Criminal Psychology

It was an inconspicuous building.

At least among the many ancient buildings of Yongchuan University, the small three-story building is not eye-catching.

Its exterior wall is red, and the architectural style has a clear Republican flavor. Therefore, even the windows are made of stained glass collage. This style is rare in modern times.

In Yongchuan University, most of these small buildings are shared, some are professor's offices, some are experimental buildings, and some are used as exhibition halls. However, because these small buildings are very precious, most of them belong to the school. For private use, if you have not read the information intentionally, about few people know that there is such a small red building that is not part of the school deep in the footpath along the lake shore.

The cherry blossoms outside the small building are blooming very well, and the big pink clouds are reminiscent of many wonderful and touching stories.

I don't know when it started, and some young faces gradually gathered outside the small building.

The first person who came outside didn't push the door casually. He just stood quietly at the door and held the cold weapon in his arms more tightly. After him, some people came. Girls in school uniforms, teenagers in peaked caps, girls in long skirts and caps ...

Like what kind of rally, there were more and more people outside the building, but unlike the rally, they didn't communicate with each other.

The sun gradually moved, everything around it looked extremely bright and extremely brilliant.

Finally, the person standing in front moved, and he slowly walked up the stairs and pushed hard, and the red door suddenly opened.

At that moment, all the people outside the small building were not in a hurry to go in. They all took the same thing and took something out of their arms or pockets.

Iron bars, chains, knives ...

They held the instruments in their hands tightly, their blood stretched, one by one, and walked into the building.

Unlike the bright scene outside the building, the inside of the small building is very dark, and all the stained glass is covered with black cloth, and the temperature is suddenly reduced.

The door suddenly closed, and the last person who walked in held the large chain to wear inside the handle of the door. The metal rubbed against the metal, making a squeaking noise, and the whole door was locked firmly.

From light to darkness, the human eye needs some adaptation time, so they can hardly see any scene in the building.

It stands to reason that people will feel fear when they lose sight, but they do not have any sense of fear, because they are with each other, and when they are together, there is no fearful voice in the world.

They gradually heard that in the large space, there were some whispering sounds echoing. It was the sound of nocturnal creatures crawling on the floor in the night, maybe a mouse or a cockroach, or something else.

Their vision was gradually restored, and everyone was fighting.

There really are people here!

A chandelier hung from the old ceiling, and the dim light suddenly fell on them, and they trembled suddenly.

Before entering the building, of course, they had imagined what a group called "Three Graves" was.

They had imagined how they looked when they were in a meeting, how they talked, how they thought they were impossible, and even fantasized that they were beaten with iron pipes * to see them mourn in a pool of blood ...

They have thought about so many children, but the look of those people is still beyond their imagination.

No suit, no shirt, no words, not even eyes, everything in the small building was silent and depressed.

In front of them were some people who were all black. Those people were wearing large black blouses, and the dim light shrouded them.

It is creepy that those in black are like ghosts, not only turning a blind eye to their sudden intruders, but also holding large pens and burying their heads on the floor to draw huge patterns ...

They then looked to the ground, only to find that the floor was not an ordinary wood color, but showed a soft ivory white. The floor was filled with mountain-like black lines. These lines were undulating, surrounded and detached again. open.

"It's him!"

Suddenly some of them pointed at one of them in black and said.

As they looked in the direction of that finger, they saw a very handsome and face.

Although the lights were dim and the person's face was blurred, they could still recognize that it was Chen Chenxuan, the Department of Mathematics, who could smash the entire forum just by going online.

It's just that Chen Xuan's face is indifferent now, and no longer the rumored gentleness, he just concentrates on painting on the ground, as if he is enchanted.

Maybe it's too quiet around, or maybe silence can awaken something. The intruders finally recovered, they re-remembered their goals, they obviously came here to kill!

Incidentally, they spread apart and stepped on the floor covered with dense lines in an enclosed formation.

As if predicting something, the actions of all men in black were stagnant, as if breathing was stagnant and the air was suddenly drawn off. The men in black suddenly put down everything in their hands as if the puppet was disconnected, and sat down together.

The men in black stopped painting, and the intruders standing outside the encirclement stopped moving forward again. They set their sights on the ground again. Some people even raised their toes. They saw a pair of lines. The pattern, which looks like an ancient totem, has a terrifying magic ...

The surrounding atmosphere was too weird. They thought the pattern was like a cemetery, in which there were bricks and steles, scattered bones, and the roar of beasts.

In fact, the small building was absolutely quiet, and there was no sound around it, but suddenly, a sound like white light broke the night and blew in the dark small building.

"Books are the grave of knowledge."

Someone started to chant.

The man was dressed in black and was sitting in the most corner position. His voice was long, but he had a fascinating magic.

