Criminal Psychology

Knowing that Lin Chen was at the rest station, and couldn't run, the sentence was not anxious.

He knew very well that with the ingenuity of his friend, he must know that he had been exposed.

It's really interesting to watch an anxiety person who is usually known for calmness and calmness.

On Heping North Road, the coordinating traffic police's delusional school bus turned from south to north into Changping Avenue.

When the sentence came, the school bus driver was still entangled with the traffic police who stopped him.

"Master, you did not violate the rules, that is, the police comrade wanted to ask you some questions." The traffic police stood by the school bus and patiently persuaded.

"The students are rushing to class!" The school bus driver patted the steering wheel,

The sentence rounded the bright yellow school bus.

The students on the bus have got out of the car for inspection. The boys and girls are wearing private school uniforms and standing by the roadside in twos and threes.

The girl's sailor skirt was just above her knees. When the wind blew, the lines of youthful legs were revealed; the boys had no pride, although they were delayed, they waited quietly for inquiries.

"Maple School?" Xing Conglian set his eyes on the school emblem pattern composed of golden maple leaves and silver laurel branches on the left side of the school bus.

"Famous private schools in the city offer courses from kindergarten to high school. The tuition is valuable!" The dynasty pointed to the little girl with a mushroom head on the side of the road. The little girl also wore a navy blue school uniform skirt and was hugged by a tall boy. With.

"A parent can rest assured that she can go to school on such a small child?" Xun could not help pouting.

"In Fengjing, the children in the kindergarten are picked up and delivered by one-to-one seniors and seniors. How can it be unsafe?" Yang Dianfeng, who was standing aside, couldn't help answering the question.

"Do you have kids in Maple?"

"My youngest brother is studying high school inside."

"A rich man."

Hearing this, Yang Dianfeng looked at Xing Conglian meaningfully and smiled, but only said, "After all, the quality of education is good, and it should be worth the extra money. If the captain of the criminal wants to send the child in, I can introduce you principal."

"Our criminals are poor and can't afford the tuition."

Xing Conglian seemed to be in a good mood, chatting with Yang Dianfeng.

Suddenly, the police officer assisting with the scene seemed to pull something out of a girl's schoolbag.

"I don't know where it came from!" The female student clenched her strap, but her words were calm.

The police officer sealed the thing in the evidence bag and handed it to Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian glanced at the contents of the bag and walked to the female student again: "Little sister ..." As soon as he spoke, the dynasty kicked him from the side.

"This classmate, you said that this thing is not yours?" Xun Conglian quickly changed his tone and held the bag of evidence in front of the female student, which was the car tablet computer that had just been taken away by the car hijacker.

The girl nodded: "I didn't have this thing when I packed my schoolbag in the morning."

"So you have never touched it?"

The girl's eyes were clear: "I think you can check your fingerprints."

"That makes sense." Xun Cong even touched the stubble on his chin with his hands.

"My schoolbag is always on my back today, unless someone put it in my bag when I walked from home to the bus station, but this possibility is not very high." The girl glanced at her schoolbag. The iron clasp on the top is fastened firmly.

"That makes sense." Xun Conglian continued to touch the stubble. "When did you leave home?"

"7:35."

"Where do you live?"

"If Water Street."

"Oh?" Xing Conglian looked at the girls without asking other questions.

"That uncle, can I go now?" After that, the girl went towards the school bus.

"Interesting." Xing Cong looked at the back of the girl with a ponytail and said to himself.

The dynasty was about to stop watching: "Head, give me the tablet, hurry to the rest station to find Achen, please!"

The captain of the Interpol who was preparing to catch a troop would not hesitate to plead with his subordinates. He Shiran handed out his tablet computer, leisurely raised his arms and waited.

Looking at Xun Conglian's happy face, the dynasty was sullen in his chest, but he still had to work fatefully.

He quickly connected the tablet to the computer and tapped on a bunch of dazzling code.

A complex red path is outlined on the map, showing the specific location where the car tablet passed after leaving the hijacked vehicle.

The cobweb-like path map was completely scratchy, but the dynasty seemed to realize something suddenly. He pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket and entered two positions.

"Hell ..." The dynasty looked at the mobile phone and the road map on the computer. Subconsciously, Cong Lian shouted: "Head, there is something wrong with the computer's GPS, this is simply impossible!"

After hearing this, the general manager of Touran changed his face: "Mr. Police, this vehicle system is the latest equipment of our company, and there is no problem!"

