Criminal Psychology

Since it is an illusion, it is always short-lived.

Huang Ze coughed heavily on the other end of the phone, his voice loud enough to overpower their conversation.

"In fact, I don't know what these words have to do to locate Shenyang."

Huang Ze was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the city bureau, and a subordinate was standing behind him. The other party said that a larger leader had come to listen to the situation report, and the background sound was not far from the door opening and closing sounds and the sounds coming one after another Hurriedly. What's more terrible is that the reporter's vehicles in front of the city bureau also increased at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

As if something big is going to happen, what happened?

The entire hallway was suddenly quiet from the end. Huang Ze knew that time was up. In the end, he could only say, "Lin Chen, you have twenty minutes."

...

Huang Ze's phone was simply hanging up.

Near the dumpling shop, under the camphor tree, the dumpling box held by the teenager was almost empty.

The simple hang-up sound made the teenager look up, he asked carefully: "Brother Achen, I don't understand how we can find Shen Lian, is this my problem?"

"For Shen Lian, she didn't choose much during the escape process. Now that she has achieved the set goal, the only possibility is hiding. The whereabouts of ordinary criminals may be difficult to estimate, but for Shen Lian, she will choose a place that makes it extremely secure. "

"Li Jingtian chose to hide in the embassy is very safe, but what kind of place can make Shen love a sense of security?" Wang Chao asked.

"When I'm with my own person." Lin Chen said, "Now we look back at the case at hand, and there is one problem that has not been resolved: Why does Shen Lian make the old people mentally deranged?"

"Is it related to the old grandfather who died, right? That old grandfather also has mental problems, right?" The dynasty suddenly realized, "Isn't the old side just saying that Shen Lian was excited when he heard the grandfather's last death time! At that time, he didn't speak for the old man. He didn't tell the truth to the police afterwards. He called the police after a month and a half. Why is it that such an unsympathetic person broke down when he found out that his grandfather had died? "

"Specifically, that's not compassion, but empathy," Lin Chen corrected. "Empathy comes from an early age. It's an emotion that predicts the suffering of others and wants to help others. It's hard for her to perceive the elderly. And help each other, but it does n’t mean that she ca n’t feel her pain. In fact, even the coldest-blooded violent people have strong empathy, but they only cover their own companions and affect others ’lives. Disdain. "

"What does this mean, who is your companion in love?"

"Look, most psychological principles are just a simple sentence or two."

Lin Chen paused.

The wind on the road blew through the camphor trees, and the shadow of the swaying branches fell on them without a sound.

...

Huihe nursing home is also quiet.

But this kind of quietness is not so much a proper adjective as nursing homes like tranquility or serenity.

As at night, there are no people in the corridors during the day. The bright and bright tiles show that it has been well cleaned, but because it is too smooth, it means that there are few people here.

This is of course different from a normal nursing home, because anyone who has been to a nursing home knows that old people like to sit in a corridor without wind and sun, but this scenario does not appear at all in a nursing home at all.

The wild dog on the barn was barking again, stepping on the undulating dog bark.

The lady in the form of a nurse lady stood in front of the mirror, tidying her neckline, and the water flowed down. The lady left a wet stain on her neck with her wet fingers.

This is a standard two-person ward, the room is extremely dim, and the bathroom light is on.

There are still two elderly people lying on the hospital bed. By the dim light, the thin skeleton of the elderly can be seen vaguely under the white bedding. Further up is a hand placed outside the quilt, and the other hand is inside the quilt.

At the chest, the thin quilt on the old man was apparently just taken care of, and further up was a dry bark neck, dried lips, and hollow eyes covered with a lot of white eyes.

Yes, the two old men on the hospital bed both had their eyes open. They looked up at the ceiling. Some old disrepair molds grew along the gap in the ceiling.

The footsteps echoed in the ward again. The lady nurse went to the window, brushed the curtains and opened the curtain, and the bright sunlight spilled into the ward. However, even the sudden light did not make the two elderly people in the hospital bed blink.