As if the followers chanted the doctrine, the rest of the people in black chanted with him sincerely, and those vast voices seemed to be able to penetrate time and space and lead people into the barren and dark space.

"Blindly, the grave of wisdom."

The second chanting sounded, and the intruders were shocked again, they were set in place, I wonder what happened.

The magnificent chanting sounded again, and finally, some of the intruders began to act. He clenched the knife handle and walked quietly to the leader in the dark.

"The Prophet is the grave of future generations."

The last sentence came to an abrupt end, not even the ending of the tomb character.

This was not because the leader suddenly realized that there was a group of intruders around, but for a more serious reason, because a white knife was sticking to his neck.

Although at that time, the atmosphere was actually very calm.

People in black didn't stop chanting because the leader was attacked. They didn't move, they didn't even change their breath.

But to some people, it's almost the tense moment when the heart stops beating.

In a room on the highest floor of the small building, the people standing in front of the screen were all holding their breath, they watched the blade close to the neck of the leader in black, and after a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Xun Conglian.

However, the sentence never moved. Although the headset heard the sniper's request and the surrounding eyes were very anxious, he still did not order to shoot.

He looked at the man in danger on the screen and didn't say a word.

Also saying nothing, there was the man in black who was around the neck of the knife holder.

The man was still sitting cross-legged, and his skin color was white, but his hair color was soft. He was actually not as handsome as Chen Xuan, but the temperament exuded throughout the body was far better than the grass that had not yet left the campus.

This is why Shen Ran chose this person to start.

No matter where you look, this person is the leader of the "Three Graves". The thief first captured the king. This is the truth since ancient times. As long as he killed this person, as long as he killed this person ...

Silently thinking, but he suddenly found that he could not think.

And then, kill this person and then?

At that moment, he suddenly panicked, and he didn't know what to do.

Da ... Da ...

Just then, in the quiet space, a steady footstep sounded suddenly, and the footstep sounded again and again, getting closer and closer to him ....

Looking up suddenly, he saw a man standing on the stairs.

Unlike all men in black, the man wore only the most common white shirt, and the light falling from the ceiling seemed to penetrate the man's thin body.

Step by step, the man stepped on the totem on the ground, and suddenly, as if someone was blowing away the flowing water, the original still men in black moved again, and they stood up together, bowed and saluted to the man, and then stepped aside.

What's the use of stepping back? Damn people still have to die.

He pressed the blade firmly to the hostage's neck, and suddenly he recognized the man in a white shirt in front of him: "Are you Lin Chen?"

He asked coldly.

"It's me." Lin Chen looked at the boy in front of him. The boy was about the same age as the dynasty, maybe a little older than the dynasty, but it was really not too many years old.

But the boy ’s eyes do n’t have the youthful vitality that a young man should have. How can I describe it? The eyes are very bright, as if there is a flame burning inside. Although they are bright, they make you think that is not beautiful, and the young people ’s eyes should be It's beautiful. There will be young and cute girls or a lively moving world in the eyes of young people, but in those eyes, Lin Chen only saw the flames and the ash after the flames burned out.

"You are the leader of the Three Graves?"

When the boy asked in this way, he secretly looked at the hostage he had hijacked, as if there was some confusion about the situation.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Lin Chen didn't speak. He was talking about the hostage who was hijacked by the boy.

Lin Chen looked at Mr. Hostage, who also blinked at him slightly.

Looking at Su Fengzi's neck near the blade and his relaxed face, Lin Chen regretted his arrangements for a moment. After all, Su Fengzi was an uncontrolled person. This sentence meant that no matter how he previously called, like No one can stop a person like Su Fengzi from trying to say what he wants to do.

Before the boys answered, Su Fengzi held the knife against his neck in the opposite direction.

The boy didn't seem to think he was so bold, he slammed his hands hard, but the knife handle couldn't move even when held by iron pliers.

Of course, human flesh and iron blades must compete with each other. The blood instantly reddens the entire blade, and a drop of blood drops, but Su Fengzi is unaware.

Perhaps the expression on Su Fengzi's face was too cold, or maybe he didn't know the pain was too terrifying. The boy suddenly released the handle and stepped back suddenly, as if panting with great fright.

"Who the **** are you!"

"Don't you already know?" Su Fengzi held the fruit knife in his hand and played, indifferently asking, "We are the three tombs, and the three tombs are us ..."

"You ruined our home!" The boy asked suddenly, his face suddenly froze.

"Ah, is that your home, sorry ..." Although he said sorry in his mouth, neither the slightly raised chin nor the contemptuous eyes were revealed, but he didn't have half remorse, "You do n’t want to Misunderstanding, we just find it fun. "

There is no explanation. I do n’t think they need to be explained. In fact, it is not provocation. It is just fun, and fun is enough.

"Fun?"

