Criminal Psychology

Of course, Comrade Xiao Wang just talked about it. After all, people ca n’t even talk about love, how could they really upset the boss.

The dynasty sat down in front of the desktop, and a light cough came from behind him. He suddenly stood up and gave up his seat to his boss.

His boss was really embarrassed, so he sat down in front of the computer so carelessly that he had to bend over and manipulate the mouse with a little bit of pain.

The dynasty moved the scene to the final scene where the killer left the crowd with a balloon and said, "This is the scene when the suspect left."

"Um." Xun Lian faintly said.

The dynasty dragged the mouse, and the timeline was dragged to a later position. From the picture, the suspect was faintly seen bypassing the paradise restaurant and walking outside the monitor screen.

Later, the dynasty rubbed his fingers and said, "The time to witness the miracle is here!"

Xun Lian took a note of him with anger: "Scream less."

But after saying this, Rao was even surprised at the sentence.

In the surveillance video, the suspect is walking on the main road of the park, heading towards the exit, and passing by with many cutely dressed girls holding balloons.

"It's five minutes later." The dynasty pressed the pause button and collaged the pictures five minutes ago and five minutes later, "Let's find the difference!"

Xing Conglian looked at the suspect's hand on the left side of the screen, then looked at the right side of the screen: "The 4 balloons on the suspect's hand are gone?"

"Yes, isn't it popular now to kill people and release balloons to make a wish!"

"To shut up."

"Good boss!"

"Can you tell where the suspect went in the five minutes missing in the middle?"

The dynasty said, slammed his finger, called up the three-dimensional three-dimensional view, and the prisoner looked at the restaurant and the exit location from Lianlian. He recalled the direction in which the suspect left the surveillance area, and finally fell on the park's vast artificial lake.

"He went to the lake?"

"Sure enough, to fly balloons by the lake, right?" Said the dynasty.

Xun Lian ignored him at all, and frowned and asked, "Is there a blind spot for monitoring by the lake?"

"Yes."

"Call up the monitoring records here and here." Xing Conglian looked at the three-dimensional picture and clicked twice on the screen.

The dynasty acted according to the words. The screen flowed. The two points of monitoring were the only way for the suspect to go from the lake to the exit. The suspect lowered his head and dressed very strictly against the flow of people.

"stop!"

The punishment was cold. The picture freezes.

Looking at the balloons in the hands of the suspect wearing a peaked cap and large sunglasses, the dynasty couldn't help but slap his tongue, "I rely on, why did he still have a balloon in his hand, and then there was none left?"

Xing Conglian did not answer, but pressed the Enter key, which slowed down the next screen.

It can be clearly seen from the monitoring that after the suspect passed the shoulder of the same couple, he bent down and tied the last balloon on the hand of a chubby little boy. At the end, he was still very Gently rubbed the little boy's head.

The sun was just right, the little boy looked up and looked at the suspect in confusion, wondering why the other party gave him the balloon.

For a while, no one spoke in front of the computer display.

The dynasty thrilled and said with some difficulty: "Boss, this is a pervert! Would you like Brother Achen?"

Xing Cong Lian looked at the little boy in the screen. He always felt a sense of acquaintance, but the picture was a bit fuzzy. He said to the dynasty, "Can you pick a clear shot and treat the little boy's face?"

The dynasty suddenly came to the spirit: "Boss, do you know? Are you a bastard?"

Xun Lian couldn't help but drew another note from him: "Can your brother Chen be born?"

The dynasty showed a face of the boss, you look like a beast, turned your head stiffly, and quickly processed the picture on the black and white monitor.

After a while, the blurry bleached picture was calculated and gradually cleared, and the fat on the little boy's face also changed from Marseille to smooth lines.

Looking at the blank fat face on the screen, Xing Conglian took out his cigarette and cell phone, dialed Lin Chen's phone, and while he was connected, he said to the dynasty: "It seems that he can only be invited Now. "

...

Lin Chen walked out of the ear examination room, and only one x-ray was left, and he could finish all the medical examinations.

The phone vibrated, he looked at the name on the caller ID, and smiled helplessly: "How long has it just been on the phone ..."

"I'll pick you up."

In fact, before answering the phone, Lin Chen didn't know that the clue had come so suddenly.

"Ok?"

"A clue was found for the suspect."

"So fast."

"Someone has contacted the suspect since the incident." Xing Conglian said as he walked, his voice was a little eager.

"Who is it?" Lin Chen suddenly realized the purpose of Xing Conglian calling. "I know?"

The voice of Xing Lianla driving the door came from his mobile phone: "Not only do you know, but only you can chat with him ..."

Lin Chen was even more surprised: "Who?"

"I want to eat the little fat KFC."

"Zheng Xiaoming ????"

