Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen was awakened by the sound of knocking on the window.

Standing outside the window was a cleaning aunt wearing a yellow poncho. He got up and opened the window, only to hear the aunt say angrily, "Xiao Lin, do you have the key to Yanqing's tool room?"

Lin Chen shook his head, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Isn't the whole school closed today?"

"Is the school closed, and the boss didn't give us a holiday." The aunt leaned on a long broom, "It's hard for us to sweep the floor."

Lin Chen was keenly aware of the abnormality here, why did the cleaning aunt come here to ask him for the key to Yu Yanqing's tool room?

Thinking of this, he asked, "Who asked you to ask me for the key to Yu Yanqing's tool room?"

"Oh, you have such a good relationship." Auntie smiled. When seeing a good-looking young man, the old aunts always make fun of them: "She resigned and said she left the key to you, right? It's here with you, hey, who doesn't know, she always runs to you when she has nothing to do..."

The old aunt was still chattering, but Lin Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yu Yanqing resigned, but did not return the key to the tool room, and told the others that the key is with him?

But he did not get any keys. If there were no keys, the logistics department would of course break the door.

So, what is behind the door?

"The key may be with me, but I have to look for it. Please go and clean it elsewhere, okay?" Lin Chen slightly bowed, and after speaking to his aunt, he turned and returned to the bed, and dialed Xing Cong with his mobile phone. Lian's phone,

……

When Xing Conglian arrived, Lin Chen was alone, leaning against the door of the basement entrance, apparently guarding for a long time alone

Seeing that Xing Conglian was followed by the forensic police officers and the forensic doctor, he nodded, stood up straight, and got out of the way.

There was only a dim light in the stairwell, which made his expression gloomy, even a little sad.

As a criminal investigator, Xing Conglian could of course smell the unusual stench in the air. His face darkened, he put on his gloves, and opened the door to the basement. The strong smell of blood made everyone suffocate.

The criminal police, who are used to dealing with the scene, have blocked the cordon according to the regulations, and all the lights are on. The lights are dazzling, and the dark underground space suddenly looks like daytime.

Damaged desks, dilapidated beds, and scattered textbooks, everything in the basement was illuminated brightly and clearly by spotlights, and even the dust was covered with a layer of fluorescent light.

At the end of the entire space, there is a closed, ocher wooden door.

A police officer found the master key and asked for instruction from the company.

Xing Conglian glanced at Lin Chen, took the key and walked to the black wooden door.

Opening the door is very simple. Insert the key into the keyhole, twist it slightly, and with a click, the door is opened.

However, Xing Conglian felt that it seemed that there could hardly be anything more difficult and bitter than this in the world.

The smell of blood wafted out along the crack of the door,

Putting his hand on the door panel, he looked at Lin Chen again and said, "I even suspect that you are the murderer."

The bright light from the flashlight illuminates the entire room, and the scene inside is horrifying.

In the small tool room, there are countless tools, such as mops, large shears for pruning flowers and trees, hoes, and broken plant roots. All kinds of sundries are stacked on top of each other, forming a dirty and thick black background.

Yu Yanqing was naked, squatting in the corner of the wall. There were countless fine wounds on her body, and blood was sprayed in every corner of the room, as if countless scarlet earthworms were climbing, absorbing all the heat of life.

And in her hand is a small knife that is common in students' pencil cases. The handle is light blue, and the blade is full of coagulated blood.

Even the police officers who are used to seeing murder scenes, many people can't stand such bloody scenes. The scene is very quiet, and a needle can be heard.

The first thing that sounded was the click of the shutter, and the flash lights were turned on one by one. The police officers from the forensic department squatted down to take pictures of the scene from different angles.

Then the forensic doctor walked into the arena and laid Yan Qing flat, his movements were indescribably slow and solemn.

No one speaks.

The moment Yan Qing lay down, a handful of fine sand leaked from between her stiff fingers.

A handful of white, delicate sand that swarmed out like countless aphids.

Xing Conglian grabbed Lin Chen and dragged him out of the basement.

Typhoon days are always weird, the rainstorm will stop at some point, and the sky will be so low that it will fall the next moment.

Xing Conglian pressed Lin Chen on the bench, behind him was the lush camphor.

He took mineral water from the trunk of the car, stuffed it into Lin Chen's hand, and then sat down beside him.

As a criminal police officer, he knows very well that apart from the gods, only the murderer and the insider can predict life and death, but he is also convinced that Lin Chen is not the murderer, so the question arises: what role did Lin Chen play in these incidents? character of.

"I'm not a murderer." Lin Chen unscrewed the bottle cap and said seriously and frankly.

Few people can face doubts and explain so straightforwardly.

