Criminal Psychology

Ren Xian didn't know why anyone in the world could switch his mind so quickly.

In short, the police officer who had been in control of the situation a second after Chen's departure left his head at him.

Ren Xian was reluctant to admit it, but he felt shivering as soon as those green eyes swept towards him.

"This, according to regulations, can not be disclosed." He replied under great pressure.

Xing Conglian was not prepared to accept such a procedural predicament. Unlike Fang Caiqian and the polite victim, at this moment, he suddenly became strong and hardened.

"I think the team leader should be clear. If it wasn't for my friend who happened to have such a small hobby, now I am probably in the interrogation room of the Yongchuan branch to accept your uninterrupted trial for 48 hours, and then I will use Tibetan Drug crimes have been punished, losing my police badge and supporting my family. "

When Xun Conglian finished speaking this sentence, he spoke slowly and threateningly. After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, like giving Ren Xian plenty of time to think.

Ren Xian felt that he was the one sitting in the cold, small concrete room and forced to tell some secrets. Even if he was sitting behind his two special police officers, he did not have any sense of security.

Although he was the background board from beginning to end, in fact, when he was sitting at this office table, he was already thinking and judging the situation constantly. For example, what exactly is the possession of the drug case today? What is going on, is the ICPO completely used as a framed tool, or is there another story?

However, as the incident progressed, he gradually realized that the muddy water he ran into today was far deeper than before. If time could go backwards, he would not have seen the live photo that was transmitted. It was really big. trouble.

But where does time go backwards?

Ren Xian raised his head, and suddenly noticed the simple surveillance camera that was stuck on the wall with plastic tape, like the eyes of a beast, exactly recording everything that happened in the room.

Camera, signal shielding equipment ... he seems to understand something.

"Actually, it's because of a clue."

"What clue?" Xun Lian leaned forward slightly, giving a strong sense of oppression.

"About a transnational drug case."

Ren Xianxu had the black hair on his forehead. His hair was not long, but his hair was a bit wet and some sweat was drawn out. He looked like he was finally unable to resist the pressure and was ready to explain the facts.

He turned around, looked at the members who were sitting quietly behind him, and said, "Go to the car and wait for me."

This is a letter that obviously wants to talk about important matters. The SWAT team members on the ground are staring at each other, and it seems that it is not clear why their boss chose to violate the regulations and cooperate with these people.

However, the order was the order, and they stood up in turn, ready to go out, and waited in the car for a while.

When the person walking in front pushed open the door of the conference room, Xun Lian suddenly spoke.

"We will end soon. The conference room downstairs seems empty. You can go there and rest."

He looked up, and a smile appeared on the original stern face again, looking polite and sincere.

The second police officer yawning at the door of the conference room heard this and suddenly his eyes lit up. They stretched out their hands and yawned slightly as if to lead the way.

Looking at the backs, Lin Chen kept silently counting that these special policemen who had temporarily left were already the fifth group of people out of this conference room today.

Seeing the gates closed, Xun Lian seemed like a ball that was suddenly deflated, or the young man who finally ended the banquet, suddenly relaxed, he no longer sat upright and rigorous, but lazily pulled out the cigarette He did not hesitate to ignite. After the fire flickered, he took a deep breath and then tilted his head.

The dynasty seemed to get a signal, and stood up like a bone. He extended his arm, climbed up to the chair, and took off the surveillance camera on the wall.

Xing Conglian smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it with Ren lighter together with the lighter.

Ren Xian knew that he could not refuse.

When the smoke rose, he suddenly realized that today's truly hidden but most important topic is finally about to begin.

"Is this Tibetan drug case related to Fang Zhiming?"

It was as if someone had fired a shot in his ear. Ren Xianyou felt that his ears were buzzing, and his brain became confused. When he lost some thinking ability, his emotions would prevail and he quickly became angry. When he got nervous, everything was fast. He quickly drew his gun and pointed at the person across the table: "Why do you know?"

Xing Conglian was still smoking, and he didn't mean to surrender: "Your response tells me that it is really relevant."

Ren Xian's brain is thinking fast, the file should be top secret, and even if he has the authority above the director level, he cannot access it. Each outstanding case has its own internal encryption method, which is impossible for external personnel to crack. Why? What happened? Many possibilities circulated in his mind, and he suddenly saw the boy drinking water in the corner, as if calm after knowing everything.

The dynasty was embarrassed and couldn't help chanting: "Look at me, am I the kind of person who breaks laws and disciplines when everything is fine, and invades the background of other people's systems when he is in a bad mood?"

"Answer my question." Ren Xian still held his gun and insisted.

"Ah, why are you so nervous ... It's no wonder that when you see a little clue, you explode and tell the truth casually." Comrade Wang Chaoxiao didn't mean to pull the boss, and continued to stimulate serious cases. Team leader.

