Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen has always been very clear that the Chen family is troublesome, and this is something Xing Conglian specially reminded him before he came to Yongchuan.

But the truth is, no one likes to be haunted by constant trouble.

After hearing Xing Conglian briefly explain the content of the phone call to him, he actually suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: "School forums, photos? They suspect that I used hypnotism on the dead?"

"Senior brother, it's the post on the top of our school's BBS!" Fu Hao touched his pocket, wanting to get his phone, but he found nothing.

Wang Chao reacted faster. He sat down again, took out his notebook, typed in the address, opened the web page, then put the computer on his head, and said, "Professor Fu, check to see if this is the post."

Fu Hao pulled Lin Chen, bent slightly, clicked on the post, and said, "Yes, yes, this is it, senior brother, take a look."

Lin Chen quickly scanned the main building and the replies, and suddenly calmed down, and just said: "The angle of the photo is very good."

But Fu Hao became excited, and when he got excited, he began to chatter again: "Brother, you said why the Chen family is always so haunted! And the people who took the photos didn't have such a good time to take these photos. Could it be that the photos are the murderers?" It was filmed, the Chen family specially chose a good time to attack, maybe it was discussed with the murderer, I think the Chen family is very suspicious!"

"Wang Chao, what do you think?" Lin Chen picked up the computer from the boy's head.

Xing Conglian took the opportunity to pull the little comrade up from the ground and said, "Don't just sit on the ground when you have nothing to do."

"How do you type on the keyboard if you don't sit down? Boss, I'm at work, do you understand? I'm dedicated!" After Wang Chao finished speaking, he ignored Xing Conglian. When he looked at the computer screen, his expression froze instantly, "This angle... this Seat..."

"how?"

"It seems to be cut directly from the live broadcast!" Wang Chao looked at Lin Chen and said in surprise.

Fu Hao was confused: "What live broadcast?"

It's just that none of the other three people present answered his question, and instead chatted among themselves.

"From a perspective, it really looks like it was captured by the two surveillance cameras used for the live broadcast of the death." Xing Conglian said.

"That, that, is it really the live broadcaster's job? Then why did they capture these photos and post them to frame Ah Chen?"

"Because we are about to touch the line?" Lin Chen replied.

"Touch the line, what line do you touch?" Fu Hao continued to interrupt.

But still no one responded to him. After all, if you follow the drama, you are only one episode away, and you will not be able to keep up with the plot.

"Indeed, when the investigation reaches a critical point, it will always arouse the vigilance and obstruction of the murderer behind the scenes." Xing Conglian analyzed, "Actually, this post appeared at a very good time, just after the three committed suicide. And just when we tracked down the live streaming website, this firstly shows that our direction is not wrong; secondly, it also shows that this case must be very simple, and there is a deep criminal network behind it." Xing Conglian said, earnestly Looking at Lin Chen, he asked, "But the question is, what about the Chen family? Are they being used by the murderer to deal with you, or is this their own business?"

After all, it is the boundary of Yongchuan. A big family with deep roots like the Chen family will inevitably have some shady livelihoods. Similarly, only a big family like the Chen family can support these dark livelihoods, and it is not easy to be discovered. .

Xing Conglian's inference is actually very reasonable.

However, Lin Chen shook his head: "I don't know, but I suspect that it wasn't the Chen family who did it."

"why?"

"Their IQs are not so high, nor are they so courageous."

Lin Chen said calmly, as if he was explaining some perfectly normal facts, but if the butler of the Chen family who was always in a suit was present, he would probably be so angry at Lin Chen's understatement that he would vomit blood.

"This is actually a good thing. If they start to get nervous, then we will have a chance. After all, nervous people are always not so thoughtful, and then they will make mistakes." Lin Chen said, patted Xing Conglian's arm, " Come on, let's meet them."

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The small meeting room in the administrative building of Yongchuan University was filled with smoke and voices.

Most of the cigarettes were smoked by Jiang Chao, but most of the sounds were not made by him.

A group of people in the conference room were arguing over a post. Jiang Chao took out his cigarette case and was about to get another one. At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open.

"Is this on fire?"

Xing Conglian's voice came from the door.

Hearing this voice, Jiang Chao suddenly turned his head, rushed to the door as if he saw a savior, and dragged him into the room: "Old Xing, you are finally here!"

As he said, he held Lin Chen with the other hand and refused to let go: "Consultant Lin is here too!"

I don't know if it was because of Xing Conglian's arrival or because of Jiang Chao's last words, the whole office suddenly fell into silence.

Lin Chen looked around the room, and as expected, he saw the figures of Vice President Xu and the housekeeper of the Chen family, in the same room, as well as three people who looked like leaders of the college, and four or five family members of the students with red eye circles crying.

Thinking about it, it was really not easy for Jiang Chao to carry ten people bombing for so long.

Facing those skeptical, angry, or mocking eyes, Lin Chen walked into the room, but instead of sitting down at the long conference table, he went to the drinking fountain and poured a glass of water.

"You are Lin Chen, you are the one who killed my daughter, right?"

A middle-aged woman stood up, pointed at his back and reprimanded him.

The water gurgled down.

Not angry or surprised, Lin Chen turned around slowly, took a leisurely sip from the paper cup, as if no matter how hard he questioned, it was not as important as drinking water, so he drank most of the glass of water before he said: "Oh, Hypnosis? This is a way of thinking."

Hearing this, Jiang Chao frowned: "Is it really hypnotized Consultant Lin?"

"Unfortunately, this can't be hypnosis." Lin Chen looked at the butler who was sitting at the end of the conference table, raised his glass and gave a slight greeting.

