Criminal Psychology

【One】

Later, they bought crayfish and returned to this night market.

There was nothing left to buy and change clothes for the dynasty. It was originally possible to find a small supermarket to solve it, but Lin Chen was walking along the street and suddenly saw a small stall.

The stall owner was a young college student snoring. He listened to music on his mobile phone and seemed unwilling to do business. He was surrounded by two simple iron frames. There were two rows of odd clothing on the iron frame. Lin Chen glanced at his cell phone On the track, I found that he was listening to Song Shengsheng's early album.

It was probably the moment when I passed by, the young college student glanced at him, then held the cell phone, and stood up with excitement: "Lin ... Mr. Lin Chen?"

Lin Chen stopped. He was the first time he had been shouted and stopped by a passerby, and he was at a loss.

"I ... I like voice very much, I am his fan, thank you today ..." The little boy said with red eyes, "Although it is uncomfortable, I really thank you. "

Under the street lamp, the eyes of the young college student were reddish, and his expression was a little excited. At night, he wore the faint light of the street lamp, and behind him was the soot from the barbecue stall next door.

Lin Chen froze.

"That ... I didn't admit it?" The college student suddenly looked timid when he saw him.

Lin Chen thought for a while. He was really thanked in person for the first time. Looking at the young face of the student and the eyes full of hope, he felt that he should always say something, but could not say anything.

He suddenly thought of Song Shengsheng. The singer's face when he was young gradually coincided with the student. He suddenly wondered what he would say to him if he faced Song Sheng someday. If it was Song Shengsheng, maybe he would thank him. Singing for him, and blaming him for his nosy affairs, Song Shengsheng is such a strange alternative.

Finally, Xing Conglian put his hand on his shoulder to break the deadlock.

Xing Conglian greeted the student and said, "It's so late, still setting up a stall?"

"Yes, yes ... earn some tuition!" The student suddenly became excited again. "Do you want to buy any clothes? I will pick you up. Really ... I don't know what to say, am I particularly mentally disabled?" "

"No." Lin Chen turned around, embarrassed.

His action probably made the college student think he was going to pick clothes, so the excited voice of the boy kept ringing in his ears, "Do you buy men's clothes, my small commodity market has entered the summer, explosion models, especially good ..."

"Men's ... um ..." Lin Chen picked up a large pink t-shirt with a small strawberry pattern from a simple hanger. He thought about how the dynasty would wear this t-shirt, and then looked at Cunlian. Ask him, "Is it cute?"

"Lovely." Xing Conglian was satisfied.

Lin Chen nodded and took out his wallet to pay.

Then there was a round of tug-of-war that gave money but not money, and finally Cong Lianlian secretly stuffed the money into the student's pocket and solved the matter.

This is, of course, a very small episode. When we get back to the Express Hotel, it's past ten in the evening.

The dynasty had already taken a bath, wrapped in a thin quilt, and fell asleep in bed.

Xing Conglian stood by the bed, carrying a large basket of crayfish for take-out, and looked anxious to wake him up immediately.

Lin Chen grabbed him, put the strawberry t-shirt on the bed of the Dynasty, and said helplessly, "I was not tired yesterday, and I was really tired."

"What about the crayfish?" Xun Conglian was very impatient.

"I see you eat." Lin Chen said glanced at the pot full of peppers, and glanced at the knife wound in his hand.

But to appease Conglian, he asked with a smile: "Are you going downstairs to buy a beer?"

As a loyal fan of spicy crayfish, Xun Lianlian could not refuse this request at all.

On the window was a small sofa chair, and Xun Conglian put the crayfish on the coffee table, and then he seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned back to him and said, "It's late, consultant Lin can take a bath first."

Seeing that Cong Lianyou had to slap the crayfish by the window for one night, Lin Chen nodded and said yes.

It was just that he had n’t waited for him to change his clothes. Xunlian even turned his head and said, "Wait, the wound has to be protected from water. Would it be inconvenient for you to wash it by yourself?"

"Of course it is inconvenient." Lin Chen opened the bathroom door and heard that he had already entered the bathroom when he said so. He rarely wanted to tease Conglian, so he pointed out his head and responded, "The captain of the penalty team is going to help me wash ?"

"I'm willing to work for you." Punishment rose from continual desire.