The still undulating chest means that the old people have not died, but it is no different than the corpse.

Just then, the lady nurse turned around, pulled away the quilt, and lay in.

...

Old Side Dumpling House.

The police officer who stepped out of the door nodded his greetings to the trio of flower beds, and Lin Chen nodded, and then returned to God.

The dynasty asked what caused Shen Lian to be unable to accept the death of the old homeless man.

Lin Chen thought about many causes, but the simplest and most likely reason is only one.

"Shenlian, she can't accept herself as a murderer like a resident of Xiaolin Lane."

Not only the dynasty, but even the tortured prisoner, police officers in the distance rode on motorcycles.

"This is just my guess. The specific problem will not be understood until I see Shen Lian." Lin Chen eased his breath, calmly, "When a normal person encounters extreme stimuli, they will choose various defense mechanisms or recognize Knowing how to adjust to relieve psychological pressure. But Shen Lian, her psychological problems are destined that when she encounters these things, she can't relieve those pressures like normal people. "

"So what?" Xun Conglian asked. He had cyan stubble on his chin, his face was sharp-edged, and his eyes were wise, so he could see through the heart without much effort.

Lin Chen retracted her eyes, suppressed the emotions in her heart, and said calmly: "Simply speaking, Shen Lian originally believed that the old man had died unexpectedly during the shoving process with the residents of Xiaolin Lane. There was no such thing for her. Psychological stress, because the death of the old man has nothing to do with her. But when she suddenly discovered that the old man was not dead at that time, but died gradually due to a serious injury in the cold and rainy night, then she did not go to see the old man again It has also become one of the murderers. Normal people may only think about similar things when they encounter them. It is the responsibility of others present to let the matter pass. But love is not. "Lin Chen said:" There are three kinds of Attack and awake the psychological defense mechanism, transfer, projection, and introspection. If I didn't guess wrong, the subconscious mind chose the last mechanism for her, the so-called introversion is to symbolically change what she loves and hates. With the part of self in mind, she will take in the elderly with mental problems as a part of herself. "

With a crackling sound, the lunch box in the dynasty's hand fell to the ground: "This is too abnormal!"

"Shen Lian has suddenly changed into a person, and his academic performance has been soaring. Is this also related to this?" Xing Conglian asked keenly.

"It's just a guess. After all, we don't know what kind of old man it is, but you need to know that schizophrenia is sometimes one of the pronouns of a character."

The dynasty hit a spirit, this is like: "The elderly with a mental illness is her kind? Then what is she doing to make the grandparents all over the country become crazy, and what does this have to do with teacher Duan? ! "

Lin Chen looked down and touched the young man's head: "Look, I'm not a god, how can I know so much. So, since Teacher Duan has helped us find Shen Lian, we will find her and ask."

"How can we find Shen Lian!" The dynasty asked the question, and felt like an idiot. He turned around and squatted down in front of the flower bed, pulled the computer and started searching for organization information.

Lin Chen said, "Hongjing is not a mega city, and there are not many such institutions around the city. Excluding large institutions under the national civil affairs department, private centers are even more handy. number……"

...

The summer breeze was hot, brushing the green fields and over a large melon shed, and rolling along the field to the city center.

An overwhelming heat wave swept over the high or low buildings and rolled on the square in front of Hongjing Police Station.

A Lincoln car drove along City Street and stopped slowly at the gate of the city bureau.

The reporters who heard the news, like sharks smelling blood, occupy favorable terrain at the gate of the police station, neither dare to go too far, and certainly do not want to give up the front row position.

Compared with the reporters at the door, the real conference room is very quiet, and everyone is swallowing clouds.

Sitting in the top position, Huang Ze was the chief who bowed and saluted.

The sergeant's face was dignified, and there was a chill on the table, and finally, the other party slammed the table: "No one can say so yet, so why?"

Probably because the boss was angry, the heavy smoke in the air shook.

Just then, the door of the conference room was knocked.

Huang Ze looked suddenly at the door.

