Criminal Psychology

A reporter is the most informed person in the world.

Therefore, the first person to learn about the disappearance of the Fengjing School tourist bus was not Huang Ze, but a female reporter from the provincial and Taiwan daily news broadcasts.

At that time, they had just finished the interview at the scene of the bus hijacking and were preparing to return to work.

The female reporter tapped and held the mobile phone and walked quietly to him, saying: "Supervisor Huang, my friend in the city bureau said that something has happened in the sky, and you asked me to be exclusive with this, and I will not tell others.

Huang Ze looked at the woman's delicate makeup and felt an inexplicable sourness in her heart.

Sure enough, so what else can it do?

Like ants sending messages or bee colonies dancing to each other, the news that the entire class of students in the first grade of Fengjing School disappeared quickly spread among the reporters.

For a reporter, what could be more exciting than seeing another big event during the interview?

Huang Ze was besieged in the center of the microphone and camera, and could only answer in official tone: "Police are still investigating the case, and relevant details are not convenient to disclose."

However, how can human beings block reporters' tentacles, so instead of letting these tentacles stretch uncontrollably, it is better to keep them under control.

So Huang Ze took these reporters and went to the Dome Mountain together.

On the way to Langchuan Rest Station, they found that a lot of cars were swarming from Langchuan. The rest station manager had a dignified face, drove the passing vehicles at the intersection, interviewed the car behind him, and even grabbed him. Before, he entered the rest station, and when he got out of the car, a cameraman took out the machine and started shooting.

Huang Ze took a deep breath, and the air was mixed with strange smells, the smell of rice dumplings, the smell of Oden, and the tender aroma of babies when they were drinking milk. They were all wrapped in a strong smell of gasoline. Around him, more and more The vehicle began to evacuate. He raised his eyes in all directions, his exhaust was in the same place as the smoke screen, and the staff wearing a badge ran towards him, his face full of anxiety.

He knew that something had happened here.

He also knew that Lin Chen and the police had guessed again.

Coincidentally, when he thinks of the other person, the other person seems to think of him.

The personal cell phone in his pants pocket started to vibrate.

He took out his mobile phone and looked down. It was an unknown number. The place of ownership was Hongjing.

Few people know his private phone

"Hello there."

In the surveillance hall of Hongjing Expressway, the indifferent voice of Huang inspector came from the phone. The dynasty held his mobile phone, and was weeping.

Xing Lianlian gave him a glance and took the call.

It seemed that there was no response. On the LED screen, Huang Ze in a police uniform slightly tilted his head and whispered, "Where are you?"

This question is too familiar, and there is always an awkward mood in the tone. The prisoner lifted up slightly from the corner of his lips, looked up at the big screen, and said, "Hello inspector Huang."

A low, slightly hoarse voice reached Huang Ze's ear. Suddenly, there was a bad feeling in his heart, and his brows frowned slightly.

"First of all, thank you very much for the arrival of Supervisor Huang and your media friends behind you. There is a small matter that needs your help." Xun's eyes moved to the huge LED display in front of him, and the corner of the parking lot was visible on the screen. School bus. His tone was calm and calm: "I think you should already know that Fengjing School lost a tourist bus full of students earlier, so if you look towards nine o'clock, you should find a spray-painted blue cloud The tourist bus is the one that was lost in the school. The problem now is that the bus driver is being strapped to his seat by a timed bomb ... "

Hearing this, Huang Ze suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of nine o'clock. Then, he stepped forward and began to run. He ran fast, but asked insignificant questions in his mouth: "Xing Conglian, why would you Have my personal number? "

Upon hearing this, Xun Conglian glanced at Lin Chen and said, "Special incidents, so some special means were used."

"Oh, timed bombing, special means?" Huang Ze smiled mockingly at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to perceive it, looked up at the camera in the corner of the parking lot, and said, "Give the phone to Lin Chen."

In the monitoring hall, Lin Chen stood aside. He noticed the sudden gaze of Xun Conglian and looked at the captain of the Interpol captain's expression, and he extended his hand.

Huang Ze was standing directly in front of the tourist bus. In the car, the driver's face was like gold foil and sweating, and he was struggling on the front seat. On the driver's chest, the red timer was backing up every second. Seeing this scene, his heart There was an inexplicable anger: "Xun Conglian, are you very proud?"

However, the response there was no longer a low, husky male voice, but it became clear and peaceful: "Huang Ze."

Huang Ze thought it was ridiculous: "Lin Chen, you said that something will happen at high speed, but something really happened at high speed. I even have to doubt that all this is arranged by you."

