Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen felt that some lingering people were really troublesome.

Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen was in trouble.

He had just arrived at the police station in the morning, sat on his seat and read the newly released report, and had only half eaten the steamed stuffed bun bought in the cafeteria when he was told by his subordinates to go to the chief's office for tea.

The old director brewed a cup of not-so-authentic Longjing, held the cup, and sat down in front of him, as if he wanted to have a long talk with him.

"Cong Lian, how's the case going?" The bureau chief spoke earnestly while touching his teacup.

Xing Conglian looked at the director's semi-bald head and shiny forehead, and sat up straight: "The case is still under investigation, and I just got the report from the forensic department, which shows that the rings in the park have obvious signs of man-made damage, so , this should be a murder case."

As if hearing the word "murder", the director's expression instantly became distressed: "Cong Lian, I'm getting old and my heart is not good. I hope you can speak in a lower voice for such an exciting word?"

"The murderer's motive and method of committing the crime have not yet been clarified, and it may be related to the hospital and the Baisha case on Changjie..."

"Shut up!" The old bureau chief almost covered his heart: "Don't talk about this kind of relationship!"

"But Professor Fu said..."

"Nonsense!" The old bureau chief slammed the table: "If Fu Hao has this level, his teacher would wake up laughing from his dreams!"

"Our Professor Fu is an external expert after all."

"Damn it, Fu Hao studied psychological measurement, and he has never been out in the field. You tell me that he can analyze criminal cases?"

"You mean, someone is pointing Professor Fu behind his back?" Xing Conglian asked mysteriously.

"Xing Conglian!" The old director was really angry, "Yesterday, someone reported to the superior that the Hongjing City Bureau used non-staff personnel to participate in the case, which seriously affected the procedural fairness and the purity of the police force!"

Xing Conglian frowned, it was really strange, just after he handcuffed Lin Chen to the police station yesterday, someone reported it to the superior immediately?

What's wrong with this?

"Isn't Professor Fu the consultant you hired through formal procedures?" Xing Conglian continued to pretend not to understand

"Idiot, of course it's not Fu Hao!" The old bureau chief was furious: "You want to catch Lin Chen instead!"

"Is it really Lin Chen?" Xing Conglian looked at the director fixedly, "Who is Lin Chen?"

The old bureau chief looked at his subordinate's serious eyes, and realized that he had fallen into the trap of the other party's counter-information.

"Young people, don't gossip too much!" The old bureau chief forced himself to drink a sip of tea calmly.

"Is there anyone else who specially greeted our superiors because of Lin Chen?" When he spoke, he was also a little unsure, "I just brought Lin Chen back yesterday to make a record. When Wangwang learned the news, it must be because his name was blacklisted that he could react so quickly..." Xing Conglian said, watching his boss's face getting darker and darker, "Is he also a policeman before? If not The police, are they the former consultants of the police?"

After he finished speaking, he hoped to be able to distinguish some information from his boss's expression. It wasn't that the old man refused to even give him a look except for his ugly face.

"Are you eighty this year?" The old director finally drank his tea, he put down his cup and asked back.

"It's not far from eighty."

"Go away, don't gossip like an old lady!"

Finally, Xing Conglian didn't ask anything. He straightened his clothes and stood up: "Actually, you mean that I have to exclude Lin Chen from the investigation of the case?" Although this is a question sentence, Xing Conglian Lian's tone was very flat, but more like a cold statement.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Stop." The old director suddenly raised his head, looked at his subordinate's straight back, and said, "Hey, did I say anything just now?"

Anyway, an old fritter like an old man will never reveal his true inner thoughts when encountering a problem, let alone get someone's background out of his mouth?

Xing Conglian sat back in his seat, and the rain poured down outside the window.

The rain is very thin and dense, but it is also very urgent. When the manic wind blows, the handle of the umbrella shakes here and there, and even people can't stand firm.

He put his mind away and began to read the site survey report that had just been placed on his desk.

Basically he could read every word on the report, but he couldn't understand what was behind the report.

The well-groomed male corpse in the hospital, the wounding case in the fruit shop, the dead old man, the broken ring in the park...

All these seem to be unrelated, but because of the sand, they are closely and far-fetchedly connected.

He couldn't help but think of the quiet housekeeper, his peaceful eyes and extremely calm words. He really wanted to stand up, rush into the rain, run in front of him, and ask, "What do you really know?"

He thought so, and then he stood up, picked up the key, put on his coat, and walked out of the police station. Just as he was about to step into the rain, he suddenly saw people coming from afar in the wind and rain.

The man was thin, and he was holding a black umbrella. One side of the umbrella was slightly collapsed, and the entire umbrella surface was blown to pieces by the wind.

However, the hand holding the umbrella is very steady, and there are many people who walk very steadily. Even the rainwater falling on the umbrella surface makes a steady sound.

