Criminal Psychology

When Xun Lian opened his mobile phone, countless messages poured in.

The originally busy medical staff in the room had already left. Lin Chenan slept soundly on the bed, covered with clouds, and the bed was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. He was close to the sea.

In the distance, the sea and sky meet is no longer pure black. The seawater presents a deep blue, quiet and deep, like the most peaceful lullaby.

Lin Chen's face was peaceful, her black hair fell obediently to her ears, her neck had kiss marks, and the blue-purple he accidentally made, but it didn't mean anything.

In other words, he is standing outside this room now, looking at Lin Chen, remembering the previous events over and over again and again, and there is nothing in his heart, and of course there is nothing to regret.

Just now the driver repeatedly asked him why it took him three and a half hours to bring Lin Chen here. Xun Conglian couldn't really answer.

To sum up the reasons, it is probably that the place at home is quiet, no one is disturbing, or that Lin Chen stays in a place where he can control, he can feel at ease. Of course, there are also rooms in which he lived, and the view by the window was good However, the punishment is even clear. These reasons are not complete.

He spent three and a half hours and took a taxi to take Lin Chen to this nursing home, only because he was at a loss, he couldn't be like Lin Chen, and always knew exactly what to do.

Until now he could only follow the original instincts, in short, willfulness.

Xun looked down from the screen.

The result of his willfulness was countless missed calls, one case after the other, and Huang Ze's ultimatum.

He flipped his phone and scribbled all these things,

The morning light on the horizon rose again, with very hazy gold, Lin Chen's face was brighter. He was bathed in the morning light, with clear eyes and a beautiful bouquet of daisies at the head of the bed.

Everything is full of vitality, allowing Xun Lian to think that Lin Chen will be able to sit on the edge of the bed and say good morning to him.

But the high-dose sedative drugs allowed this scene to exist only in his imagination, as well as the imagination, and the peaceful life with Lin Chen in his imagination.

There can be no free will in this world.

Xing Conglian put his phone back in his pocket and turned to leave.

...

Standing in the underground garage of the sanatorium, Xun Conglian realized that he had spent three and a half hours bringing Lin Chen to follow up here.

The reason is beyond him, because this is a nursing home at home, and naturally there are many friends at home.

One minute ago, he was going to find a car and drove back to Hongjing.

An engine roar suddenly broke out in the corner of the underground garage, and the lights shone. Before he could react, a sports car was backed out of the garage and galloped towards him.

The sports car is extremely bright yellow, with a short body, scissor doors, and streamlined sharp edges. Like a hot aristocratic girl, it is full of vigour, but it is probably the flagship supercar of a certain brand. Maybe it is the global limit, but Xun never even understood this, so it was impossible to say how much the car was worth.

A few seconds later, the sports car stopped firmly in front of him,

The door was raised, and someone sitting in the cab showed him white teeth. The first sentence was: "Take me out to play, I promise not to tell your parents about your favorite man!"

A dry old man sitting in the car, thin and immature, is completely disproportionate to the interior full of technology.

The old man's throttle-trouser tube was empty, exposing the alloy leg support. There is a very long scar on the arm, a beard, and a urine bag on the waist, but his eyes are bright and exquisite, and the old man is holding a pipe in his mouth and is spitting and spitting mist .

Xing Conglian also looked at the other side for a while, then remembered who it was. He looked indifferently at the old man sitting in the high-precision cab, and the old man just exhaled.

"You ... wouldn't you have said it already?" The old man stared at him with a beard.

"Otherwise?" He asked back.

"Then I wish you all the best!" The old man shouted, leaning his skinny hand on the steering wheel.

Xun Lian didn't want to talk anymore. He greeted the old man and greeted him.

In the corner of the garage was a helpless medical staff member. Xun Lian rushed at those people, and soon someone came over, and his eyes quickly moved away from the pipe in the old man's mouth.

"Wait! Wait! You are so impersonal!" The old man shouted as he struggled.

The garage guard approached him, and whispered, "Are you going to drive this car?"

"This is Lao Tzu's car, Lao Tzu's!" The old man shouted with all his strength, almost crying when he heard his voice.

"Get me a rental car," Xun Conglian said.

"What rent? I'll drive you away!"

At that time, the old man was almost towed out of the car, and a bright yellow object hanging from the waist of the old man caught his attention. Xun Conglian took a closer look and found that it was a transparent urine bag. He stopped the medical staff present.

