Criminal Psychology

Anyone who has some status is always unhappy when questioned.

Ke Hao was very humble and even ashamed. He folded his hands, looked at Lin Chen, and sent him to hug his thigh.

I have to say that this trick is very useful.

The originally unsmiling young man bowed his head, took the evidence bag on the table, and replied carefully: "These white quartz sands should come from the sand table. There is a type of therapy in psychotherapy, called sand table games, which is roughly used Such white sand and many ornaments explore and integrate the human mind. "He seemed to be thinking about something, speaking slowly and carefully." If there is no Taobao, a complete set of sandbox therapy equipment will cost more than 20,000 yuan. There are only a handful of manufacturers and distributors, but now it will be very difficult for you to trace the source of Baisha. "

The young man's voice was a little light, but whether it was the peaceful eyebrows or the correct posture, the policeman with a beard on his face was stunned.

What should I say, in the face of absolute professionalism, all speculations seem too ridiculous.

Xun Lianlian was hard to come by and was somewhat ashamed.

However, his shame lasted only a few seconds, and was broken by the youth's next words.

"You let me go and promise not to appear in front of me in the future, and I will tell you where the sand is coming from."

"Okay." The criminal policeman didn't hesitate and replied quickly. After that, he supported his chin with one hand and looked at the young man sitting on the interrogation chair with interest.

This time, Lin Chen was surprised. He stared seriously at the dark green eyes of the policeman, and seemed to be able to see the sincerity and integrity from the inside. He said, "The sand in the hand of the fat man was stolen from my house. But the white sand beside the rest of the body, I really did not know. "

Xun Lian nodded his head, a look that really looked like this.

Lin Chen didn't speak any more. He glanced at his brother, stood up, and wanted to leave.

Xing Cong leaned back on the back of his chair, arms folded in both hands, but meaningfully looked at the young man's slightly thin back. There was no other movement. It seemed as if he really had to keep his promise.

Just then, a slight vibration came from both him and Fu Hao.

The two looked at each other and each picked up the phone.

"Mr. Lin." Xing Conglian held the microphone and suddenly called Lin Chen. "We will go to the Central Park when we can drop you home, just wait a moment." He said naturally, without flaws. It is impossible to refuse.

If you know that the so-called drop-off is to go to the scene of the murder first, Lin Chen will definitely not get on the Jeep of Xunlian.

The incident occurred in Central Park. The deceased was a young man in his 30s who exercised in the park and fell off the rings. The cause of death may be a skull base fracture.

At this time it was completely dark, the street lights were thin, and the camphor tree in the park swayed gently in the wind. In the night, the yellow warning line drawn by the police was particularly clear. There were so many people around the cordon that it was completely impossible to see what was going on inside.

Xun Lian stepped on the foot brake and parked the car outside the crowd. He took off his police uniform, pulled up the handbrake, and lowered the window. Before the people in the car reacted, he quickly locked the car door.

"Mr. Lin, please wait for a while." He said, flying a kiss towards the person sitting in the car, running away chicly.

Lin Chen was sitting in the jeep, and the night breeze ran across the window. Fu Hao didn't know how to explain it, but he said in horror: "Brother, don't be angry, the captain is probably trying to send you home. Others are not bad It is because people have a quarter of Russian origin and a quarter of Italian origin.

"The two bloodlines are mixed, and basically can't produce normal people." Lin Chen gazed at the back of the man and said so.

Xing Lianlian certainly could not hear Lin Chen's evaluation of him.

As a human with complex descent, he is a perfect example of being able to bend and stretch. He grabbed his hair, lit a cigarette, mixed with the crowd, and stood next to an aunt wearing a square dance dress.

"Auntie, what's going on, so many policemen." The Captain of the Interpol sipped a cigarette, poking at the aunt next to him in horror and curiosity.

"Dead man!" Aunt speaking non-standard Mandarin, she said to her from the ear.

"Who died, this is a big deal!"

"Isn't it a big deal? I can see it every day. I still exercised with him yesterday." Speaking of gossip, the aunt was very enthusiastic. Come here, "said Aunt, and the aunt bent down to demonstrate with excitement." That's the way it is, and then the rings are broken. Why don't they just fall off and die! "

"That's terrible!" Xing Lianying reconciled.

"It's more than terrible. His face was so scary. Eyes were about to fall out. The scream was easy to hear ten miles away."

"You mean, he wasn't dead when he fell?" Xun Lianlian suddenly realized something.

"No, let's move him. He was still at that time!"

"The aunt just said that the rings broke suddenly and no one died on the spot."

Xun Lian was near the window on the side of Lin Chen, holding a cigarette in his hand. Although he was talking to Fu Hao inside, the words seemed to be told to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen leaned on the back of her chair, her eyes closed slightly, as if she had fallen asleep.

One person talked in the night breeze, and the other was a half-true half sleep in the night.

Fu Hao was about to be burned by the weird atmosphere between the two, and quickly stepped forward: "Is it an accident?"

Xun never answered, but looked at Lin Chen: "This will not be concluded until the Forensics Department has finished the investigation."

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, took the door, straightened up, his eyes were cold, and along his line of sight, he could pass through the crowd and saw the scene where the life case had just been issued.

It's dark, the lights are flashing, and the fitness equipment is glowing blue.

These equipment are scattered and stand. They are standard equipment such as uneven bars and sit-ups. They are not old and they are smooth in some places, but there are no signs of rust or damage. Only in the most corners, the ring stand stood alone, one hung in the air, and the other fell to the ground.

Under the ring, which seems to be strewn with scattered blood, is a piece of sand formed by the degradation of the turf.

Lin Chen glanced at Conglian. The two were so close together that they could almost feel each other's breath.

In the night, the punishment was explored from the bottom of his eyes.

"I was at the police station at the time of the incident," Lin Chen said, "so the killer was not me."

"Mr. Lin said, I don't understand very well." Xing Conglian took an oropharynx and threw a cigarette **** on the ground and killed him.

The same is sand.

In this city, cases that have nothing to do with sand have been happening for several consecutive days. This may be a coincidence, and it is very likely that the case today is an accident in itself.

But Lin Chen made it clear that the killer was not me.

This made the prisoner Conglian have to be vigilant.

The night was cool and the temperature inside the jeep was lower.

Xun Conglian went to question the police officers at the survey site. Although this sandy land is small, it is also vast enough. Police officers from the Forensics Section said that no special conditions had been found in this sandy land.

Sitting in the car, Fu Hao secretly stabbed Brother Xi's waist: "Brother, you want to secretly tell the old prisoner that this is not an accident and just say it, otherwise we may go down and see if there is a new discovery."

Lin Chen looked back out of the window, looking towards Fu Hao, with a serious and solemn tone: "If you have a good relationship with the Captain of the Penalty, please help me tell him what happened to me today, please do n’t let anyone know . "

Fu Hao opened his mouth and just wanted to speak, but Lin Chen interrupted him.

"I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."