"You were at the police station when the park incident happened, so of course you were not the murderer." Xing Conglian said.

"If you believe me, then I am not the murderer who killed Yu Yanqing." Lin Chen raised his head and took a sip of water.

This is the second time Lin Chen said, if you believe me.Xing Conglian thought, of course I still believe you.

But some things cannot be said, and some things must be asked clearly

"Why?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Remember that letter?"

"Ah."

"She said, 'Honey, I can finally face death calmly', I... finally..." Lin Chen stared at Xing Conglian with cold eyes, "Think about it, when would you use such a word ?”

"I finally ate crayfish, and I finally drank cold beer..." Xing Conglian replied honestly.

"It's a state of being done or about to be done, with extreme urgency."

Xing Conglian nodded, expressing his understanding of Lin Chen's meaning.

But even if Yu Yanqing had already decided to die when she wrote that letter, it doesn't mean that Yu Yanqing wasn't the murderer who destroyed the hanging ring and killed the training youth.

There is no necessary logical connection between the two.

Xing Conglian paused, and suddenly thought of one possibility: "Could Yu Yanqing be forced?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "All of her words are in No.1 pronoun, which shows that when she wrote this letter, she had a strong sense of self..." Lin Chen's tone was rare and gentle, as if she was missing something , "She also wrote some letters to me before, and the font of the letter before her death is no different. You know, if Yu Yanqing was coerced, then her emotions fluctuated strongly, and the words she wrote must be the same. The strokes are trembling and the fonts are messy, but I didn't notice this."

Xing Conglian scratched his messy hair: "What is this girl thinking, is everything she writes so cold?"

"I've only read some of the letters. I think the rest can be regarded as the deceased's relics and handed over to the police."

Lin Chen was a little sad.

When he collected those letters, he never thought about what he would do with them one day.

Perhaps one day, he quit his school job and would not leave with these letters, but it is obviously the saddest destination to give a girl all her thoughts to the police.

He went back to the dormitory to get the letter. There was someone waiting in front of the dormitory.

It was three men in suits and leather shoes.

Their clothes are neat, their faces are solemn, and even their leather shoes are polished meticulously.

Two of them, Lin Chen had seen on the bulletin board of the No. [-] Primary School in the city, were the school principal and a member of the board of directors, and the other was someone Lin Chen had known for a long time.

Many times, Lin Chen was woken up by knocking on the door in B&Bs and huts, and this was the person standing at the door.

"Mr. Housekeeper, hello." Lin Chen stood still in front of his small dormitory, bowed slightly, and saluted the tall and thin man standing at the front.

In this day and age, those who can hire a housekeeper must be rich people.

And who can afford a butler with silver hair and noble temperament must be a top rich person.

Therefore, when the housekeeper of such a rich family stood in front of the dilapidated school and the overly simple dormitory, he looked so out of place.

As if being choked by dust, and like all the villains in the movie before speaking, Chen Ping coughed lightly.

He lowered his head, somewhat condescendingly, looking at the young man in front of him.

He actually admired Lin Chen very much.

How should I put it, as the old housekeeper of the Chen family, he knows too many secrets. He is very clear about what this young man has done, and he is very clear about how paranoid his master is.

Just like the strong wind and the weeds that grow under the blowing of the strong wind, the young people who can survive the endless oppression are always a little bit amazing.

But he is very professional. The Chen family gives him an annual salary equivalent to that of any corporate executive. His existence is to solve all kinds of troubles for the masters, and of course, troubles are also included.

So he drove several hundred miles to Hongjing, found out the local connections of the Chen family, and then went to the director of Hongjing No. [-] Primary School, and made a request.

Few people could refuse the request made by the Chen family, let alone such an insignificant request.

Fire one of the school's housekeepers.

In fact, this trivial matter did not need the principal and directors of the school to come forward.

He didn't even need to meet Lin Chen this way.

But coincidentally, when he was about to leave, someone hurriedly pushed away the principal's office.

The person said that a dead body was found in the school, and it was a dormitory manager named Lin Chen who called the police.

"Is that Lin Chen? You have been expelled." The headmaster said with his head held high.

"Why?" Lin Chen glanced at the noble butler and the proud principal.

"Look what a mess you have made the dormitory. There are corpses hidden in the dormitory building. Isn't it the responsibility of your dormitory supervisor? Look, you have recruited the police!" Every building can hear it.

"okay."

The lingering sound of the roar curled up, and a faint voice like clear water sounded immediately.

The headmaster was a little dazed. He didn't expect that the young dormitory manager would agree so simply, it was too indifferent and too understatement.

Just when he was about to respond, another more understated and more indifferent voice came from behind him.

"Principal~ May I ask if you are dissatisfied with our police work?"