"You see, I just calculated it with my mobile phone navigation. From the Shifang section of Hongjing Expressway to our current location, it's a total of 165 kilometers, and it takes more than two hours to drive." He said, pointing the mobile phone towards Yang Dianfeng. Then I poked the time in the upper right corner of the phone, "But you see, it's just now 8:00. It ’s only been an hour and a half since the bus was hijacked, and his driving path is so complicated, how can it be possible in such a short time, from there come here."

"Maybe it's a short cut. If you analyze these paths, you should have clues?"

The dynasty wanted to refute, but he thought for a while, the sentence of Cong may even be justified. So he called up a map of Hongjing and began to study it seriously.

Xing Xuan looked at the entire map from end to end, and the road was dense and dense, like blood vessels attached to the human body.

"The little sister just said that she went out at 7:35, and she was sure that before this, the tablet must not be in her schoolbag, so you focus on the magic between 7: 25-8: 00 Where did our cute tablet go in time and how did it get in the little sister's bag? "

At the dawn of the dynasty, he began to retrieve data according to the sentence Conglian said, but soon he became depressed.

"Mr. Yang, tell your truth that your system still has problems." Technology House looked sad, "Why your GPS positioning system does not have a" location-time "record."

"What do you mean?" Xing Conglian asked.

"This is your system. It only records the machine's location and travel path, but not when it passed through those places."

Yang Dianfeng reluctantly spread his hand: "For us, GPS is just a convenience for us to control and monitor the path of the vehicle. I'm really sorry."

"That can only be combined with monitoring. I asked the school bus driver to take his daily driving chart. You can compare and see." Xing Conglian was also a little disappointed. He patted the dynasty's shoulder, which seemed to be comforting.

"But it doesn't make sense, Boss!" Wang Chao rubbed his hands. "Even if it came out, knowing how it got into the little sister's schoolbag, what can it prove?"

"Prove what?" Sentence Lianlian said a bit coldly, "Prove that a criminal is capable of doing something that we usually can't do, prove that we are turned around by him, that we don't know his purpose, you still need What proof? "

Even after the sentence had been said, not even one look was left to the dynasty, and he walked towards the driver.

The dynasty looked at his back, and always felt that after the fall full of heavy rain and blood, his captain seemed to be undergoing some changes silently, but he said it was not good, what was the difference.

"Captain, please wait."

Yang Dianfeng was stopped by the two steps of the sentence.

"I have the latest Hongjing map here, in paper." Yang Dianfeng ran into his car, took out a map from the storage box, trot, and sent it to Lianlian. "You let him directly Draw on the map so you can see more clearly. "

The school bus driver also seemed to find that the Captain of the Interpol was not well-faced, so he worked surprisingly. He marked the daily driving route map on the Hongjing map, and clearly marked each parking up and down point. The map, then took it back to the dynasty.

The dynasty compiled the driving route into the computer against the route on the map. A concise and clear yellow route map began to overlap with the red route recorded by the tablet system.

"What a hell." Xing Lianlian couldn't help it, repeating what the dynasty had just said.

Because the earliest point of intersection of the two routes was at the entrance of Fengjing School, and after that, the red and yellow lines were separated and overlapped many times, which made people completely puzzled.

"If there is a time axis, it will be simple," said the dynasty.

"I'll go around this way." Xun Cong pointed to the school bus route.

"I'll go with you." Yang Dianfeng said to Xun Conglian with a smile.

Yang Dianfeng was sitting in the co-driver's seat. Outside the window, the street signs kept changing. Xun Conglian only glanced at the map, but he didn't make a wrong turn.

"The Captain of the Criminal Captain has a good memory." The handsome bus company manager leaned against the window, propped his chin with one hand, and allowed Chunfeng to blow his hair out.

Xun Lian lingered a cigarette, too lazy to talk.

At the intersection close to Fengjing School, he stopped the car. It was during school hours that the boys and girls got off from an intersection and entered the school gate.

Yang Dianfeng followed and walked down with him on the tree-lined road planted with camphor.

Xun Lian walked slowly, with his hands in his pockets.

The icy spring breeze and noisy words passed by him, but he walked forward.

"What are you thinking?" Yang Dianfeng finally couldn't help asking.

"I used to have a friend tell me that if I didn't understand something, I felt it well." Xing Conglian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"So what do you feel?"

The Captain of the Interpol opened his eyes and said nothing.