Criminal Psychology

As long as you work hard, you want to make progress quickly.

Lin Chen looked at dozens of pages of material again. Taking a tea break, he went to the network section for a turn. The two police officers also worked the night shift overnight, so they couldn't stand it and they were lying on the table resting on rotation.

Seeing him pushing in the door, the awake one looked at him blankly and waved a greeting.

After all, it wasn't the police station where he worked. Lin Chen didn't know the name of the other party either. He could only nod his greetings and dragged a chair to sit down.

"Tough work," he said to the policeman who was still awake.

"That's really hard for you. See how many hours you look like you didn't take a good rest?"

Lin Chen bowed his head and sipped tea, and Jiang Chao's men did not speak like him.

But honestly, since Xunlian and the dynasty left, he did not fall asleep. Because whenever he wants to close his eyes and rest for a while, there will be countless pictures flashing back in front of him, a picture when Xu Ran was hit, and a scene when Song Sheng died. In short, the most impressive pictures in memory are also the easiest to emerge from the subconscious when the consciousness is lax, but the one he thinks most is still Xinglianlian.

Lin Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to wake himself up from this bad state.

There was only the sound of a computer case in the office, and the police officer sneered twice, wondering what to say.

"Haven't you made progress yet?" Lin Chen asked, holding a tea cup.

The other person nodded: "After cross-checking, all fans of Mr. Song Shengsheng seem to have nothing in common, whether it is age, life experience or city of life, etc., the only thing in common is gender."

"Well, if they want to select the victim, they will always take some statistical methods to make it easier for us to find the problem." Lin Chen thought for a moment, and suddenly looked up at the police officer in front of him. "There is another possibility. The library's personal files are still relatively simple. There should be something that is not on the file and is so important that we haven't found it yet. "

"Like what?"

This question is really well asked, Lin Chen is lost in thought.

There are too many things that are not included in the file, such as what you bought on Taobao yesterday, or you bought a book today ... But the reason why Meijing and Xiangye chose Song Shengsheng's fans is probably because of some Song Shengsheng Most of the influence that fans have done on their singers will be reflected in works or advertising endorsements.

Lin Chen remembered that the dynasty had made a collection of Song Shengsheng's mv works and advertising works for him. He patted the police officer on the shoulder next to him, let the other party open his mailbox, and retrieve the documents sent by the dynasty.

Then he discovered that because the time passed too long, the files sent by the Dynasty had expired and could not be downloaded.

Lin Chen took out his mobile phone subconsciously, and then realized that he could not dial the young man's phone right now, and there would be no sweet voice on the other side of the phone.

He glanced at the contact number for a moment, until the voice of the police officer next to him called him back.

"Sorry, the information is out of date and I have to trouble you to collect it again."

"Don't say that, you've been helping us here." The other side scratched his head in embarrassment and said suddenly, "Will you transfer us here?"

Lin Chen froze for a while, and didn't know where Jiang Chao's men had so many wonderful ideas.

"Still useless. My original unit is fine."

His voice didn't fall, and Jiang Chao applauded suddenly at the door.

Lin Chen turned back suddenly, and saw Deputy Captain Jiang clapping twice, patting his subordinate's shoulder again, and then said to him, "Seriously, consultant Lin, you think about it, Hongjing is a small city after all, I Knowing that you and Lao Xun are not the kind of personality who wants to make a difference in the government, but you see, because Yongchuan is a big city and densely populated, criminals like to commit crimes here. Besides, do n’t worry, you You have solved so many cases together with the old penalty. If the old penalty is transferred, the level may not be higher than mine. "

Lin Chen sighed almost inaudibly. He couldn't tell Jiang Chao that the reason why Conglian chose Hongjing was because he wanted to live a less exciting retirement. However, speaking, the position of Xing Conglian on his retirement career may have deviated from his appearance.

"Let's talk when he comes back." Lin Chen could only dodge.

"Hey……"

Jiang Chao sighed heavily, moved a chair and sat down beside him: "Why?" He asked the police officer who was looking for information.

"Consultant Lin gave a direction, I'll find some information." He said, and looked over again, "Consultant Lin, I have a little time to find the materials. Would you like to take a break first?"

Lin Chen shook his head and drank tea again: "No, I'll wait for you here." He paused and said, "I thought about it, what Aino and Meijing are planning should be relatively effective. Slow things, otherwise they would not spend more than ten years waiting. Although this is certainly related to Song Shengsheng's imprisonment, I am afraid that there are also time reasons I just said. "

"You made a lot of sense, but it really took a while to look up the material ten years ago."