Probably the most annoying person in life is you who hate you, but the other person does not care about him. He defiles you, □ you, and humiliates you, but just feels fun.

The young people standing a little further away heard this sentence, and were angry again: "Ran, don't talk nonsense with them, we kill them!"

"Is there a place for you to open your mouth?" Su Fengzi swept away at the noisy quarreler with his autumn eyes. He said impatiently: "After the visit, shouldn't you get out?"

The more disdainful he was, the more excited the young people were.

"Of course we will leave after we have done!" The boy said coldly.

"What are you doing here?" Su Fengzi laughed suddenly, as if he thought the words of the boys were too funny. He pointed his fingers at the black men behind him and said, "One of our lowest IQs here is iq141. How high is your IQ and won a few gold medals in Orsay, are you? If not, what qualifications do you have to stand here? "

He spoke with a sense of pride.

The boy was obviously blinded by this sentence. For a while, I didn't know how to answer. The companions behind him reacted faster than him. They raised the weapon in their hands and rushed forward.

Su Fengzi still stood proudly.

Lin Chen, still in front of him, was silent.

On one side are students who are angry and towering with handheld instruments, and on the other side are unarmed and indifferent black men.

Like flames and seawater or people and abyss, they are incompatible, and one side will always devour the other.

In the room upstairs, Jiang Chao finally couldn't bear it. He held Xing Conglian's shoulders and whispered angrily, "Old sentence, I must ensure the safety of other students!"

He was referring, of course, to ordinary students dressed as members of the "Three Graves" in black.

It was just like Lin Chen, who was still in the water from the beginning to the end of the hall. Xun Cong didn't even speak. His hands were intertwined against his jaw, and his eyes on the monitoring screen did not shift.

It's about tacit understanding, or deeper trust than tacit understanding.

Just when Xun Conglian silenced Jiang Chao with silence, Lin Chen moved, and the students who were about to rush up were frightened and stagnated because of his actions.

Everyone was sweating in front of the monitor, and just when they wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, they accidentally saw that Lin Chen didn't mean anything to speak. He actually put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and made a departure gesture.

"Stop!" The students behind him shouted.

But Lin Chen didn't mean to stop at all. At this moment, Su Fengzi took a step and stood in front of Lin Chen. He said in a disdainful and proud manner as if the world owed him millions of words: "Just get out of here, come here and yell and kill, are you three years old ... I'm writing to you on the wall just to hope you can converge, do you think you are invincible?"

Hearing Su Fengzi's words, those young boys and girls, panting and angry, flushed their eyes, as if the next moment they would bite up like a herd of madness.

But maybe the wound on Su Fengzi's hand was too scary, or maybe his face had an inviolable cricket sensation under the light that was not bright in the chandelier, and the intruders paused for a moment.

Su Fengzi showed contempt, and did not give those people any reaction time: "Dig a grave and watch people lie in it, you are so excited that you feel like you are one of the most detached and mysterious collectives. Do you think you have a true faith and everyone else is in the air?

...

"Lao Xing, what are they doing, for fear that they can't irritate the gang of neurosis, this **** is trying to die!" Jiang Chao screamed again before the monitor screen.

Xun Lian raised his head and looked around, only to find that everyone in the cabin looked at him with an anxious look.

"Laojiang ..." Xing Conglian finally spoke. He moved the tea cup on the table to the side, "Would you like some tea?"

"Drinking your sister's tea, Lao Tzu is going to die suddenly. If something really happens!"

"Well, we're on official business, you should be civilized." Xing Conglian laughed.

Jiang Chao was furious: "Why can't we rush down now and wipe out those people all at once." He also made a panic gesture while talking.

After hearing what he said, Xing Conglian's eyes fell on Lin Chen on the screen again.

What Lin Chen said to him while having breakfast in his ears.

Specifically, this is probably because what he said late at night played some role. When the police distributed breakfast at 7 am, Lin Chen specially brought him a box of yogurt and invited him to have breakfast together.

The two of them squatted next to the stone lion in front of the second inning, watching the sweepers on the street sweep the ground again and again.

"The action will be a bit dangerous ..." Lin Chen told him after watching the scene of the sanitation workers sweeping the floor for a minute.

Xun Cong even guessed what he was going to say, but still pretended not to understand: "Of course it is dangerous, and you must pay attention to safety."

When he was talking, it was obvious that Lin Chen was breathing slowly, obviously he did not think he would be stupid, but in the end it was Lin Chen, and his thoughts were far more thorough than ordinary people: "I am very sorry for what you said in the early morning. It's my problem, so I want to try and work hard to correct that problem. "

The other party was so sincere, and then it was his turn to stop the sentence: "Why are you so polite?"

