Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen was speechless for a moment, but that was only for a short time.

Without much emotion or admiration, he reached out to Xun Conglian directly: "Call me."

As soon as Huang Ze hung up, he heard the ringing ring again.

"Huang Ze, my business, I need you to do it?"

He felt a little ironic when he heard the peaceful voice again in the microphone. However, after the irony, he actually felt a strange sense of peace of mind. However, for several years, he opposed Lin Chen's tit-for-tat, which made him almost subconsciously. A mocking tone was spoken: "Oh? Consultant Lin, the new officer, will be set on fire?"

Lin Chen's fingers gently rubbed over on the phone. He paid tribute to Xun Lianlian, and then stepped out of the door.

"Huang Ze, I need you to do one thing."

Lin Chen's voice was very low, and she did not care about Huang Ze's sarcasm. Her voice was as calm and clear as ever.

In the parking lot, Huang Ze stood outside the crowd. Hearing the key point, he looked up and looked at the bus driver who was previously rescued.

Because Huang Ze kept his head down, his face was somber, and he was not talking to the other end of the phone, so when he suddenly looked up, Jiang Zhe soon realized that something had happened.

Jiang Zhe saw Huang Ze wear the Bluetooth headset back in his pocket, and hurried forward a few steps, holding Huang Ze: "Inspector Huang, when do you start negotiations?"

Looking at Jiang Zhe ’s explosive curly hair, Huang Ze had an indescribable feeling of nausea and stickiness, but there were many media on the spot, and he had to be patient; "Jiang Zhe, this case does not require your participation Now. "

"Inspector Huang, you can't do this. It is obvious that Lin Chen and Xun Lian are going to fight for power!" Although Huang Ze had anticipated a change in attitude in advance, Jiang Zhe only felt nervous and panicked at the moment of sentencing.

Huang Ze pulled Jiang Zhe's hand and walked towards the driver of the bus. The driver was sitting on a small chair near the parking lot, drinking hot water, and giving some media interviews.

Seeing that Huang Ze felt so ironed that he would listen to Lin Chen, Jiang Zhe suddenly raised the volume: "Did you forget Lin Chen's last time as a negotiator, what happened in the end?

His voice was very loud. Not only did he successfully stop Huang Ze, but even the reporters on the side also looked sideways.

Huang Ze turned his back, the police boots were bright, and the police uniforms were straight. He said, "Jiang Zhe, don't you think, have I heard too much of these words?"

Huang Ze approached the driver and patted the shoulders of the two reporters, motioning them to avoid.

The driver raised his head, and there was not much gratitude to the person who had just risked his life to save him: "Mr. Police Officer, are you doing anything?" He asked.

Huang Ze leaned a little, leaned close to the middle-aged driver, and said, "I want to inform you that the police have located the kidnapper and the special police are on their way. The hostages should be rescued soon. do not worry."

Huang Ze's voice didn't fall, the driver suddenly became nervous, Rao was Huang Ze, and he could see the flashing meaning in the other's eyes.

The driver's lips trembled slightly, thinking about it, and then asked uneasily, "What will you do to him?"

"The special policemen we sent are the best snipers. Once we grasp the movement of the kidnappers, we can quickly kill him!" Huang Ze spoke quickly and looked indifferent.

"Don't hurt him!" The driver blurted out hearing this.

Huang Ze's sharp eyes remained in the driver's worried eyes, but he said nothing more. He straightened his waist, turned around and walked for a few steps. Then he held down the headset and asked, "Are you clear?"

"Very clearly." Lin Chen paused, and did not hang up immediately. He said, "Huang Ze, thank you."

Huang Ze thought, what do you thank me for.

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Lin Chen hung up the phone, returned to the room, and was surprised to see that Xun Conglian winked at him. He glanced over several people in the office, and finally fell on the chairman's face.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asked.

The chairman slammed the table: "I'm used to your bureaucratic style, fighting for power and gaining profits. What are you doing? Why don't you call the kidnappers?"

If there is anyone who is most worried that the matter cannot be resolved satisfactorily, it is probably the chairman of Hongjing Expressway. After all, he is the main and direct person in charge of the expressway. He has previously delayed police work. At this moment, he is better than anyone else. Anxious.

Lin Chen sighed slightly, turned back, filled another half cup of hot water by the water dispenser, and handed it to the chairman.

He said, "Please relax."

About Lin Chen was too calm, or someone was born to calm people's hearts. The chairman subconsciously put his hand on the paper cup that was just handed over, and the cup was printed with a few words of Hongjing high-speed souvenir, and he looked up again, his tone softened slightly.

"Actually, the kidnapper wants us to call him, because we hope that after experiencing the hostage crisis and the bomb crisis, we will become nervous and anxious, so that we can be more easily manipulated by him and promised him the conditions." Lin Chen returned to the sofa. At the same time, the dynasty consciously moved him to a vacant seat. "But initiative is important. If we discover his message and make him the person waiting, he will have the same emotional experience."