"It's better to be together?" Lin Chen smiled at Xun Conglian, then turned around and locked the bathroom door.

By the time he was washed out, the prisoner had killed one third of the lobster.

It's clear that the Express Hotel cannot have the tall floor-to-ceiling windows like Cohen in May, and the floor they live in is also very low. There is no such magnificent feeling that the whole city is full of lights. But Lin Chen looked at the back of Xing Conglian sitting in a circle chair, one person, one wine, and a lobster. In the low light, Xing Conglian had a vicissitudes of feeling that he had done all his sails. At that time, Lin Chen suddenly thought, I do n’t know who can leave Sentenced from the heart of the company.

He wiped his wet hair with one hand and sat down beside Xunlian.

"A little inconvenient?" Xing Cong lied and asked him.

"Not so troublesome." Lin Chen glanced at the coffee table, where I don't know when there were more bottles of Yongchuan Chunsheng, wanting to come to probably Cong Lian really bought wine while he was taking a bath.

Xing Lian lowered the cup, went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came out, he took the towel directly in his hand and started to wipe his hair without looking at it. Xing Conglian's movements were gentle. Lin Chen could feel the strength of his hand holding the towel against his head, and his auricle was touched by Xing Lian's rough palm edge from time to time. Lin Chen felt that his ears were probably red. , But the dim window should be unclear.

"When you saw the student just now, did you regret doing the live broadcast?" Xing Conglian asked for a word with little reason.

Lin Chen looked at the reflection in the glass window, and said Cong Lian's thoughtful and peaceful face, and said honestly: "Yeah, I was thinking just now, if Song Shengsheng wanted not to be injustice Zhao Xue but to live in peace, would I But contrary to his wishes? "

"It's not something you can decide." Xun Conglian finished the wiping job and started to stack towels. "Similarly, it's not something he can decide."

Lin Chen shook his head, and the sentence made by Xun Conglian was really powerful and powerful, and it was indeed Xing Conglian.

Because Xun Lian easily resolved his knot, Lin Chen suddenly thought of another friend who always wanted to resolve his knot: "What about Su Fengzi?"

Speaking of which, Lin Chen realized that his cell phone hadn't been ringing all night, and it was difficult for Su Fengzi's temperament not to give him a phone call after a day of ridicule ...

"The god-man ..." Xun Conglian put the towel back to the bathroom, the sound gradually weakened, footsteps sounded, he went out of the bathroom again, stopped at the desk, Lin Chen heard the sound of the electric kettle, he turned back, I saw Xun Congzheng unpack the tea bag and put it in a porcelain cup.

He quickly made a cup of tea, then brought it to him, and said gently, "Jasmine tea will not sleep."

"Thank you."

Lin Chen raised the tea cup, the tea bag in the water floated slightly, and the fragrance was fragrant. It seemed that Xun Conglian was ready to let him continue to chat.

"It is said that the members of the Xinyi Embassy said that when they wanted to let go, the room was long empty." Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen's eyes widened, and it was unbelievable, but after thinking about it, such a thing as a ghost is really like Su Fengzi's style.

"You friend, it's incredible." Xun Lianlian picked up the crayfish again and began to peel it off.

Lin Chen would like to say that you are even more incredible than him, but of course such words can only be hidden in my heart.

"Fengzi, to be honest, I don't know exactly what he is doing." Lin Chen sighed on the tea soup, it is very ordinary jasmine tea, but probably because the prisoner was next to him, Lin Chen felt this. The cup of tea is sweeter than those you drank in the past. He said: "When we were in college, he often skipped classes, so that we sometimes said that his other identity was to save the world like Superman or Overwatch, anyway. Very mysterious. "

Xing Conglian thought for a moment and suddenly said, "It's funny."

After that, he told Xun Conglian something about Su Fengzi in college, so it was better to have an early rest, but they sat in the narrow window sofa of the express hotel, and he watched Xing Conglian carefully Eat crayfish and continue chatting.

Xing Conglian said something strange in the area, sometimes Lin Chen listened very carefully, sometimes he couldn't help but plug in a sentence or two, and then occasionally pulled some patients he had encountered. In short, men In the chat, I will definitely talk about those experiences that make me proud.

At that time, Lin Chen thought, this is actually very good, there is no need to change anything between him and Xun Conglian, he is very satisfied.