"Because there is indeed a very troublesome thing that needs your help." Lin Chen took a deep breath and said, "I hope you can delay the arrest time of the police as much as possible, unless someone is seriously threatened with life, I hope You can order the snipers not to shoot. "

"What do you mean?"

"When members of that group walked into the small building, the police said that the police would elect to arrest them at the right time, right?"

"of course."

"How about catching them?" Lin Chen asked.

"Torture torture, intimidation and temptation, forcing them to confess to the master behind the scenes, and then we go to arrest ... you want to say, that's useless, right?"

Lin Chen shook her head.

Although he was engaged in serious conversation, Xun Lian even wanted to laugh: "In fact, I suddenly discovered that you have been instilling this concept in us, that is, after we caught them, our interrogation had no effect, but except In the interrogation, as long as we waited to catch them unexpectedly, when they did n’t have time to erase the communication equipment, electronic equipment or other clues, we could still follow the lead and find the master behind the scenes, right? "

"No," Lin Chen said decisively.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think it is important to catch the master?"

"Not important?" Xing Conglian continued to question.

"It is important, but that person is far less important than those children. If we catch them, we may never lose the chance to save them."

When he heard Lin Chen talk about a child, he could not figure out the subject for a moment, but soon he realized that the children that Lin Chen was referring to were members of that group, those who had lost their humanity and were regarded as terrorists by them 丨People.

Rescue the terrorists, this is indeed a new statement.

In countless similar experiences in his life, he never compromised with any adversary, let alone saved the soul of the criminal. This is what the saints should do, not what the police should do.

But he did not refute Lin Chen, he quietly listened to Lin Chen continuing to speak.

"Yeah, we can catch it, and then, those children see the police suddenly rush down, they are shocked but become more angry because they find that they have been betrayed by the world again, and they will do their best Rebellion, some people will be injured or some people will be killed. They will really lose their trust in everything in the world. They may be in prisons or detention centers. With luck, some of them will be aware of their problems, but There must be more people who are stubborn. Those who come out will become garbage and waste. The real social dregs. They will despair, pain and hate everything and finally continue to revenge the world. Do you think this is the solution to the problem?

Xun Lianlian was dumb asked.

He can certainly refute. Of course, he can say that there is most likely no all-win ending in this world. It is very possible that you have gone to great lengths and failed to get the happy ending you want, and those people are already broken. It is like organs eroded by tumors. Although the pain is regretful, it must be removed if it is to be removed. This is no way out.

But inexplicably, deep in his heart, he actually felt a little uncomfortable. In fact, he really hasn't felt this uncomfortable for a long time.

Lin Chen was still talking, maybe his legs were numb, he stood up and leaned on the stone lion.

The shape of Shishi is a bit funny, but Lin Chen's face is a bit solemn.

"Some crimes come from malice, some crimes come from cowardice, and some crimes come from uncontrollable. To me, they are more like children with mental illness. They are inferior and introverted individuals first. Because of this characteristic, they are selected by criminals and deceived by that terrible **** by someone they once trusted and loved. Do you think that when they enter that group, what is the first thing they suffer, is the welcome of love, No, the first thing they suffer is torture, torture and destruction of spiritual belief. "

"Do you want to say that the criminal is also the victim?" Xing Conglian's tone was a bit cold.

"Do you think that no matter what kind of suffering they suffer, they should also stick to their heart and not be controlled by criminals? But unfortunately, they are just ordinary students, they cannot resist human nature, and everyone has the nature of avoiding pain. When pain is unavoidable, we choose to correct our cognition to adapt to the pain. It is like a man imprisoning a woman and desperately abusing that woman, and once a woman ca n’t bear the abuse, she will start correcting herself Cognition, regards the behavior of men as their love, and falls in love with that man. Psychologically, this process is called 'learned helplessness.'

Lin Chen, as always, was faint, but Xinglian Lian heard the irresistible meaning from his words.

"They will gradually fall in love with that group and accept the ideas that the group has instilled in them. Once they are truly integrated into the group, there will be a phenomenon of de-personalization. Individuals' identity with the group overwhelms their humanity, and they begin to lose their self ... "

"Losing oneself means losing humanity. They only accept the instructions of the group, because basically they are not them anymore. Those evil thoughts are only the will of that group, not their will."

Hearing here, Xun Conglian understood that Lin Chen was telling him from beginning to end that those children were not, after all, real terrorists.

Before the loss of humanity, they were just selected victims. Before becoming victims, they were just ordinary students who were full of beautiful fantasy but not very ambitious in their lives. However, the status of ordinary students is higher than that of ordinary students. people.

They are all living people.

So, saving the lives of other students is as important as saving their lives.

Xing Conglian suddenly had confidence in Lin Chen's adventure, because he found that even himself was convinced.

Sure enough, Lin Chen was right, he was really able to convince people.

