Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen felt that he was a bit out of control. This is not to say that he would make any violent or unusual behavior. He just felt that he was going crazy.

His eardrum was tingling, as if someone was knocking **** his temple with a shovel, so the distance from the temple to the ear was so irritating that he could not think, although he could see Xing Conglian's face, Seeing the pale face of the dynasty, and seeing everything in this studio, when things got out of control, these things seemed to lose any meaning, even the tortured prison he liked so much did not make any sense.

It seems like something has drained away all the happiness and joy in this world, and even the free breathing air has to be drained. The thick malice is covered like ink, and the smell is smelly ...

No, there is no air. Where can he smell these smells?

So the luckiest thing in this case is that he also knows that he is out of control, just as if you knew you were a mentally ill patient, then you are actually awake.

Lin Chen recovered quickly. He tried his best to restrain these emotions. Although no psychologist would agree with the idea of ​​suppressing emotions, he didn't have so much time to consider them now.

The original faded picture was gradually stained with some colors. The eyes of Xing Cong's straight nose and the more handsome face because of shaving his beard were shaved. Xing Conglian's palms covered his cheeks, his thumbs were tight Immediately behind his ears, Xun Lianlian was so close to him. Lin Chen even suspected that Xing Liangang had only called him for a long time, so now he will take such a slightly ambiguous posture to try to wake him up.

Lin Chen stepped back, wiped his tears with his fingertips, and said, "Sorry."

Xun Cong frowned, but his hand did not mean to let go.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen felt the rough cocoon on the abdomen of Zhirong Lian and the heat of his palm, but he didn't understand what was wrong with him, honestly, if someone in the world could not understand him sometimes, That must be Xing Conglian.

Sure enough, when he opened his mouth, Xun Conglian's face was so dull again that he wanted to drip. Xun Cong let go of his hand, returned to the speaker to turn off the music, and then turned to the other two people in the recording room and said, "Go out."

The dynasty was very clever at this time, and the young man didn't say a word. He dragged Lu Xu's head and didn't go back out, remembering to bring the door by the way.

After the sound of slamming the door closed.

Xing Cong pointed to the armchair next to the speaker and said to him, "Come, sit down."

Lin Chen looked at the dusty sofa and hesitated: "I'm not so vulnerable."

Xing Conglian stood there, ignored him, and the gloomy look seemed to be saying, "Come here, don't let me say it again."

Lin Chen thought about the possibility of saying this sentence from Lianlian Hui, so he walked very obediently. He also moved to the side to reveal half of the seat. However, Xinglian Lianlian Conglian didn't really sit down and chat with him. He looked at him with a condescending look and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

The same question, Xun Cong even asked him before ICU after witnessing Xu Ran's car accident. The tone at this time was even better than then.

And after asking this sentence, Xun Conglian added: "I don't want to hear you say slowly, or whatever scientific name you use to fool me, your current state is very bad."

Lin Chen bowed her head slightly, a little ashamed, and Xun Lian had a good insight. At this time, he was more like a psychologist than him.

He replied calmly: "It may be a panic attack, it should be the aftereffects of witnessing Xu Ran's car accident, which was triggered after moderate emotional trauma."

However, Xun Lian's eyes did not soften because of his answer. It seemed to be judging whether his situation and what he said were still concealed. After a while, he crouched down, flushed with his sight, and his face was cold. , There are deep worries in the look.

"Captain." Lin Chen leaned forward and shouted softly.

"Consultant Lin." Xun Conglian didn't show any signs of softening. "You have suffered too many traumas recently. Mental and healthy people are prone to problems in your position, so now please use your absolute Professional ability to make the most objective self-evaluation and tell me, can you still and still have the ability to persist? "

Lin Chen is grateful for such a tough and merciless tone, which made him understand that Xing Conglian regards him as a comrade-in-arms rather than a psychologically fragile object of protection. If this is the case, Xing Conglian will also use soft words to comfort him But that would make him ashamed.

But Lin Chen still asked: "What if I can't hold on?"

"It's up to me."

When Xing Conglian said "I will handle it", his eyes were cold, as if he did not have any emotions. Lin Chen did not even suspect that if he said "No", Xing Conglian would not hesitate to take out his mobile phone to send out any annihilation. Things like starships directly bombed Li Jingtian to the dregs. Of course, this is the plot of the dynasty's brain supplement, but the look of torture and congruence made Lin Chen very clear that he would really do a similar thing.

"The situation may be a little worse than I expected. The psychological trauma thing is really not the same as a stabbing trauma, but as long as the organization reimburses me for the psychological treatment costs after the case is closed, there should be no major problems." Lin Chen said.

Xing Lianlian was still staring at him, trying to distinguish the true and false from his eyes or expressions. Lin Chen did not dare to look away. In fact, he certainly did not dare to tell Xing Lianlian. Three-thirds of the patients with panic disorder were often afraid. More than one chance of suffering from major depression, although he is not so serious, but because humans know far less about physical and mental illness than those of obvious physical illnesses, even he cannot judge what his own problems will develop degree.

Xun Lian nodded, as if he accepted his explanation, and finally stood up and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Lin Chen felt the depression of the sofa.