Taking advantage of this gap, the old man stumbled back into the car, holding the steering wheel and refused to give up: "The doctor said, I will be alive for three months."

"and so?"

"So you may be able to bring a man back in the middle of the night, like King Zhou You, and you are not allowed to go out to make a bend?" The old man rubbed his face and became dazzled again. Happy, "This new car I bought hasn't been tested before. I can't step on the throttle when I die!"

...

Sitting in the conference room, Huang Ze felt that he had reached the end of his crossbow.

In front of him is all the evidence of the criminal bribery just presented by Zhou Rui Pharmaceutical: including two sets of villas in Anshan Scenic Area, 8 million cash transfer records, and some Zhou Rui's equity transfer agreements that have not been signed by Criminal Conglian .

These evidences were spread out in front of him. Except for the unsigned equity agreement, the rest looked like that. Except for the money that was cleared, the remaining evidence was not direct. Before Xunlian had time to sign, the company decided not to intimidate and expose the dirty policeman.

"Inspector Huang, you have been looking at these exhibits for more than an hour." Someone reminded him, "Captain, I'm afraid I can't come?"

Huang Ze gritted his teeth.

The sentence was never connected, and Zhou Rui's death penalty captain was a dirty police officer, and it was almost time to go to work. Of course, everyone on the scene could not be detained.

What made him even more unacceptable was that after Su Fengzi had tossed Zhou Rui's high-level all night, he was sleeping on the conference table at this moment, his arm was still pressed on a piece of real estate material, and he made a slight purr.

Huang Ze's face was so cold that he put everything away from the table and threw it back to the table: "You see these as evidence, but I think these are framed by stolen goods."

He was righteous, but what he didn't expect was that the next scene became very awkward.

The sound of roaring engines from outside the building overwhelmed the quarrel in the conference room.

Everyone in the office looked blank, someone went to the window subconsciously, then opened his mouth, looked at something, and couldn't speak.

The high-performance sports car engine made a world-wide noise, and the floor-to-ceiling windows trembled.

Huang Ze frowned, listening to the sound. The sports car seemed to stop downstairs in Zhou Rui. He had a bad feeling in his mind.

At this moment, Su Fengzi was uncomfortable lying on his back, turned around, and continued to sleep, Huang Ze clearly saw a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This ... this is a sports car, whose car is our company?" Someone said overwhelmed at the window.

He immediately got up and walked two steps to the window.

The bright yellow Lamborghini sports car is arrogantly raising its doors, the linear body, the front and rear double-wishbone suspension structure, and even the barbaric rear spoiler, all of which make the sports car shine in the sun.

Huang Ze's heartbeat speeded up, and all the data of the entire sports car appeared in his mind for the first time. Men always love luxury cars. This is the model he dreams of but can't afford. He has a hot head and even walked downstairs impulse.

But the figure out of the sports car made him feel like he was dripping from the bottom of his feet with a basin of ice water.

Wrinkled clothing, a bearded face, and those sleepy eyes that seem to have just returned from a long journey ...

Although Huang Ze recognized who it was at a glance, it took him a long time to confirm that he was not mistaken.

He clenched his fist, took out his cell phone, dialed the phone, and looked downstairs.

The person standing in the middle of the square really stood and answered the phone.

A cold, low voice came from there.

That's Xinglianlian, decadent and arrogant, more like the dirty police than the dirty policemen who took bribes in the TV series!

"What the **** are you doing!" Huang Ze tried his best to restrain himself, feeling that he had just turned all the rebuttals for the sentence into a joke.

"I'm afraid to come to a meeting." Punishment never thought of it.

"Do you know how dangerous you are now!" Angrily rushed to the top of Huang Ze's head, anxiously he rushed downstairs and pulled up the prisoner's collar to ask the other party if he knew what was a critical moment, What is public eye, what is low-key convergence!

Hearing that, the police officer in the square turned back subconsciously and glanced at the coupe sports car.

At the same time, a lame old man crawled down from his seat, not forgetting to carry his bright yellow urine bag, and the old man looked at the building with a look of excitement.

Xun Lian turned his head back and was impatient: "I was in the suburbs just now, not very good for a taxi. I can only call this one." After he said it, he simply hung up the phone.

Huang Ze stood in front of the window, the glass windows reflected his iron-blue complexion, and at the same time, a long humming sounded in the quiet corner of the office.

He turned to look, his uncle pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and laughed like a winner.