Criminal Psychology

The dynasty works really well.

This is something that Lin Chen has been feeling many times. In fact, if there is no dynasty, they will spend a lot of time on useless data retrieval during the case handling process, and the efficiency will be much lower than now, but as long as there is Young people with IQ are always online. Many times, as long as they ask questions and ideas, they will quickly give answers, which is really inconvenient.

And this is probably one of the reasons that Xun Conglian has always brought people around.

"Achen, do you see a milk tea shop over there? On the southeast corner, there is a Hong Kong-style milk tea shop. The perspective in front of that tea shop should be good."

The brisk voice came from the young man. Lin Chen couldn't help but look at the time. The time he spent thinking and searching was only about 20 seconds. He really didn't know where the African child Xun Conglian came from.

"See," he answered.

"I passed a wifi cracking software to your mobile mailbox. If the owner of that tea shop doesn't give you the wifi password, you can crack it yourself!" Wang Chao added.

"Are you from Africa? Now milk tea doesn't provide wifi how to do business." Xun Cong reprimanded.

"It's also possible that you won't give it without buying anything!"

"Isn't it enough to show the credentials?" Xing Conglian said again.

Lin Chen stepped up and walked there, listening to the voice of the two, he suddenly felt that even if there was a problem, it could probably be solved.

"But if it is cracked, isn't it more cool and more technical?" The dynasty retorted disappointedly, and then gave him science popularization, "Achen, do you know that Mao must let you connect to wifi, because In an emergency situation, so many people at the scene, once a major accident occurs, the g □□ signal is easily blocked, but the Internet facilities will be relatively smoother if there is no violent damage. If the phone is unavailable, you can use the Internet phone what do you think?"

"I think your fears scare me," he replied.

"Ah, Ah Chen, don't be afraid. Our boss has done this in any dangerous situation. You must believe that I will protect you!"

Lin Chen bowed his head slightly, walked along the periphery of the crowd, and walked towards the tea shop, even after the dangerous situation?

So he thought for a while and whispered, "How dangerous is it again?"

"For example, to rescue a number of precious cultural relics under the pressure of air strikes, deserts, terrorists, and circle the nations!"

"How about writing a novel?"

On the other side of the phone, Xun Conglian obviously drew another dynasty.

Lin Chen smiled, it was a fictional life.

Suddenly, he felt that Li Jingtian's singing stopped.

At the end of the song, the singer stabilized his breath and his breathing was a little rough.

The audience began to scream, and the occasional exclamation shouted, which stood out on the blank background sound.

Just listening to the singer's low laughter, the scene was instantly heard.

He said: "Thank you very much for coming today ..."

His voice was a bit low, and although he couldn't see the situation on the stage, Lin Chen could obviously feel the unusually sad atmosphere at the scene.

In principle, he should stop now and listen carefully, but inexplicably, he started to trot and ran to the milk tea shop pointed out by the dynasty.

"Do you know the floor of the mall broadcasting room?" He asked the dynasty with a mobile phone. "I need to go to the broadcasting room."

"I don't know. There are no broadcasting rooms on all records on the Anson International website. I'm also looking for it, but are we going to bet on the top floor or on the negative first floor?"

"What to bet on, cut directly into the broadcast system."

"Boss, can you be more civilized, and you can cut people's broadcasting system casually, do you think you are a hacker?"

The two kept arguing on the other end of the phone, but it was clear that Xun Conglian had no longer the thought of joking with the dynasty, and he said coldly, "Whatever I ask you to do, you just do."

"Okay, okay, don't be fierce."

"Transfer the floor plan of the mall to another computer, I can see it." Xing Conglian continued.

But at this time, Lin Chen had no energy to listen to them, because he found that no matter where the broadcasting room was, he might have had no time to get there.

Li Jingtian was talking on the stage, but because of the crowd, he couldn't see the specific situation on the stage.

"I know something happened recently that made you worry about me. I'm really sorry, so even though the timing is out of place, I still want to thank everyone ..."

The singer's true feelings are on stage.

Lin Chen looked around. Fortunately, there was a row of dining chairs outside the milk tea shop in front of him. He took a few steps and quickly stepped on one of them, because the clerks were crowded by the railings, and no one was there Discourage him before.

More fortunately, the wifi password of the tea shop was written right in front of the store. He connected to the wireless network and looked at the signal, which turned out to be full.

He hung up the phone, switched the communication method, and stood on a chair, looking down at the hall.

At this moment, the singer was bowing his head slightly, it seems that because of the two difficult tracks, he was tired, so he was panting lightly after speaking.

