Criminal Psychology

Although Lin Chen clearly showed an attitude of refusing to associate with Xuncong, he could not stand the strength and enthusiasm of the Captain of the Interpol, who was mixed with fighting races and sweet blood.

Specifically, after Xing Lianlian got in the car again, Lin Chen pulled the car door and said he wanted to take the bus home.

However, Xun Lianlian responded faster. He first locked the door with a click, and then said with a horror: "It's so late, let Mr. Lin go home alone, my mother will definitely blame me."

He said, but drove the car in the opposite direction from the school.

By the time the car stopped again, the three had arrived outside the stall.

"To take the liberty to ask you to the police station to assist in the investigation today, I am extremely guilty, and please promise me to invite you to have a light meal." Xun Conglian turned his head, his attitude was sincere and sincere.

Fu Hao patted the back of the chair: "Please ask my brother to eat a stall, you are too shameless!"

Last time I asked for tea, this time I asked for dinner, but fortunately it wasn't a fast meal.

Although the typhoon is approaching, Hongjing's night market is still very good.

Under the neon lights, the smoke was covered with blurred light.

Xinger forged Erlang's legs and peeled the crayfish from the stall.

Surrounded by the rumbling sound of cups and crates, the boss of the food stall sprinkled a lot of peppers in the pan, and the sultry white smoke was everywhere.

Fu Hao looked around and was coughed again and again: "Anyway, there is an identity person, can you have a little taste?"

"There is still no case to be solved. This month's bonuses are gone. You must save some points in advance." Xun Xing even raised the beer mug and touched Professor Fu gently, but Yu Guang had been watching Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was not as picky as he thought.

He took the peanuts seriously, and he was unambiguous in peeling the lobster. He even held up a disposable plastic cup and drank a beer.

The street lights were dim, Lin Chen's eyes were clear and bright, and his lips became a little ruddy because of the spicy crayfish.

"What do you think is this?" Xing Conglian raised his glass and touched Lin Chen lightly.

"I don't know." Lin Chen took a sip of wine, but answered very simply.

"The matter in the hospital doesn't matter, even if some neuropathy poses the dead, this case can be thrown to any department. But if you add the corpse of the vegetable market and the citizen who just died, these things will not add up. Is that simple? "

Xing Lian looked at Lin Chen eagerly, his eyes were beautiful, the length of his eyelashes had a natural racial advantage, and even the angle of his head was generally the same when he was selling Hao to Lin Chen.

Fu Hao almost looked aside, but he also did not expect that Xun Conglian even copied the same, and his shame was far beyond imagination.

Lin Chen was also speechless.

But the punishment from Lianyuan was more than that. Seeing no response, he persisted: "Then you can tell me, what kind of person would like to play with the body?"

"Psychological metamorphosis."

"Of course it is perverted, can you still do this in a perverted state?" Xing Conglian knocked at the table.

"The so-called psychological abnormality means that human behavior deviates from the socially recognized norms. You must trace the mechanism behind the behavior." It is probably that the slight alcoholic invasion has invaded the nerves. Lin Chengui sent the **** to explain to Xunlian: "cause this There are probably three reasons for behavior. The first is ritual, which represents some kind of appeal. The second is hallucinations, which are neuronal activities from brain disorders. "Lin Chen paused, as if considering the third possibility. Sex, "the third, and the most elusive one, is a part of the crime itself."

"What does the criminal act itself mean?"

Lin Chen looked coldly away, and the chef poured a fine side dish in the pot, "Maybe it's potato shreds or maybe green peppers. Who knows what this dish is?"

Lin Chen's words were very vague, but Xun Lianlian seemed to get some advice. He picked up his coat and said, "Go, go to the hospital to see."

Fu Hao reacted faster. Xinglian even ran two steps, and he rushed to catch Xinglian's neck and shouted, "Want to run away again?"

"Teacher Fu, teacher, I really don't have money!"

"Lao Tzu has definitely seen the Express Black Card in your wallet, you dead man!"

"That's a blackened prop!" Xun Conglian said innocently.

The two quarrelled, and when they looked back, there was no Lin Chen at the table.

Fu Hao was going to find someone, but Xun Conglian held him down: "Lao Fu, tell me the truth, who is it?"

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Under the street lights, young suguans are thin.

Trees and trees, perhaps due to a typhoon, the weather changes very fast, there is moist water in the air, and the rain seems to be pouring down.

Lin Chen greeted the doorman, moved the door and moved away from Kerala, his cell phone sounded.

There was a strange number on the screen, Lin Chen glanced at the caller's address, and the action of answering the phone was a little hesitant.

Three seconds before the call was connected, there were several seconds of silence on both sides.

