Brain Science Event Book

Pulling back her long skirt, Tang Yingli stepped into the passenger seat wearing high heels.

"What happened?" Jing Lin couldn't help asking curiously.

"Drive first, let's talk as we go!" She buckled up her seat belt and suddenly covered her lips and shouted, "Ah!"

Jinglin slammed on the brakes, "What's wrong!"

"Do you need to buy lunch first?"

She blushed instantly! "I won't pass out again!"

Tang Yingli smiled teasingly, "Then let's go!"

The laptop was unlocked, and the most important information I got was that Chomsky seemed to be targeted by someone in Taiwan—or an organization.

"Organization?" Jing Lin frowned suspiciously.

"Well, it was mostly temptation and persuasion at first, but words like coercion began to appear in several letters recently." This must have made Chomsky feel stressed.

"Criminal group...but why are you coercing a scholar?"

"He is not an ordinary scholar." Tang Yingli crossed his arms, "He is a leader in criminal psychology research and a pioneer in using brain imaging to find criminals' brain activities; part of the reason why I became an intern detective is also Thanks to the professor's research results."

"Bless him?"

"Well, I've read almost all the papers he published; in short, the bureau is interested in my academic experience and my ability to interpret the brain data of criminals."

"Then can he use criminal profiling to handle cases like you?"

"I don't think so." After all, this technique is part of the detective's training, "but his reputation has obviously aroused someone's high interest. Maybe someone intends to obtain his research results to improve criminal methods."

Now that Chomsky's research results have actually become a method of handling cases, why not grasp its core concepts directly?Even using this to make him his own?

"Will he?" Jing Lin speeded through an intersection, "I mean, will he be absorbed by that organization?"

"Before today, I would say 'impossible'; but after the incident, I am very worried about this possibility!" Tang Yingli pushed his glasses, "A person can do anything to survive!"

Ten minutes later, Jing Lin drove the car to the gate of the hotel.

"Go straight to Ms. Mueller's room and check the status of the investigation!"

"how about you?"

She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and said, "I'm going to meet my instructor."

Needless to say, Jinglin understood that she intended to have a private meeting with Miller; indeed, the occasion itself could not help.

"Okay, let's go our separate ways."

After parking the car, Jing Lin hurried up to the sixth floor.

"...Well, the teacher went to meet her advisor." She reported the situation to Fang Zijun.

"Probably to ask about the professor's daily behavior?" Fang Zijun pondered, "Ah Gui also dug up some letters that he agreed to meet with the psychiatrist, but they didn't detail the condition of the disease. 』I have to say that their protection of patients' privacy is indeed thorough.

"Well, this professor should indeed be treated!" This is the truth.

"But it's true that T is big!How dare you invite a mentally unstable person to give a speech? 』

She laughed dryly, "Maybe the school didn't know he was so sick?"

Putting on the gloves, Jing Lin crossed the cordon, greeted the police at the scene and began to search for evidence.

Meta.Mueller's room is Room 614, which is next door to Chomsky. Personal items such as suitcases can be easily found in lockers and wardrobes; there are also toiletries left in the bathroom.According to the school, they stayed here the day before the incident, that is, they only stayed here for one night.

No sign of any use in the shower?Jinglin rummaged through the drains and trash cans, but they were all clean.

"The hotel staff...has it been cleaned?"

"What are you talking about, Xiao Zhou?" The investigating policeman said with a smile, "Since the incident occurred in the morning, it has been blocked until now."

She glanced at the washstand, her personal toothbrush was still steamed. "I'm just asking."

When I came to the inside of the room, the quilt was obviously turned over; the mobile phone was placed on the table.

"After brushing your teeth in the morning, go to the next room to call for someone..." Probably because I expected to return soon, it made sense that I didn't bring my mobile phone with me.

But what do you think is weird?

Staring at the quilt, she tapped her lips with her index finger, and found that she subconsciously imitated Tang Yingli's movements when she was thinking, so she quickly let go.

The curtains were pulled back a little.The rain became heavier again, and she approached the window next to Room 613, and when she reached out to open the window lock, she accidentally missed it.

"Huh? No lock..."

She quickly ran to room 613; the originally open window had been closed, she ran to the other side - the window next to room 614, and opened the curtains forcefully!

The investigating police were taken aback by her! "Xiao Zhou! What are you doing?"

She stared at the lock, then pulled it open and examined the gutter carefully.

"So..." She opened her eyes wide and smiled as if she had found a treasure, "So it's here!"

*

Compared with the wet and cold outside, the interior filled with coffee aroma is obviously much more comfortable and pleasant.

"I've known Andrews since; we both got scholarships to Dartmouth College, and he's huge, six-foot-four, 220 pounds, a monster on the football field! Nowhere cannot!"

Think back to your youth, George.Miller was eloquent, and he reached out to the table, "Huh? No sugar?"

