Criminal Psychology

Yanjia Lane is not far from Chunshui Street, within walking distance.

The torrential rain is still falling, the dark clouds are thick, and the boundary between day and night is clear again.

Whether it was due to the typhoon or the murder case, Chunshui Street is sparsely populated and few shops are still open.

The rain has washed over the street over and over again, the bloodstains of the past have long disappeared, the ground is clean, and the air has become fresh as a result.

It's so refreshing that you just want to slow down.

Lin Chen walked very slowly without an umbrella, Xing Conglian held up a black umbrella and followed behind him.

For some reason, Xing Conglian always felt that Lin Chen should be very young. Although Fu Hao always called him senior brother, he seemed younger than Fu Hao.

Even though he was just graduating from university, he was as decadent as an old monk, indifferent and indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

He could make inferences calmly, or he could lie down under the corpse calmly, and even when he came out, his face remained unchanged.

Therefore, Xing Conglian really wanted to know what could move Lin Chen.

The two walked slowly, and when they reached the fruit stand where the crime happened that day, there was no one there, and the shutter door was closed tightly.

Lin Chen stood at the place where Yan Qing was standing that day.

At this moment, the clouds were overcast and the rain was pouring, but the situation that day was not like this.

It seems that the sun has not yet set, and there are a lot of people in the air, and there is some fishy smell and some fragrance.

Then, suddenly, the riots started. All eyes were on the crazy fruit stall owner. They watched the stall owner slash innocent women with knives. No one noticed that there was a woman who had died for a long time old man.

But when the woman rushed to the shop door and the old man fell silently, the fear of death was magnified and magnified infinitely. Everyone seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands. They were no longer bystanders, but became... Become a witness.

Who is the murderer, why is he doing those weird things in the morgue, and why is he here, watching this scene?

Standing here, what does he want and what does he see?

Lin Chen raised his head slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and let the sporadic rain fall on his face.

Seeing this scene, Xing Conglian was always a little uneasy. He looked around and patted Lin Chen on the shoulder.

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Xing Conglian pointed to the surveillance camera at one end of the street, and said, "This surveillance camera was installed a few years ago. It is said to be for the safety of the merchants, but in fact it is just for show." As he spoke, he pointed to the other side of the long street. One end, "The one on the other side has already broken down."

"Is there no surveillance coverage in the small park and the mortuary?" Lin Chen asked.

"The park is too large, and there are always monitoring blind spots, and the mortuary...even if it's pretending, no one dares to look at it."

"Then, here comes a problem." Lin Chen paused, and said: "Criminals seem to be very familiar with the distribution and structure of cameras, and they can always avoid surveillance when committing crimes. Then why is Yu Yanqing always caught by surveillance , isn't that weird?"

"It makes sense..." Xing Conglian laughed, "But technology is dead, but people are alive." He looked around and walked diagonally across from the fruit shop.

There, also opened a hardware store.

"I heard that psychological questioning is amazing, and I've always wanted to see it." Xing Conglian leaned into Lin Chen's ear and said softly.

The owner of the hardware store is a middle-aged man in his early 50s, with a bald head and gray temples.

Seeing the ID shown by Xing Conglian, he rubbed his hands on the apron, and said in a very familiar tone: "You came to ask about that day again, I really didn't see what happened on the other side, look There are things hanging in front of me, I don't even know when the old man opened the store."

The boss spoke very fast. He seemed to have repeated the same words many times, so he was a little impatient.

"No, tell him again." Xing Conglian interrupted him, pointing to Lin Chen who was beside him.

Lin Chen took half a step forward and moved the things in front of the boss to the side. His tone was gentle, like an umbrella opened in the heavy rain: "You don't have to think about what happened, I hope you Tell me, how was the weather that day?"

His voice was calm and his eyes were peaceful, even without any instructions, the boss closed his eyes unconsciously, as if falling into a long memory.

"The weather is fine, the sun hasn't set yet, but the vegetable market has been gloomy and dark."

"You took a breath, there was a little noise around, the crowd was walking around, can you smell the smell at that time?"

Following Lin Chen's voice, the boss really took a long breath, and then slowly said: "Yes, there are fragrant chicken cakes, raw meat, and fishy smell..."

"You can hear that the surrounding voices are gradually getting louder, and the footsteps are getting louder and louder. You work hard to hear those voices more clearly."

Lin Chen's voice became softer, matching the sound of the rain, like a melodious flute sound.

The owner of the hardware store was silent for a while before speaking again: "Crying, I heard crying, the street is in chaos, there are crying and shouting everywhere, that woman is calling, help, help... But I dare not Move, I'm too scared to move!"

"What does that feel like?"

"I feel very scared. I am not afraid of cutting people. I have a knife in my hand. If he dares to cut me, I will dare to cut him. But later, when the old man across the door fell down, I saw him lying there motionless. He The body is very dark, the face is still smiling, I think of when my father died, it was so scary..."

As the boss said, the muscles on his face tensed up, and he clenched his fists tightly. Suddenly, a peaceful voice, like a thin stream of water, slowly but forcefully washed away his closed heart.

"Suddenly you find that a piece of paper appears in front of your eyes. The piece of paper is very long and wide. It falls from the sky and slowly wraps the entire street."

The voice was very soft and slow, and the boss found that in his mind, a piece of paper really appeared, and that piece of paper rolled from one end of the street to the other, wrapping everything and making him fall into a brief blank.

He frowned slightly, as if sensing something, the paused voice sounded again.

"Now, please stretch out your hand and slowly knead that piece of paper. There are a lot of things in it, so when you knead, you must be very careful and very slow..."

Following the soft instruction sound, the boss stood there blankly, with his hands hanging down on both sides of his trouser pockets, but his fingertips were miraculously shaking slightly.

Xing Conglian was almost stunned.

His eyes sometimes fell on Lin Chenning's face, and sometimes on the face of the hardware store owner who closed his eyes.

Lin Chen spoke again: "Please hold the ball of paper in the palm of your hand."

Hearing what he said, the boss also clenched his fists.

"Phantasy, raise your hand, higher and higher, until your arm is above your head... You feel a little tired in your hand, but the things in your hand become very light and light... Then, please use all your strength , Throw out the ball of paper."

Occasionally, in the boss's mind, he seemed to throw the ball of paper out, and he felt himself raising his head until the white point disappeared from sight.

Then, he felt a tap on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him stood the young man just now.

The young man was not tall, a little thin, wearing a white shirt, the clothes were wet against his body, his face was calm, and his eyes were as clear as streams in the morning sun.

In the boss's ear, the familiar voice sounded again.

"Thank you very much."

The young man paused, looked straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "Also, those are all in the past."

……

It was still gray.

They bid farewell to the stall owner, and Xing Conglian leaned his umbrella towards Lin Chen, lowering his voice: "What was that just now, hypnosis?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "Psychology is not as weird as you imagined. No one can hypnotize you just by looking at you."

"what is that?"

"That's just a treatment method commonly used by psychotherapists to help visitors get rid of some too scary memories." Lin Chen looked at him, then silently looked away.

Xing Conglian didn't know what to say, and when he asked the case, he also healed the trauma of his heart by the way. This service seemed too thoughtful.

"So, did you ask anything?"

"It's very strange. The perpetrator seems to be deliberately creating a certain atmosphere." Lin Chen was thoughtful.

The lonely fear under the bed in the morgue, the old man who suddenly collapsed in the shop on the street, and the dying young man under the hanging ring, present the fear of death step by step...

"Call Fu Hao." Lin Chen suddenly spoke as if remembering something.