Criminal Psychology

Xun's body was full of gunpowder smell, from guns and ammunition, and from explosives flying through the entire mining area. This is probably the closest time in Lin Chen's history to the truth from the iron blood in Xun's bones. However, it would be redundant to say anything and ask any question now. The sound of Xing Conglian's breathing gradually slowed in his ears, like hot milk infused with honey, making people sleepy.

Lin Chen's fingers gradually loosened, but when he was about to fall asleep, there seemed to be something in his heart that reminded him that he shook the injured hand hard, and the pain made him suddenly sober: "Duanyang, are you still alive?"

He opened his eyes suddenly and asked.

Lin Chen thought he had escaped the perception of Xing Conglian by the small hidden action. Xing Conglian loosened his arms around Lin Chen's hand, supported his body and sat by the bed. He raised Lin Chen's swollen hand that was about to rot. His face cooled down. This is of course not entirely because Lin Chen's left ring finger on the suspected iron ring, at least the sentence Cong Lian told himself.

Lin Chen's fingers curled slightly, although his movements were still tense, but looking at his eyes was full of love: "Don't be angry, wait for me to explain to you."

Yes, **** love. Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen had a skill that was completely unskilled. In short, when Lin Chen looked at him with a peaceful but affectionate eye, he could only obediently pick up the headset just thrown on the ground to understand the latest progress .

Just then, a loud clatter sounded.

Although it is very clear that the dynasty must have been eavesdropping just now, but now young people dare to slap the door with a terrible attitude, there must be some emergency.

"Boss, boss opens the door!" A faint voice from the dynasty came through the door.

Lin Chen also propped up the bed and wanted to sit up. Xing Conglian glared at the man on the bed as if warning, and opened the door from the past. Before he spoke, the dynasty said, "Boss, Doctor Duan will not do it."

Xun Lian took a deep breath. Although he knew that death might not be a relief for Duan Wanshan, but at this moment, he still felt that death was cruel, and no one could escape.

Suddenly, Lin Chen's weak voice came from behind: "Doctor Duan ... Which paragraph?"

He turned around and saw that Lin Chen's face was twice as white as before, and even the blood on his lips was completely gone, which was no different from the white paper.

He saw the fear again in Lin Chen's eyes-"Duan Wanshan?"

Lin Chen asked.

When hearing this name from Lin Chen's mouth, Xun Cong even had a kind of creepy feeling. After all, it was Lin Chen, and he could guess the answer when he saw his face.

"Take me." Lin Chen finally sat up hard.

The dynasty ran to the floor on Lin Chen's bed and squatted down, with a look of helplessness: "Brother Achen, why are you hurt so badly, what are you going to do?"

Xing Conglian certainly did not want to take Lin Chen to meet Duan Wanshan. Lin Chen's current situation was obviously not suitable for any sorrowful life or death.

"Take me." Lin Chen insisted again, "If Duan Yang is still alive, please tell him, come back sooner, faster ..."

Lin Chen's voice was trembling, but she was calm. Obviously, when he wanted to be awake, even if someone shot a gun at his temple, he would keep his eyes open. Xing Conglian's face sank again. He went to the bedside of Lin Chen and asked, "What if I say no?"

Lin Chen didn't say anything, but just clutched his cuffs with his hands, because the grip was so strong that the juice from the blood-water mixed wounds flowed out of his palm.

Kang An's voice came from the headset, and Xun Lian listened for a while, watching Lin Chen, and said to the person at the headset: "Dr. Duan is about to die, and with Duan Yang, withdraw as soon as possible under the premise of ensuring safety."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Chen said again: "Don't tell the news that Dr. Duanyang Duan is about to die." Lin Chen said in a very calm and very angry voice, "I'm afraid he will go crazy on the road, it will be unsafe to let them Just withdraw as soon as possible. "

After Lin Chen finished speaking, he started to cough violently, and pulled him to prepare to go to the ground.

"Don't tell Dr. Duanyang Duan, you can withdraw it as soon as possible." According to Lin Chen's request, he said word by word. Although he was anxious to knock Lin Chen out of nowhere immediately, he could only bend down and lift people up Go out.

...

Duanyang always felt that something had happened.

He couldn't tell the feeling, as if someone had slammed his Tianling cover with a heavy hammer. Just a few minutes ago, the mask man who had abducted him thousands of miles to Dana was killed cleanly by a stray bullet.

When Lu Jia died, he faced upwards, his eyes widened, and he was very unwilling. But the bullets worked really fast, and he was dead before he could even say any last words. Without Lu Jia, Duan Yang was obviously unable to board the helicopter. At that moment, he looked up to the sky, blank to the extreme. He didn't know what all of this was for. The shock wave of the factory explosion knocked him to the ground. He was lying in the bricks and gravels. He looked at the sky that could not see at all, and was too lazy to move his fingers.

It now appears that Lin Chen's death is meaningless, and he will be hit by death immediately.

Then he heard the distant voice ringing from a distance, someone was shouting his name.

He always felt that it was a hallucination. He even thought it was a teacher's call. The dust in the sky seemed to gather at that moment into an always serious and handsome face. The teacher wore a very regular smoke-gray suit, tied a checkerboard cashmere scarf, put on his hand, and corrected his less regular stitching action.

Duanyang seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer at that time, he struggled to sit up from the ground, because of the explosion, everything around was quiet, only the sound of the wall falling down. The next moment, he was dragged by someone.

A face mixed with camouflage paint appeared in front of him, and the man showed a white tooth and asked him, "Is it Duanyang?"

Duanyang opened his mouth and found that he could not speak, but could only nod his head reluctantly.

