Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen was awakened by the sound of a knock on the window.

Standing outside the window was a cleaning aunt wearing a yellow poncho. He got up, opened the window, and listened only to his aura.

"Xiao Lin, do you have the key to Yan Qing's tool room?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly, he shook his head, as if not completely awake: "Isn't the school closed today?"

"Is the school closed? Our boss didn't give us vacation." The aunt drew a long broom. "We are suffering."

Lin Chen was keenly aware of the anomaly here, so he asked: "Who asked you to ask me, the key to Yu Yanqing's tool room?"

"Oh, you guys have such a good relationship." Auntie smiled eagerly. When she saw good-looking young people, the old aunts always teased a few words: "She resigned, the keys weren't returned, who doesn't know. I ’ll always run to you if I ’m fine, is it left to you? ”

The old aunt was still talking, but Lin Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yu Yanqing resigned, but did not return the key to the tool room?

Since she kept the key but did not return it, someone must find the key. If the key could not be found, the logistics department would go to break the door.

So, what's behind the door?

"The key may be with me, but I have to look for it, can you go and clean elsewhere, can you?" Lin Chen smirked slightly and politely said to the aunt. After speaking, he turned back to the bed and dialed the phone On the phone of Xing Conglian,

When Lin Xun arrived, Lin Chen was alone and leaning against the basement entrance.

After seeing Xun Cong followed by the forensic police officer and forensic doctor, he nodded and stood upright.

There was only a dim yellow light in the staircase, which made him look gloomy and even sad.

As a criminal investigator, of course Cunlian could smell the abnormal **** smell in the air. He looked dull, put on his gloves, and opened the door to the basement.

There was no light in the basement, but the thick **** smell made everyone suffocate.

The policemen who are accustomed to handling the scene have blocked the cordon in accordance with regulations. The lights in the basement and the lights brought by the police are all on. The lights are dazzling.

The damaged desks, dilapidated beds, and sporadic textbooks, everything in the basement was illuminated by spotlights, and even the dust was covered with a layer of light.

And at the end of the entire space, a closed black wooden door.

Some police officers came to find the key, and they asked Conglian.

Xun Lian looked at Lin Chen, took the key, and walked to the black wooden door.

Opening the door is very simple. The key is inserted into the keyhole, twisted slightly, and the door is opened with a click.

Xing Lianlian felt, however, that it seemed that there would be nothing more difficult and bitter than this.

The smell of blood drifted down the door,

Putting his hand on the door, he looked at Lin Chen again and said, "I even have to doubt that you are the murderer."

The flashlight emitted a strong light that illuminated the entire room, and the scene inside was shuddering.

In a small tool room, countless tools are stacked up and down, mops, large shears for trimming flowers and plants, hoees, broken plant rhizomes, and various debris stacked on each other to form a dirty and thick black background. Yu Yanqing was naked, squatting at the corner, she had countless fine wounds, and blood was sprayed on every corner of the room, as if countless scarlet earthworms were climbing, absorbing all the heat of life.

At her hand was a small knife commonly found in student pencil cases. The handle was light blue and the blade was covered with solid blood.

Rao was a police officer at the scene of the homicide. Many people could not stand such a **** scene. The scene was quiet and the needle was audible.

The first thing that sounded was the click of the shutter, the flash flashed for the second time, the police officer of the Forensics Division squatted down and took photos of the scene at different angles.

Then the forensic doctor enters the court and will be flattened by Yan Qing, with slow and solemn movement beyond words.

No one spoke.

Just when Yan Qing was lying down, a thin layer of sand was exposed in her stiff fingers.

A handful of white, delicate, like countless aphids, swarming out of the sand.

Xing Cong Lian grabbed Lin Chen and dragged him out of the basement.

Typhoon days are always weird. I do n’t know when the rainstorm stops, and the sky seems to fall as soon as possible.

Xing Conglian pressed Lin Chen on the bench, and behind him was a lush camphor.

He took mineral water from the trunk of the car, shoved it into Lin Chen's hands, and sat down by his side.

As a criminal police officer, he knew very well that he could predict life and death, except for the gods, who had only the murderer and the insider, but he was convinced that Lin Chen was not the murderer. Then, the question arose: What exactly did Lin Chen play in these events What role.

"I'm not a murderer." Lin Chen unscrewed the bottle cap and said very earnestly and frankly.

Few people can face the challenge and explain it so plainly.