"My son wouldn't jump off the building for no reason, someone must have hurt him!" Hearing this, the woman seemed to have lost all her strength, she sat down in her seat, and said, covering her face.

"That's right, my niece is very cheerful. She won't commit suicide. You must have hypnotized these people. Don't argue!" another middle-aged man said.

"What misunderstanding do you have about hypnosis?" Lin Chen put down the paper cup, walked forward, and stood in front of the middle-aged man, "Did you watch too many TV dramas?"

"What's your attitude!" the middle-aged man said angrily.

"If you understand this sentence without emotion, you will realize that what I want to say is that the reason why you think hypnosis can kill people is because there are too many works of art suggesting that you, psychologists or psychiatrists , are devils who can read people's hearts and even manipulate people's hearts, right?" The more angry the other party was, the calmer Lin Chen became.

"You dare to say that you can't hypnotize, then...then what are you doing to that girl at the scene!"

"You mean so?" Lin Chen said, walked a few steps, knelt down in front of the middle-aged woman, stretched out his fingers, and said to the woman: "Please follow my fingers with your eyes, May I?"

He said, and began to move his fingers left and right, up and down at a steady frequency.

At first, the middle-aged woman resisted, but slowly, her eyes began to move with Lin Chen's fingers.

The conference room became quiet again. After all, the psychiatrist took action himself. Few people have seen such a scene with their own eyes, so everyone present was very curious and looked at the scene in front of them.

Gradually, they discovered that the woman's emotions calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Butler Chen's face turned ugly.

Finally, Lin Chen withdrew his hand, still in a calm posture, and asked, "How do you feel?"

The woman was a little dazed: "I..."

"Are you still conscious?"

"It's clear...I feel..."

"It's strange, you feel better, don't you?"

"This is not hypnosis, it's just a non-standard eye movement desensitization technique. It can slow down your negative emotions and is mostly used for post-traumatic stress treatment." Lin Chen said, patted the back of the woman's hand, and re- stand up.

The middle-aged woman clutched her chest, as if she was feeling her emotions. Lin Chen didn't say anything, but just walked a few steps in the direction of Xing Conglian.

"You...you...do you have a phone?" The woman suddenly raised her head and asked.

"The therapist at Yongchuan University's Counseling Center is only more professional than me." Lin Chen stopped, turned around, and said lightly, "If you continue to have nightmares or feel in a trance, please be sure to seek professional help .”

Although this sentence seemed to be addressed to middle-aged women, it also seemed to be addressed to all the families of the victims present.

It was probably because Lin Chen's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and every sentence sounded very reasonable. The families of the students who committed suicide who were so excited did not speak anymore.

Some people even looked at Lin Chen from suspicion to trust.

Seeing this, the butler, who had never spoken, finally stood up: "Lin Chen, you are really good at talking about him...Obviously the question we discussed just now was whether you hypnotized the suicide, but you performed it live What kind of psychotherapy, no matter how benevolent you act, your heart is still dirty!"

"I have already answered, this is not hypnosis."

"Oh, the murderer will never say that he is the murderer."

"The reason is very simple, I can't do this, and I think that there are no more than ten hypnotists in the world who are capable of hypnotizing others to commit suicide by jumping off a building, and the annual salary of those people starts from a million dollars."

The implication is that the master hypnotist will not be free to come to the school to hypnotize a few students.

It's just that when these words fell into Steward Chen's ears, they changed into another look.

"In other words, you also admit that it is possible to induce students to commit suicide through hypnotism?"

"Yes, yes, it's really possible that it was murder." Vice President Xu hurriedly agreed. After all, if it was really a student suicide, the school would face huge compensation. If it was a murder, the school's responsibility would be much lighter.

"Oh, I remember, what I just said is impossible." Lin Chen sat down on the chair next to Xing Conglian, "It is almost impossible to hypnotize others to commit a crime, let alone suicide?"

"I remember that Consultant Lin is a top student in the Department of Psychology. Hypnotizing others to commit criminal activities is impossible? You haven't even heard of the Heidelberg incident, have you?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen suddenly raised his head, but smiled instead: "You know about the Heidelberg incident, so you really did a lot of preparations in advance." He said meaningfully, but he didn't continue to tell Steward Chen Chance: "In the Heidelberg incident, the hypnotist did hypnotize Mrs. E and make her attempt to murder her husband, but if you read the files of the Heidelberg incident carefully, you will find that Mrs. E committed suicide six times after being hypnotized. In the process of murder, it is actually very painful, because people's subconscious will refuse to implement things that violate moral concepts. If they are ordered to be executed, they are likely to wake up from a hypnotic state, not to mention suicide, which is life-threatening. matter."

"Then why, Mrs. E in the story accepted the hint and wanted to kill her husband?" Xu Guoqing was a little fascinated and asked suddenly.

"Sorry, I can't tell you what kind of technique that hypnotist used to complete this almost impossible crime, I hope you can understand." Lin Chen paused, and then said: "But I can only say, The hypnotist actually hypnotized Mrs. E for several years as her psychotherapist, and I obviously don't have the qualifications to know the deceased for several years, let alone I really didn't Ability to complete such complex hypnotic activities, and finally induce them to commit suicide."

Lin Chen's self-certification ended cleanly.

Everyone present was a little stunned, but they had to live with it. This confession was so clear and powerful that even Xu Guoqing felt that something was wrong with his hand, and couldn't help but want to applaud or something.

"Oh!" Jiang Chao finally understood Lin Chen's meaning. He thought for a while, and couldn't help asking: "But didn't you say that hypnosis is a way of thinking, so what does it mean?"

"I said this is not hypnosis in the traditional sense, but it is indeed a way to solve the case."

As Lin Chen spoke, his gaze moved out of the window.