...

The entrance to the old dumpling house.

In the harsh sunlight, the dynasty's laptop reflected blurry white light that was barely visible.

Lin Chen sat quietly, with a peaceful face, and her delicate white neck was sweating due to running and exposure, like a layer of enamel-coated porcelain. He's not looking at the screen, it's more like thinking about something casually.

"Don't think too much." Xing Conglian said to Lin Chen. This sentence is a bit vague, but for Lin Chen, it should be a straightforward sentence.

Lin Chen looked at the void in the distance, and did not mean to hide his thoughts from him: "I just think that human psychology is very interesting. Born into such a perverted mania, she really drives her crazy. It is the only thing in her humanity. Goodwill, "Lin Chen paused, adding," I hope I was wrong. "

Xun Lian stunned suddenly, he looked at Lin Chen, but the other side did not look back at him.

Xun Lian stood up, put his hand in his pocket, and said, "Counselor Lin, come with me."

Lin Chen looked up and Xun Lian took out the car key and pointed to the direction of the jeep parked in the shade of the roadside tree.

Lin Chen followed him and walked to the car.

Xun Conglian habitually opened the door of the cab and found Lin Chen was standing behind him. He turned the key in his hand and looked back at Lin Chen.

"You have to talk to me alone, but I don't want to talk." Lin Chen told him.

Xun Lian nodded, and immediately understood what Lin Chen meant: "Yes, the cab is a bit crowded."

He opened the back door and walked in, Lin Chen stepped on the car. .

Thanks to his newly changed car film, the interior of the car was extremely dim, and the sun shone through a shade of trees and windows to a small seat.

Although it was mid-summer, the air conditioner in the car had not dissipated, and there was a coolness.

Lin Chen also stepped on the other foot, and Xun Conglian took his wrist, jokingly said, "In fact, the cab is also good. You can sit on my leg."

As soon as his voice fell, the door slammed shut.

Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen had buckled his ten fingers. The next moment, Lin Chen obeyed his opinion, separated his legs, and sat on him.

Xing Conglian felt that his chest was stagnant one by one. Lin Chen's warm body leaned on him without leaving a gap. Sometimes Lin Chen was really terrible.

Without looking down, he can imagine Lin Chen's posture.

At this moment Lin Chen was half-knelt on the seat, her back flexed flexibly, and her feet wearing canvas shoes should be exposed out of the cushion, and the shoelace was hanging in the air and shaking gently.

Similar scenes have appeared in Xun's memory. At that time, the air was filled with awe-inspiring *. Now, it is clear that their relationship has progressed so much, but it has become plain and plain.

But now, he doesn't have that much time to think about what this dullness means.

After all, Lin Chen was leaning on his shoulder and fell to his throat with a cool breath, which made it difficult to distract.

Through the shirt fabric, he stroked Lin Chen's sweaty back with one hand. He could clearly and clearly feel Lin Chen's shoulder armor, spine protrusions, and flexible skin.

Lin Chen had already made it very clear just now. He didn't want to talk, he just wanted to sit quietly together.

In this very quiet process, Lin Chen's breathing rhythm did not change at all, but because the compartment was so quiet, they could gradually feel each other's heartbeat. Because of the entanglement of breathing, the temperature gradually rises, there is a kind of ambiguous ambiguity, but more, maybe because of Lin Chen's weight on his leg, or because of Lin Chen's strong heartbeat, he can realize a kind of A sense of trust in the body and mind.

A very precious and unreserved emotion.

After a while, when the time was short and Xunlian hadn't had time to taste the feeling, he listened to Lin Chen saying, "Xunlian ..."

"It's called the full name, it's a bit serious." Xun Conglian kissed Lin Chen's ear.

"I……"

Lin Chen just spoke and Xun Lianlian interrupted him and said, "You are not so fragile. You don't need me to pay attention to your mental state all the time. If you find something wrong, you will be asked to talk to you?

"No, I'm vulnerable and I really need you."

Lin Chen said so.