Criminal Psychology

"Oh, the static image capture system." When it came to technical issues, before Xing Conglian could open his mouth, Wang Chao suddenly regained his spirits, "The case is not small, and it has been covered by this program, but if it comes from an undercover agent desperately The internal photos of the drug manufacturing factory should be top secret, could it be that Zheng Dongdong just happened to use this packaging bag, in fact, judging by his appearance, he probably just wanted to get us up and locked up for a few days, did not expect the matter to be so serious?" As if suddenly possessed by a famous detective, Comrade Chao Chao's eyes lit up, "There is another possibility, that is, someone knows that this packaging bag will definitely be caught by your filter system!" At the end of Dynasty, he emphasized his tone and pushed Pushing the completely non-existent glasses, "So, is all this a coincidence or a conspiracy!"

"If the issue is too complicated, let's go back to the original point and look at the whole planting case. If Zheng Dongdong reported the case to ordinary policemen, then what will be our result?"

"We were taken back to the bureau for tea, and Lao Jiang came to pick us up."

"Now, if we replace people with Interpol who want to track down clues in transnational drug cases, how will our results be different?"

"We were arrested and tortured at the ICPO?" Wang Chao looked at the team leader with trepidation, "You don't really have this plan, do you?"

"Otherwise, why did he bring the special police here to play mahjong?" Xing Conglian slapped the back of the boy's head, signaling him to be quiet for a while.

"Is there any difference between these two results for you?" Ren Xian asked.

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian. This was really something he couldn't understand. Assuming there were real black hands behind the scenes, why would they take a huge risk and use the photos sent back by Fang Zhiming to lure the Interpol to take action?

"The difference lies in the time." As if he had already guessed the answer, Xing Conglian answered this question without even pausing or thinking.

Lin Chen frowned.

"If we are taken away by the local police, we can probably see the light of day again within an hour." Xing Conglian no longer kept his secrets, but analyzed the dark and treacherous thoughts behind this incident in a calm and frightening tone.

For a moment, the coldness and tranquility returned to the room, as if the warm sunlight overflowing through the glass windows had no effect.

No one spoke, Lin Chen thought, and he was really needed to ask the question again: "So, what if it's ICPO?" He looked at the serious case team leader and asked.

"I will detain you as far as I can limit your personal freedom time." Ren Xian said.

"How long is it?"

"According to the regulations, it is 48 hours."

"So, all this is to delay our case?"

This conclusion is incredible.

Insignificant crimes such as concealing marijuana can't cause any real and substantial harm to them, so the most important difference between the local police and the Interpol is that the latter will interrogate and detain them recklessly. until the end of the 48-hour detention period.

So, looking back, now, who on earth would want them to stop for a cup of tea and not be in a rush?

The answer is almost obvious to the extreme.

Among all the people sitting, only Wang Chao and Xing Conglian understood the meaning of this sentence. Wang Chao slowed down chewing gum, as if he couldn't understand the brain circuit of the mastermind behind the scenes, and questioned: "This is too risky." , If we talked about Fang Zhiming or something related to the previous case during the interrogation process, wouldn't the truth be revealed?"

With a puff, the boy blew out the chewing gum in his mouth.

"It's very simple. The so-called Fang Zhiming and his unfinished undercover case are just two different stages of the same trap." About people like Xing Conglian, when they say important conclusions, they will be as calm as if Let me introduce to you which food stall on the food street is more delicious, "Phase [-], we were arrested, interrogated, and released after being detained for a full period of time. Clue, the story automatically enters phase two..."

"What is Phase Two?"

"Just like what you did just now, analyze the relationship between the live broadcast of death and Fang Zhiming's murder, and then go astray." He didn't smoke, but yawned boredly.

"Boss, can you explain clearly?" The boy closed his laptop, took off his peaked cap, and rubbed his hair twice. What he did was probably what everyone in the room wanted to do, "As you do Said, the boss behind the scenes deliberately led us to investigate the connection between the two cases, but why did he do this? If they dare to do this, does it mean that the people who framed us and the drug dealer who killed Fang Zhiming are not the same group of people, then Is Yang Dianfeng's jewelry heist that modified the driving time of the vehicle related to the death of the eyewitness Cheng Weiwei? What's going on?"

In short, the boy's questions are like a cannonball, which is unstoppable, but the questions brought out by that small package seem to be far more than the boy's questions.

There seemed to be countless fine spider threads in the air, which made people unable to move or even breathe.Suddenly, Lin Chen saw Xing Conglian showing a boring and lazy smile.

"You've made me dizzy by asking so many questions." The captain of the criminal police bent his fingers and tapped the head of the young subordinate. He struck harder this time, and the young man arched up and grinned in pain: "Boss , it's unfair for you to bully the weak like this, do you know that?"

"Do you know why you were hit?" the perpetrator asked.

"Because I asked you a question you couldn't answer, so you feel ashamed..." The boy began to court death.

"Then let me ask another question. Do you know why your grandfather lived to be 90 years old?"

"Because he eats vegetables every day and keeps exercising!"

"No, it's because he never meddles in his own business."

The boy's eyes widened, and he looked incredulously at the boss in front of him who was still trying to tease him.

"But Boss, there are so many clues. We have so many things to investigate about the packaging bag of the drug manufacturing factory, Fang Zhiming's death, the system time modified by Yang Dianfeng, the whole story of the jewelry robbery, and the background of the witness Cheng Weiwei!"

"Stop talking." Xing Conglian had a rare stern look on his face.

Dynasty was quickly silenced by his scolding.