Looking at the people coming from the rain, Xing Conglian suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Lin Chen stepped up the steps, put away the umbrella, and shook off the rain on his body.

He was drenched all over, as if he was picked up from the water, and there was no special expression on his face, no greetings or small talk, he raised his head slightly, and asked straightforwardly: "Do you want to solve the case?"

"I think." Xing Conglian replied very simply.

"Do you trust me?" he asked again.

"letter."

"Are you afraid of being retaliated against?"

"Afraid." Xing Conglian answered honestly, remembering the warning from the director just now, he probably understood why Lin Chen asked this question, he thought his answer would disappoint Lin Chen, but he clearly saw Lin Chen's eyes There was a smile, so he laughed too, and said, "But I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to solve the case and get the bonus. After all, it's the season when hemp is in full bloom..."

He said, seeing Lin Chen nodded, as if he agreed with his point of view: "So, for your bonus and Ma Xiao, please let me join." Lin Chen said.

In fact, Lin Chen's voice is not loud, especially in the heavy rain, it is even more inaudible.

But at that moment, Xing Conglian was a little dazed.

In the short 1 minute when he made the decision to seek Lin Chen's help and went out, he thought about how to say "please help" to Lin Chen without being abrupt, and he also thought about how Lin Chen would refuse him.

But he never thought that Lin Chen would say to him:

Please let me join.

If he hadn't spent the 5 minutes in the director's office in the morning, he would have felt that Lin Chen had been deliberately trying to get involved in the case.

But when Lin Chen asked the phrase "Are you afraid of being retaliated against?", he suddenly realized that Lin Chen knew very well how much pressure he would bear, and he knew very well how much pressure they would bear.

But he still held an umbrella, braved the rain, came here, and said "please let me join".

He took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Why, aren't there many people who won't let you investigate the case?"

"Do you care?" Lin Chen smiled, "I don't care at all."

Xing Conglian is of Russian descent.

This kind of bloodline is extremely fighting, and it means that when he wants to do something, he will definitely love whoever you are.

It's strange that Lin Chen, who is as peaceful and stable as Lin Chen, is actually such a person in his bones.

Xing Conglian burst out laughing, he coughed repeatedly from the smoke, but he was still laughing.

"Welcome to join." He stretched out his hand and threw away the still burning smoke.

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Although he didn't care about complaints or warnings, Xing Conglian still considered the mood of an old man who suffered from heart disease all year round.

So instead of taking Lin Chen back to the police station, he took him to his home at No. [-] Yanjia Lane.

There was peace in the house, and the storm was shut out.

The same location, different time, seeing Lin Chen on the wooden bed by the river, Xing Conglian still felt a little guilty.

So he took out the towel and made a cup of hot ginger tea.

Lin Chen didn't seem to care about the wet and cold rain all over his body. He took the dry towel and tea from Xing Conglian, but put them aside casually.

"Actually, I came here this time because I received a letter with a handful of white sand in it." He said, taking out the pink letter in a sealed bag from his pocket.

Xing Cong connected the sealed bag, looking at the handful of fine and wet white sand inside, he only felt his scalp numb.

Because he didn't have gloves, he could only carefully spread the letter in the sealed bag: "Do you know who wrote this letter?"

Lin Chen didn't answer quickly.

Because he didn't have a deep impression of the person who wrote the letter. In his memory, she should be a very young and quiet girl. If it wasn't for registering the list of people who enter and leave the dormitory every day, he might not know that person until now. girl's name.

He had noticed many times that the girl was watching him secretly, and he had also received letters from the girl carefully placed on his desk many times.

Sky blue, beige, pink, the words on the cover are very elegant, always the three words "Lin Chenshou", but he has never opened it...

"The sender's name is Yu Yanqing, a gardener who trims flowers and trees for our school."

"The gardener is so educated?" Xing Conglian looked at the letter. He read it several times before reading the awkward lines in the letter.

"She's young, maybe 25-28, and should be well-educated."

"Why did she write to you?"

"She wrote me many letters. I used to think that she had a crush on me, so I always thought that all she wrote to me were love letters." Lin Chen stated calmly. There was no blush or shyness at all, so he appeared very upright, until even a joker like Xing Conglian couldn't make fun of the gardener's crush on the steward.

"She has a crush on you, so the white sand in the letter couldn't have been stolen from your room too?"

"I don't know." Lin Chen was very frank.

"Then why did she put white sand in the letter? Is there any relationship between these white sand and what happened recently?"

"I don't know." Lin Chen paused, and then said, "But I suspect it's related."

Xing Conglian suddenly realized: "You suspect that this matter may be related to you, so you must participate in the investigation of the case, right?"

Lin Chen did not answer this question, but instead said: "No matter what, I can help you, isn't it?"

Xing Conglian nodded helplessly, and then heard Lin Chen say to him: "If you trust me, please send someone to search for Yu Yanqing, because she is probably dead."