Criminal Psychology

He asked if, if their assumptions come true, what is the real reason why Song Shengsheng chose to commit suicide hours before the fan meeting?

Don't want to continue to hold back anymore, want to get rid of Aino's control, and want to expose these shady with death?

The deeper he understood Song Shengsheng's experience, the more he believed that he would not choose to die easily.

Although in fact he and Xun Cong even had no empirical assumptions about many of the past details in the case, such as the reason that the tooth or Song Shengsheng could not speak at all, it is even more likely that their reasoning is fundamentally untenable. There was no eavesdropper in his teeth, and no one even threatened Song Shengsheng with the life of his fans. Song Shengsheng just didn't want to live anymore, but died of being tired of the world.

But what if they were lucky enough to guess again?

Living under the haze of Li Jingtian, Song Shengsheng did not commit suicide, and Song Shengsheng, who had been wronged and went to prison, did not commit suicide. He was monitored every day. He did not choose to commit suicide on any day during the surveillance. Why did he commit suicide today, nine years later ?

Why is it early in the morning on June 1 and why?

Lin Chen looked to Xun Conglian: "Aside from Aino's use of a fan or someone else's life to threaten Song Shengsheng, leaving him no way to ask the police for help, is there any other reason he can't call the police?"

"I can't think of any other reason." Xun Lianlian said frankly.

Lin Chen thought that if he could never even think of a sentence, probably the latter would not have a better solution.

Lin Chen said, "According to you, he lives to protect those who may be threatened with his life. So did he choose to commit suicide instead of protecting those people? Did we ignore the most fundamental question?" After a terrible speculation, Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian and continued to ask, "If he didn't die, what would happen next?"

"What will happen?"

"Correct."

"Nothing will happen, everything is the same as previously arranged, he will hold his fan meeting later, he will return to the stage, and meet people who insist on loving him for so many years ..." Xing Conglian suddenly stopped, As if thinking of something.

Lin Chen nodded and continued: "Song Shengsheng did not hesitate to cut his throat. It was just in the early morning before the fan meeting. It was not too early and too late, so Aino had to cancel the meeting. , He survived to protect some people, then, I think he chose death to protect those people too. If my analysis is correct, his death is likely to stop something terrible, and fans The meeting was held on the 1st of June, which means that something terrible would happen at the fan meeting, and he could only use death to stop it. "

Lin Chendun felt terrified: "Song Shengsheng will not suddenly give up his beliefs. He chose to commit suicide, which means threatening his chips to upgrade. Please tell me, what does this mean?"

Xing Conglian replied: "Someone will die at the fan meeting, so many people will die. Therefore, after knowing this, he can only use suicide to prevent the worst from happening."

This is simply a hypothesis. However, what is often thought of as an analysis of heaven and earth is the truth. Even though Lin Chen didn't want to continue thinking about it, he quickly captured another possibility-Xiang Ye didn't want to regain Hong Song Shengsheng at all in order to use Song Shengsheng to make money?

Lin Chen turned, pushed the door of the postmortem room, and rushed in.

Song Shengsheng's body was about to be placed in the freezer on one side. He grabbed the forensic doctor and shouted, "Wait!"

The cold air that struck his face made him feel cool, Song Sheng's eyes were low, his face was serene, and there was no trace of despair, grief, and reluctance in his death. He sat in the bathtub and looked out at the vast starry sky and the sky outside him. Cut your throat without hesitation.

It was just in the early morning before the fan meeting. It wasn't too early or too late, so Aino had no choice but to cancel the meeting.

This is not depression, world weariness, or forced resistance. This is the most sober choice, the most accurate calculation, and the most generous death.

Because he has only one way to go, he has no other choice.

Lin Chen wanted to touch the terrible wound on his neck with his hand, but was stopped by the forensic doctor: "What do you want to do?"

Song Shengsheng has done so many things with his death, so Song Shengsheng must also point out the real murderer with his death.

Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian and asked in a very calm tone: "What did you think of the suicide, mass murder?"

Xun Cong frowned, then opened his eyes suddenly and stared at him: "Dark network, killing live?"

After Xun Lianlian said this sentence, they rushed to the door.

