[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

There are many things, as long as we fall into blindness and lack of self-consciousness about them, they may become our burdens and become our burdens.

——Mao Zedong

"What's the matter?" Staff Officer Chen, who was studying four or five emergency plans in the office after receiving a temporary emergency call, asked in a deep voice, "What can I do for you?"

"That's it," the recorder on the other end of the phone recounted what happened just now from the beginning to the end. Seeing that the other party still had time to explain the ins and outs of the incident in an orderly manner, Staff Officer Chen slowly let go of his tense heart, and soon understood the other party's The question I wanted to tell, I pressed my forehead with a headache, "Psychology, although it's not a big deal now, it can't be ignored, you're right..."

Psychology is one of the necessary skills for a staff officer. He has also studied for a master's degree in psychology. Although it is only a theory, it is enough to help him understand Mo Xian's current psychological state. In his opinion, Mo Xian is in Holmes. It is cruel to realize the flaws in her character under the reminder of her. Yes, she has always thought that indifference is just a small trouble of her own. She never thought that she would become a cold-blooded killer. After sending a driver on the road, she More and more realize that killing may not be a big deal to her.

But she is also afraid of this kind of herself. After seeing the fate of the high-functioning anti-social Miss Jones, she wants to blend in with the ordinary people. No ordinary person could do better than her in an emergency on a bus, but she got into a dead end and decided that if she did something, the man wouldn't die.

Staff Officer Chen has studied Freud's structural theory and various cases from ancient times to the present. Those who want to use the "superego" to defeat the "id" and all those who are against their own nature, almost none of them can achieve their wish, or give up halfway. Either they are pessimistic and negative and suffer from depression, or they achieve superego achievement obsessive-compulsive disorder. Although Mo Xian is still far away from these endings, they can't let them go.

"Hey, Professor Yang, yes, it's me, yes, I have a problem, can I trouble you to come over here?" After all, his forte is not psychology, and it is more reliable to consult professionals engaged in research and consulting.

When several psychologists and psychological counselors arrived at the institute, Mo Xian on the other side also arrived at the Letterman Group after changing buses.

"Hey, Mo!" When Mo Xian walked through the corridor to the training room familiarly, Letterman suddenly came out from the office behind her and stopped her, "Have you completed the micro-expression training?"

"Yes," Mo Xian turned around, quickly calmed down and replied, "Do you want to have a test?"

"Of course," Letterman looked at her face inquiringly, walked ahead swaggeringly, and motioned for her to follow, "we don't hire you because we want you to spend the entire internship period in the training room."

Still in the dark, large room full of instruments and equipment, Letterman operated a few times on the silver instrument she was training, called out the micro-expression training, adjusted the speed to one-fifth of a second, and then moved to the side He took a step and patted the instrument with his left hand, "showme (show me)."

Mo Xian touched the "Start" button on the screen, and the woman's face on the left of the screen changed rapidly, but from the eyes of Mo Xian, who was wearing the observation fragment, her nose slowly wrinkled together and her upper lip raised, obviously ——"Disgust," Mo Xian didn't stare at the screen, but touched and released people's faces like Sherlock Holmes, which made Letterman's fingers tap on the instrument, "In order not to miss any expression, we You need to keep your eyes on people's faces all the time, why didn't you just do that?"

"Maybe it's because there are other things that can help me confirm my judgment?" Mo Xian came to his senses after he reminded him, "I don't know, maybe it's because I don't want to alert others, you know that in Huaguo, staring at others is impolite."

"It's dangerous," Letterman knew her judgment was right without looking at the "disgust" that appeared below the face on the left screen, "The expression is fleeting, if you want to know which sentence someone said to you If you don’t understand emotions, you have to watch them all the time, face, body language, we all need it, OK?”

"I see," Mo Xian nodded.

As if he never thought that she would be so easily persuaded, Letterman looked at her several times in surprise, "Why didn't you refute me?"

"What?" Mo Xian was dazed by him, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Why did you feel ashamed when you saw me just now?" Letterman thoughtfully changed the subject, "What happened before you came to the company?"

Since her immediate superior asked, she recounted what happened on the bus, "...That's it, if I could have done something..."

"What can you do?" Letterman grinned and sneered, "Tell me, do you think you are the savior? Who do you think you are? God?"