Well, if there were no Song Shengsheng, the time between him and Xing Conglian would have traveled for decades like this tonight.

Fortunately, there is a sound of Song in this world.

【two】

The next day, they were completely awakened by the sudden ringing of a cell phone ring from the company.

When he got up from bed in a confused way, Xun Conglian was soberly answering the phone.

"Jiang Chao?" Xun Conglian scratched his hair on the bed next door, his tone unexpected. .

"I don't come to Yongchuan if I rely on my old sentence, and you must make some big news!" Deputy Captain Jiang's loud voice came out through the handset.

Lin Chen covered her head, realizing that the caller was the deputy captain of the Interpol Police Team of the Second Bureau of Yongchuan, who was investigating with them in the collective suicide case. He sank and instantly woke up. Conglian.

"What's the matter, call me so early?" Xing Conglian asked seriously.

"Counselor Lin is also here. The group case we investigated last time has progressed in stages. I want to talk to you a bit. It doesn't look like you were so busy yesterday. I'm sorry to disturb you. Are you free in the morning?"

The room was too quiet, and he and Xun Cong even stayed close to each other's bed, so Lin Chao could hear every word clearly.

Lin Chen nodded.

Xing Conglian asked: "Where are you?"

"You are downstairs."

Deputy Captain Jiang said for granted.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, and the dynasty completely seemed to not hear the phone and still slept soundly.

The quality of sleep of the young people is really good enough to make people angry. Lin Xing straightly got up, soaked the jacket that the dynasty changed yesterday into the pool. For Lin Conglian's practice of not leaving the back road, Lin Chen can only Express appreciation.

Although I only slept for 6 hours, it is always good for someone to have breakfast.

Jiang Chao sent them a positioning and waited for them at a beef fan soup restaurant near the Express Hotel.

As soon as they entered the door, the enthusiastic captain Jiang patted the table and said, "This beef fan soup is very good. Yongchuan has a long-established reputation. I just ordered a bowl for you, but I can add it, I ask."

Lin Chen opened the chair and sat down. Xun Conglian whispered to him, "Is this shop near our house?"

Lin Chen looked at the shop name on the menu and decided not to tell Jiang Chao that this old Yongchuan brand is actually a very common national chain store.

The waiter brought three large bowls of beef vermicelli soup, clear broth with red meat, green coriander garnish, tortured open double bamboo chopsticks, carefully picked out the wooden thorns on it, handed them over, and then asked Jiang Chao: . "

Lin Chen held bamboo chopsticks. Xun Lian always reflected the careless side in very careless details, which is really an excellent model for a good lover.

"I didn't catch the ambassador behind the scenes." Jiang Chao swallowed and said depressedly.

"How?" Although the police in the two places had also communicated the progress of the case, Lin Chen did not know that Jiang Chao had actually arrested the master behind the scenes in the recent period. What made him unexpected was that Jiang Chao The gradual progress in the mouth is such a depressing thing.

"Hey, consultant Lin, you also know that the kids were brainwashed very thoroughly, so the interrogation process was very very troublesome. Later, if you did n’t ask a few psychology professors from Yongchuan University for help, we can ask the real Something of value comes. "

"Well, go on."

"According to some students' confessions, we confirmed that the main messenger behind the scenes was a middle-aged man in their 40s who became 'Mr. Beauty'."

"Mr. Beauty?" Lin Chen stopped chopsticks and interrupted Jiang Chao.

"Right, is this name particularly sick, like an islander, but it should not be a name but a code."

"Liangchen is beautiful." Xun Conglian suddenly said, "There is culture."

"Ah, you let me continue saying you don't interrupt." Jiang Chao waved.

Xun Lian shook his head helplessly and continued to bow down to drink soup.

Jiang Chao said: "Then our technician drew a picture of that Mr. Meijing according to the description of the student. The wanted order is basically posted all over the city. Just four days ago, the cable reported that someone saw him in a new village in Honghu District. After that 'Mr. Beauty', the people in our bureau went to squat a bit, and decided to carry out the arrest operation yesterday, and then ... threw a shot. "Jiang Chao said and took the chopsticks.

I heard that Jiang Chao said that Lin Chen ’s psychology had a very subtle sense of fear, a mysterious Mr. Jingmei, and Song Shengsheng had heard all the news for more than a year. Could the two be the same person?