The prisoner ran to the next floor and shouted in the police hall: "Dynasty, dynasty!"

He yelled a lot, everyone around looked around, and finally, the young man heard a depressed voice: "Here, boss."

The voice of the dynasty came from nowhere.

"Get out and go to the parking lot, right away!"

Xing Conglian ran to the parking lot outside the police station. Lin Chen could understand his anxiety but couldn't understand why in this case his first reaction was to take the car, but based on his trust in Xinglian Clan's determination He still ran out.

12:30.

In the hot sun, the jeep was scorching hot, and even breathing was difficult. Xingconn did not hesitate to start the engine. When he turned the car back to the police station, he just picked up the dynasty that rushed out of the police station.

The dynasty climbed into the car pantily, before the time to close the door, Xunlian even stepped on the accelerator to drive the car out quickly.

"What happened to the boss ..."

"Shut up, listen to me." Did Tong Conglian interrupt him? "We now suspect that the reason why Aino planned to meet Song Shengsheng's fans is to conduct a new round of death live broadcast. First of all, let me know the latest of Song Shengsheng's fan meeting. progress."

The dynasty was so shocked that the whole person was going to blow hair. He held the back of the chair and asked, "What boss, this tm is the expansion of God, do you know why it was Aino planning the live broadcast of death? what!"

"I want to cover it." Xinglian Leng coldly said, "I will let you check what you ask, and less nonsense."

Lin Chen suddenly realized that he suddenly thought of the beautiful Mr. Beauty who had no trace. From the beginning, Aino was just an illusion that attracted their attention. It was difficult for them to realize the problems of the fan meeting because he took the initiative to cancel the meeting. Moreover, Aino took the initiative to cooperate with the police investigation, and people have been detained again. They are easy to relax their vigilance when they are tired of investigating the case.

But fundamentally, if this is a live broadcast of death, then Aino could not be alone, including Mr. Miscellaneous Beauty and anyone else who may appear at any time.

But this time, where did Aino find so many brainwashed students?

The dynasty quickly started typing on the keyboard, and after a while, his hands stagnated.

"Boss, Song Shengsheng's fan meeting really didn't stop."

"Stop talking in one breath." Xun Leng coldly said.

"Song Shengsheng released a new announcement after group discussions at major fan stations, post bars, and personal stations."

The dynasty dragged the mouse quickly and handed the laptop over: "This is a joint statement issued by Song Shengsheng's 7 major stations."

Lin Chen quickly glanced back at the statement.

According to the joint statement of the 7 major stations, even though Aino and Yasun Performing Arts canceled the fan meeting, the 7 major stations collected the opinions of the fans and discussed with Yasheng Performing Arts to temporarily change the fan meeting to a memorial service and hold it as usual.

The statement also said that although the voice committed suicide due to depression, it was his wish to return to the stage. Even if he was suffering from depression, he wanted to come back and see them again, so although the voice was before the concert They ca n’t fall down. Besides, there are many girls flying from other provinces and even abroad. More fans who have not grabbed tickets have already arrived outside the Performing Arts Center. Whether it is for the voice or for these girls, the meeting must be Go on, this is for the sound and the wish of every lover.

In order to realize as much as possible of everyone's wishes, the leaders of the 7 stations and the Arts Center and Yasheng Performing Arts Company made a new decision after discussion. As long as all fans follow the order, as many people as possible will be arranged in the venue. .

Lin Chen couldn't help sneering. This seemed to be the result of a joint discussion at the fan station, but it was most likely just the will of Aino himself. Xiangye was once Song Shengsheng's earliest agent. Of course, he has all the propaganda resources related to Song Shengsheng, which of course includes the relevant account numbers of the initial senior management of all Song Shengsheng fan websites.

He does not need to call on Song Shengsheng's fans at all through the mass media platform, as long as he controls the influential fan high-level account, he can certainly control most of Song Shengsheng's fans.

Aino had no intention of giving up the plan from the beginning.

Just as Lin Chen was thinking, Xun Conglian drove his car to the subway station.

He quickly stopped and said to the dynasty, "Bring everything to you and take out three sets of wireless communication equipment."