The chairman was said to be a little embarrassed: "I was in a hurry, but even if it made him like me, it wouldn't do much good. What if he hurts the child in a hurry?"

Lin Chen lowered his eyes slightly. He unlocked the phone, looked at the time and battery, and said, "First, I have to wait for him to speak first, and second, he won't."

Lin Chen's tone was very light, and he didn't say anything. He pressed the string of numbers that he had already remembered, and then looked at the technicians around him.

The dynasty told Lin Chen how to turn on the phone recording function, test the tracking and positioning system again, and handed Lin Chen a headset.

Lin Chen nodded, and divided half of the earphones to the Captain next to him.

The earphone cable is not long. He is close to Xun Cong. He took the microphone that comes with the headphone to his lips. For convenience, Xing Conglian turned his head to his side, and put it closer to him.

The warm breath came from the side of the face, and it smelled of clean mint tobacco. Lin Chen stabilized his breath and pressed the call button.

Toot ... toot ...

The waiting tone came again and again, five consecutive rings, and the call was connected.

There was a silence inside and out of the headset, and then a light and slow breathing sound gradually sounded.

Lin Chen didn't speak, he was waiting.

So the kidnappers spoke.

The voice was soft and polite, like a noble son with a good family and elegant manners, without the violent atmosphere that a kidnapper should have.

He said, "Mr. Jiang, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xing Cong opened his eyes wide and looked at Lin Chen with a stunned look. He suddenly understood that what Lin Chen said was to wait for the other party to speak first. When people are waiting, they will become nervous and anxious, and those who are nervous and anxious are most likely to make mistakes.

Lin Chen didn't even breathe halfway. He didn't seem to care about the title exposed by the kidnapper. He didn't admit it or deny it. He just held the microphone on the headset line and smiled slightly, his voice was very quiet and peaceful. :"Hello there."

On the other side of the phone, a chuckle came, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Before I speak to you, I also need to prepare well." Lin Chen simply resolved the other party's doubts, just like face to face, saying a very ordinary sentence.

"How does Swiss sugar taste?" The boy over the phone asked with a smile.

"Before I had time to taste it, the sugar was packed and sent to the exhibit." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"That's a shame. Lemon-flavored Swiss candies are awesome. I think you should try them."

"That's a good idea." Lin Chen's fingers gently wrapped around the earphone cable half a circle, and then said, "It's a bit cold, have you eaten at noon?"

"Haha, I ate the snacks brought by the children." The boy laughed and said, "Mr. Jiang, you really want to ask, where are we?"

"Then would it be convenient for you to tell me?" Lin Chen didn't care about such a slight provocation at all. He followed the topic and asked casually.

"Well, do you negotiate with the kidnappers, don't you follow the phone? If you use the triangle positioning of the base station, you should know where I am soon?"

Hearing that Lin Chen looked at Xunlian Lian, and Xunlian Lian had brought it to the computer. Then he moved the computer screen to Lin Chen like a ghost. The red dot on the screen had stabilized and showed clearly. At this time, the kidnappers were in the reeds covering the sky next to the Hongjing Expressway.

Even though it was Lin Chen, she was a little surprised, but before he spoke, there was a soft and tender girl voice like marshmallow on the end of the phone. The girl seemed to be thinking of something, and the voice stumbled, but she was very clear and serious: "Uncle, I hope you will bring the results to me in ninety minutes. "

The tender voice turned around in Lin Chen's auricle. It was so sweet that almost a thin piece of sugar was pulled out. Lin Chen turned the headphone cord again without asking what was the result. He leaned closer to the microphone and said lightly: "Let's make an agreement."

"What promise?"

"I will bring you what you want, but please also, please ensure the safety of the children." Lin Chen's voice was very serious and solemn, and the smile on her lips disappeared.

"Ms. Jiang seems to have a good idea?" On the other side of the phone, a slight laugh came.

"Actually not." Lin Chen sat upright with a straight back, "I just think ..."

"What do you think?" The teenager seemed funny and couldn't help asking.

"I think you live a painful life, and people with a conscience and moral bottom line always live a bit more painful."

The teenager on the other side of the phone didn't seem to expect to hear such an answer. He was quiet for a while before he said again: "Mr. Jiang, I suddenly felt that I wanted to look at you." He seemed to have opened some wrapping paper, then stuffed the candy into his mouth, and said, "See you in ninety minutes later, please bring those journalist friends together."

After speaking, he hung up the phone easily, as if Lin Chen heard the sound of air kiss from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Jiang, Jiang Zhe?" Xun Cong took off his earplugs and tapped the slender knuckles. "No wonder, there are so many reporters today."

"Maybe it was used." Lin Chen moved her hand to the warm water cup and sighed softly, "It's really a smart boy."