"Small clue?" Ren Xian's voice was cold, like a shredded moraine, and the Dynasty looked at him, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"I've waited for this clue. It's been a full 326 days."

"It's just eleven months." The dynasty ignored it casually.

Just then, he felt that Lin Chen patted the back of his hand and said, "Twenty-six days ago was May 11 last year."

On May 11 last year, a fully loaded passenger car crashed into the Yongchuan River, including a police officer named Fang Zhiming.

The dynasty soon realized that this was another topic of death and revenge, and he narrowed his neck and said sincerely, "Sorry."

Ren Xian maintains the action of preparing for shooting, but everyone knows that he cannot pull the trigger at all. He thinks everything that happened today is very ridiculous. He went out in the morning and bought a cup of coffee as usual in the office building and then went to the office. Lou, continue to analyze the dossier of darkness, like many long and hopeless stories, but suddenly encountered the fate of God's care, wait until noon, he saw the alarm sounded.

That was not a warning of terrorists invading the Interpol Yongchuan branch, but a red dot at the lower right corner of his computer began to flash, which represented that the interception network they had set up intercepted some important information.

The so-called important information is actually just a photo of a cell phone that is not too high in pixels. The photo shows the suite of the most luxurious hotel in Yongchuan. Under the large white bedding, scattered green and green leaves are scattered. Thinking that this was just the silhouette of the rich young man's promiscuous life, he suddenly saw a colorful packing bag. The packaging bag was disguised like a milk tea brand that could circle the earth, but with a vague font and a poor plastic texture unique to underground factories.

When he saw only the bag, Ren Xian shuddered with excitement. The subsequent plot was like a police bandit that can be seen everywhere. He mobilized his subordinates and determined not to let such clues slip away again. The two groups launched a surprise attack. The arrest and search work, but the gangster film changed into a vulgar comedy. After that, he saw the scamming frame, the stupid and defenseless chess pieces, the boring giant battle, which made him dazzled. Sleep, until that moment, the plot suddenly jumped back to the main line again, and advanced forward in an unsuspecting way.

In fact, if time permits, Ren Xian will find that the people sitting in front of him saved the life of a colleague's baby daughter not long ago. Although, due to some original intentions of protection, the truth of what happened in that reed bush was sealed up like a picture, but there is no airtight wall in the world. He has actually filled out those access documents. The report was submitted to the local police of Hongjing, and he could get all the details about the entire hijacking case just waiting for approval.

It's just that everything is just fine, but it's not too late.

Such a wonderful arrangement, of course, does not necessarily come from the hand of fate.

Xing Conglian was very clear about this: "The case we are investigating happens to be a bit insignificant with Fang Zhiming's case." He finally smoked the whole cigarette and seemed to have completed a long thought before finally deciding to give it to him. The head of the serious crime team trapped in a beastly state, a bright line of life, "In the cases we investigated, there was a deceased who had been the witness and the only survivor of a jewelry robbery. Her name was Cheng Weiwei."

"Then what?" The Interpol's heavy crime team leader, who hadn't seen the file, was a little dazed, and the deceased was a witness, a jewellery robbery, and a drug case. These elements seemed a bit messy.

"You see, the story is connected by people. In the robbery that Cheng Weiwei went through, the criminals used some methods, exactly the same as those used to murder Fang Zhiming."

Ren Xian's brow finally tightened, his figure holding the gun relaxed, and he shoved the gun back into the holster. The cigarette was thrown to the ground poorly by him before. He bent down and picked up the cigarette butt, like Like a downcast tramp, he lit the smoke again.

"Fang Zhiming is an undercover police officer under my control. One year ago, he finally made progress in his investigation. Then, because of his identity, he was forced to terminate his mission and returned to China."

"Fang Zhiming's undercover location is not in the country?"

"Yes."

Ren Xian pinched the cigarette, he and Xing Conglian knew very well that what they exchanged was not information, but trust.

Xun Lian nodded his head and said, "I won't ask about the details of the case. I only doubt one thing. From Zheng Dongdong's planting of the spoils to your reaction and arrest, the response time in this case is less than an hour and a half. Zheng Dongdong cannot directly report to the international community. Interpol, he doesn't have this way either. Your reaction speed is too fast, so what is it that makes you so nervous? "

The words of Xun Lianlian completely ruined Ren Xian's face. Yeah, the case of darkness is always dark. If light suddenly appears, then the first thing you have to do is hide it and study it carefully. What is that light?

Ren Xian took a deep breath and replied: "During the mission, he returned some photos of the inside of the poison manufacturing factory, including some product packaging bags, which are exactly the same as the large hemp packaging bags found in your bedroom. "