"Don't say that, don't do that!"

"Don't do this, Sedum we all know!"

Taking advantage of this gap, the girls responded.

Like their innocent and genuine voice, the flashing lights on the scene also burst like fireworks.

The singer suddenly looked up, with a bright smile on his face. He grinned, exposing white teeth, and a sweet dimple on his left cheek. He bowed sincerely, and said, "It seems to say too much. On the contrary, it is too deliberate. I just want to say that right and wrong are free and arbitrary. Thank you very much for your support. I love you, really. "

"Sedum !!! Sedum !!! We love you !!!"

The girls waved the aid in their hands crazy, they shouted and screamed, and some even burst into tears with excitement.

The mall was noisy again, with a brisk prelude to the sound. Unlike the previous two bitter songs, this seems to be a sweet love song. Li Jingtian waved to the audience and laughed: "This song is dedicated to you, is My confession. "

He smiled sweetly, and the audience screamed again.

The scene was noisy again, and some people were clapping their hands, some people shook their heads, and some people continued to take pictures.

Lin Chen pressed the phone against her ears, and the dynasty seemed to be reporting something to Xun Lian.

"Boss, that's fine. The flow of people at the scene is 200% of the load." The person on the other side of the phone paused, and seemed to see something incredible. He shouted, "Fuck, why is Zheng Suo again? Letting people in! "

After hearing this, Lin Chen's eyes moved to the stage again. The atmosphere on and off the stage was very good, and the fans were singing with the singing lightly.

Where is the problem?

He looked at the row of guests in black. Huang Ze and others seemed to be getting up and preparing to leave. At the same time, fans under the stage were waving a support lamp, and a young girl in a red dress was holding a bouquet and standing. Under the stage, it seems that the on-site staff is arranging to come and present flowers.

It was a bunch of lush green roses, wrapped in pure black gold-gold paper. The face of the girl wearing a mask was hidden in long hair, which was unclear.

and many more.

Why do girls who wear flowers wear masks and don't want to be photographed?

But fans occasionally come on stage, don't you want to take a photo with the star and hug, is it reasonable to cover your face?

"Xing Conglian, immediately call Zhengsuo!" Lin Chen restrained the urge to jump off the chair and rush to the fence, shouting to the other end of the phone.

While talking, the girl in the red dress was holding a bouquet of flowers, stepping on the brisk melody and stepping onto the stage.

The singer on the stage also saw some flowers. During the interlude, he whistled with the melody and looked gratefully at the red skirt **** stage. His eyes were somewhat grateful and even a little shy.

The audience was almost caught in the sweet love atmosphere.

The distance between the two was getting shorter and shorter, and the breathing between them seemed clear and audible. Li Jingtian saw the bunch of green roses covering the young girl's large face, and saw the young girl's bright eyes because of her passion. His eyes He fell on the bow hairpin on top of her head, he thought to himself, if he hugs, his chin may just be on the hairpin.

"Thank you." He took the green rose from the girl, and the response was a little embarrassed, but he didn't have time to look carefully at the rose in his arms, and was caught by the girl. As expected, his The chin just hits the top of the girl's fluffy and soft hair, and the nose is filled with the rich aroma of refreshing lemon shampoo and roses, which is intoxicating.

I don't know if it was because of the two people's sudden hugs on the stage that they started to commotion under the stage. In the crowd, his teenage fans began to scream, and the only way the girls expressed their emotions was screaming.

He was leaning on the girl's back, feeling that the man in his arms suddenly stomped his feet, and the kiss with a slightly scent of roses had arrived. He was a little surprised, but it was too late to avoid it.

The next moment, he felt something wrong on the neck, the girl's fair fingers slipped from his neck, and between them, he felt that he was pushed hard by the girl, and the big man was pushed a little unsteadily.

Under the stage, the chaos is still screaming, but the emotion in the call has changed.

No longer enthusiastic and excited, but frightened and panic-stricken, those voices are very screaming, as if the giant palm card owner has those sweet throats, making the voice hoarse and fearful.

Is the fear of death?

what happened?

Li Jingtian looked back, looking for the girl who had just given flowers, but she only saw the girl jumping off the back of the stage, her black hair drawn a graceful arc in the air, and then her figure disappeared into the safe passage.

He glanced back at the flourishing rose in his hand, and the other hand touched his neck, as if he felt something wet and slippery. He wanted to open his mouth, but suddenly felt that his throat could not be made anymore. It's half a syllable.

The microphone dropped heavily.

There was a deafening roar in the sound, and countless people covered their ears at the scene.

A drop of bright red blood dripped down his neck.