"Okay, come with me." During the talk, the man grabbed him and ran away. Duanyang wanted to ask questions like "Who are you" and "Why do you save me?" When it's alive, these **** problems are not important. He shouted with all his strength, "I have a friend. In that building, I can ..."

"You're stupid!" The other person turned back, "Counselor Lin, of course, he asked me to save you!"

Duanyang dashed and said excitedly: "Is consultant Lin okay? He is not very well. Be careful not to let him get hurt again ..."

Duanyang was limping all the way, but when he ran to a collapsed factory building, he obviously saw the man who took him to death for a moment. The man looked at him deeply with strange eyes, and Duanyang had a very bad hunch again, but when he wanted to say something, he suddenly shut up, just saying, "Hurry up, the boat is going to sail Now. "

...

When Lin Chen saw the dying patient on the bed in the room, he didn't know how things would turn out like this. There must be someone joking with him in the midst of it, other than that, there is no explanation.

The dynasty eye quickly dragged a back chair, and Xun Conglian put him down in the chair. In fact, he did not have any physical strength to maintain the sitting position at that time. Xing Conglian had to circle him with both hands again, so that he could barely keep his posture of sitting up.

At the beginning of everything, he had already heard the detailed description of Dr. Duan from Jiangfu's population and from Duanyangkou. He always felt that it should be a handsome doctor, gentle and courteous, and maybe even a female Patients are blushing at first glance. The man in bed is far from the sentences in his memory.

Although he could barely see the handsome facial contour under the skinny skin of the other person, the teacher who asked Duan Yanghun to dream nightmare should not look like this.

He bent down slightly and held Duan Wanshan's dry fingers.

Duan Wanshan seemed to feel something. He barely opened his eyes and looked at him with gentle and peaceful eyes.

Although Duan Wanshan probably did not have any strength to speak, but just at that moment's eyes, Lin Chen had the illusion of being looked into the soul.

He was so embarrassed in his heart that he didn't even know whether he should tell Duan Wanshan something to Duan Wanshan. This is a very difficult situation. If Duan Wanshan didn't know this, would it be good?

He looked at Fu Conglian helplessly, but Fu Conglian nodded at him.

Lin Chen turned his head and said in a word, Wan Duan Wanshan: "Duanyang has been with me these days, and we were abducted here by mistake, so ... please hold on for a while, and he will be here right away."

The man on the white sheet blinked, revealing a wise and calm look. Lin Chen clearly saw the moment of rejoicing in his eyes, but the joy was replaced by despair and helplessness: "Oh, that's ... unfortunately."

Lin Chen didn't know what to say, he could only hold Duan Wanshan's hand and said, "He loves you very much. We were kidnapped all the way ... I always used a book to lie to him a little more faith, I told him to be a When a person's conviction is strong enough, he can do everything. Then he really believes that he believes it is true, and keeps walking along the way, so that I must think of someone in my heart, persist in living, and keep repeating this topic. "Lin Chen glanced at Xun Conglian and said, "The reason why he does this is probably because he thinks this method is very useful, because when he thinks of you, he is full of fighting spirit to survive."

Duan Wanshan blinked, as if he understood everything, he looked at them, and smiled: "You must be pseudo-science ... in my case ... not very useful."

Lin Chen even felt that breathing was very difficult: "I know that life and death are alive, but please see him for the last time."

At this time, Xun Cong plugged the headset into his ear, and the sound of running and heavy breathing came through the headset clearly, and Kang An kept reporting their specific position on that end.

At this time, Lin Chen heard Duan Wanshan in a very helpless tone, slowly saying, "Don't you think ... seeing this face ... Right ... Right ... Is it too difficult for a dying person like me?"

Lin Chen certainly understood the difficulties in Duan Wanshankou. When he mentioned the word Duan Yang, the brilliance in Duan Wanshan's eyes had already explained everything.

He didn't know what kind of injustice and misunderstanding was in the middle, but when the two sides in love had no time to show their intentions, but were forced to face life and death, what was the last thing to be seen as meaningless nonsense. Regret, why not regret it?

As if he saw what he thought, Duan Wanshan gently squeezed his hand and said, "I won't regret it. My life has been very meaningful. Even Duanyang, I believe I taught him well. "Duan Wanshan looked at them and said," Mr. Xing knows. "

Xun Leng said coldly: "I know a fart."

"So ... that ... my requirements?" Duan Wanshan asked with a smile.

"Why are you dying and threatening me?"

Lin Chen frowned and coughed.

For some reason, Xun Conglian immediately said, "Okay, I promise you, do you want to see the last side of your student?"

Duan Wanshan did not answer this question. He retracted his gaze and looked up at the ceiling. His thoughts seemed to drift far away. Some very slight words overflowed from his mouth. Lin Chen carefully discerned and realized that it should be a song. poem:

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On one side was Duan Wanshan's sigh when he was about to die, and on the other side was the sound of bullets, running, and rapid breathing. Lin Chen felt that he was going to be torn in half.

He clenched Duan Wanshan's hand again, but as if no matter what he said, he could not stop Duan Wanshan's eyes gradually closing.

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"The second floor, 204." Lin Chen looked at Duan Wanshan's face and informed the people on the other side of the headset.

The man at the other end had rushed into the cabin and was desperately pushing away everyone who was standing in front of them.

Duan Wanshan's voice is getting lighter ...

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The footsteps of madness were finally getting closer, and Duan Wanshan's voice gradually returned to nothingness.

The door suddenly opened, Lin Chen felt light at hand.

He turned to look at the door, Duanyang's face was blurred in his vision ...