So maybe, maybe too naive, too ideal, and strange, but maybe Lin Chen can really save the lives of those children?

"What if I refuse?" Xun Lianlian suddenly asked.

After he finished speaking, he saw Lin Chen looking at him with an impatient look, as if to say, why are you talking so much?

...

Su Fengzi's endless words passed into the ears through the headset.

Of course, lines are written by Lin Chen, but the performance is entirely personal.

Lin Chen said that he would let Su Fengzi repeat the whole process of their brainwashing and wash them back again.

The first step is to become extreme.

The groups are extreme, so they will only be moved by extreme emotions. If they want to move them, they will become more extreme than them ...

Xing Cong looked at the stunt novel writer who was first-rate acting under the light.

Like those great orators since ancient times, Su Fengzi was really deceptive and magical when he was flowing.

He said: "You were deceived into this collective at first, and then they locked you up, tortured you, mocked you, and told you that this is the suffering process that human nature must undergo. At that time, you were isolated and helpless. Then a group of people ran up to you, preaching the transformation they have undergone through tempering, and telling you how they turned from the obscure ugly duckling into a noble white swan. They said that as long as you believe that they join them, your door can also Do it ... do you gradually believe it? "Su Fengzi's lips curled up, and he looked at all the intruders with the eyes of all sentient beings." Did you still pick vegetables and eat together? Too bad fruit? Oh, they told you, this is called sharing the pain and suffering, and then you are satisfied. If you suffer some sins together, you feel that you are an indispensable companion. Do you feel like you are in one when you go to bed together? Modern society has called for a treaty to be taken away from the kidneys, and you are not naive. You are really naive. "

With his words, those young faces gradually showed an embarrassing and confused look. Su Fengzi's group mocking skills were too powerful. He knew everything about their most secret things. Why would he know?

In the face of the true elite, their humble and cowardly personality was once again revealed.

But this confusion lasted only a short time, and they became angry again. After all, * being discovered and their beliefs trampled on is an intolerable insult.

They looked red and red, with anger in their eyes as if to burn everything to ashes.

This is a very dangerous situation. In the face of a group of radical fanatics, it is even more unacceptable to defile them than to kill them!

...

The fierce changes in the intruders' emotions were, of course, taken into account by the monitors upstairs. The two people were already very close together, and the raised iron rod was about to fall towards Su Fengzi's head.

Jiang Chao finally couldn't bear it: "Action, action."

He ordered to the wireless microphone.

But the gunfire didn't go off, and no noise came from his headset.

"Hey!" He shouted into the microphone again, but still didn't respond. Obviously, his equipment was useless.

He quickly remembered earlier today that Xing Conglian told him that because the police might be insufficient, he also invited the sniper of Interpol to help him. At that time, he felt that Xing Conglian was kind and agreed to it. The only problem was They are not the same as the icpo system, so in the end, for the sake of action, they were replaced with more advanced icpo wireless devices.

I didn't expect the old penalty to wait for him here!

"Jiang sir, sorry I'm sorry, our boss asked me to do this, you can't just get him out of fist?" In the corner, the dynasty that had been quiet like a chicken suddenly looked up, holding a laptop and grinning.

But Jiang Chao didn't work hard to punish Conglian. This was not because Su Fengzi had been smashed to death. He needed to call 120 quickly, but because someone reached out and caught the stick.

In fact, instead of catching it, it is better to say that someone reached out and took a stick for Su Fengzi.

The person who reached out his hand was Lin Chen, and the iron tube suddenly sounded in contact with the flesh, and it was just a bang that made people feel pain.

Lin Chen held the steel pipe.

"Fengzi." He stopped Su Fengzi from saying what he said. "Apologize!" He ordered Su Fengzi.

Su Fengzi was unwilling, but obeyed Lin Chen abnormally. He owed so much money to the gentleman that he was incredible and really apologized to those who broke in: "Sorry."

The intruders were deterred again.

It wasn't just the young students who were deterred, but the people in front of the screen.

The scene in front of us is weird, except weird.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Chen appeared to be more lazy to say a word, but everyone knows that he is the real leader of the three tombs.

Although his ordinary expression was very plain and ordinary, but he stood there indifferently, as if standing in the unattainable clouds, it was inaccessible.

"What are they doing?" Jiang Chao couldn't help asking.

Xing Conglian looked at Jiang Chao and motioned to shut up.

Deputy Captain Jiang sat down beside him in a depressed state: "Old prisoner, what does he want to do, you can breathe with me, otherwise I really open the door and go out?"

"He is trying to impress them." Xing Conglian stared at Lin Chen's figure on the screen, and answered calmly.

Jiang Chao's eyes were of course puzzled. In short, trying to impress a group of brainwashed lunatics. Those who want to do this are probably not far away from madness.