However, around 40 years old, it seems that he is not quite the same age as Song Shengsheng ...

Thinking of this, Lin Chen took a deep breath, Xing Conglian even stopped moving, frowning at him, obviously Xing Lianlian thought of him again.

Lin Chen said to Jiang Chao, "Can you show me the portrait of Mr. Meijing?"

"What does it mean? Can I show you a picture?"

Jiang Chao said, taking a wanted order out of the information bag.

Lin Chen opened it, looking at the sketch head on the white paper, he was relieved, and then felt that his nervousness was just an occupational disease of no origin.

If Song Shengsheng was Mr. Meijing, Jiang Chao would have responded long ago, how could he come to inform them now.

He looked at the middle-aged man on the white paper, only to think that Mr. Meijing, who had committed the heinous crime, should be like this.

Middle-aged man wears this checkerboard scarf with black-framed glasses around his neck. He looks plain and unpretentious, but when combined, he has a special charm, full of bookishness and the wisdom of age.

He is gentle and can give you intelligent guidance. Whether a boy or a girl, he may have hoped in his sleep that his father is like this; he will hold the child on his knees and tell a fairy tale in a vivid and gentle tone; also He will take you to the suburbs and explain wild animals and plants; he knows everything, but never shows off, not as perfect as ordinary people.

In short, it is probably only this kind of person that will have an attractive charm that allows him to set aside life and death for him.

Lin Chen looked back and handed the paper to Xing Conglian.

Xun Conglian glanced at him, unconsciously stacking up the wanted order and tucked it under the soup bowl, as if it were just an ordinary criminal.

"Do you know the real name of Mr. Meijing?" Xun Conglian asked.

"Old sentence, if I still have an idea now, can I come to consult with Lin!" Jiang Chao changed a flattering tone. "I'm so ruthless, I don't know anything, that Mr. Beauty is like a ghost."

"Since you are in Xincun, you should leave your fingerprints. Have you done fingerprint verification, and there is no record in the information database?"

"No!"

"Oh, that's really a ghost, that's fine." Xun Cong even said, and continued to drink soup. "Don't be too anxious, you can always catch it."

"Ah, consultant Lin, if you look at him like this, there is no friendship between colleagues." Jiang Chao muttered dissatisfied.

Lin Chen groaned for a moment and said seriously, "But with a portrait, I have no better way."

"You can't dig another hole for him and hang him to death, just like you did with Li Jingtian?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "It's too risky. At first glance, Mr. Mei Jing is a cautious, cunning, and clever criminal. He is far more dangerous than Li Jingtian." Lin Chen solemnly said to Jiang Chao, "You must be careful, you can't It was so reckless last time. "

"I know, but even if I die, I have to catch someone." Jiang Chao said indifferently.

If you have to divide by temperament type, Jiang Chao is a typical bloody, lively and enthusiastic, but it is easy to take care of it, Lin Chen took a deep look at him, I do not know what to say, and finally had to slap the prisoner Conglian.

Xing Conglian knew, separated the chopsticks on the bowl, and said to Jiang Chao, "Jiang Chao ..."

"Why?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Of course not afraid."

"Then if the colleagues around you died because of your recklessness, wouldn't you be afraid?"

The punishment was very serious, even majestic, and the temperature in the small shop dropped.

Jiang Chao only looked at him and became very timid.

"The next time you are not allowed to act without permission. If there is any problem, please inform me and consultant Lin first." He said with a firm hammer.

Sometimes, Lin Chen felt that Jiang Chao was like an older version of the dynasty, but unfortunately, the dynasty was a child with a large hand by Xun Lian, and Jiang Chao obviously did not have such good luck.

The beef vermicelli soup was eaten very quickly. After Xunlian Lian said so, Jiang Chao didn't dare to refute it, but because of the silence, a good breakfast became boring.

Jiang Chao thanked them and left in a hurry.

They walked back to the hotel room. After opening the room, the dynasty actually woke up.

The young man was holding the little strawberry t-shirt in his hands, his upper body was bare, and the TV did not know when it was turned on.

He looked at the picture on the TV with demented eyes, then turned his head quietly and said to them, "Ah ... Achen Boss ... Song Shengsheng found it."