The dynasty hurriedly opened its backpack: "Boss, where are we going now?"

"Subway."

The dynasty shook three tiny headphones out of the pile of bits and pieces in his backpack, spread out his palm and handed them: "Why?"

"Traffic in the Ludi Lake Tunnel." Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian and connected all the details again.

Yongchuan Christian Art Center is located in the Xining Development Zone surrounded by water on all sides. It is a very large island in the Inner Lake. There is only one access road to Yongchuan Avenue except for the tunnel under the Lake Ludi, and Yongchuan Avenue, the **** is basically The main road of Yongchuan City from morning to night.

Aino chose the Kristin Art Center for a long time. Even the traffic jam in the Ludi Lake Tunnel may be Aino ’s handwriting. Song Shengsheng used his own death to make things very clear. They didn't think about it earlier.

Xing Conglian also noticed his anxiety, reached out and held his neck, and then stepped in front of him, saying to him, "We will take care of this together, believe me, believe in yourself, and also I believe Song Shengsheng. "

Lin Chen suddenly sobered: "OK." He said so.

In fact, he did not know where the transcendent self-confidence of Xun Lianlian came from when he said that sentence. Perhaps Xing Lianlian would squint and gossip with him while squinting, but he was very clear deep in his heart. Not even the ordinary criminal policeman who always likes to drink beer with peanuts.

After learning that Xiangye may attack the Literary and Art Center, the first reaction of Xun Conglian was not to stop and find out the problem but to go first; after learning that the fan meeting will continue to be held on a larger scale, Xun Canglian did not Wasting time investigating Aino ’s motives, relevant evidence, or calling the leader to report the situation, he instead called Jiang Chao the first number.

Xing Cong even ran with headphones and said that his breath was not disturbed.

They descended through the gates to the subway station, and the long wind screamed from the far end of the tunnel.

After briefly stating the situation, bright train lights quickly emerged from a distance in the tunnel.

"Yes, mobilize police forces and rush to the Kristin Art Center, abandon the use of police cars, take all subways, and notify fire and medical staff at the same time, traffic jams in the Ludi Lake Tunnel must be on Yongchuan Avenue, please ask the traffic police department to coordinate as soon as possible As soon as possible. "

Jiang Chao didn't know what he said on the phone, but it was probably words such as "Old prisoner, if you do n’t investigate anything now, it will be a big fuss", or "We have to take responsibility if nothing happens", That's what anyone will say when they learn of a conspiracy theory that lacks evidence to support it. Xun Lianlian aggravated his tone and said without mercy: "Shut your mouth, now we have to bear thousands of lives in the arts center. Unbearable responsibility, tell this sentence to your boss and your boss's intact. "

With the door open, they stepped into the compartment and sat down side by side.

Lin Chen glanced at the route map. They were located 6 stops away from the Kristin Art Center, and the drive time was about 15-20 minutes.

"Dynasty," Xing Conglian shouted.

"in!"

"Tune me the floor plan of the Kristin Art Center." At this moment, even the 18-year-old dynasty appeared unusually calm. He took out a spare tablet and handed it to Xing Conglian, adding "The internet speed in the subway is too poor, so wait for a while."

Soon after, a floor plan of the original construction site of the Kristin Art Center was unfolded slowly, and the screen was slightly frozen when it was rolled out. Taking this opportunity, Xun Conglian took more tablets and told him: "We must first come up with a plan before calling the Literary Center to evacuate the crowd, otherwise the crowd panic is very prone to stampede accidents."

Lin Chen realized once again that a similar situation had happened.

Maybe the accident at Anson International Mall was a preview in itself, and Aino planned the accident to calculate the response time of the relevant police forces. If his guess is true, they are afraid that they will encounter a more thorough plan this time.

And when they started to evacuate the crowd, Aino was afraid that they would be alert. This is why Xunlian did not call the Literary and Art Center in the first place, but it was simply impossible to evacuate everyone without a word.

"Dynasty," Lin Chen said to the young man, "adjust the surveillance camera first to understand the flow of people inside and outside the art center."

The young man said in pain: "I have tried it just now. The internet speed in the subway is too bad. I can't see the monitoring."