Criminal Psychology

When Fu Hao arrived, he saw Lin Chen sitting in the dormitory drinking tea. He was only wearing a thin blanket and his hair was still wet.

As soon as Professor Fu stepped into the cold room and saw the white walls and the lonely wooden table, he couldn't help but ran to the bedside and said to Lin Chen, "Brother, this is not the place for you to stay."

Lin Chen glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"You move to live with me!"

This time, the person looking at him was replaced by Captain Xing.

Although Fu Hao didn't quite understand why Xing Conglian wanted to look at him, but he clearly felt impatience in that gaze.

Replaced with a more easy-to-understand sentence: What are you talking about!

Fu Hao thought that Xing Conglian blamed him for disturbing Lin Chen's thinking, so he immediately shut up, not afraid of getting cold on the ground, and sat down obediently in front of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't speak, Fu Hao thought for a long time by himself, and tentatively opened his mouth.

"Maybe it's not a serial killer at all?"

Lin Chen nodded: "There is no evidence that these people died of murder."

He chose his words carefully, and Xing Conglian, who was sitting by the side, suddenly said, "This morning, the forensics department issued a report that the suspension rings in the park were artificially damaged."

Fu Hao responded to Xing Conglian with a look of "Why didn't you say it earlier", while the captain of the criminal police was very innocent, "I don't have time to say it at all."

"Murder cases and non-murder cases are mixed together. Do you know that this is more complicated than a simple serial murder?" Professor Fu said angrily, "Has white sand been detected near the sand in the park? The two cases were put together for a joint investigation."

"Actually, it's not necessary." Lin Chen suddenly said, interrupting the argument between the two.

"What is unnecessary?"

"There is no need to go through a lot of trouble, looking for small concepts in big concepts."

"You mean sand?"

Lin Chen nodded: "This is the only clue that can connect all the cases, isn't it? Let's assume that there is indeed such a connection, then a problem has arisen..." Lin Chen lowered his head and asked, "Why is Sha ?”

Lin Chen asked, why sand.

Fu Hao thought, if my mother knew, I would have already solved the case.

But in front of Lin Chen, of course he must not swear, so he can only search for some possible answers: "Sha, is it something with special intentions?"

"En." Lin Chen nodded, encouraging him to continue talking.

"In Buddhism, there are words like 'Ganges sand', or 'one sand, one world, one leaf, one bodhi', but you said that the sand used by criminals is very special, it is the sand in sandbox games, so ..."

"So, it's difficult for us to analyze what the sand specifically represents?" Lin Chen interjected as if he had seen through Fu Hao's thoughts.

"Well, let's just talk about sandbox games. The teacher did not simply introduce it to us before. Sandbox therapy is to freely place characters on the sand to reflect the subconscious psychological state... Could it be that the murderer is playing a game?" Fu Hao ask.

Lin Chen looked at Fu Hao with a hint of admiration in his eyes.He got up from the bed and pushed open a closed door in the house.

With the wooden door slowly opening, a huge sky-blue sand table slowly revealed the whole picture.

The sea of ​​sand is vast, as if a new world has been opened up in the whole space. Those fine, white sand piles, high or low, only make people feel boundless.

On the wooden shelf at the side, there is a whole wall of pocket toys.

There are all kinds of villains, miniature daily necessities, shiny car models, and even some architectural models...

Standing beside Fu Hao and Xing Conglian, they felt that they were suddenly insignificant.

"Do you still remember the sand that the murderer put beside the corpse?" Lin Chen asked.

Xing Conglian squeezed into the room ahead of Fu Hao, so he was naturally asked by Lin Chen.

"of course I remember."

"We are always speculating about the murderer's purpose to put down the sand, but in fact, thinking about it the other way around, we can also infer his mental state from his behavior."

Lin Chen took a villain from the wooden shelf and put it in the sand table: "If, imagine, he takes the whole city as his own sand table game, and then puts down his toys inadvertently, then from the sand table therapy Based on his theory, we also inferred his own psychological state in reverse."

"So, the more he does, the more he exposes himself step by step?"

Lin Chen didn't answer, but instead used his hands to push the white sand in the sand table away.

So in the vast sea of ​​sand, a huge blue hole was exposed: "First of all, the distance between the crime, regardless of time or space, is very far apart, and there is no pattern. The information he gave me is 'void'."

He said, and placed two other doll toys on the sand table far apart, "Secondly, since his behavior is disordered, he must have lost the strength to support him, so his heart is chaotic."

