Criminal Psychology

Hongjing Detention Center.

In the grey fluttering interrogation room, the female anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV chanted an open letter program for a while.

Lin Chen filled a glass of water again.

"Your government is` `brave" more than I thought. "She almost admired," I can hardly identify who the anti-socialists are. "

"Of course it's you." Lin Chen could only helplessly use a tone that did not dare to grab you.

"Next step, what are you going to do?" Shen Lian asked curiously, then smiled: "You are here and didn't want to leave, that is to say you were ready from the beginning?"

Lin Chen held the water glass, no matter what.

"Wow, I guess, you're so hypocritical, are you going to play sacrificialism next?"

This is probably the most relaxed and exciting moment for this woman since Lin Chen and Shen Lian met again. As soon as a woman is excited, words will easily become a lot. "I have an idea. Would you like to listen?"

"Please speak."

"You, in combination with factors such as economic population, have chosen the most convenient sacrifice and control in nearly 20 cities in the three provinces, manipulated the account to disguise as the local residents voluntarily sacrificed, and induced everyone to vote for their poorest and most backward. As soon as the result came out, wow, human beings voluntarily sacrificed their spirits to defeat the sinister anti-socialists. They successfully broke the dead end, and maybe they can write a dazzling report if the incident is over. What a beautiful thing, what do you think? "

Shen Lian asked him that.

Lin Chen held the water cup and looked at the lady who was hard to get her teeth in front of him, and said four words: "This is not pretty."

He replied.

...

Not pretty.

It means that such means are not beautiful, such things are not beautiful, and such humanity is also not beautiful.

Lin Chen is an idealist. This is a fact that Xun has long understood clearly.

Therefore, when hearing the solution he had proposed from the strategist, Xun Conglian felt that he was being ridiculed.

He was speechless for a while.

"Will this plan be considered as a government compromise with antisocial elements?"

"I think it's feasible to counter him."

"But the vote is over. Will anti-socialists jump off the wall?"

"The rules of the game you set yourself break and he will only become a laughing stock." The strategist said coldly, "I have 70% confidence."

The rest of the small glass room began to seriously discuss the plan.

Even more than anyone knows the feasibility of the scheme. Of course, only great voluntary sacrifice can confront selfishness and humanity.

Even when a group of accounts were manipulated by the dynasty, they did not have to consider the possibility of leakage.

But Xun Conglian thought, this is really not pretty.

He looked at the people in the glass room, and those outside the glass room who were looking at him with clear eyes, feeling like he was back at the youngest time, when he had not seen so many gloomy Kill with blood, persevere with blood, and trust in this world.

Trust, this is very important.

Xing Lianlian finally made up his mind.

He raised his left hand, not high. He looked at everyone and said the same words solemnly: "I don't agree."

All eager discussions stood still in the glass room.

But except for Minister Shen and a young man who manipulated computers, the rest could not fully understand the irresistible nature of determination in this phrase.

Shen Heming was silent.

But since the young man standing in front of the glass plate raised his watch, he must stop and listen carefully to the other person.

So he also raised his hand and said to the others in the glass room, "Everyone goes out and Xunlian stays."

...

National Yongchuan TV Station.

The wildly rising audience rating indicators go hand in hand with the thumping of doors.

Deputy Director Zhao Ren stood in the general monitoring room outside Studio 1.

In front of the main console, dozens of televisions played each column separately, and the dense current sound made the head pain.

Zhao Ren picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and yelled at him: "Tell the security guard not to knock blindly, I haven't been kidnapped!"

His violent voice passed through the headset to every staff member's ear.

Soon, Zhao Ren heard complaints from the headphones.

"Boss, are you menopause?"

"Slower, my ears are deaf."

Zhao Ren simply responded to the following offenders. He looked down at Yongchuan Satellite TV, which was broadcasting weather news, and looked up at the clock at the top of the main console.

With only five minutes to go, his cell phone remained motionless.

What's even worse is that his assistant came over with the urgently produced video file and asked anxiously: "The consultant Lin's needs have been made, but we haven't given any news yet. We really did. Are there plans? "

"Otherwise?" Zhao Ren said angrily.

"Although Minjiang ’s satellite live car and aircraft are all set up, if they do n’t, let them withdraw?"

"Roll billow!" Zhao Ren cursed.

His rock-stubborn assistant refused to leave: "Boss, didn't Counsel Lin say, if they can't convince their superiors, we can't make good claims. This is really a matter of great responsibility!"

Zhao Ren raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Responsibility? I like to bear it the most."

...

People retreated quickly.