Lin Chen nodded, holding her head with one hand, and thinking about the MVs and advertisements she had seen. The picture in his mind switches from frame to frame. He thinks that the answer should be very obvious, but almost all his thoughts have been filled by torture in the past two days, and the remaining part has to be allocated to the dynasty, so that there is not much Try to think about the problem inside.

What Jiang Chao said earlier is not wrong. The real motivation of Xiang Ye and Mei Jing is the imminent thing. He may think about the remaining things for a long time.

Thinking of this, the picture in his head suddenly stopped.

The appearance of Song Shengsheng in his advertisements appeared in his eyes. Song Shengsheng was still young at that time. He wore a peaked cap, huge sunglasses hanging on his face, and pulled his collar very high, as if he was avoiding someone. Later, the advertisement screen gradually became clear. Lin Chen remembered that it should be in the hospital space. He carefully avoided the doctors and patients passing by, making people think he was going to do something bad. After a frightening period of time passed, he suddenly opened the door of a ward, and then drew something out of his pocket into the air: "Dang Dang Dang!"

He shouted.

With the fall of the sky ribbon, everyone in the ward was stunned. At this time, the first girl who responded was the little girl lying in the hospital bed. The little girl covered her face and cried, looking very excited.

Song Shengsheng hurriedly walked over and carried the little girl in her arms, giving the little girl very gentle air, like the prince of the white horse in the fairy tale, saying in a gentle tone, "Sorry my princess, I'm late."

Subtitles later appeared, saying, aih insurance, to protect life.

A cold air rushed to the back, Lin Chen's porcelain cup fell to the ground.

The police officer lying on the table suddenly stood up and shouted, "What happened!"

"Counselor Lin, what's wrong?" Another police officer looked at him with great anxiety.

"Bao ... Have you checked the insurance of Song Shengsheng fans?"

"Yes, most people are on social security. There is no problem here."

"I'm not talking about social security, it's commercial insurance."

"There aren't any in the file, you have to go to the major insurance companies to compare the lists."

"Without going to major insurance companies, go to aih."

The police officer nodded. Although he had many doubts on his face, he immediately called the Aih Company's Yongchuan branch to communicate with the operator at the other end of the phone.

Jiang Chao sat side by side and heard something inexplicable. He looked somber and asked in a very low tone: "Consultant Lin, what does this mean? It will be a beautiful scene. They are going to burn Song Shengsheng's thousands of fans to cheat the security. Aren't we able to find out just when we check the beneficiaries of insurance? "

When Jiang Chao was talking, Lin Chen was squatting down to pick up the pieces of porcelain. He heard Jiang Chao's problem, and he couldn't help but hold the pieces in his hands tightly, totally out of control.

Regardless of which part of Aih Insurance Aihoshi and Miscellaneous fiddled with, but using Song Shengsheng's appeal to fans to entice fans to buy insurance and then kill those fans, the sinister intentions are beyond normal logic, which is more like It is a kind of ruthless mockery: Look, in the end it's not your favorite person, so you buy things you shouldn't buy, and this kills you.

Even though he can't determine whether it is an insurance issue, but if Meijing finally kills Song Shengsheng's fans, he can't imagine what the public and media will say after learning about the incident.

And until now, he didn't realize what the beautiful words said-the innocent victims in this fire will become the brain chaser. Many people will say that if they do n’t chase the stars, they will not die. Deserve it.

How many people can realize very clearly that there is no necessary causal link between the fans' purchase of idol endorsement products and their death. It is not that Song Shengsheng killed them, it is not the insurance products that killed them, but the malicious behind the scenes. Killed them.

But how many people stick to the true view of right and wrong and realize this clearly?

Lin Chen lowered his head and let go of his hand, his palms were red. Jiang Chao gasped heavily in front of him, but didn't dare to say a word.

Some people would say, "It turned out to be this way, who made them swarm to buy idol endorsements."

Others would say, "It was stated earlier that the endorsement of Xing cannot be bought, it is all money, but this time it is not money, it is life."

Someone must even say, "Maybe Song Shengsheng conspired with his agent to kill the fans for money."

Whenever you see a similar statement, many people who are kind from the bottom of their hearts will be desperate for people-and this is probably what Aino and Beauty want.

He suddenly thought about the question of the dynasty: Have you ever seen an extremely evil world?