Criminal Psychology

Chapter 286

No matter how good the TV is, it will become boring if you watch it for more than 12 hours.

But the TV I asked for had to be watched in pain.

Shen Lian was unpleasantly twirling around on the chair. Lin Chen sat opposite him, always keeping the posture of light clothes, and did not mean to talk to her at all.

"Advisor Lin, this is a fatigue trial, a violation of the UN human rights conventions." She finally couldn't help protesting.

Lin Chen opened her eyes half-heartedly, her dark and sleepy eyes gazed at her, but she spoke very rudely: "Miss Shen Lian, you know, I almost died of sepsis more than half a month ago. In order to save you, I also injected the right Drugs with very bad nervous system, leading to high levels of depression, and addiction symptoms. Even so, I am now dragging the sick here to accompany you, talk and coax you, you should be grateful. "

"Then I'll die, so you don't have to work so hard." Shen Lian said angrily.

Lin Chen closed her eyes, but said soberly: "You don't want to die before the results come out."

Shen Lian didn't know that when Lin Chen talked to her so casually, but her performance was slow, she could not see any symptoms of depression. She stared at Lin Chen for a while and asked, "You are sad Come, talk to me and make me happy?

Lin Chen shook her head and leaned her face to the other side, exposing a white and fragile neck line, refusing to look at her.

"Then you are not really confident about the result of the vote." She leaned forward and asked kindly.

"You've been tangled so many times over and over again with the same problem. It's you who don't have confidence." Lin Chen came here, sitting upright, pulling out the drawer with a strong self-control that can be felt by love, and pulling out the drawer. A dossier was thrown on the table, "Since you want to talk so much, let's talk about the indecent thing you suffered."

There was no basis for this turning point in the topic, so much so that Shen Lian needed some time to turn her head and face the thing on the table.

It was an old dossier with the name of the host police officer in the lower right corner of the red box on the cover—Border.

"Chen Jianguo, Yuan Yuan, and the old tramp who saved you, who do you want to talk to first?"

Shen Lian knew that they must have cleaned up her past, but such a matter was suddenly brought up by Lin Chen, and she still felt incredible: "You are really not afraid to make me unhappy."

Lin Chen sat upright, pointed to the TV and said, "After all, that is my greatest strength."

Interviews with family members of the criminals began again on the repeated broadcast.

The murderer Sun Zhen's mother is being interviewed. The woman obviously looks like a middle-aged person, but the two are pale and old and poor. She keeps telling reporters to the camera that her son really drinks too much alcohol. Missed and strangled people.

The judge has already sentenced to life imprisonment, which means that he will not die. Moreover, his son has been very obedient while serving his sentence. Immediately he can get the opportunity to reduce his sentence. The woman knelt in front of the TV and burst into tears, asking everyone to give his son a chance.

Of course, the middle-aged woman did not mention the history of Sun Zhen's repeated crimes of violent injury during the halt. In his mouth, Sun Zhen was just a little boy who made a mistake.

Shen Lian went back to God and looked at the files on the desktop, faintly feeling what Lin Chen was going to say.

"Are you satisfied with who you are now?" He asked her, but did not give her time to think, and he continued, "In general, you have done so many things to help your fellows make their own voices, It seems to be doing pretty well now, but since the anti-social personality is extremely selfish, I would like to ask, aside from the collective, are you satisfied with your present self, proud and proud that you will never regret going to death right now? "

Lin Chen stared at her cold eyes, Shen Lian found that she could not move, she wanted to find something to refute, but at this moment, her brain was inexplicably blank.

She swallowed, and wanted to let Lin Chen continue, so that she didn't have to think about it.

However, such a sharp person like Lin Chen clearly knows how to grasp all the time.

So he spent about five minutes for her to think about it. The show behind him has started to interview the family members of the victims of Sun Zhen's case.

"I'm satisfied," she said forcefully, in a determined tone.

Lin Chen nodded: "If you imagine, nothing happened, Chen Jianguo did not molest you, and the old tramp did not die. As a girl with a different personality from others, you bumped up and grew up. How would you evaluate you like that? "

Shen Lian narrowed her eyes and looked at Lin Chen coldly.

Lin Chen interrupted him before he was about to speak: "Is it your first reaction that you feel very lucky, right?" He paused and said, "I mean, if nothing happened that night, it would be great. But right? "

"But it has happened." Shen Lian licked her lips.

Lin Chen nodded: "So you finally admit that this thing changed your life?" He leaned back and said solemnly, "Just like Sun Zhen's mother who loves his son, he thought that his son was drunk and drowned." Decide everything next. "

"Of course not." Shen Lian looked at Lin Chen's condescending face. "Look, this is where we are fundamentally different. Without this, my family, my genes, and my problematic brain determined that I must be Anti-socialists are doomed to the status quo of our enemies, consultant Lin. "

"That's just your personal opinion." Lin Chen said lightly, as if those really didn't matter.

Shen Lian laughed, and she suddenly relaxed. She even wanted to thank Lin Chen for her sharp questions that finally dared to face up to these: "Admit it, consultant Lin, but in fact, born criminals are in your society. There is only a dead end. "

Lin Chen said earnestly: "You are wrong and infatuated, this is one of the false beliefs he instilled in you. In fact, people experience different events every day, so the choice will happen every moment, as long as people live, he will You have a choice. It's just that some choices are easy, some are difficult; some are chosen, and some really make a choice. "

...