Mo Xian, who was caught off guard by life's attack, said, "That's not what I meant."

"No, the fact is, that's what you mean," Letterman patted the instrument, "I once took a commission to protect the Korean ambassador at the wedding, and all our research members were at the wedding banquet, but the ambassador's son still suffered The attack happened, the four of us did our best, and the shooting still happened, who gave you the courage to make you think, oh, if I was here, nothing would have happened, you think you are stronger than the four of us combined ?”

"Of course not!" Mo Xian laughed angrily, "There is a problem with your logic!"

"It's all the same thing," Letterman said casually, leaning on the instrument on his elbow, "You really should meet Torres, she is a genius at reading emoticons, but she never thought that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility Bullshit, believe it or not, if you stood up on the bus, there would be more than one corpse on it.”

"Don't look at me like that, Think!" He waved his hand in front of Mo Xian who was glaring at him, "Think about it, isn't that so?"

Mo Xian withdrew her gaze reluctantly, recalling the situation at that time according to his logic, her feverish head cooled down, and she had to admit, "Yes."

"Isn't that enough?" He shrugged, and turned his gaze to the equipment that had been doing micro-expression training just now, "Now, yo, your control of micro-expressions is not bad," he stretched out his long hand, at the same speed The grid doubled, "Try again."

Mo Xian naturally shifted her attention, staring at the faces on the screen, she didn't notice that Letterman tapped his fingers again.

"It seems that she doesn't need us anymore." Looking at the screen, several psychologists and well-known psychological counselors who came in a hurry said with a helpless smile, "This Dr. Letterman has already taken care of everything, although The way of speaking is not so... soft, but the effect is obvious. We can't do better than him."

"And I think the barrage speech needs to be properly guided and controlled," the psychologist sensitively found another loophole, "think about another possibility. After the case happened, if the barrage accused her of being wrong, the broadcast The Lord and the rebellious psychology will not have this kind of thinking.”

"No," another consultant immediately retorted, "Guiding people's hearts is easy to make mistakes. I think it's better to let nature take its course and solve problems when they are exposed, rather than hiding everything under the water."

Several psychologists are still arguing endlessly, while Staff Officer Chen on one side has already made a final decision, "Before the instructions from above are issued, we can only play the role of solving problems. The existence of the broadcaster itself is a valuable asset. What we have to do now is to make her live happily and happily."

"I also hope," his warning eyes swept over several psychologists and psychological counselors one by one, "that everyone can unite closely around the Party Central Committee, conscientiously implement the Party's leadership, and always maintain a high level with the Party in terms of thinking and action." Unanimous, do your best for the work of the party. You say, don’t you?”

With such a threat from him, even if there are any small thoughts that cannot be seen by others, everyone has to carefully hide them, "Yes, yes, we must be based on our duties, be cautious, and make greater contributions to the broadcaster's live broadcasting career and mental health. Contribution. "Mo Xian, who had no idea that he was walking around the cliff led by psychology, tried his best to pass Letterman's double-speed test, allowing her to appreciate his surprised face," Gillian Tell me you couldn't even tell the difference between disgust and fear on your first test."

"It's disgust and anger," Mo Xian said with a smile, "Although I'm not a genius at reading emoticons," her smile became brighter, "but hard work can make up for weakness, right? Dr. Letterman."

"You're angry," Letterman laughed, looking at her face for a few seconds. "What are you angry about? I compared you with Torres? Comeon, little girl, do you need some candy?"

Letterman is proficient in all the skills that make others hate, Mo Xian confirmed this again.

"No, thank you," Mo Xian's smile collapsed, and she adjusted the speed to three times the speed - this is the speed that Letterman and Jillian trained, and despite the addition of observation fragments, she still made two mistakes.

"It's actually pretty good," Letterman came to comfort her after laughing, "I have a daughter who is about your age, but she can't even tell the difference between being happy and being sad."

Mo Xian stared at him closely: "You are lying."

"Yes, I was lying," Letterman shrugged.

Mo Xian: ... I'm so angry that I don't want to keep smiling at all.

"You are here," Gillian hurried into the training room, shaking a file in her hand, "We have a commission, Letterman."

"Whose?" Letterman motioned for Mo Xian to follow, and they walked through the corridor into Gillian's office.

"BAU," Gillian said grimly.