Criminal Psychology

On television, the reporter is interviewing a resident.

That was a pale-haired old lady wearing a red armband. The old lady was very excited and told reporters, "Oh, I just watched TV yesterday, did n’t you all call for that big star. I look at me. I think, what you said is so familiar, I ’m familiar with it! I think I ’ve seen it before, and I think about it, guess what happened later, before I went to bed, the old man told me to eat in the morning Anytime, I suddenly knew where I had met the big star you were looking for. "

After the old man spoke, he started to walk, and the reporter asked her a dozen questions.

The camera follows the old man's steps, sweeping through a pink wall with tiles, with blue bricks and stone bridges, and a green river beside the road. The bricks and tiles appearing on TV make Lin Chen feel familiar.

Like the dynasty, he turned his head blankly and looked at Xun Conglian, speechless for a long time.

Because the alley the old man was walking through was called Yanjia Alley, he would walk through it every day.

Song Shengsheng has always lived close to them?

How is this possible ...

The old lady walked along the river for a while, turned left, and entered another alley. Finally, he stopped at the gate of a pie dough stick shop in Mentinguo City.

The camera lens moved to the signboard of this breakfast shop. Lin Chen was shocked again and almost forgot to breathe. He clearly remembered that the day before, the day of the accident at Ansheng International Mall, he and Xun Conglian had returned to this shop.

They sat opposite each other and had a breakfast in the restaurant, which was full of smoke.

The cameraman patted the steaming churros and snow-white soy milk, and finally pointed the camera at the shop owner.

There were so many people around the door, and there were people holding microphones and cameras. The boss was very surprised and surprised: "What's wrong, my old Chen's pancake fritters finally made a name?"

"Boss Chen, where is the little kneading worker in your family who hasn't been able to come out after cooking?" The old lady asked mysteriously.

As soon as the old woman said this, Lin Chen almost bit himself. He finally remembered why he felt Song sounded familiar.

He really should have seen Song Shengsheng. The old lady was right, that is, the chef of the pastry shop, where there was a kneading worker who never spoke.

Sometimes, the boss Chen has insufficient dough and is too busy to take off, he will shout, the chef will come out personally, the person will put down the dough, and then head down and walk back to the kitchen ...

The face of the kneading worker gradually overlapped with the pictures of Song Shengsheng after his release from prison.

Lin Chen thought that in the bustling shophouse, he must have had the opportunity to pass by once or twice with Song Shengsheng, maybe Song Shengsheng gave him a glance, maybe he looked at Song Shengsheng, why did n’t he remember it earlier How about this?

But is that really Song Shengsheng?

Without the rivets and mavericks all over his body, the kneader's face was dull and his skin was cracked. He was like the busiest little worker at the bottom of the city, except he was older than those people. There was no trace from the head to the foot.

Lin Chen really conceived a lot of Song Shengsheng's appearance now, and he even preferred Song Shengsheng to become a crazy executioner like Li Jingtian's revenge, instead of Song Jingsheng becoming like this, ordinary, cringe, nothing **** off……

Will the once proud soul be thrown into hell, will it become humble and unrecognizable?

Lin Chen covered her face with both hands, extremely uncomfortable.

He felt his shoulder sinking, and Xun Lianlian didn't know when to put his hand on his shoulder. He looked up, and Xun Lian pressed and pressed his shoulder, as if reassuring.

Xing Conglian looked at him, but said to the dynasty, "Dynasty, immediately find out Boss Chen's phone."

The young man was naked, nodded, and rushed to the desk to open the laptop: "Brother Achen, do you know the full name of Boss Chen?"

"I don't know," Lin Chen thought for a moment, and said, "This bakery must have the Bureau of Industry and Commerce and the Bureau of Health for the record. You can look it up."

During the live TV broadcast, the boss Ma Liu took the banknotes. When he was looking for change, he wanted to answer the old lady's question just now: "You say he's gone."

"What, people gone?" The reporter asked loudly, "Are you sure, when did you leave?"

"It's gone. It was off work yesterday. What's wrong? This is, the TV show tracing program?" The boss wiped his hand on the apron, so he asked unknown.

"Lao Chen, you haven't watched the news yesterday, what a big thing!" The old woman shouted with a throaty voice, a look of hatred and iron.

"My TV grandson is watching the bears all day long. What news can I watch?" The boss lowered his head and continued to roll out.

The old lady repeatedly patted the boss's arm: "That's Song Shengsheng !!! I used to be a famous celebrity. Did you look at the ID card when you used it? Is he called that name?

Boss Chen laughed aloud: "What big star, how can we Aguan be a star, you have not seen Aguan ..."

After hearing what the boss said, the reporter was a little disappointed: "Really, is he called Aguan? But why did he leave yesterday after work? Do you know the details?"

"Well." The boss stopped suddenly and looked at the reporter with some doubts. "He said he was called Aguan, but speaking ... he was really anxious yesterday. I said he didn't have to pay him. Then, after I chased out, he actually got on a big car ... "

After hearing this, the reporter's eyes brightened again, and he was excited again: "You have really seen his ID card. Isn't he really Song Shengsheng?"