Lin Chen didn't care about the expressions of the two people behind him, but grabbed a handful of sand, and the fine sand fell down one after another, and some of them floated onto the toys: "Finally..." Lin Chen slowly opened his mouth: "It's death."

"What death?" Xing Conglian and Fu Hao asked in unison.

Lin Chen didn't answer this question right away, but just stared at the vast sand table in front of him, and said: "Death is a narrow and broad concept, but there is no doubt that whether it is under the hospital bed, or on that long street, or even Even in the small park, there is an atmosphere of death, which is deliberately created by the murderer. He wants people to have fear and trembling of death, and this fear of death is gradually amplifying and becoming stronger... ...Because of this, it may be speculated that ..."

"What do you speculate?"

"If I were to analyze his sand table, I would speculate that he should be extremely afraid of death in his subconscious. Maybe his relatives passed away, or maybe he experienced massacres. In short, death has brought him extreme pain... ..." After Lin Chen finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes gently.

……

It's weird, it's weird, it's spooky...

This is all Xing Conglian felt after hearing the beginning and end. Lin Chen just played with the sand a few times before making a series of inferences. From a rational point of view, every sentence Lin Chen said was too mysterious, even as if There is no direct impetus to solve the case.

But from an irrational point of view, he seemed to think that everything Lin Chen said made sense.

The key problem is that he actually believed it.

Another day was approaching evening, and it was only 48 hours away from the wounding case in the vegetable market.

Because he didn't sleep all night and spent too much effort, Lin Chen seemed extremely tired, so he changed into dry clothes, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Professor Fu still wanted to hang on, but was dragged away by Xing Conglian.

In fact, Xing Conglian didn't really want to leave.

But he had already resisted the chief's series of deadly calls all afternoon, and when he was about to leave work, if he didn't return to the police station, he would never even think about going back.

The old bureau chief was still drinking tea in the office.

Seeing his subordinate rushing back, he motioned for him to close the door properly before asking him to sit down.

Xing Conglian had just returned, and he didn't have time to inquire about the situation from his subordinates, so he had to stare at the leader's face, trying to find clues from the wrinkled face and smooth top of the head.

"I heard that you took Lin Chen to the hospital?" The old bureau chief asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, I'm going." Xing Conglian said casually.

The director glanced at Da Ma Jin Dao's subordinate who was sitting on the sofa and was completely unrepentant, and he was really angry.

"What did I tell you this morning!"

"You said not to let him participate in the case investigation."

"Then why don't you listen?"

"Because of your reasons, you can't convince me, just because you are afraid of being reported by others?" Xing Conglian sniffed and took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket. However, due to the heavy rain, the integrated cigarettes were already soaked, and he became a little annoyed : "I receive a bunch of reports like this every day, because some people don't let Lin Chen participate in the investigation, so we are obedient. Where did this evil force come from?"

"It's nothing to do with the evil forces!"

"Then you tell me which leader said hello, and I will also write a report letter to expose him?"

"Can you question the purity of our team?"

"Who is that? Which one is he acting in? The president is tyrannical and cool?" Xing Conglian wiped his beard all over his face and asked with a smile.

The director seemed to be unable to bear Xing Conglian anymore, and slammed the table: "Do you know who that is, you don't know anything!"

Xing Conglian was yelled at once, not knowing how to refute.

That's right, he and Lin Chen had only known each other for more than a day, and Lin Chen was also taciturn, and the sum of all the things they said was less than a hundred sentences.

Even Fu Hao knew Lin Chen much better than him. From any point of view, he and Lin Chen were just half strangers.

Thinking of this, Xing Conglian looked at his leader seriously, and asked, "Then, can you tell me his story?"

The chief was stunned.

Seeing his subordinate's sincere, expectant, and even slightly sad eyes, he picked up his teacup and took a sip before restraining the desire to tell a story.

"Don't you have a good relationship with Lin Chen?" The director smiled, "Ask him yourself."

It's the most insane feeling when you want to know something so badly and someone always keeps it secret.

Xing Conglian rubbed his hair, stood up angrily, and was about to leave.

With his hand on the doorknob, the voice of the old director suddenly came from behind: "Have you heard of the Chen Consortium?"

"The real estate guy seems to be very rich?"

"Not very rich, but very rich."

"Is it important to be rich? My family is also rich." The young detective with disheveled hair said nonchalantly.