Criminal Psychology

Dynasty works really well.

This is something that Lin Chen has sighed many times. In fact, if there is no dynasty, they will spend a lot of time on some useless data retrieval in the process of handling the case, and the efficiency will be much lower than now, but as long as there is that There is a young man whose IQ is always online. Many times, as long as they ask questions and ideas, the answer will be given quickly there, which is really too convenient to say.

And this is probably one of the reasons why Xing Conglian has always brought people by his side.

"Achen, have you seen any milk tea shops over there? On the southeast corner, there is a Hong Kong-style milk tea shop. The angle of view in front of that milk tea shop should be very good."

When the young man's brisk voice came, Lin Chen couldn't help looking at the time. He only spent about 20 seconds thinking and searching. I really don't know where Xing Conglian found this African child.

"I see." He replied.

"I sent you a software to crack WIFI in your mobile email, if the owner of the milk tea shop doesn't give you the WIFI password, you can crack it yourself!" Wang Chao added.

"Are you from Africa? How do you do business if milk tea doesn't provide WIFI?" Xing Conglian scolded.

"Then it's also possible that you won't give it if you don't buy something!"

"Isn't it enough to show the ID?" Xing Conglian said again.

Lin Chen quickened his pace and walked there. Hearing the voices of the two, he suddenly felt that even if there was a problem, it could probably be solved.

"But if you crack it, wouldn't it be cooler and more technical?" Wang Chao retorted dissatisfiedly, and then gave him a popular science, "Ah Chen, do you know why Mao must let you connect to wifi, because In case of an emergency, with so many people at the scene, once a major accident occurs, the GAV signal is easily blocked, but if the Internet facilities are not damaged violently, it will be relatively smooth. If the phone fails, you can use the Internet phone. What do you think? How about it?"

"I think your concern scares me," he replied.

"Oh, Chen, don't be afraid, our boss has done it before in any dangerous situation, you have to believe that I will protect you for such a small matter!"

Lin Chen tilted his head slightly, and walked towards the milk tea shop along the periphery of the crowd. Has he ever been in any dangerous situation?

Then, after thinking for a while, he asked in a low voice, "How dangerous is it?"

"For example, rescued a batch of precious cultural relics under the pressure of air raids, deserts, terrorists, circling all over the world!"

"What about writing novels?"

On the other end of the phone, Xing Conglian obviously drew Wang Chao again.

Lin Chen smiled, life is like a novel.

Suddenly, he felt Li Jingtian's singing stopped.

At the end of the song, the singer stabilized his breath, and his panting sound was a bit rough.

The audience began to scream, and the occasional excited shouts were particularly abrupt against the blank background sound.

Only the singer let out a low laugh, and the scene stopped instantly.

He said: "Today, thank you very much for coming..."

His voice was a little low. Although he couldn't see the situation on the stage clearly, Lin Chen could still clearly feel the unusual sadness of the scene.

Logically, he should stop now and listen carefully, but inexplicably, he started to trot towards the milk tea shop pointed out by Wang Chao.

"Do you know which floor the mall's radio room is on?" He asked Wang Chao with his mobile phone in hand, "I need to go to the radio room."

"I don't know. All the records on Ansheng International's website don't have a broadcasting room. I'm also looking for it, but it's either on the top floor or on the first floor. Shall we bet?"

"What's the bet, cut directly into the broadcast system."

"Boss, can you be more civilized? Do you think you are a hacker if you cut off other people's broadcasting systems casually?"

The two continued to quarrel on the other end of the phone, but Xing Conglian obviously had no intention of joking with Wang Chao, and he said coldly, "You can do whatever I tell you to do."

"Okay, okay, don't be aggressive."

"Transfer the floor plan of the mall to another computer, and I'll take a look." Xing Conglian continued.

But at this time, Lin Chen no longer had the energy to listen to them, because he found that no matter where the broadcasting room was, he might not be there in time.

Li Jingtian was talking on the stage, but he couldn't see the specific situation on the stage because of the crowd.

"I know that something has happened recently that made you worry about me. I am really sorry, so although the timing is very inappropriate now, I still want to come out and thank you..."

The singers on stage showed their true feelings.

Lin Chen looked around. Fortunately, there was a row of dining chairs for people to rest outside the milk tea shop in front of him. He ran a few steps and quickly stepped on one of them, because the shop assistants were crowded around the railing and no one even stepped on it. to dissuade him.

What was even more fortunate was that the Wi-Fi password of the milk tea shop happened to be written on the door of the shop. He connected to the Wi-Fi network and checked the signal, which turned out to be full.

He hung up the phone, switched the communication method, and stood on a chair, looking down into the hall.

At this moment, the singer was lowering his head slightly, as if he was a little tired from the two difficult tracks just now, so he was panting lightly after speaking.

