Criminal Psychology

Ren Xian didn't know why there were people in the world who could switch their minds so quickly.

In short, the second after Chen left, the police officer who had been in control of the situation turned his head on him.

Ren Xian was very reluctant to admit it, but the moment those green eyes swept towards him, he actually felt trembling all over.

"This, according to regulations, cannot be disclosed." He replied under tremendous pressure.

Xing Conglian was not prepared to accept such a procedural prevarication. Unlike the humble and polite victim just now, at this moment, he suddenly became strong and cold.

"I think Team Leader Ren should be clear. If it wasn't for my friend who happened to have such a small hobby, I'm afraid that I would be in the interrogation room of the Yongchuan branch, accepting your 48-hour non-stop interrogation, and then I would use Tibetan Punishable for drug charges, lost my police badge and my job to support my family."

After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he spoke very slowly, with a strong sense of threat. After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, as if to give Ren Xian enough time to think.

Ren Xian felt that he was the one who sat in the cold and narrow concrete room and was forced to tell some secrets. Even though there were two groups of special police officers under him sitting behind him, he didn't feel any sense of security.

Although he has been serving as the background board from the beginning to the end, in fact, when he sits at this long office desk, he has already begun to constantly think and judge the situation. What's going on, ICPO is completely used as a framed tool, or is there something else going on?

But as the incident progressed, he gradually realized that the muddy water he waded into today was far deeper than the ones in the past. If time could be turned back, he Ningyuan himself did not see the photo of the scene that was transmitted. It is really a big deal trouble.

But where does time turn back?

Ren Xian raised his head, and suddenly noticed the simple surveillance camera stuck on the wall with plastic tape, like the eyes of a beast, recording everything that happened in the room.

Cameras, signal blocking equipment... He seemed to understand something.

"Actually, it's because of a clue."

"What clue?" Xing Conglian leaned forward slightly, giving a strong sense of oppression.

"About a transnational drug case."

Ren Xian stroked the black hair on his forehead. His hair was not long, but the roots were a little wet, and some sweat was pulled out. He looked like he was finally unable to resist the pressure and was about to explain the truth clearly.

He turned his head, looked at the team members who had been sitting quietly in the corner behind him, and said, "Go and wait for me in the car."

This was a letter clearly about important matters, and the SWAT team members on the ground looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they didn't know why their BOSS chose to violate the regulations and cooperate with these people.

However, an order is an order, and they stood up one by one, ready to go out, and wait in the car for a while.

Just as the people walking in the front pushed open the door of the conference room, Xing Conglian suddenly spoke.

"We will end soon, the meeting room downstairs seems to be empty, you can go there and rest."

He raised his head, and a smile appeared on his originally stern face, appearing polite and sincere.

The yawning police officers of the Second Bureau at the door of the meeting room suddenly lit up when they heard this. They stretched out their hands and bowed slightly, as if to lead the way.

Looking at those figures from behind, Lin Chen counted silently in his heart. These special police officers who left temporarily are already the fifth batch of people who walked out of this meeting room today.

Seeing the gate closed, Xing Conglian looked like a ball that had been deflated suddenly, or a young man who had finally finished the banquet, and suddenly relaxed. He no longer sat upright and rigorous, but lazily took out a cigarette , lit it without hesitation, and after the flames flickered, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, then tilted his head.

Wang Dynasty seemed to have received some signal, and stood up boneless. He stretched his arms, climbed up the chair, and took off the surveillance camera on the wall.

Xing Conglian took another cigarette from the cigarette case, and threw it in front of Ren Xian along with the lighter.

Ren Xian knew that he had no way to refuse.

When the smoke rose, he suddenly realized that the truly secret but most important topic of today was finally about to start.

"Is this drug possession case related to Fang Zhiming?"

It was as if someone shot a gun in his ear. For a moment, Ren Xian felt buzzing in his ears, and his mind became muddled. When he lost some ability to think, emotions would take over, and he quickly became angry. And when he became nervous, he quickly drew his gun and aimed at the person across the long table: "Why do you know?"

Xing Conglian was still smoking, and had no intention of surrendering at all: "Your reaction tells me that it is really related."

Ren Xian's brain was thinking quickly, the file should be top secret, even with the authority above the director level, it cannot be accessed, every unfinished extraordinarily large case has its own internal encryption method, it is impossible for outsiders to decipher it, what is going on? What's going on?Many possibilities swirled in his mind, and he suddenly saw the young man drinking water in the corner, as if calm after understanding everything.

Wang Chao was so taken aback that he couldn't help shouting: "Look at me, am I the kind of person who breaks the law when I have nothing to do, and invades the backstage of other people's systems when I'm in a bad mood?"

"Answer my question." Ren Xian insisted, still holding his gun.