"Of course we can arrest now, but don't you think that there are too few people downstairs?" Xun raised his finger and tapped the screen. "That is to say, then some people in the organization are here. , While another group of people will still perform night operations, and the problems we face have not changed in any way. You are sure, in ... "Xun Conglian looked at his watch and continued:" In three hours, let them relax. ?"

"Of course I can't fucking, what about Lin Chen, so Lin Chen is now trying to make them slack?"

Xing Conglian's eyes fell on Lin Chen's left hand holding the iron rod. In fact, the light was not good. He could not see the specific injuries of Lin Chen. He nodded and repeated breakfast. Lin Chen told him Some words.

"For any extreme group, they can't listen to anything outsiders say. Then, if they want to listen to you, only let them worship you, just as animals surrender to the leader, and groups surrender to Their leaders, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, are nothing but ... "

"But you haven't explained to me that the 'Three Graves' organization fabricated by Lin Chen was used to pull hatred and suddenly became worship?"

Xing Conglian smiled helplessly.

"It's actually very simple, because these students not only belong to their mysterious group, they also belong to the ordinary student group. When the student group started to discuss the mysterious elite student organization and pushed the three tombs step by step to the detective, it also affected subtly. Those crazy children downstairs ... Of course, the impact is only subconscious, so those worship are also subconscious. They themselves cannot realize it, although they hate to dare to challenge and trample their 'Three Graves', but The root of their disgust is because the 'Three Graves' are high above them and represent the classmates they hate. "

Jiang Chao had already lit a cigarette while talking.

"and then?"

Jiang Chao asked.

"Then, according to Lin Chen's words, the group is easily moved by the sharpest extreme image, so ah, he let them see the artistically treated" three graves "ceremony, and a little bit more stupidly is that human beings are always inexplicable. The ground is shaken by some seemingly supernatural phenomena. Probably, is it no different from jumping a big god? "

"Is Lin Chen's friend, Su Fengzi?"

Xun Lian nodded his head: "In the beginning, they would think that Su Fengzi was the leader of the" Three Graves "and that Su Fengzi would really flicker. He satired them to ridicule them, in fact, for spiritual and belief reasons. It seems to be more powerful than them. At that time, Su Fengzi was already in a very high position. Then, Lin Chen shot, and Lin Chen actually made Su Fengzi apologize. This was not only a favored act. Su Fengzi's obedience made Lin Chen step on his shoulder. In an instant, step onto the altar. "

...

Lin Chen's gaze passed by the children in front of him.

He looked at the young children and looked at the faces. They were all younger and younger than he imagined. Some of them were anxious, some had high toes, some looked embarrassed, and some had makeup on their faces due to sweat. About to take off ...

Lin Chen's gaze finally fell on the petite girl in the corner.

He knew the girl's name. She was Jin Xiao'an. She had a friend named Jiang Liu, and her friend was dead.

"For some reason, you hate this world. Regarding your hatred and the source of this emotion, right and wrong, in fact, I have nothing to say. If you think you have a reason to hate, go to hate. This matter has nothing to do with me. "

He speaks slowly and has no emotions.

In fact, at that time, his heart was indeed calm and indifferent. How could there be so much understanding and understanding among people in this world?

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, why do you care about us, you die!"

The boy holding an iron bar yelled at him. The boy shaved a short board, he was not tall, he was very thin and his eyes were small, maybe because of his body, he had been laughed at and humiliated. He may have a girl he likes, but maybe the girl he likes doesn't like him, he may find someone to tell his inner pain, but maybe no one in this world has ever heard his heart seriously.

Or, it should be said that he may never reveal his voice to the world.

In his whole life, he probably always lived up to his expectations, but he longed for beauty, but he didn't long for him.

Then he met the organization. He had struggled and hesitated, but he could n’t resist the most primitive humanity. He yielded, he gained money, status, and women. He also found that love and being loved were So beautiful ...

So, why would he reject that organization?

Lin Chen wanted to laugh a little. He suddenly realized that if it was him, it would probably be difficult to resist those beautiful temptations.

"I think you are probably misunderstood. I don't want to care about you. I just know the stories of some of you. I feel a bit pity. In fact, I don't think that you were bad before. What's good about you later. But of course, you can ignore my regret, because we have nothing to do with it ... "

"Shut up!" The young man in the crowd suddenly shouted, but in front of Lin Chen, the sound didn't sound right enough.

"Really?" It seemed as if the young man wished, Lin Chen closed his mouth, released his hand holding the iron rod, and turned to leave.

Seeing that Lin Chen was really leaving, all the elites present did not have the desire to stay, and all wanted to disperse.

"You stand still!" The crowd behind them couldn't help shouting.