"Thinking about it from another angle, why isn't that packaging bag a suspicious case set up by the mastermind behind the scenes? In fact, Fang Zhiming's death may have nothing to do with the case we are investigating now." The surrounding air seemed to be a frozen entity, his words , but it is like a sharp blade that breaks through those sticky silk screens: "You see, we can make countless inferences, but the only thing that is certain is that because there are too many possibilities, we can't pursue this clue. This is definitely a dead end that will waste our countless hours but ultimately lead us to return without success..." He looked at the boy seriously, as if he was looking at everyone in the conference room, and said, "So, stop your thoughts, Don’t even think about it in this direction for me.”

This is an order, not a discussion.

For a moment, Lin Chen felt that this order was too uncomfortable.

For those who want to solve a case, there is nothing more attractive than the clues in front of them. It is like hard fruit candy with a sweet smell, or an upgraded novel that is about to reach a climax. It is difficult for you to control yourself Pull your hands back or put down your book.

Because a long time ago, they have developed the habit of analyzing and researching various things. The inertia of their thinking makes them unstoppably want to dig up the entire street to see even if they know that this may be a maze laid by the murderer. Find out what's hidden under the maze.

But now, Xing Conglian seems to have clearly drawn a line on the ground, telling them to avoid this place, because no matter what is buried ahead, it has nothing to do with them for the time being.

This is indeed unacceptably strong.

But in the next second, it was as if there was ice-cold water pouring down the top of his head. The cold and damp feeling made Lin Chen wake up quickly.

He was very fortunate that the person sitting next to him and yawning was Xing Conglian.

After all, most people in this world are constantly analyzing and judging. Only a few people can break through the fog and see the truth of the matter clearly, and those who are too lazy to talk nonsense with you and just tell you what to do are even more amazing.

The whole framing case is a sinister thinking trap from beginning to end. It is not fatal, but it is very cold and vicious. Under the ingenious arrangement of the organizer, you can't even realize that you are stepping into a well-designed quagmire.

In fact, there are too many ways to delay time and create accidents, such as killing people, setting fires, causing car accidents, etc., but those methods are too strong and obvious, and it is easy for them to perceive the intention behind them, and together with just the right drug planting 48 hours is as insignificant as a nail pierced through a wheel. It makes you only think about how to solve the troubles in front of you. If you are lucky enough to repair the tire and prepare to move on, you will find that there are several roads ahead. Nail-sprinkling brats, they make faces at you, then turn around and run, which can easily make you speed up, trying to catch those brats and beat them hard, and by that time, you will be far away from the real world. Important things are getting further and further away.

That is the direction, and the time.

"If all this is to delay our investigation, it means that the next death live broadcast should happen soon." Lin Chen said.

"Yeah, but it's not a bad thing." Xing Conglian said, the stern look in his eyes had disappeared, and Lin Chen found that he was looking at himself with helpless eyes, "At least we know a time limit .”

"What's the matter, what's the time limit?" Wang Chao was a little impatient, maybe his family's Chen's face became as ugly as his boss, or maybe he couldn't keep up with the thinking of these detectives from the beginning to the end, after all He's just a technician!

"I'm afraid we have at most 48 hours left."

48 hours is the longest time Ren Xian can detain them, and likewise, it should be the ending time of the death carnival in the future.

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For Lin Chen and Xing Conglian, they have already made a clear direction and know the worst possibility in the future.But for Ren Xian, after experiencing today's absurd drama, he couldn't avoid the most important question, why did that poorly printed cannabis bag reappear after a lapse of November?However, the internal information of the serious crime team is kept secret, so how can outsiders know the photo that Fang Zhiming secretly sent back?

Just as he was confused and thinking about whether to speak, the door of the meeting room was opened again.

The deputy captain of the Second Bureau, who was always careless, stood at the door, his face full of joy of successful interrogation.

"Fucking old Xing, you're a bit smart. Chen Pingquan got it. He said that the marijuana was given to him by his second assistant, and the goods were also given by his second assistant."

Hearing this, Ren Xian's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that Xing Conglian, who acted like he didn't know how to intervene in the case, had already secretly sent someone to interrogate the suspect.

"Has the arrest been carried out?" Xing Conglian took out another pack of cigarettes like a magic trick, and threw it over.

Jiang Chao reached out to catch it, and said: "According to what you told me in the text message, people were sent to Chen's company early in the morning, and they were arrested only after Chen Ping gave his name, but Lao Huang and the others still rushed to nothing, and the assistant's office was empty." Man, is the coffee on the table still hot?"

Ren Xian's mood was like being on a roller coaster. Hearing those words, he fell into the abyss in an instant. The surroundings were very cold, and there was not even a gleam of light.

"So, it seems that someone has tipped off the news." Jiang Chao opened the cigarette case, smoked one and put it in his mouth.

Hearing that sentence, whether it was the residue of tobacco or some other reason, Ren Xian felt his mouth was full of bitterness,

Xing Conglian's net has been closed tightly enough, but that person can escape in such a short period of time, which can only show that there are ghosts among the people who stayed in this conference room just now.

And he remembered that he had assembled a signal jammer here just now, so the people in the room would not have any chance to report the signal.

But among all the people who went out, Zheng Dongdong was already in custody, and Chen Ping and the big brother of the Chen family were being interrogated, so the only ones who could leak the news were his subordinates who had just been sent away.

"As the team leader."

In the bone-chilling chill, Ren Xian suddenly heard someone calling him.

He raised his head and looked towards the window, where the bright sunlight was overflowing, dazzlingly bright.

In the sunlight, he saw a vague and lazy smile.

He heard someone say to him: "Now, you can search your mobile phones and communication equipment."