"Hey, why are you so nervous... No wonder you get angry when you see a little clue, and tell the truth casually." Comrade Wang Chao didn't mean to help the boss at all, and continued to provoke serious cases team leader.

"Small clues?" Ren Xian's voice was very cold, like crushed ice, Wang Chao couldn't help shrinking his neck when he glanced at it.

"I've been waiting for this clue for 320 days."

"It's only eleven months." Wang Chao calculated it casually.

At this moment, he felt Lin Chen pat the back of his hand and said, "320 six days ago was May [-] last year."

On May [-] last year, a fully loaded passenger car crashed into the Yongchuan River, including an anti-narcotics police officer named Fang Zhiming.

Dynasty quickly realized that this was about death and revenge again, he shrank his neck and said sincerely, "Sorry."

Ren Xian maintained the action of preparing to shoot, but everyone at the scene knew that he would never pull the trigger. He felt that everything that happened today was very ridiculous. He went out in the morning, bought a cup of coffee downstairs as usual, and then went to the office. Lou, continued the dark dossier analysis, like many long and hopeless stories that suddenly met the favor of the god of fate. At noon, he saw the alarm go off.

It was not an alarm for terrorists to invade the Interpol Yongchuan branch, but a red dot in the lower right corner of his computer began to flash, which meant that the interception network they had set up had intercepted some important information.

And the so-called important information is actually just a mobile phone photo with not too high resolution. The photo shows the suite of the most wealthy hotel in Yongchuan. When this was just another sketch of the promiscuous life of the rich young masters, he suddenly saw a colorful packaging bag.The package was disguised as a brand of milk tea that could circle the world, but the font was blurry and had the clumsy plastic quality of an underground factory.

When he saw the packaging bag, Ren Xian trembled with excitement. The subsequent plot was like the police movies that can be seen everywhere. He mobilized his men, determined not to let such clues slip away again, and the two groups launched surprise arrests respectively. However, the gangster movie turned into a low-brow comedy, after that, he saw the indiscriminate frame-up, stupid and defenseless chess pieces, and the boring rich and powerful fights, all of which made him dizzy Sleeping, until the moment just now, the plot suddenly jumped back to the main line again, and moved forward at a very fast speed in a way that made people defenseless.

In fact, if time permits, Ren Xian will find out that the few people sitting in front of him saved the life of a colleague's precious daughter not long ago.Although, out of some original intentions of protection, the truth of what happened in that patch of reeds was sealed up decently, but there is really no impenetrable wall in the world. The report was submitted to the Hongjing local police, and he could get all the details about the entire hijacking case just waiting for the approval.

It's just that everything is just right, and it's not too late.

Such a wonderful arrangement, of course, does not necessarily come from the hands of fate.

Xing Conglian knew this very well: "The case we are investigating happened to be slightly involved with Fang Zhiming's case." He finally finished smoking the whole cigarette, as if he had finished long thinking, and finally decided to give the case before him. The head of the serious case team who was caught in a predicament had a glimmer of hope. "In the case we are investigating, there is a deceased who was the witness and the only survivor of a jewelry robbery. Her name is Cheng Weiwei."

"And then?" The head of the serious crime team of Interpol, who hadn't read the file, was a little dazed. The deceased was a witness, a jewelry robbery, and a drug case. These elements seemed a bit too messy.

"You see, stories are connected through people. In the robbery Cheng Weiwei experienced, the criminals used some methods, which were exactly the same as those used to murder Fang Zhiming."

Ren Xian finally frowned, his body holding the gun relaxed, he put the gun back into the holster, and he threw the cigarette pitifully on the ground before, bent down, picked up the cigarette butt, like Like a down-and-out tramp, he lit the cigarette again.

"Fang Zhiming is an undercover police officer under me. A year ago, his participation in the investigation finally made progress. Then, because his identity was exposed, he was forced to terminate his mission and returned to China."

"Fang Zhiming's undercover location is not in the territory?"

"Yes."

Ren Xian was smoking a cigarette, and he and Xing Conglian knew very well that what they exchanged was not information, but trust.

Xing Conglian nodded and said: "I won't ask about the details of the case. I only suspect one thing. From Zheng Dongdong's planting to your reaction and arrest, the reaction time is less than one and a half hours. It is impossible for Zheng Dongdong to report directly to the international police. Interpol, he doesn't have this kind of access, your reaction speed is too fast, so, what is it that makes you so nervous?"

Xing Conglian's words made Ren Xian's face completely pale.Yes, a dark case will always be dark. If a bright light suddenly appears, the first thing you need to do is to hide and study carefully to find out what the light is.

Ren Xian took a deep breath and replied: "During the mission, he sent back some internal photos of the drug manufacturing factory, including some product packaging bags, which are exactly the same as the marijuana packaging bags found in your bedroom."