Criminal Psychology

The world is huge and there are many stories here. You have to find an answer in thousands of stories, which is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

Lin Chen followed Xing Cong Lian. He originally wanted the other person to be so reasonable and hurried. He was probably in a hurry to find the answer. Unexpectedly, Xing Cong Lian took him around the parking lot and went straight to the management center. canteen.

After time has passed, the window for cooking in the cafeteria is already closed. In the small supermarket at the door, the cat and the old aunt watching the shop doze off together, without even turning on the lights.

The punishment turned around from the small supermarket, and when it came out, two more bowls of instant noodles with fresh hot water were added, and they were braised beef flavor.

Lin Chen wanted to help, but Xun Conglian tapped his elbow with his elbow.

Lin Chen then realized that, reaching into the pocket of the mixed-race young man's long trench coat, without accident, he felt a box of unopened cigarettes.

When people are irritable, about smoking addiction will indeed become much larger. So he patiently opened the plastic package, pulled out one, and put it into the mouth of Xun Lian, and Xun Lian turned a half circle again, letting him hold the lighter in his other pocket, then lowered his head slightly, and put the cigarette in his hand. .

With a click, the flame ignited the cigarette. In the dark space, the eyes of the mixed-race young man drooped down, and the eyelashes were somewhat long. The eyes covered by the slender eyelashes were green and clear, which was an ordinary one. In motion, Lin Chen felt that his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He retracted his hand, and naturally put the lighter back in his pocket.

Xun Lian took a deep breath and was suddenly satisfied. He did not speak, smoking very seriously, and then took Lin Chen back to the car.

He put down two bowls of instant noodles, patted the hood, patted him, and asked, "Can I go up?"

The torture drove the off-road vehicle. The chassis was very high. Lin Chen was a little speechless. I thought I could n’t get on. Can you hold me up? He thought, holding the lid with one hand, and stepping on the bumper. Up and sat on the hood.

When he sat still, he discovered why Xun Conglian chose this place.

The jeep was parked, facing the reeds in the sky, and there is an egret flying across the sky in the distance. The sun is warm in the afternoon, and the breeze is blowing, which is very suitable, comfortable and cozy. He picked up the instant noodles beside him, moved his position, and let the torture jump up.

The instant noodles were still hot. When the bowl lid was lifted, the air rushed into the face, and Xun Cong handed the fork intimately. The two of them did not speak, and began to eat the belated lunch in silence.

After eating two things, Lin Chen realized that he was really hungry, and the spicy soup and pliable noodles entered the stomach. The tension and tiredness were finally smoothed out.

"I've known each other for so long, but I don't know where you are?" Xun Conglian took two sips and asked suddenly.

The wind is soft and the reeds are very green. This sentence is like an ordinary chat.

"My family is in spring."

After Lin Chen answered this sentence, he suddenly remembered that the other party actually took out his mobile phone, made a phone call, and waited for a few minutes to know all his information. Then, this seemingly casual question was actually trying to tell him that he did n’t He has not searched his past through those investigative methods.

Sure enough, after saying this sentence, Xun Conglian continued to eat noodles very quietly without saying anything. Lin Chen also noticed that although he only eats a bowl of instant noodles, Xun Cong even has a spine on his back. His hand holding food is stable and the frequency of eating is stable. He has a sense of immovability. Lin Chen suddenly remembered that when the teacher joked a long time ago, he said that eating and making love best reflects the character of a person. Then Lin Chen thought that the punishment of this person was really terrible.

However, Lin Chen's emotions only lasted for a short time, because Xun Lian even ate the noodles quickly, and even the noodle soup was drunk. He put the noodle bowl aside and lay down on the hood, looking as if he really wanted to sleep.

"Did you psychologists say that if you don't understand one thing, you have to change your mind?"

Lin Chen glanced at him and nodded: "Because mindsets sometimes prevent people from generating new ideas, so ..."

Before he finished speaking, his elbow was pulled, and Xun Lian raised his upper body without knowing when, took the instant noodle bowl in his hand, put it on the side of the wiper, and then he couldn't help but lie down .

"Let's go to sleep then." Xun Conglian said.

In this way, Lin Chen was inexplicably forced to lie on the hood, and even more inexplicably, a man was lying beside him.

The hood is still very cold, and the blowing wind is mixed with the familiar mint tobacco and instant noodles. It is very clean and warm. It is even reassuring. You can rest assured that you can think of nothing.

Lin Chen felt a little sleepy, but in her ears, she suddenly remembered the familiar deep voice.

"You won't really fall asleep."

nonsense……

"I was just thinking, since he asked us to find the answer, can I understand that he was actually looking for help from the police after he had no choice?"

Lin Chen opened her eyes slightly: "It seems that you can also think so."

"Since he is seeking help from the police, when he called the police, he had already made clear what he wanted to express. In your words, he has put all the clues in front of us."

"Yes, it is."

"The clue that he handed over to us was first the Hongjing Expressway, because there is no doubt that all incidents happened on this expressway."

"Ok."