"There's no sugar cubes here, just use this." Tang Yingli handed out a long stick of fine granulated sugar.

"Thank you!" He stirred the coffee, and when he looked up, she had already drunk it. "You still don't drink coffee with sugar!"

"For us, no sugar is black coffee."

She and Miller met at a coffee shop; coffee effectively brought them closer together, and it also allowed them to relax a bit.

However, when talking about the old friend involved in the case, Miller still couldn't believe it, "...we all hunted together. The whole buckskin was peeled off with a knife..." He shook his head, "Why Mehta! There's no way he would do such a thing...something must have gone wrong!"

"I contacted the family doctor, but he refused to respond to the condition, so I had to call his wife."

Elena.Chomsky, his first spouse. "What did Elena say?"

Taking a sip of coffee, Tang Yingli said, "Madam's statement is similar to yours. His behavior is out of order and out of control...I heard that he suffers from tinnitus, and the symptoms are getting worse?"

"Well, he did an examination, but found no abnormalities." Miller frowned, "I wonder if there are other hidden symptoms in the brain? At present, MRI or brain imaging can do too much!"

So is it a psychological problem?She held her chin, "Teacher, have you ever heard a professor complain about being stalked or harassed by someone?"

"Harassment? Hmm... I don't have a special impression!"

She pressed, "Didn't you mention that you received a strange email?"

"no, what happened?"

"It's like this. We unlocked the professor's computer, and found that the screen stayed on the mailbox page, and found several strange messages inside; the content showed that someone was paying attention to the professor's whereabouts, and even followed him to Taiwan. I think this must have troubled him."

"Really? He didn't mention it!" Miller looked surprised. "Ah! However, when he went to the bar yesterday, he was very concerned about the movement around him all night... I don't know if it has something to do with it?"

Tang Yingli intuitively recalled the photo that was included in the letter; Chomsky and Mueller were sitting at the bar talking and laughing, at least at the moment of shooting, it was not obvious that he had any vigilance.

"About him and Ms. Muller, what does the teacher know about ... between them?"

Miller narrated that Mueller had excellent grades and came to Chomsky as an assistant researcher after obtaining a Ph.D. from Caltech; she was young and energetic in her 40s, and Chomsky relied heavily on her.Both academically and emotionally.

"Compared to being close to Elena, he is very close to Mehta, and even asked her to follow us to the riverside cabin for hunting!"

"What's your impression of her?"

"To be honest, I couldn't understand Andrew's extramarital affairs at first; but after I actually got in touch with Mehta, I completely changed. She is a very smart and caring person." Miller said lightly, "Charlotte, what are you doing? See? Andrew really killed..."

"It's very likely!" Putting down the empty coffee cup, she folded her hands. "There are two major doubts in front of me. First, how did the professor mistook Ms. Muller for someone else? Second, did he run away or was he killed?" His follower was kidnapped?"

"His family physician won't share any details?" She nodded. "Damn nondisclosure! But it's a fact that he's continuing to receive treatment."

"Having said that, I didn't find any medication in the briefcase." Except for the suspicious can of aspirin.Tang Yingli pondered, "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless he is receiving purely psychological counseling."

If Chomsky suffers from comprehensive delusional disorder, he may have suffered from the so-called "Capgras Syndrome", which is a psychological state in which patients tend to mistake close people for strangers impersonating or pretending.The reason may be that the connection between the temporal lobe and the amygdala is abnormal, which makes the patient unable to produce normal emotional responses.

"I would like to ask the teacher one more thing, the professor, has he ever misidentified an acquaintance as a stranger? Or called someone a fake in disguise?"

Miller considered it for a moment. "There is no such thing; at most, there are occasional out-of-sequences."

Put your index finger against your glasses, "Hmm... I see."

"Speaking of which, you really started to assist the police in handling cases!" Miller looked at her differently, "When you participated in the detective training, our jaws almost fell to the ground, what does this mean to you? Does it have any special meaning?"

"Does the teacher ask to become a detective or to assist the police in handling cases?"

"All of them!"

"It's nothing special!" She smiled shyly. "I'm just inspired by Professor Chomsky! As you know, teacher, I admire his theory very much."

"I know! I once complained to him that he stole the heart of one of my outstanding students!" Miller pretended to be serious, and then said with a smile: "After all, you are also an example, right? It proves the day after tomorrow Upbringing is as important as heredity."

She closed her eyes and smiled sweetly. "yes."

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These two days the weather has returned to the hot weather before QQ

The writing of the story is at the end of this case. In fact, I still deal with the details of the case very carefully. I am afraid that there will be problems in any part. After all, the whole process of the case was a little careful, and the corresponding clues were revealed in the narrative. .

I recently lost my mind and bought the amiibo of Zelda's Breath of the Wild first, and then I have to buy the DLC download package!In addition to destroying life, even purses are at the level of destruction XDD

When I have time, I will share the hand-chopping (?) record XD