Criminal Psychology

Working overtime on rest days is of course very painful, and it is difficult for normal people's biological clocks to overcome this pain.

So when Xing Conglian got up in the morning, he could clearly hear all the electronic equipment of his little colleague who lived next door beeping.

Rock music, electronic music, game soundtrack, and even the sound of sawing wood...

Why are you sawing wood?

He walked out of the room with his slippers on, and was about to kick the door, but saw another colleague of his standing in front of the door, with his fingers curled up in the air, as if he was thinking about something.

"Can't you knock on the door?" he asked.

"No, I haven't knocked yet." The other party said so.

"why?"

"I just don't think there's any point in knocking on the door." Lin Chen put away his hands and answered him like this.

"It makes sense." Xing Conglian glanced at his brand new wooden door from top to bottom, and felt that it was not worth kicking open. The bell inside the door was ringing loudly, but no one inside got up. movement.

"It's not my salary that was deducted anyway, right?" he asked.

"really."

"Then go to breakfast?" He yawned, looking at Lin Chen's neat clothes, and asked.

"Okay." Lin Chen replied.

The so-called going to eat breakfast, of course, is going out to eat.

Even though the old streets and alleys like Yanjia Lane have been rectified, there are still many famous snack bars in the depths of some branch alleys. Some snack bars have even been passed down for several generations, and they are still bustling and crowded.

In the morning the sky was blue.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he found that Lin Chen had already changed his shoes and was waiting for him at the door.

Lin Chen's living habits are very good, maybe because he used to be a dormitory supervisor. He gets up at six o'clock every day, and when he has a task, he gets up early to analyze the case with him, and organizes the files when he has nothing to do. In short, he doesn't like to sleep late.

But self-disciplined single dogs probably live like this.

"Which one are you going to today?"

He walked to the door, closed the door, and heard Lin Chen standing under the eaves asking him this question.

"Consultant Lin has the right to speak about eating breakfast," he replied.

Going back to what I said before, Lin Chen's taste has always been very good. Although he didn't have any requirements for lunch or dinner, he was frighteningly picky about breakfast, frowning and not speaking if it didn't suit his taste. Don't dare take him to breakfast again.

However, as a loyal fan of breakfast and a regular early-stage person every day, after Lin Chen tried all the breakfast shops two kilometers away from Yanjia Lane, he no longer had the trouble of taking Lin Chen to breakfast, because the person who led the way had already Changed.

"Eat something light?"

Lin Chen asked him this while walking.

"You decide, you decide, listen to you."

"Okay, or the bakery at the mouth of Lujia Lane?"

After walking a few steps, they passed by the entrance of a gallery. Lin Chen nodded to a certain uninhibited painter who was squatting at the entrance and brushing his teeth, then looked back at him casually and said, "Wang Chao likes the soy milk from that store very much."

"The soy milk from that store is indeed delicious, but why bring it to the little ghost?"

"Otherwise why would we go so far?"

"I thought you wanted to get up early for a walk with me, Consultant Lin."

"This is indeed one of the reasons." Lin Chen replied.

Although he was clearly teasing and joking, Xing Conglian suddenly felt in a good mood after hearing his answer.

After a spring rain last night, the streets and alleys are neat and bright today, and even the river on one side is much clearer and greener.

"Are you really going to the mall to buy a toothbrush for the kid later?"

"That's right, is there any problem? After all, it is true that I moved his personal belongings without his consent." Lin Chen said.

"But why do you say he is obsessed with a toothbrush? Is this a fetish?"

"It's not about fetishism, it's probably something that gives it a special sense of security, or a pure habit."

"No big problem?"

"I don't see any problem at the moment."

As they talked, they saw an old man in front of him leading the family's big yellow dog out for a walk.

It was probably a not-so-pure golden retriever, and it was also old, lazily lying under a tree by the river.

He yawned, and saw Lin Chen walking a few steps quickly. After greeting the old man, he stretched out his hand and scratched the big yellow dog's chin.

"Have you ever thought about what you will do after retirement?" Seeing Lin Chen squatting under a tree happily stroking the big yellow dog, Xing Conglian suddenly wanted to ask Lin Chen this question.

"For people like me whose fate is not very good, it is more important to work hard to live until retirement first?"

When Lin Chen said that, his expression was calm, not even a joke.

"Consultant Lin, I find you are pessimistic."

It probably has something to do with the surrounding environment.

At that moment, under the willow tree, he listened to the running water and the panting of the big yellow dog, and looked at the calm and indifferent face of his friend and colleague because of the rising sun.He suddenly wanted to ask him, you are so pessimistic, what happened to make you lose the sense of being alive?

What ever happened?

Why are you still alive now?

However, that thought was also fleeting, as if Lin Chen stood up and answered his question about "retirement".

Lin Chen said: "Actually, I think that the present day is my ideal retirement life."

"Even if you live in cases and cases every day?" He thought it was very interesting, so he asked again.

"Speaking of which, even if my wish is world peace, there is no peace with the world after all." While talking, they had already turned the corner, and there was a faint smell of fried dough sticks in the air, and there were already many people lined up at the alley ahead. Lin Chen squinted his eyes, as if smelling the fragrance in the air, and said, "So the cases that should happen will always happen, the things that should be dealt with by me must be dealt with, and the things that should be dealt with by fate must also be dealt with. They will hit each other, whether you retire or not is the same.”

Xing Conglian laughed: "Why are you still blaming fate!"

"Because life is too bitter, if you don't blame your fate, you have to blame yourself, and you are prone to psychological problems, so you still blame your fate."

Psychologists always have very strange and reasonable self-adjustment theories, Xing Conglian nodded, and accompanied him to follow the team and moved two steps forward.