"Don't say that, don't be like that, Sedum!"

"Come on, we all know Sedum!"

Taking advantage of this gap, the girls responded one after another.

Just like their childish and sincere voices, the flashing lights on the scene also exploded like fireworks.

The singer suddenly looked up with a bright smile on his face. He grinned, showing his white teeth and a sweet dimple on his left cheek. He bowed sincerely and said, "Actually, it seems like I've said too much." , On the contrary, it is too deliberate, I just want to say, right and wrong are free to judge, thank you very much for your support, I love you, really."

"Sedum!!! Sedum!!! We love you!!!"

The girls frantically waved the support objects in their hands. They shouted and screamed, and some even shed tears with excitement.

The shopping mall was noisy again, and a brisk prelude sounded on the stereo. Unlike the previous two bitter songs, this seemed to be a light and sweet love song. Li Jingtian waved his hand to the audience and said with a smile: "This song is dedicated to you. My confession."

He smiled sweetly, and the fans screamed again.

The scene became noisy again, some people were clapping their hands in keeping with the rhythm, some people were shaking their heads, and some people continued to take pictures non-stop.

Lin Chen pressed the mobile phone against his ear, and Wang Chao seemed to be reporting something to Xing Conglian.

"Boss, let's do the math. The on-site traffic is [-]% of the load." The person on the other end of the phone paused, and seemed to see some incredible scene again, and shouted: "Damn, why is Zheng Suo here again?" Let people in!"

Hearing this, Lin Chen turned his eyes to the stage again. The atmosphere on and off the stage was very good, and the fans were singing briskly to the singing.

Where is the problem?

He looked at the row of black-clothed guests in the audience. Huang Ze and others seemed to be getting up and preparing to leave. At the same time, the fans in the audience were waving cheering lights. Under the stage, it seems that the on-site staff is arranging flowers on stage.

It was a bunch of green roses with lush branches and leaves, wrapped in pure black gold-studded paper, and the face of the girl wearing a mask was hidden in the long hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

and many more.

Why does the girl who presents flowers wear a mask to avoid being photographed by others?

But fans occasionally come on stage, don't they want to take photos with celebrities and hug them? Is it reasonable to cover their faces?

"Xing Conglian, call Zheng Suo immediately!" Lin Chen resisted the urge to jump off the chair and rush to the fence, and shouted to the other end of the phone.

While speaking, the girl in the red skirt held a bouquet of flowers and stepped onto the stage to the brisk melody.

The singer on the stage also saw someone with flowers. During the interlude, he whistled in tune with the melody, and looked gratefully at the girl in the red dress who came on stage. His eyes were a little grateful, even a little shy.

The audience almost fell into a sweet love atmosphere.

The distance between the two became shorter and shorter, and the breath between each other seemed to be clearly audible. Li Jingtian saw the bouquet of green roses covering most of the girl's face, and saw the girl's eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. It landed on the bowknot hairpin on top of her head, and he thought to himself, if he hugs later, his chin may just be on top of that hairpin.

"Thank you." He took the green rose handed by the girl, and responded with a bit of embarrassment, but before he had time to carefully observe the rose in his arms, he was hugged by the girl. As expected, his The chin was just touching the top of the girl's fluffy and soft hair, and the strong smell of refreshing lemon shampoo and roses mixed in the nostrils made one intoxicated.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden embrace of the two on the stage that there was commotion off the stage. In the crowd, his teenage fans started screaming, and the only way for girls to express their excitement was to scream.

He put his arms around the girl's back, and felt that the person in his arms suddenly stood on tiptoe, and a kiss with the scent of roses came lightly. He was a little surprised, but it was too late when he wanted to avoid it.

The next moment, he felt something was wrong on his neck. The girl's white fingers slipped from his neck. In a daze, he felt that he was pushed away by the girl, and he, a big man, was pushed a little unsteadily.

There was chaos under the stage, still screaming, but the emotion in the screaming changed.

It was no longer enthusiastic and excited, but terrified and helpless. Those voices were very shrill, as if a giant palm was stuck in those sweet throats, making the voice hoarse and frightening.

Is it the fear of death?

what happened?

Li Jingtian regained her senses and looked for the girl who presented flowers just now, but she only saw the girl jumping down from the back of the stage, her black hair drawing graceful arcs in the air, and then her figure disappeared into the safe passage.

His eyes looked back at the flourishing roses in his hands, and the other hand touched his neck, as if he had touched something wet and slippery, he wanted to open his mouth, but suddenly felt that there was no more spitting in his throat. It's half a syllable.

The microphone fell heavily to the ground.

There was a deafening roar from the stereo, and countless people on the scene covered their ears.

A drop of bright red blood dripped down his neck.