If it was the case, then Xun Conglian would inevitably light a cigarette now, but this is the crime scene, so obviously he couldn't order: "Now tell me why you made that inference and what I need to do."

Lin Chen leaned on the sofa. Every trace of air here made him uncomfortable. He stabilized his breath, pointed to the instruments that the dynasty had just knocked over, and said, "First of all, I have seen Song Sheng's guitar and recording The state of the garbage in the room is completely different. With Song Sheng's serious attitude to musical instruments, those instruments are not like he used. "

"So you suspect it was used by Li Jingtian. He has come and used Song's recording studio?"

"It's just skeptical, but even if we detect Li Jingtian's fingerprints or DNA on it, it doesn't make any sense, and I hope we don't detect Song Shengsheng's blood on it."

Xun Lian nodded and said, "Continue."

"With Li Jingtian's extremely distorted attitude towards Song Shengsheng, he must do everything to humiliate Song Shengsheng. What could be more exciting than humiliating him in Song Shengsheng's most private and proud place?"

"right here?"

"Yeah." Lin Chen looked into the clean and tidy recording room, and he couldn't bear it. He hoped that the inference he made was his delusion, and Song Shengsheng hadn't actually experienced those at all. It was clean and tidy, and all microphones and instrument stands were moved aside, if I didn't guess wrong ... "

"The inside is clean and tidy because Li Jingtian often tortures Song Sheng in it."

Xing Conglian's voice also rarely trembled.

Lin Chen looked back, but couldn't stop thinking about what Song Shengsheng had experienced in that narrow house: "I know that such inferences are very wild, but I have seen the scene photos, and the brackets were placed before the police search, of course. It may also be that Song Shengsheng cleaned the day before ... "

When Lin Chen said this, he couldn't go on.

How he hoped it was precisely because Song Shengsheng was struggling to clean the recording studio the day before.

Xing Conglian said: "Li Jingtian recorded the whole process while torturing Song Shengsheng, and he also intercepted Song Shengsheng's screams and mixed it into his own record. CA Company realized this afterwards but could not find the master tape. Or were they afraid of the existence of a copy, so they sent Lu Xu and his brother to Song Shengsheng's house to take all the music from that period? "

"I'm afraid so." Lin Chen felt the eardrum tingling again, and the whole recording room seemed to be surrounded by Song Sheng's heartfelt cry for help. Although it was difficult, he had to finish these things. "Song Sheng is there The habit of recording music tapes at home, he may be alone when recording, so he will not press the pause button in time. Maybe when Li Jingtian arrives occasionally, he finds that Song Shengsheng is recording the song, so he rapes him on the spot, and those sounds are recorded. Li Jingtian took the tape, or ... "Lin Chen took a deep breath." Li Jingtian dragged Song Shengsheng's hair into the recording studio to torture him over and over again. He forced Song Shengsheng to shout out with the harshest voice And then record those sounds, he will show those screams of Song sounds to him again and again ... or even ... he will put those shouts and begs into his own album, and again and again to Song sound. "

"Yes, I understand." Xun Conglian said that he interrupted him very quickly. "Don't think about those pictures just to explain it to me."

Lin Chen knew that it was concerned, but he still said, "It's not that you don't see those pictures without thinking about them." He looked at the cold floor in the middle, and said, "If they have happened and really existed, then they have been It's all there. "

"Until the day when Shen Xue was wronged." Xing Conglian said.

"Yes, until Shenxue Zhaoxue." Lin Chen said calmly, "But I have no evidence, even if the screams in Li Jingtian's album are really mixed with the screams of Song sound as I guess, but those sounds may pass Tuning or some other mixing method has been processed, so it is difficult to identify as the sound of Song Shengsheng. Even if the identification is successful, Li Jingtian can easily infer that he did not know the source of those materials. "

"So the only evidence that Li Jingtian can never turn over is the complete original tape recorded when he raped Song Shengsheng." Xun Conglian said, "and that original tape is exactly what Mu Zhuo was worried that Li Jingtian did not destroy."

Finally, Lin Chen smiled coldly: "Yes, I suspect, CA company may not find the original tape in the end, and even if they find it, Li Jingtian must have a copy in his hand."

Xing Conglian looked at his watch and said, "Consultant Lin, we need to get it out of Li Jingtian within three and a half hours."

Lin Chen nodded: "Now we first need a voiceprint appraisal expert to confirm that there is indeed a voice of Song Shengsheng in Li Jingtian's album, but ..." Lin Chen was a bit worried, "The time is too short, and voiceprint identification is a very complicated process. , We may not even find such an expert in time. "

"Coincidentally, I know such a person, and he must have time." Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen wanted to ask who it was, but before he spoke, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.

The dynasty did not push in the door directly, but said anxiously across the door panel: "Boss, Li Jingtian has a press conference at the entrance of the embassy. Come and see!"

"I see." Xun Conglian said.

Lin Chen was shocked, couldn't help but stand up and walked to the door. At the moment he put his hand on the armrest, he felt his other hand was suddenly grabbed. Medium, hug tightly.