"If you analyze again, if he can convince those people, then his reasons must be heavy, then what can feel heavy in this world must be about life and death. So what happens on the road and about life and death ... . "

"Car accident?" Lin Chen was sober for a moment, "You mean, he wants us to find out the truth of a certain car accident?"

"If my thinking is correct, the reason why he is looking for a journalist is to openly avenge his revenge. He wants to blame the creator of the accident or the unscrupulous behind the scenes."

Lin Chen thought for a while, and thought that this idea was very clear, so he said: "It makes sense, then it will trouble the dynasty again."

"This is his honor." Xing Conglian said, took out his mobile phone, and called the technical house again.

The dynasty was very depressed, really depressed.

"Let's check how many accidents have occurred on the Hongjing Expressway within a year." The voice of Xun Conglian came from the mobile phone. Wang Chaoben gripped the phone with his shoulders and ears and heard this. He felt more tired, "Head, do you make it, even if there are 3 car accidents a day, there will be thousands of car accidents on this highway in one year."

"Be quiet, listen to me." Xun sat up cross-legged. "First, rule out no accidents."

"Ok……"

"Then filter the list of casualties to see if there are any students or teachers from Fengjing School."

"Well, head, it takes time to adjust the data and check. You have to wait for me."

"I know, in the end, you have to filter the list of the families of all those injured and injured in the car accident to see if there are 15 to 18-year-olds in the families, and if so, to see if there are any students from Fengjing School."

"Oh, I see what you mean, but I'm on a high speed, the wireless signal is not very good, you have to wait a little longer."

There was a sentence in the microphone from Lien Keen, who noticed something unusual: "Don't you talk to Lao Peng about their car?"

"No, it seems that Boss Peng is almost at the scene of the hostage-taking. Manager Gang said that he would be fine anyway, so he borrowed a car to take me there ..." The dynasty reported, and hung up.

Xing Conglian removed his phone from his ear, frowned, and didn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked.

"I suddenly remembered that the kidnapper actually gave us a clue."

"Ok?"

"A car tablet."

In fact, at the earliest time, the teenager delivered an in-vehicle tablet to the police by extremely rugged means. But the dynasty has carefully checked that, except for the strange driving route recorded by the GPS, there is no abnormal information in this car tablet.

"Don't you say that this tablet has gone through a complicated and weird route that humans can't complete?"

Xing Conglian looked at him, suddenly rubbed the plate on his head, and jumped out of the car: "Of course, there is no way to accomplish this with the strength of a person. In fact, it is very simple. The navigation is based on the highway calculation route, but However, he can jump off the high-speed super-short-range, and then he only needs to pass this tablet to someone, and then pass that person to the next person. Of course, the route will become weird after a few passes. "

"Someone is helping him." Lin Chen sat up without moving.

What exactly do you want to do, and what reason do you use to persuade these people to help you together?

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Xing Conglian once again drove the car on a high speed. This time, he didn't have to hurry up. He drove slowly in a stance.

The elapsed time will still pass by one minute and one second, and it is much closer to the agreed ninety minutes. In the face of the torrent of time, no matter how much effort and thinking, it always seems to be a waste of money.

The spring breeze and the smell of green grass relax the body and mind untimely. The reed is taller than the person outside the window. The young boy may be hiding in one of the grasses and playing games with the children, but maybe The next moment, the sniper's bullet would penetrate his skull.

Because there is no answer, there is no happy ending.

The road ahead was brightly radiated by the sun. It seemed to be coated with a thin layer of wax. It seemed that there was an accident. The speed of the traffic gradually slowed down. The red lights on the rear of the car were not far away. Dodging collisions, but finally stopped.

The moment he stopped, the traffic in front suddenly moved again.

A black Buick was parked right in front of him. The black Buick was about to start. The bus on the right lane suddenly jammed, and he didn't pass a half of the car in an instant.

The driver of the Buick, who was waiting a bit anxiously, met Gasser and slammed on the accelerator in anger, unwilling to give in.

Who knows that the bus driver refused to stop, and a loud bang made the Buick and the bus sturdy and slammed together.

Because the gap between the models was so big, Buick bumped his head a little bit, the windshield was broken, and the passengers on the bus were suddenly stunned.

Seeing this, the driver of the bus immediately opened the door and jumped out of the car, kicking the front of the Buick car: "Well, you don't have to kill Lao Tzu, you have to be killed. Do you want to die?"

The bus driver yelled at him, but it was not enough. When he saw that the Buick driver was stuck in the driver's cab, he struck his car door hard, as if to consolidate the door.

At this moment, the angry bus driver suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and was instantly overturned to the ground. He just wanted to get up, but his back hurt, and he was pressed to the ground.

Xing Conglian loosened his knees, pressed the driver ’s hands, removed the handcuffs and held the person in motion.

He stood up, returned to the Buick car, the airbag in the cab popped out, the driver was stuck and unable to move.

Lin Chen was knocking on the window and seemed to be asking the driver about his injuries.

Just here, a siren sounded suddenly in the reverse lane, and Xun Lian looked back, staring at the flashing lights from a distance, and frowned.