Thinking of the kid who took a handful of sand to punish him for changing KFC, Lin Chen quickly responded. He stared, looked down at the screen of the mobile phone, and was immersed in a strange feeling of how small this world is, very speechless. Can say. After a long time, he said, "This is too ..."

"It's bizarre, isn't it?" Xing Conglian started the engine and stepped on the throttle. "However, the fat man is our matchmaker?" Xing Conglian sighed and hung up.

Lin Chen stood at the entrance of the medical examination building and waited for the imprisonment to arrive.

He was wearing a hospital suit and a wristband on his wrist. He sat in the co-pilot and asked Xun Conglian: "Have you contacted Zheng Xiaoming's parents?"

"School class today." The dynasty replied before the sentence was even spoken. "So Xiao Ming is still in the city and his parents will pick it up at noon. We used to be there!"

Lin Chen nodded, but still hesitated: "Are you sure Zheng Xiaoming?"

"So who else is so fat?" Xun Cong even fluttered in tone.

The dynasty handed the tablet over: "Brother Achen, look at it for yourself."

Lin Chen bowed his head. The kid's face on the tablet was a bit fuzzy, but his fluffy face and a dumb look in others' eyes.

"It is indeed him." Lin Chen said.

"Is this a good clue?" Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen didn't answer this question quickly, his gaze fell on the balloon flying on Zheng Xiaoming's wrist.

"This balloon?"

"Brother Achen, you are so enchanted that this balloon was given to Zheng Xiaoming by the murderer." Dynasty said.

Lin Chen felt that the air in the car was a bit cold.

The dynasty came over again and called him a surveillance video.

Lin Chen carefully watched the slowly advancing picture. When he saw the murderer who had just stabbed Stankang to tie the balloon to Zheng Xiaoming's wrist, he gently stroked Zheng Xiaoming with his newly killed man's hand. For a moment, Lin Chen only felt creepy.

"It's abnormal, why should he risk exposing himself and give the balloon to the little fat man!"

"I don't know," Lin Chen said, "I remember that he used to have four balloons. Why are there only three now?"

"This is where I think it ’s weird. Before he went to the lake, he had balloons in his hands, but he did n’t have them. If he did n’t give the balloons to the children by the lake, then he released the balloons! Yes Isn't it romanticism? "The dynasty shuddered." Isn't this killer cold? "

Lin Chen did not answer.

...

Small gate in the city.

Lin Chen met Zheng Xiaoming and his parents, who had not been seen for more than a year.

Zheng Xiaoming grew taller, and before he could get the hand brake from the company car, he broke free of his parents' hand and rushed towards the jeep.

Lin Chen got out of the car, crouched down, and classmate Zheng Xiaoming slammed into his arms like a flying heavy artillery shell. If it wasn't for him leaning against the door, Lin Chen suspected that he might be hit by a **** sitting directly on the ground. Rao is so, he still felt a chest pain.

Xun Cong hurriedly followed and pulled the fat man out of his arms.

Zheng Xiaoming's parents arrived and looked at him. The faces of the two adults were as embarrassed as they were a year ago.

The dynasty extended his hand, Lin Chen pulled the young man to his feet, coughed slightly, and nodded to the two.

"Lin ... Mr. Lin ... I haven't seen you for a long time, are you in poor health?" Zheng Xiaoming's mother only responded a while later.

"Well, there are some minor problems in the body, but they are not contagious. Please rest assured." Lin Chen rubbed Xiaoming's head and said to Xiaoming's parents, "I'm coming to you today. Some things related to the case want to find out about you. Is it alright to have lunch together? "

Along the way from the school gate to the hotel, Lin Chen was surrounded by a flurry of classmates Zheng Xiaoming. The fat man was not willing to release his arms around him.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Chen rubbed the child's soft hair, "Don't you dare to confess if there is a girl you like?"

Zheng Xiaoming looked up sharply and shook it hard.

Xiaoming's parents coughed awkwardly: "Actually ... we don't know how to communicate with him. Since you left, he still ..."

"He also came to our house to squat for a while," Xun Cong said.

Lin Chen watched the child's eyes turn red, and suddenly realized that the so-called after he left meant that he had left the scene for a while. Although it seems that Xiaoming's parents did not know that he had disappeared, there should be some sporadic reports after he fell into the river. Xiaoming must have noticed that he was so smart.

Lin Chen felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I don't know." He touched the child's flesh, and said, "And when I come back, I should say hello."

Xiao Ming still took his hand and refused to let it go, Lin Chen sighed and asked, "What do you want?"

Xiaoming just shook his head desperately, then looked at the pedestrians passing by the window.

"Not allowed to leave?" Before Lin Chen, Xun Conglian had already guessed what Xiaoming's eyes implied, and he pursed his lips: "Comrade Zheng Xiaoming, don't be too ambitious!"