In front of the large LED screen, Lin Chen's face was stained with extremely bright blue-green by the light of the screen. Upon hearing this, he looked up slightly, his eyes were not angry, but he was full of deep disappointment: "Shut up Huangze, I There is no time to discuss conspiracy theories with you. "His voice was cold." You look at the bus driver in front of you. If you don't want to save him, please turn your head and leave immediately. "

"What is it, do you give me an ethical problem? Let me go down without the protective measures and see if I will use my life to gamble on me and the driver and our lives?"

"No, this is not an ethical issue." Lin Chen paused and said, "Saving people is just your duty."

I have to say that in persuading others, Lin Chen has an absolute advantage.

"That is to say, if I don't save him, I will be a mischievous coward." On the other side of the phone, Huang Ze sneered and said, "Say, what do you want me to do?"

Lin Chen returned the phone to Xing Conglian. The Captain of the Interpol was already stunned.

Xing Xun connected to the phone and stabilized his breath: "Inspector Huang, this bus is located at the monitoring dead end. In the reporter you brought, someone must have a camera with wireless transmission function. Please ask him to connect the camera. The wifi network of the rest station, we need to see live images of the scene. "

"Oh, then."

"Then ..." Xun Conglian was a little embarrassed: "Please point the camera lens at that timed bomb. We need you to dismantle this bomb / bomb yourself ..."

"it is good."

In the picture, the reporters in the parking lot are running towards Huang Ze.

Huang Ze was surrounded by the crowd. He didn't know what to say. Some reporters turned scared and ran away. Some of the bold reporters ran to get a wireless camera for Huang Ze, and some people pointed the camera directly at the camera. Huang Ze.

Suddenly, there was some quarrel in the crowd, and it became a bit chaotic.

Xing Conglian fed the microphone twice and vaguely heard what Huang Ze was talking about.

Later, another voice was inserted forcefully.

"Huang Shao, you can't take risks!"

The speaker is an earlier time, psychologist Jiang Zhe, who believed that the car hijacking was nothing but a prank of rebellious youth.

Jiang Zhe tightly held Huang Ze's sleeve. He knew very well that if Huang Ze really risked dismantling the bombs in case of any danger, then he who brought Huang Ze into such dangerous places would definitely bear the Huang family. A hundred times angry.

"Don't you say that this is just a prank, then, shouldn't I be in any danger?" Huang Ze looked at the psychologist next to him and smiled slightly ironically.

"Yeah, yeah, teacher Jiang, then the regular bombing in the car is also a way for the" robber thief "to attract the purpose. Can you analyze where the children in the car have gone?"

The reporters' long guns and short guns quickly moved from Huang Zhecha to Jiang Zhe's mouth.

"No, no, the robber's behavior has escalated. This is no longer a simple teenage rebellious behavior. I suspect that the teenager is likely to be an antisocial personality disorder! His violentness and aggressiveness are rooted in his genes He did all this to satisfy his criminal pleasure. He might be watching us through surveillance. The more people die, the stronger his pleasure, so Huang Shao, you see why he took the bus Stop near the gas station, because he wants to blow up everything here, and he will have a large number of casualties. Even if you dismantle the bomb, you will not succeed, because he will definitely do something on the regular bomb! " Jiang Zhe speaks very quickly, because of his words, some reporters who were still prepared to stick to it will start to panic.

However, Huang Ze still looked like an indifferent person. Jiang Zhe was very clear. Lin Chen must have said something to Huang Ze on the phone call just now.

He was suddenly excited. He snatched Huang Ze's mobile phone and yelled at the phone: "Lin Chen, if you really want to take revenge on the Huang family, everything will come to me. Don't let innocent people die!"

In the monitoring hall on the other side of the mobile phone, Jiang Zhe's impassioned voice passed through the public hall and almost spread throughout the hall.

All eyes in the hall shot at Lin Chen together.

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian, and Xing Conglian also looked at him.

It was found that the other end of the phone was silent, and Zhe Jiang was preparing to win, but suddenly he heard a question.

"Jiang Zhe, can you memorize it again?"

As if punching into cotton or Mars falling into the water, Jiang Zhe just felt a sigh of relief in his chest: "What's on his back?"

"Can you recite the diagnostic criteria for personality disorders in ds 丨 m-iv-tr?"

"What's that!" Jiang Zhe blurted out, "Lin Chen, stop playing tricks!"

"Ds 丨 m-iv-tr That is the" Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Illness "revised by the American Psychiatric Association in 2000. It is one of the most authoritative diagnostic manuals for mental illness in the world. Since you think the suspect is an antisocial personality disorder Then, please memorize the diagnostic criteria. "

Jiang Zhe's face turned red: "Who would endorse in this case, would you be great?"

"Yes, do you want to listen?"