Criminal Psychology

It was a river that stretched among the green hills.

In the rainy season, the river water is turbulent and turbulent, but it is just a turbid thin stream against the backdrop of the rugged green mountains on both sides of the river.

Like the snot shed by the old man, it was rotten and smelly.

This is the ordinary first impression of the Minjiang River, but this impression does not originate from the Minjiang River itself, but because of some buildings around the Minjiang River.

Looking up, you can see the power grid across the sky and the concrete facade soaring into the clouds, and when you walk in front of it, the only thought is awe.

This is the Minjiang First Prison, which holds more than 95% of the heavy prisoners in the province. Most of them will not be able to breathe free air again in their lifetime.

However, Yan Guiqiu is not the same as those people, because he is lucky, he belongs to the remaining 5%.

He was a thief, a habitual thief, and it was common for him to go to and from the detention center, but he was the first to be put into Minjiang First Prison.

To be honest, he was good at technology, and he was never greedy for stealing things. This time he was arrested because of bad luck. At that time, to avoid his temporary homeowner, he jumped onto the air-conditioning outside machine and accidentally fell off the fifth floor. Fortunately, only one leg was broken.

But the judge probably felt that he could not be killed, and he was sentenced to a maximum sentence, so that he could "care for the wounds" in prison.

Today is the 350th day of Yan Guiqiu's sentence in the first prison. That is to say, he will be released from prison after less than a week.

He was probably too excited. At noon, he ate a lot. He didn't fall asleep during the siesta. When the wind blew in the afternoon, he dragged that bad leg and bent on the playground.

The most fierce thorn in the entire prison is on the parallel bars in the northeast corner, and the second most difficult black boss is in the southwest corner wall. Yan Guiqiu only took a glance to determine his own curve. A prisoner like him must be low-key and cautious, and it is best to be as unobtrusive as a black mouse.

About 10 minutes after he walked, there was a commotion in the northeast corner.

Two prison guards appeared beside the parallel bars in the northeast corner, as if talking to a thorny head.

Yan Guiqiu looked for a while, like walking in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head, his leg was aching, and when he looked up again, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone missing from the southwest corner wall.

Hei Boss is gone ...

Thinking of this, Yan Guiqiu turned back abruptly, and saw that the parallel bars on the northeast corner were just as empty.

Yan Guiqiu always felt bad. It was not a good thing that the two big men were taken away for no reason at the same time. At this moment, Yan Guiqiu felt someone patted his shoulder.

He turned around and saw someone standing behind him.

The uniform was straight and his eyes were cold.

It was a face he had never seen before.

...

The more people, the quieter sometimes.

The subway cars are full of people. The office workers and school students are crowded together. The air smells of the unique smell of egg eggs, leather and resin seats. The smell is mixed and sultry.

The carriage seemed to have been crushed by some heavy news, there was no sound, no one talked, everyone looked down at the cell phone.

The sound of the wall-mounted TV is extremely low, so in the compartment, you can only hear the depressing sound of the wheels rolling over the rails.

The girl in the maple uniform was squeezed into the corner by a group of office workers, and she shrank back toward the angle between the door and the seat.

Although she was on the subway together, her classmates were far away from her. After all, no one was willing to go to school with a student who had committed a crime.

The girl's face was attached to the unopened door, and the window was a dark subway tunnel. She closed her eyes and slept with short black hair. She looked more like a cold young man, but she was indeed a girl.

Silence and depression continued.

A subway tunnel passed through a dark tunnel, and shiny billboards finally appeared on both sides, and the girl's white jade-like face was colored in various colors.

Maybe it's because of the light, or it's because the train has finally stopped, and the exchange of people to and from the train brings a glimmer of flowing air to the sweltering subway cars.

The quiet car for a long time was agitated again.

The commotion had no cause, only from everyone who was upset.

High school students caught in the aisle began to talk, they lowered their voices, exchanged information on the mobile phone screen, and whispered.

You don't even have to listen, just look at that expression to know what they are talking about.

"If you really let you vote, where would you choose?" The female high school student with a ponytail finally brushed up Weibo, she took the handrail and asked another person around her.