"Do you really think that your power is strong enough to control everyone?" Lin Chen turned back and smiled indifferently. "You can't even control yourself." He said, raising his wrists with some difficulty. , Looking at the watch, "It's one o'clock now, if you can control yourself, you should know that it is time to go to class."

"Why should we go to class?"

The young man's ridiculous expression appeared on his face. Lin Chen looked at his narrow and narrow eyes and asked, "Why do you ask me to go to class, and why should I tell you? Do you think that class is meaningless Reading is meaningless or even alive. This person does n’t like you. That person does n’t like you. The whole world does n’t like you. You always feel that why you stay here like this ugly world and such disgusting people. Lin Chen took a step forward and looked down at the young man in front of him.

"Is not it?"

The boy with small eyes suddenly became excited, and Lin Chen was almost hit by his crazy iron rod.

"Don't think that I don't know what you elites think. You look at the road, but you have never looked at us squarely. You think we are ugly and weird. You look down on us!"

"It's just that you think so, it's you who live in the grave of self-pity, not me." Lin Chen said lightly.

"Oh, say so!"

"not like this!"

Su Fengzi, who had been standing by the side, suddenly spoke. He had a high pitch, with a trembling ending, and the stern drinking sound echoed in the entire old building.

No one spoke.

No one dares to speak.

"I know Jiang Liu." Su Fengzi's voice sounded again in the dark and depressed space. His hand was still bleeding, but more blood had solidified around the wound, turning into brown ugly scars.

When hearing the word Jiang Liu, all the young students holding the equipment couldn't help shaking.

"What should I say about Jiang Liu's relationship? In fact, she is my friend, or she is my reader. She said that she liked my book, but we never met before she died. "Su Fengzi's voice was very light. He seemed to be trying to suppress himself, his voice was a little trembling." When I first met, Jiang Liu wrote to me, and she said to me that she felt very unsightly, she said her eyes Especially the nose is too flat, the skin is not good, and the pits are ridiculous. So she likes my book for a very simple reason. She said that she admires the girls I wrote and they look so good So happy and so handsome and handsome boys like them, she admires them very much, she said that she really wanted to be loved, but no one loved her. At that time, I did n’t know how to comfort a sad girl, this pair It ’s too difficult for me, and I always felt that it was n’t easy to be loved. As long as you dress well and dress up beautifully, there will naturally be a boyfriend telling you, but in fact, I forget Man-to-man Different, some people are self-confident, some people are inferior, I forgot that for some people, it is just something that can be done easily, and for some people, they need to work hard to get the meager You have the courage to do it, you see, this world is so unfair. At that time, I could n’t appreciate the feeling of a girl who was extremely inferior, and I could n’t imagine how much courage she had accumulated before she showed me her. Photo. When I saw her photo, I even thought she was too contrived, she could not be as ugly as she described, she was very pure and cute. Perhaps because of this, I did n’t care about her anymore. But one day, she suddenly told me that the school she respected 丨 her sister took her into a new world, and she felt that she could really become the girl in my pen that has many and many people love, but I still do n’t have Treat her, I think she's probably crazy. Until one day, she suddenly contacted me and asked me to see her performance. I didn't want to go, but I was actually curious about what she was now. Up Looks like this, so I still arrived at the place we agreed to, but what I saw was her figure jumping from a high altitude. "Su Fengzi paused and laughed at herself," I'm not that kind of For people who regret this kind of thing, I just have some regrets. She can't hear me praise her for being beautiful. After all, I won't agree to meet a dinosaur. "

Su Fengzi's voice drifted gently into the ears of all the students. He had finished speaking, but no one spoke.

Everyone was silent, the first girl to cry was the girl in the corner who had just finished eating two sachets.

"Is this good?" Jiang Chao said, pointing at the crying **** the screen.

"Of course, sincere tears represent that they feel sad, and it is people who can feel pain and sorrow." Xing Lianlian said.

...

In that dark hall, Lin Chen was still peaceful and peaceful, as if clouds in the night sky or winds higher than clouds.

He said: "In fact, when Jiang Liu jumped from that building, I was there, because my little sister also jumped down from there. In fact, I really do n’t know my little sister. She may really be Too painful and too hopeful to seek relief from death, but for me, I have always regretted that I did not save her, because if I could, I would like to have another drink with her. "

Lin Chen reached out and gently rubbed the hair of the boy with small eyes in front of him, saying, "In fact, you don't need the group that makes you fall in love, because this world may like you There are not many people, but there are always one or two who love you sincerely and without reservation. "

"If you come out, you will see it." He let go of his hand covering the hair of the teenager, and said a little bit leisurely and seriously: "Although it is only my hope, my hope is actually not too much with you. It ’s a big relationship, but I hope that no matter how unbearable this world is, you can stick to it, come out and look at it again. "

end

Su Fengzi is not a good person.