"You were in the police station at the time of the park's crime. Of course, you were not the murderer," Xing Conglian said.

"If you believe me, then Yu Yanqing is not a murderer." Lin Chen looked up and took a sip of water.

This is the second time Lin Chen said, if you believe me. Xing Conglian thought, of course I still believe in you.

But some words cannot be said, and some things must be asked clearly

"Why?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Remember the letter?"

"Ok."

"She said, 'Dear, I can finally face death peacefully', I ... finally ..." Lin Chen stared at Xing Conglian, his eyes were cold, "Think about when you would use such words ? "

"I finally had the crayfish, and I finally drank ice beer ..." Xing Conglian answered honestly.

"This is an indication of a state that has been completed or is about to be completed, and contains extremely urgent emotions."

Xun Lian nodded, expressing understanding of Lin Chen.

But even though Yan Qing had decided to die when she wrote the letter, it did not mean that Yu Yanqing was not the murderer who destroyed the rings and killed the youth.

There is no necessary logical connection between the two.

The prisoner paused, and suddenly thought of one of the possibilities: "Will Yu Yanqing be forced?"

Lin Chen shook her head: "Everything she said was in the first person, indicating that she had a strong sense of self when writing this letter ..." Lin Chen's tone was rare and tender, as if she was missing something. " She also wrote some letters to me before, and there is no difference between the typeface of the letter before her death. You know, if Yu Yanqing is coerced, then her mood fluctuates strongly, and the words she writes must also tremble with strokes The font is messy, but I didn't find it. "

Xun Cong scratched his messy hair: "What is this girl thinking, is everything she writes so cold?"

"I only read some of the letters, and the rest, I think, should be treated as the relics of the deceased and given to the police."

Lin Chen was sad.

When collecting those letters, he never actually thought about what to do with them one day.

Maybe one day, he quit his job at school and won't leave with these letters, but handing all the thoughts of a girl to the police is obviously the saddest destination.

He returned to the dormitory to pick up the letter. Someone was waiting in front of the dormitory.

Those were three men in suits.

They were neatly clothed, solemn, and even leather shoes were meticulously polished.

Two of them, Lin Chen, have met in the city's three small publicity boards. They are the school principal and a board member, and the other is a long-known person.

Many times, in the bed and breakfast, and in the hut, Lin Chen was awakened by the knock on the door, and this was the person standing at the door.

"Master Butler, hello." Lin Chen stood in front of his small dormitory, slightly bowed, and saluted the tall and thin man standing in front.

In this era, the housekeepers must be rich.

And to be able to afford a silver-haired, noble butler, must be the top rich.

Therefore, when such a rich man's housekeeper stood in front of some shabby schools and simple and overdone dormitories, he seemed so out of place.

Chen Ping coughed slightly, as if dusted, and before all the villains in the movie spoke.

He lowered his head, and stood a little high, looking at the young man in front of him.

He really admired Lin Chen.

How to say, as the old steward of the Chen family, he knows too many secrets Xin, he knows what this young man has done, and he is very clear how his own master is a paranoid.

Just like the wind and the mustard growing under the wind, young people who can survive calmly under endless pressure are always worthy of respect.

But he is very professional. The Chen family gives him an annual salary equivalent to that of any corporate executive. His existence is to solve all kinds of troubles for the owners, of course, including finding trouble.

So he drove hundreds of axioms, rushed to Hongjing, found the local relationship of the Chen family, and went to the third small director of Hongjing City to make a request.

Few people can refuse the request of the Chen family, let alone a trivial request.

Fire a school board.

In fact, this small matter does not require the school principal and director to come forward.

He didn't even need to meet Lin Chen.

Coincidentally, when he was about to leave, someone rushed to open the principal's office.

The man said that a corpse was found in the school, and a host named Lin Chen called the police.

"Lin Chen, you were fired." The principal said to Lin Chen with his head held high.

"Why?" Lin Chen glanced at the noble butler and the proud principal.

"Look at what you have done in the dormitory. It's not your responsibility to keep the corpse hidden in the dormitory. You see that you have recruited the police!" The buildings can be heard.

"okay."

The roar lingered, and a faint sound like clear water immediately sounded.

The headmaster was a little hesitant. I didn't expect that the young hostess agreed so simply, too dismissively and too lightly.

Just as he wanted to respond, behind him came another voice that was more understatement and indifferent.

"Principal ~ Do you have any complaints about our police work?"