The line at the bakery looked very long, but it lined up quickly. When it was their turn, Lin Chen paid 12 yuan familiarly. The owner of the bakery looked at Lin Chen and asked, "Still the same?"

"Yeah, it's troublesome."

Their conversations are very familiar, and the actions of the boss are even more familiar.

Soon, three breakfasts were handed over, one each of deep-fried dough sticks, flatbread and soy milk, and each with a sesame ball.

Xing Conglian suddenly remembered that sometimes he didn't get up in the morning, and occasionally he could see the same configuration on the dining table after washing. Although sometimes Lin Chen would buy some other breakfasts, the proportion of these four items was the highest, so ah, it seems What the dynasty wants to eat is probably an excuse.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Lin Chen sitting in the store with his things.

To be honest, the breakfast shop is full of oily smoke from deep-fried dough sticks, and it is very strong, so there are not many people who actually sit and eat in it. After all, how many people would sit in the shop leisurely, peacefully What about breakfast?

Of course, except for those who have a special pursuit of breakfast.

Xing Conglian carried the bag, sat down opposite him, and reluctantly inserted the straw into the soy milk, and said with emotion: "Consultant Lin, you are really after breakfast."

"Because eating a good breakfast will make you feel better throughout the day."

"It's a very old man's argument, we young people generally don't eat breakfast."

Hearing what he said, Lin Chen paused, then looked at him with dark and bright eyes, and asked: "Since Captain Xing thinks he is very young, why did he ask about retirement just now?"

When Xing Conglian heard this question, he looked at Lin Chen again in surprise.

Lin Chen was quietly tearing apart the fried dough sticks, his face was expressionless, as if he was just asking a very ordinary question casually.

Hey, the level of insight into people's hearts is too high, if you are not careful when you speak, you will be misunderstood.

"I just want to exchange views on life with Consultant Lin and enhance friendship," he said.

"What about the result of the exchange?"

"Hey, what a coincidence, I think so too."

"What do you think?"

"I also feel that the present day is my ideal retirement life."

……

A too ordinary retirement life will make people feel that life has no hope, and he can't make it through the days of reading, drinking tea, playing chess and walking the dog every day.

Then it is a good choice to go to work every day, occasionally deal with some social evils, and realize the value of life.

Anyway, he always felt so.

That day, he still didn't bring Wang Dynasty to work in the end. After all, he can't always spoil his children. Everyone can pay the price for their actions and take their own life responsibilities.

He felt that he really resonated with Lin Chen in this regard.

So when Wang Chao arrived at the police station, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.

He had just come out of the director's office to drink tea, and saw the child Chao Chao rushed into the office in a hurry, fumbled for the fingerprint machine for a while, and finally almost passed out with a desperate groan.

It seems that after he went out, Lin Chen really didn't wake Wang Chao up.

Tsk, it's too hard to let go.

"Boss, you are too much!"

Seeing him walking into the office with a teacup in his hand, Wang Chao threw down his schoolbag and flew over, grabbed his collar and scolded him, "Do you know how crowded Road 227 is in the morning? How blocked is Zhongshan Avenue? Why didn't you call me!"

"Comrade Xiao Wang, you can't blame me for this. After all, your boss has to support my family, so I have to clock in at full time."

"Is there any necessary connection between you clocking in at full time and not waking me up? Why don't you wake me up!"

"Logic is good." Looking at Wang Chao's flushed face from the rush, Xing Conglian only felt in a good mood. He took a sip of hot tea and said, "Your Brother Chen and I agree that growing up like you A boy with a healthy body should sleep more."

"My brother, Achen, won't join forces with you!" Wang Chao said, and took out the already completely cold pancakes, fried dough sticks and hemp balls from his backpack, and said angrily, "My brother, Achen, is still on the table. I saved breakfast."

"That's because you don't know him too well..." He said, stroking the boy's head.

"roll roll roll!"

While speaking, Wang Chao knocked off his hand, and two patrolling police officers just walked in the door. They saw Wang Chao angry at the punch card machine, and instantly guessed what happened.

"Comrade Xiao Wang is late again, you young people are full of energy." One person patted Wang Chao on the shoulder.

"Old Geng, what you said is wrong. It should be said that young people just need sleep. When I am old, I can't sleep even if I want to sleep!" Another person echoed.

The dynasty was even angrier.

Xing Conglian greeted two very helpful colleagues with satisfaction, and asked them: "How is today?"

"It's not a big deal, what can happen to our area, but I think the CBD area is not enough."

Thinking of Ansheng International Mall, which was very uneasy, Xing Conglian frowned, and asked again: "Why is it so choking?"

"Isn't it some kind of celebrity fan meeting held at their opening ceremony? It is said that the crowd flow far exceeded expectations..."

"How could it exceed expectations? Isn't the number of people in each gathering estimated in advance and then approved?"

"I don't know about that either. I just listened to it in the car. It seems that the piece is asking for help, but it can't ask us for the time being."

Xing Conglian had a bad premonition in his heart, he turned around, Wang Chao had already stood upright by the punch card machine, his face turned from red to blue in an instant.

Seeing this expression, he knew the general idea, but he still asked with luck: "Did you meet Lin Chen when you went out?"

"I, Chen..." Wang Chao was a little speechless.

"Speak slowly, think clearly."

"Ah Chen and I went out together. He said he was going to buy me a toothbrush. It was 10:[-] when I went out, and now it is [-]:[-]. It takes [-] minutes to walk from our house to Ansheng International. Maybe it's in the mall right now." Wang Chao asked nervously, "Nothing really happened, boss!"