Criminal Psychology

What should I say? It is actually a very inappropriate time.

But there are always moments in life that will inexplicably move you.

It's like a flower with dew or a roasted potato on a winter night. In short, for Lin Chen, he has too much time to give advice and suggestions to others, and suddenly he heard someone admonishing himself. He was surprised at first, and then It was a deep feeling, and in the end, there was only simple emotion.

The night wind brought the wetness of morning dew.

Lin Chen watched Xing's gradual progress toward the back of the light. The white light made his figure fluffy, and then he disappeared around the corner.

Suddenly, Lin Chen felt dark, and someone covered his eyes with one hand.

"Well, don't look back, don't look at me with that look."

Su Fengzi's joking voice sounded in his ear.

Lin Chen grabbed his wrist, turned around, and was speechless: "Are you talking about such things now?"

"Which kind of thing is that your heart that has not changed in the past has finally begun to sprout, or is your clear and restrained gaze staring at your work partner?" Su Fengzi leaned slightly, and Lin Chen had something to be seen by him. The illusion was that when he wanted to interrupt, he heard Su Fengzi say, "But no matter what kind of thing, it's not about when you get married, you still need to pick a good day?"

Speaking of a fight, Lin Chen felt that Su Fengzi was really invincible.

"The metaphor is so bad, no wonder your book can't be sold." Lin Chen had to say so.

But Su Fengzi is a man who can cope with interruptions.

"Then I put it in a proper word, won't you really like that policeman?" Su Fengzi asked straightforwardly.

Lin Chen had once imagined the moment when his mind was picked up, but unlike the tension or frustration in his imagination, he suddenly heard Su Fengzi asking such a thing, and suddenly there was no such panic and he felt very calm.

After all, this kind of moment will always come. In this case, there is nothing wrong with the sudden arrival now.

Well, there is nothing wrong with him telling the truth.

"Yes."

He replied.

This time, Su Fengzi was surprised: "Have a good hold."

"What?" Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets, not quite understanding.

"Hello, now you have to build foundations, shouldn't you have any sense of entanglement that violates worldly ethics or fear of being shy of not being able to respond to your heart, anyway, how are you shy?"

"I like him, what's the matter with him?" Lin Chen couldn't help asking.

Too often, the pain of love comes from asking for help, but Lin Chen does not have such troubles.

"why?"

Finally, even Su Fengzi's tone was no longer light-hearted.

He asked earnestly, taking the most sincere concern among his friends.

It was also deep and the wind was light.

Lin Chen didn't expect him to ask why he was so serious, it was a surprise.

In fact, he felt unable to answer the question himself.

How much do you like him, why do you like him, and why are there so many?

Like this kind of thing, this is a kind of feeling, feeling this thing, even more unclear.

Maybe when he first met him.

Maybe when he saw him for the second time.

Maybe when he left him, or when he saw him again.

Perhaps the sun was too good in the rest station that day, and he looked so handsome in a trench coat; or maybe he was very reassuring in the command center.

Perhaps it was the half-wild look of the lily in front of his grave; or it was too gentle to look down and plant flowers ...

There are so many, perhaps, that accumulation has become inevitable.

At least, Lin Chen thought that there were not many lucky things in his life, so those who felt lucky might be enough to accumulate in him.

"He's like a piece of sugar. It's sweet. After taking a sip, he doesn't want to spit it out." Lin Chen thought for a while and finally decided to answer with a metaphor.

"You're saying something a little bit emotionally."

"But it's really sweet."

After speaking these words, he had no dialogue with Su Fengzi.

That was a very good rest. Among friends, the most precious thing is not the continuous flow, but the timely care and the right stop.

Lin Chen walked back to the brightly lit large office, and all the arrangements had been completed.

Some of the police officers in the second station lay on the table and slept quietly, some began to shut down, and some looked at him with unsure but helpless eyes.

Seems to want to ask, is this useful? Will they really be hooked tomorrow?

In that most famous book on public psychology, Lin Chen read a passage.

Roughly said:

As an individual, he is rational, so he can use good and evil to move his emotions, use whether to standardize his ideas, and use his interests to restrict his behavior ...

For example, because reason can constrain emotion, he will not disturb Xing Conglian because of his personal feelings, but unfortunately, in the group, this reason is not very useful.

In a less appropriate metaphor, if he is in a fanatic Xinglianlian fan support party and is surrounded by Xinglianlian fans, he will not rationally control his love.

So, how to solve a group that is deeply trapped in the collective unconscious is actually almost as difficult as letting a group of fanatic fans quickly take off the powder.

First of all, time is definitely useful, and most people will pass away the fanaticism and restore their reason because of the passage of time.

But without too much time, to affect a group, it is necessary to lie and deceive everything.

The theory is actually quite simple.

Groups are not restricted by reason and logic, but have rich imagination and pseudo-reasoning ability. They seem to be inclined to believe in things that are impossible, illogical, and non-existent, but they do not believe in daily logic.

For example, in ancient times, people sincerely believed that the shaman's sacrifice could get heavy rain. To this end, they were willing to kneel for three days and three nights or kill the women and children of the ethnic group and use their lives to sacrifice the sky.

The beginning of these beliefs may be the wind that occasionally blows when the wizard chants, or the rain that suddenly falls in the days after the spell.

In short, the more connections that seem to exist, the more convincing the group members are.

Therefore, he has only shaped a group of elites who guard the campus. Although ordinary students may be suspicious of this, they will think, is that document really a "three graves" to help the elderly sign a settlement agreement with a bad medical group; they will Do you suspect that the Lin Chen who appeared on the scene of the crime is really a member of the "Three Graves"? They will even consider whether the three semi-circular signatures are really the logo of a campus elite organization, even if the logo appears, Can it really prove that the campus elite organization really exists?

It's strange that members of the group don't think so.

Once they saw the superficial connection and not too reliable evidence, they already vividly imagined the appearance of the members of the "Three Graves", they could imagine the situation where the tall and outstanding campus elites gathered together. Not only that, they They will even be convinced that the members of the "Three Graves" are plotting to get rid of them, and they may even feel the scornful eyes and hate words of those campus elites.

Everyone has a delusion of victimization, which is based on the instinct of biological self-protection, and the members of the group are even more so, as fans will hate anyone who talks about his idols, treat those people as enemies that must be defeated, members of extreme groups Of course, it is extremely disgusting to those who dare to challenge them.

Fans may only hit the keyboard and fight with the bad guys, but members of that group will really take up weapons and smash the heads of those who are against them.

What's more, Ye Yan also vividly interpreted the image of the most classic villain, staining the holy place in their hearts, leaving the most disdainful words.

Lin Chen can fully imagine that tomorrow, oh no, after a few hours, what kind of violent storms those angers will accumulate, smashing at them overwhelmingly.