"Mr. Chen, hello." Lin Chen leaned on the back wall of the guard room, holding the phone with one hand.

"Lin Chen, you are still so restless." The voice on the phone was cold and prolonged, so it sounded very cruel.

"If the person reporting to you is careful enough, I will definitely mention that I was taken to the police station to" assistance an investigation "in handcuffs, which shows that I am not willing and I hope you can understand."

"I heard you're doing hostel now?"

The person on the other side of the phone ignored Lin Chen's explanation and instead changed the subject, appearing more condescending.

"Yes, under your pressure, this is the most decent job I can barely find." Lin Chen bowed his head slightly, and put his other hand in his pants pocket.

"Ha, I didn't expect that Lin Chen, who was h in the old days, would have today, do you have a hard time now?"

"Yes, I am living very hard and poor now. I have lost my dreams and my life goals. I am like a humble ant every day, as you wish."

Lin Chen seemed to be very familiar with what a man wanted to hear. Every time he said an adjective, the gasping sound on the other side of the phone increased a bit.

But even though he said that, there was no painful expression on his face, but he seemed relaxed. The thin light from the doorman's room lightly fell on Lin Chen, his clothes seemed transparent.

"You can't harm anyone anymore!"

"Yeah, thanks to you."

"Ah, speaking, you'd better stay away from your stupid police friend and your good teacher, in case you kill them again, wouldn't you have to confess for many years, how can someone like you be friends? "

"it is good."

Before Lin Chen's voice fell, the phone was hung up.

The rain fell, and fell on his hair and shoulders, with the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, like a bitter smile, or ridicule, or he didn't laugh at all.

Xing Lianlian always felt that Lin Chen was in trouble, but he didn't expect to be in trouble.

He had just arrived at the police station in the morning and sat in his seat to read the newly released report. The buns bought in the cafeteria ate only half a bite, and was then told by his men to go to the director's office for tea.

The old director brewed a cup that wasn't quite authentic Longjing, holding the cup, and sat down in front of Xun Lianlian, looking like he was having a long talk with his subordinates.

"Conglian, what happened to the case?" The director touched the tea cup and was very careful.

Xing Cong looked at the semi-bald head of the director and his bright head, and sat upright: "The case is still under investigation. I just got a report from the forensics department. The report shows that the park's rings have obvious signs of man-made damage, so This should be a murder. "

Hearing the words "murder" by Xun Lian Yizheng, the director was heartbroken: "Cong Lian, I am old and my heart is not good. I hope you can say such a small word ..."

"Neither the motives or the criminal tactics of the murderer have been clarified, or they are related to the hospital and the Baisha case on Long Street ..."

"Shut up!" The old director almost covered his heart: "Don't just slap this relationship."

"But Professor Fu said ..."

"Waffle!" The old director slammed the table: "Fu Hao, his teacher can wake up with a dream if he has this level!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Suddenly Xun Lian realized that the director had taken such a big circle. What he wanted to say, he was inexplicably angry.

Because he was angry, he adjusted his police cap, got up from his seat, and saluted the leader before leaving.

"Xian Conglian." The old director said in a dignified tone, holding his back to the criminal police captain. "Yesterday, someone reported to the superior that Hongjing City Bureau used non-staff personnel to participate in the case, which seriously affected the fairness of the procedure and the purity of the police force. ... "

"Isn't Professor Fu a consultant hired through formal procedures?" Xun Conglian asked.

"Idiot, of course, it's not Fu Hao!" The old director was furious enough: "Who are you good at catching Lin Chen?"

"Is it really Lin Chen?" Xing Conglian looked at the director calmly. "Who is he? Even you have to take special care of him."

The old director looked at his subordinates' earnest eyes before realizing that he had fallen into the trap of the other party's counter-information.

"Young people don't gossip too much." The old director calmly sipped his tea.

"Since he is Fu Hao's brother, his academic accomplishments are far better than Fu Hao. Why is Fu Hao a professor, but he is a host at the Shishi Primary School, and still someone greets our superiors?"

Xing Conglian asked a lot of questions. That was the question he asked Fu Hao yesterday, and Fu Hao was unwilling to give an answer, so he asked it again today, hoping to get a response.

However, he was disappointed again.

The old director has been drinking tea, not even giving a look.

"Do you mean to exclude Lin Chen from the investigation of the case?" Although this is an interrogative sentence, the sentence has a flat tone and is more like an indifferent statement.

After he had spoken, he turned and left.

"Stop." The old director suddenly raised his head, looking at the subordinates' straight back: "The child is very poor, because a few crazy dogs have been chasing him and biting ..." He lowered his head and sipped tea again. : "If you can take care of him, take more care of him, but it is better not to let him participate in the case resolution."