Boss Chen smashed his mouth and waved his hand: "Our shop is so troublesome, it ’s good to be honest. He has been working for three months with me. He ’s really honest. What ’s on TV? What a star looks like. "

"That is, you don't know who he is?"

"Of course I know, he is Ah Guan!"

The reporter then turned to the live camera and said with great excitement: "Dear audience friends, Mr. Song Shengsheng's trail is becoming more and more confusing, whether the bakery is the former song king, please lock Hongjing TV, we will take you through track."

The boss was confused, he grabbed his face, and then put it in the camera, and suddenly said, "Oh yes, the guy who runs the big run has left me a phone call, do you want it?"

"Yes! Thank you!" The reporter was almost grateful in front of the TV because of the upcoming exclusive.

At the same time, the dynasty shouted in front of the computer: "Boss, found it!"

"Call." Xing Conglian said one word at a time.

The dynasty hurriedly called the phone. In the live news broadcast, the boss was weirdly pulling out a note from his trouser pocket, and the bell rang later. He first passed the note to the reporter and then answered the phone.

"Hello Boss Chen, I am the captain of the Hongjing police team. My name is Xun Conglian. Please take back the note and stop revealing any content to the reporter. Our colleague will pick you up at the police station to tell you what happened. Don't worry, just ask routinely. "

In the picture, the reporter has opened the note.

Boss Chen heard that he quickly reached out and snatched the note back, as if it was an absurd comedy, he said to Xun Conglian in front of the camera, "Captain Penalty, I snatched the paper back. You can rest assured, except the police who Don't give it! "

"Thank you, and also, please send me the paper phone as soon as possible."

After the sentence Cong Lian had finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and also pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. There was a soup bowl on the paper, which was exactly the wanted order he had placed under the bowl. He slowly opened the wanted order, and the strange Mr. Beauty, smiling at them in the painting.

Lin Chen's brow froze. Someone drove the sound of Song Sheng in a Mercedes-Benz. Who was that man, and it must not be the dreadful Mr. Beauty.

Xun Lian turned his head to look at him and asked: Wouldn't you worry about the same thing as me? "

Lin Chen could only nod.

...

Song Shengsheng is working in a bakery where they occasionally go to breakfast. This is almost an incredible coincidence, but if this is not a coincidence, then the matter has already begun to approach the scope of thrillers, and Lin Chen did not even dare to do anything about it. Speculate.

They packed up very quickly. Xing Conglian and the dynasty stuffed everything into their backpacks at a speed of marching. During the time of packing, Xing Lianlian's phone had not been interrupted. He kept arranging to Hongjing's colleagues. The task was to send someone to pick up Boss Chen at Yanjiaxiang, and then to the colleague on the phone, "Take the person from the forensics department to the cake shop to see if there is any fingerprint left by Aguan, and check it. . Also, I have a picture here. When you see Boss Chen next time, you will recognize it and see if it is the one who picked up the sound of Song. "

He finished talking, hung up the phone again, took a picture of the wanted order, and passed it on again.

After all this was done, the sentence started to ring even with the ringtone of the mobile phone text message. He opened the message. The 13-digit phone number above was sent by the owner of the previous bakery.

"Advisor Lin thinks, shall we make this call right away?" Xing Lianlian looked at the number and asked him.

Lin Chen was lost in thought. This is really a difficult problem to judge, so Rao is even hesitant to punish.

Judging from the other party's move to leave the phone, the other party obviously hopes that they can contact him, but this shows from the other side that although the other party may have taken Song Shengsheng, they are not afraid of knowing it, and Song Shengsheng also volunteered to talk to the other Go, this should not be a kidnapping, so why is all this happening?

"Advisor Lin."

Xing Conglian called him again.

Lin Chen thought for a while, or said, "In any case, the reporter has already seen the phone number. He may have already been contacted by the phone call now, so let's wait and see."

Xun Lian nodded his head, seeming to recognize his judgment.

Soon they again took the torture from Lien's jeep and hurried to Hongjing.

Lin Chen sat on the back seat with the dynasty. He could not care about the cute pink strawberry t-shirt that the young man put on his body.

The vehicle started, and the dynasty's hands were on the keyboard, but for a while he didn't know what to do.

"Brother Achen, I ... what should I check?"

Lin Chen pinched the bridge of his nose and said to the dynasty: "Look at the situation on the Internet first, and then search for the surrounding monitors. Try to see if the Aguan of the bakery is the song we are looking for?"

Xun Lian tuned the car radio channel to Hongjing Broadcasting, and the host's magnetic soft voice flowed out. He said with some excitement: "The news about the song of the former song king Song Sheng has touched the hearts of our hundreds of millions of fans. Just now, our Hong The host of Jing TV has dialed the phone number of the mysterious Mr. Song who took away Song Sheng. Our guide has cut the audio information all the way, let us hold our breath and wait quietly. "

The host said this almost in a chanting tone. He remembered the three words of Song Shengsheng and was full of admiration. He was always in the nature of the media when he spoke with the red top and the white top.

The call waiting tone sounded again and again.

The call was finally answered, and everyone's throat was mentioned.

A very calm and gentle voice flowed from the car stereo. He said, "Hi, hello."