When Lu Xu locked the door of the supper shop, the sky was almost on. He followed the instructions of the boss and turned left. The lighted house not far away was the polling point.

Unlike the imagination, the polls were neither too hot nor too deserted, with an inexplicable solemnity, in line with the atmosphere of the early morning.

Across the street, Lu Xu vaguely saw a sleepy journalist at the polling place, but no one had the strength to take a picture.

Sporadic old people are coming out of the polling point. Only elderly people can get up at this point. However, when he approached, he discovered that the dim figures he saw vaguely were not only among the elderly who got up early to vote. Someone who looked like an old couple was holding leaflets for distribution.

Lu Xu went to the small flowerbed at the door and was stopped.

The granny wore a lot of flowers on her head and stuffed him with a leaflet, but he probably had a fierce face. When the granny looked up at him, her eyes became subconsciously alert.

Lu Xu shrugged and walked away without paying much attention. He glanced at the leaflet by the lights of the polls.

The above is an introduction to the four criminals. He has watched a lot on the TV in the store today, and just when he was preparing to put the leaflets in his pocket, he discovered that there was a bright red blood book behind the leaflets. .

The blood book tells how usury lender Zhao Yi forced a desperate woman to engage in prostitution and ultimately led to her suicide.

There was a vague cry from my grandmother in the wind: "Zhao Yi is killing my granddaughter, please, you kind people, that beast is deserving of the crime! My granddaughter owes him so much money to treat my old lady . It should be my old lady who died, not my poor little granddaughter, please, please, please! "

The old man knelt down, and the old lady who came to vote persuaded her. Those crying, miserable complaints and exhortations were upsetting.

Lu Xu looked at the scene and suddenly remembered that his mother seemed to have kneeled in the police station like this.

The woman could not do it with a physical bribe, and she knelt before the police, begging law enforcement officers to give his son another chance, but it was clear that the strict rules would not be changed by a woman's knee.

But today, it may change due to the kneeling of an old woman.

Lu Xu felt that this was very frustrating, but there was a feeling of boredom that could not be said, but he is here to get revenge, so he did not hesitate to choose to go straight to the polls and never turn back.

It's too early, and few people are standing in line at the polls.

In the innermost place, there is a dark blue shed separated by a rainproof cloth. If you open the curtain and vote, no one knows what you have chosen.

Lu Xu presented his identity card to the staff. After passing the inspection, the staff handed him a ballot paper for simple inspection. The above question was that he could almost fall into obsession.

-I will vote for the execution of four criminals who have not previously been sentenced to death in order to save more.

A. Yes

B. No

Lu Xu looked at the government workers around him, looked at the old man who came out of the curtain, and finally looked down at the multiple-choice question on the ballot. There was a sense of truth and absurdity that had never been seen before.

The staff member gently pushed his shoulders, signalling that he could go in and vote.

He walked blankly into the shed like a string puppet.

It was really a small space where only one person could stand, and the lights were dim, and a fat man like him was even more depressed. In front of him is a surveillance camera. On the table is a simple pencil and a locked voting bucket. He peeks his head over the voting bucket and glances at it. He can only see layers of snow-white paper.

Lu Xu put his ballot on the table and looked at the blunt 2b pencil, still feeling incredible. As long as he picked up the pen, it could indirectly determine the life and death of Qian Bao?

He felt that he had no reason not to blacken the word "yes", but when he was about to reach for a pencil, he always felt that the pen was as heavy as ever, and he found that he even took up the courage nothing.

In the distance, the old lady's cry came faintly, making this small one more quiet.

This is probably the first time that Lu Xu has lived a small life, and the world feels so heavy and quiet, so quiet that people like him can still ask themselves at this moment: This is obviously a natural choice, but why You ca n’t choose "yes"?

The light was still on, the pencil was still on, and no one came to urge him.

Time flows meaninglessly, and gradually, Lu Xu seems to see his whole life.

He saw the silly boy standing on the pier who didn't know what to do with the police, saw himself constantly pressed by the police to the ground after that, saw the judge opening and closing the prison door again and again. In the end, all these complicated pictures disappeared, and they were frozen in the simplest moment.

A young prison guard patted him on the shoulder and said, "Be a good person and never come back again."

It was only when he was so quiet that he finally realized what it meant to say that he could make calluses in his ears. This is not a procedural farewell, nor a false exhortation, but a sincere expectation.

"Take a good makeover and be a new person."

This is probably the world's fairest opportunity for every prisoner who doesn't sin, and it's the same that all views come together to form the greatest goodwill. He had enjoyed such forgiveness many times, but at that time, he didn't think he had any chance.

Lu Xu looked at the paper on the table, and he felt that he no longer needed to think about it.

When he got out of the polls, Lu Xu still cried.

The old man who distributed leaflets in the morning light was stingy and staggered.

There was a faint light of the setting sun in the distance. He looked up and looked at the faint ray of sky light. He wanted to tell his 17-year-old himself--but don't run to the dock to pick up the goods for fifty dollars.