"I rely on you to whisper, and you are like this, ask me first without saying."

"I'll just ask you, then I think the most correct way is to abstain." With the gradually noisy car atmosphere, the girls' volume gradually increased. "If everyone abstains, that's fine."

The other person said in a low voice, "You don't vote, you put the right of choice in the pervert, that's what that person said."

"He said you just listen, do you really want to vote, you made a choice is to kill indirectly, no one is qualified to determine the lives of others." The female student's volume was amplified again, impassioned.

It was like someone put a handbrake on the noisy cabin atmosphere, and it was quiet around me.

The surrounding passengers pretended to be busy with their own affairs, but seemed to be glancing at the girl who spoke. Perhaps she felt the attention of the people around her, and the girl student was more courageous. She continued to preach: "This is a moral game. He just wants us to kill each other. There is no solution at all. Since there is no solution, then we have everything. Don't make mistakes if you don't do it, this is the best choice! "

In the sweltering and depressing subway space, the words of female students were loud.

Everyone in the subway who heard these words came up with such and such thoughts, but no one would discuss morality and law with a little **** the subway, because it had nothing to do with them.

So I will refute the little girl, only the little girl, full of spirit, very sharp little girl.

The next moment, someone opened the corner between the seat and the door.

"That's not right," she said.

The voice was bland but cool, the passengers looked subconsciously, but only saw a thin girl who was pressed in the corner.

The girl had short hair and amber eyes, and when she narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her lips, you only felt that she was laughing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The ponytail girl who was criticized by name rolled her lips, as if receiving a great insult: "Fang Aizi!"

"Ah, it's me." Fang Aizi said while standing upright, backing the backpack lazily wrapped in the arms.

The girl with ponytails stunned, as if there was a conspiracy or something else, so they mixed it up and said coldly, "I didn't understand what you were saying!"

"I said you were wrong," Fang Aizi repeated.

"What's wrong with me."

"You are not eligible."

"Why do you say I'm not qualified!" The ponytail girl was still angry. "Everyone has the freedom to express opinions, why can't you let me speak!"

"Because, not everyone has the right to let others stop and listen to what he said." Fang Aizi paused, calmly, "At least you don't."

"You seem to have what you said. What are you, a bad girl who has been in a youth school?"

"Of course I don't." Fang Aizi was bored by the little girl-like quarrel. She said, "But I think if she makes a choice, it's her choice. You can't because it doesn't suit your mind He accused others of indirect killing. "Fang Aizi paused and said," Killing is a serious crime. "

"You are so justified, then you say what we should do now!" The ponytail girl gritted her teeth and asked again.

The radio jingled, the train was about to enter the station, and the sound sounded, like knocking on all the dull and depressed hearts.

Everyone looked at the girl again, but this time, they were no longer gossip and curious, they really wanted to hear something useful from that mouth.

However they were disappointed.

The girl frowned, and finally shook her head, Chen said, "I don't know."

"You don't know yet!" The ponytail girl frowned.

Fang Aizi said nothing.

The desire to get answers failed, and the passengers' mood became dull and sad again.

They are just ordinary people.

Ordinary people like them have ordinary relatives, friends, and teachers. They have this or that common concern with this city or that city. Therefore, they are not even as determined as high school girls. When they have to make a decision, They really don't know how to choose.

Difficult choices tormented everyone, the air stagnated again, and the sides of the windows finally lit up.

The train stopped, the guardrail was opened, and the door was opened. The short-haired girl was carrying a schoolbag and slowly walked out of the car following the dull flow of people.

But all of a sudden, she seemed to think of something. She didn't look back and didn't look at anyone anymore. She just looked up at the old lamps at the old subway station and said, "But I think someone will always know what to do."

The girl's voice was crystal clear, and the TV screen lit slowly in the not-so-deep underground space.

The female anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV sat quietly in front of the anchor stage, and slowly pulled out a piece of ordinary communication paper with the Hongjing City Bureau head up from an old-style kraft paper envelope.

She glanced down at the letter paper, then raised her head, Zhu lips lightened, and said calmly, "Hello, Zhan Xinjia."