To a large extent, he fits Fu Hao's comments to him "a despicable and shameless man", but even Fu Hao cannot deny that Su Fengzi is an excellent story maker. He is as elegant as he is full of Passion is full of deception, and many times, he stands there, telling a story.

Because the half-truth and half-false story told by Su Fengzi is too touching, those children really let go of the idea of ​​destroying the world at the end. Maybe even the black hands behind the scenes did not expect that their indestructible organization had fallen apart in an instant.

Su Fengzi was dragged away by an ambulance because of a severe hand injury, and Jiang Chao has started a real net collection operation based on the clues provided by the students. Beyond action.

At this moment, he and Lin Chenzheng were sitting side by side in the corridor of Yongchuan University Hospital. Lin Chen's wrist was very high, and an ice bag given by the nurse was pressing on it.

Half an hour ago, Lin Chen refused to go to the hospital with Su Fengzi. Xun Conglian probably knew that he just wanted to be alone, so they had been sitting in the corridor for twenty minutes, and although he wanted to talk, he Did not say a word.

Yongchuan University's campus hospital does not have the usual cold atmosphere of ordinary hospitals. They are lively around. Students are always sick or injured, so that the school hospital is always quiet and sometimes business is flourishing.

Now, they probably really caught up with the good times of business.

Xing Cong looked at the basketball player whose name was just called in front of them, and then counted them. According to the doctor's current speed, they probably had to wait another half an hour. As he looked around, he suddenly heard Lin Chen Speak up.

"Today, really thank you."

Xun Conglian suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and he looked at Lin Chen inconceivably, very, very shocked.

"You don't need to say those polite words or self-confidence. I said thank you, but I just want to thank you. If you are not here today and you change to any other person, there is probably no all-win possibility."

Lin Chen finished speaking, but found that the people around him didn't respond for a long time, and he finally looked to the side.

Xing Conglian just lowered his eyes and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. He held those two things in his hands and did nothing.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked.

"No smoking in the hospital," said Xun Lianlian.

Of course, a person like Xinglian Lian will not become sad because he cannot smoke. In fact, the word sad is really not suitable for him at all: "If you are in a bad mood, you can tell me."

"It's not that I'm in a bad mood, but I always felt that people certainly have the ability and must control themselves, but the longer I stay with you, the more I find that people are really easy to be out of self-control." Xing Conglian said Then, I put the cigarette in my mouth, but it was not lit. "I just wanted to smoke a cigarette just now, so I took out the cigarette, how natural it is ..."

"It's natural. Is there any problem with this?"

Xun Conglian turned the cigarette case over and handed it to Lin Chen: "Look, it says that smoking is harmful to your health. Actually, shouldn't I be a smoker?" He said, inserting the cigarette back Cigarette case, "I never thought about quitting smoking. Just now I suddenly thought of trying to quit smoking and I felt uncomfortable. I think I can't quit smoking in my life."

Lin Chen looked at his irritable face, and he just wanted to say that he couldn't quit, anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't smoke.

However, he certainly understood what Xun Conglian wanted to say.

"Do you feel pain?" He asked.

"Pain."

"Congratulations, you are still alive." Lin Chen pressed the ice pack on her hand, grinned in pain, and continued: "And congratulations, when you are suffering because you try to control yourself. It means that you are fighting your bad habits for a good and healthy life, so come on. "

"Is this the tune when you're doing psychological counseling?" Xing Conglian slapped his lips, as if he thought it was too careless to abandon him.

"When I adjust, the fees are generally higher," he said.

Xun Lian laughed absurdly. He reached out to take over the ice bag in Lin Chen's hand and put it up for him: "I just suddenly understood what you said you couldn't control, because you have to control your greed, fear, vanity, and laziness to change. A good life is really too painful, so ah, those children will choose another path. "

Lin Chen looked at Xun Lianlian's relaxed and quiet eyes, but felt that his heart was shaking.

Yes, they are just ordinary people yearning for a better life, but they have gone astray because of simple yearning.

Because there are probably too many books that describe the beauty of life, but in fact, life is a painful journey.

And human nature, human nature is great because we are born with the nature of resistance to greed, fear, vanity, selfishness, stupidity, laziness, cruelty, even if the power of this resistance is sometimes too small and desperate , But it always exists.

People always suffer because of resistance, but they can also be called people because of resistance.

"The hero of that story is probably not Jiang Liu."

Xun Lian suddenly remembered that if Su Fengzi had already found Fu Hao before the jump of the building, then he did not actually appear because of Jiang Liu.

But who is this girl?

He also realized that the reason why they could solve everything smoothly was because Wang Shishi had left a book.

Maybe it was forgotten to deal with it or it was an inadvertent mistake, but in the end, Wang Shishi left a book at the last moment of her life.