During the period, there were some slight doubts, but neither he nor Xing Conglian's face made people dare to speak.

The glass door was closed again, and Shen Heming looked at Xing Conglian, and asked, "Cong Lian, what is it? Do you still have to stand talking to my old man?"

Xun Lian didn't sit down for the first time, he felt it in his pocket at will, took out the squashed box of cigarettes, and walked to him to sit down and pass out the cigarette.

Shen Heming didn't care about the "wooden posts" standing outside the glass room. He picked up the cigarette, and Xun Lian took out the lighter, and respectfully lit him.

From then on, Xun began to speak in a low voice, and spoke very quickly and in a structured way. Shen Heming kept listening silently.

After 15 seconds, Xunlian stopped narrating.

15 seconds, really short.

Shen Heming experienced the ups and downs of life during this period.

At first, he felt that Lin Chen's plan was really clever, avoiding traps and minimizing losses, and he should not hesitate to agree.

Then, he felt terrified. Like his age, there were very few moments when he was immediately drowned by the extreme fear of careful thought.

He then continuously speculated about the possible results, and then realized why his panic came from, he found that both the kid who just engaged in strategy and him lacked the deepest trust in people.

This is the biggest difference between them and Lin Chen.

Shen Heming took a deep breath, and at last there was an inexplicable shock.

He didn't know where this shock came from, but he hoped that Lin Chen was right.

After Shen Heming spit out his mouth, Xing Cong looked at him with burning eyes, as if looking forward to his answer.

"Isn't that the cigarette?"

He squeezed the cigarette butt, and slowly turned the cigarette around. It was empty, just a normal white cigarette.

The punishment was absent-minded, as if he didn't expect which pot he couldn't open, so he said a little bit badly: "That kind is expensive."

The young man has moss-green eyes, deep and quiet, this is how Shen Heming felt when he first met him.

At that time, Xun Lian was still very young, of course, he is not too old now.

He petitioned the international organization represented by Xun Conglian for the withdrawal of the overseas Chinese, and the other party easily completed the liaison work that they required countless manpower and resources to complete.

He boarded the returning ferry. In front of him was the terrible territories of other countries. Behind him was his fellow countrymen who were dependent on the ferry.

At the age of only 20, Cong Lian stood by the shore and waved at him.

He still can't forget the scene at that time.

In the blue sea and blue sky, the handsome mixed-race young man stood in the wind. Although his stains were exhausted, his green eyes were deep and quiet, like a mountain like a sea.

At that time he was thinking that although humans are always fighting each other, there is still goodwill between them.

Malice is real, so is goodwill.

He recalled that when he was here, Xunlian even interrupted him: "What do you want?"

He said, "Obviously, I should trust your judgment. After all, you have a lot of experience in dealing with difficult problems. But your plan seems to be less sacrificed, but it is actually slightly careless. I can ask why you agree.

"I will agree with the same reasons as you." Xing Conglian said very simply.

Shen Heming sneered: "Is it?"

Xing Conglian seemed to be looking for wording, he thought for a while, or said, "According to Lin Chen, his plan lost less, and a higher-level person like you was easier to accept."

"Why do you not feel comfortable hearing this?" Shen Heming asked back.

"You feel uncomfortable because you don't agree with the word" superior "in your bones. It often means a lot of coldness and trade-offs. It means deceiving and maintaining social stability through the coercive force of the state. In short, it is not a good word." He paused, "This is what Lin Chen said."

"What else did Lin Chen say?" Shen Heming asked angrily.

"He said that if you hear the word" superior "is uncomfortable, it means that you do not agree with another solution deep in your heart. You are an idealist in your bones, and you have this huge trust and goodwill in the world because of trust, So you dare let go. Of course I don't agree with him very much about you, but what he says is right with me. "

Shen Heming frowned: "He does speak better than you."

Xing Conglian nodded earnestly: "He also asked me to tell you that you don't have to doubt that the anti-social will not agree with his plan, because he knows him better than you. The one who wants is not killing, nor blood. What he wants is to open up the ugly face of everyone's heart and expose people to despair of human nature. Then a game that is more fair and can achieve his purpose will be accepted. "

Shen Heming was lost in thought, what Lin Chen said was actually enough but not enough to convince him.

He turned back and saw the dynasty that was ready to stand outside with his notebook, and saw the faces of the young man who were either excited, eager, or worried, or determined, and suddenly found that he really I want to find something on top of "benefit" and "benefit".

Shen Heming thought of this, and finally questioned Conglian even: "You have finished speaking, what else can I say?"

Xing Lianlian stared at him, slowly smiling, and said firmly, "You can say, just do it."