money!"

"I clearly have the black credit card in your wallet, don't think I don't know, the gold card is the black card, you bloody rich!"

"That's a prop for blackening with a marker pen!" Xing Conglian said innocently.

Xing Conglian was forcefully dragged back to the wine table by Professor Fu, but when they returned to the table, Lin Chen was no longer around.

Fu Hao wanted to find someone, but Xing Conglian held him down: "Old Fu, tell me the truth, who is that?"

"My senior brother!" Professor Fu replied as a matter of course.

In short, this question is basically not asked.

Of course, Xing Conglian also wanted to ask some in-depth questions, such as: why you have already been rated as an associate professor, and your senior brother is still working as a dormitory supervisor in elementary school, or why your senior brother is so coy and doesn't provide clues to solve the case when he is obviously very good .

But he still didn't ask in the end, after all, it's too gossip to ask the bottom line!

Under Professor Fu's coercion, he finally paid for the crayfish.

The weather at night is much worse than during the day.

The trees are shadowed, maybe the typhoon is coming, the climate is changing rapidly, the air is moist, and the rain seems to be pattering down.

Lin Chen returned to the school, greeted the guard, and moved the door away, and his mobile phone rang.

There was an unfamiliar number on the screen, Lin Chen glanced at the address of the caller, and hesitated a little in answering the call.

Three seconds before the call was connected, there were several seconds of silence on both sides.

"Mr. Chen, hello." Lin Chen leaned against the back wall of the guard room, holding the phone in one hand.

"Lin Chen, you are still so restless." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and drawn out, so it sounded very cruel.

"If the person reporting to you is careful enough, he will definitely mention that I was taken to the police station in handcuffs to 'assist in the investigation', which means that I did not do so voluntarily. I hope you can understand."

"I heard that you are working as a dormitory supervisor now?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't pay attention to Lin Chen's explanation, but changed the subject instead, appearing more condescending.

"Yes, under your pressure, this is the most decent job I can barely find." Lin Chen lowered his head slightly, and put his other hand in his trouser pocket.

"Ha, I didn't expect that Lin Chen from Yongchuan University would have today. Are you suffering now?"

"Yes, I am living a very miserable and poor life now, I have lost my dreams and goals in life, and I am like a humble ant every day, as you wish."

Lin Chen knew what a man wanted to hear. Every time he said an adjective, the panting sound on the other end of the phone became thicker.

But even though he said that, his expression was very relaxed.The thin light from the guard room fell on him lightly, and his clothes seemed to be transparent.

"You can't hurt anyone anymore!"

"Yes, it's also thanks to you."

"Ah, speaking of it, you'd better stay away from your stupid police friend and your good junior, if you kill them again, wouldn't you have to repent for many years, how can a person like you have friends? "

"it is good."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

The rain started to fall, falling on his hair and shoulders, with the coolness of early autumn.

As if pinching a point, after he entered the dormitory building, the rainstorm arrived as expected.

The rain was heavy, and the crackling raindrops fell on the trees and leaves, making a huge sound like the howling of wild animals.

Lin Chen turned around and went upstairs, preparing to arrange the students together according to the management plan.

There were not many boarding students in Experimental Primary School, and most of the children were picked up early by worried parents, so there were only a dozen or so children left.

He and the other dormitory managers knocked on the dormitory doors one by one, counted the number of people, helped the children organize their schoolbags and change their clothes, and took them to the large dormitory that had been prepared.

It was not the first time for Hongjing's children to encounter a typhoon, so no one seemed overly worried.

Children, big and small, gathered in the two large dormitories. Perhaps it was the snacks and drinking water placed in a corner of the dormitory, which made the dark night outside the window and the howling wind less scary.

It was almost dawn when the children were sleeping peacefully again. Lin Chen greeted the dorm supervisor on duty and returned to his room.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, but the rain seemed to stop temporarily.

Outside the house, the plantain was blown to this side by the strong wind, the huge green leaves rattled and shook, casting messy shadows on the wall.

He turned on the light, and the white light instantly illuminated the small space.

Apart from desks and beds, there is no other furniture here.

The window in front of the desk opened at some point, and the writing was soaked by the rain, turning into a vast ocean.

However, in that vast ocean, there seemed to be a pink boat floating.

It seemed to be a letter, folded into the shape of a heart, Lin Chen quickly took a few steps, and picked up the letter from the water.

The envelope was soaked by rain, Lin Chen glanced at his name on the envelope, and had a bad feeling in his heart, he groped the edge of the envelope, trying to open it, then he touched the inside of the envelope, there seemed to be a lump Hard stuff.

That thing is hard, but it seems to be soft...

Lin Chen quickly opened the letter, and what caught his eyes was a mass of sand stuck to the letter paper.

The color of the sand is flawless white, but it has been soaked by the rain and ugly solidified together.

Lin Chen frowned, found a plastic bag in the room, and gently dusted off the white sand in the letter paper, gradually revealing the blurred writing underneath.

It was a poem, the edges of the handwriting had long been blurred, and the black characters softened and softened, as if wisps of mist were wrapped around the entire letter paper.

【Darling, I can finally face death calmly / I no longer hesitate, timid and fear / Death has gentle arms and charming eyes / His dark pupils bloomed with moist flowers, and I finally smelled its fragrance / I Seeing his fingertips sticking out countless roots, plunging into the world, can you touch it? 】

Looking at those blurred characters, Lin Chen suddenly felt a cool air running down his spine and slowly spreading to the top of his head.