Criminal Psychology

Jiang Zhe's angry shout no longer heard on the phone, Lin Chen handed the phone back to Xing Conglian.

In the monitoring screen, Huang Ze put on a Bluetooth headset, then picked up an HD camera and approached the bus in the corner of the parking lot.

"You all back."

Huang Ze's voice came from his mobile phone, and he drove away reporters behind him.

Xingcong approached the microphone: "Inspector Huang, please be careful when opening the door. The suspect is very likely to connect the lead of the start timer to the door, so ..."

"So it does not rule out the possibility that the bomb will suddenly explode when I pull the door again?"

"Yes……"

The sentence of Xun Lian didn't fall, Huang Ze had carried the camera and pulled open the bus door.

Everyone's heart tightened.

The door opening opened, and the high-definition camera has transmitted the clearest image of the scene. It can be clearly seen from the image that a thin line connecting the timed bomb and the door is hanging softly.

The bus driver opened his mouth and began to struggle frantically in the face of the rushing police officer.

Huang Ze mounted the camera on the front seat. He debugged the machine and asked, "What's the picture?"

The camera was aimed at the driver's chest, and at the left position of his heart, the line of timed bombs and the thunder tube appeared completely.

The timer is transformed from the simplest electronic clock. The bright red numbers are blinking constantly, and only 19 minutes and 58 seconds are left.

Xing Conglian groaned for a while, covering the phone microphone, and told the staff nearby: "There will be a car repair warehouse at the high-speed rest station. Go and find all types of pipe wrenches and milling tools. Wash them with water for ten minutes. To the bus. "

Hearing this, Lin Chen suddenly held the prisoner Conglian: "Don't you say that this bomb is not complicated, just dismantle the ignition device?"

"That's a 101-type rear-throw thunder tube. Dismantling the ignition is like cutting off the line of fire. It is not completely safe. If Huang Ze has received professional training, we have a more secure way, which is to remove the insurance directly. Gaskets and boxes for the ignition electrodes. "

In the picture, Huang Ze squatted on the ground, patted the back of the driver's hand, then he got close to the bomb, looked for a while, suddenly turned his head, stared at the camera, and asked: "Captain Captain, what do you think?"

"Planlorplanl."

"Lifeorluck, desperately or desperately." Huang Ze laughed. In the camera, his hair ends were wet with sweat, but still smiling: "It seems that I have always been a contempt for the Captain of the Sentence, which army do you come out of? of?"

Xun Cong continued to look dignified, and he had a sympathetic relationship with Huang Ze: "I would like to ask the inspector Huang, how can you expel a thunder tube?"

"It must be faster than the Captain Captain." Huang Ze looked at the number on the driver's chest and said, "I need a set of No. 3 pipe wrenches and milling tools. If not, a utility knife and a screwdriver can be used."

"Already preparing."

After finishing the sentence Cong Lian, Huang Ze said "um" lightly, and said nothing else, and the two fell into an unbearable silence.

Just then, Lin Chen, who had been staring at the big screen, suddenly said, "Huang Ze, give your Bluetooth headset to the driver."

"What do you want to do?" Huang Ze suddenly turned his head and stared at the camera.

"Ask a confession." Lin Chen glanced at the large screen, Huang Ze's angry eyes moved to the bus driver's face again, his tone was calm and monotonous, and he did not seem to take into account the moment of life and death that would happen next. .

Huang Ze glanced at the driver, then lowered his voice: "This man is going to be scared to death. At this time, you still want to ask for a confession?"

"He has all the clues of the 26 missing children and 2 teachers." Perhaps because the screen was too bright, Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Wait a minute, maybe it's too late."

After Lin Chen spoke, Rao was Xing Conglian, and he took a deep look at him, and seemed to feel that his wording was not appropriate at this moment.

Huang Ze rushed out of the car, lowered his voice, and didn't seem to want the driver to hear this conversation: "meaning, if I fail, we are both killed, you can't ask for a confession, right?" He took a deep breath He breathed out and said, "Lin Chen, you are really cold-blooded."

In the monitoring hall, Huang Ze's complaint was publicly released on the mobile phone and accurately passed to everyone around him.

Lin Chen turned his eyes on those questioning unawares, his lips lightened, and he only said one syllable: "Yes."

Huang Ze sneered, tearing off the headset in anger, he rushed back to the bus, patted the driver's shoulder, bowed his head to relax, and hung the headset on the driver's ear.

The bus driver still seemed to be immersed in extreme panic and understood what was happening, just shaking his head desperately.

"Master, I hope you can calm down and answer me a few questions." Hearing the rapid breathing sound coming from the earpiece, Lin Chen took the cell phone from Lian's hand and asked.

Hearing this, the driver subconsciously looked at the camera. He opened his mouth, and his limbs became tense again, as if he could not form a complete sentence.

"Mr. Police officer in front of you is risking your life to rescue you, but we have no whereabouts of the 28 lives left in the car. If you cannot calm down, I will ask the staff at the scene to give you an injection of chlorine Promazine, commonly known as a tranquilizer, helps you calm down and answer my questions. "

While Lin Chen was talking, a whisper rang in the room, Xing Conglian frowned slightly, but he no longer looked at Lin Chen, because in the darkness, Lin Chen quietly held his hand, and then squeezed it gently.

Obviously, there is no such thing as chlorpromazine at the scene of the emergency, but it is also clear that the bus driver did not know this.

Lin Chen's words miraculously calmed down the driver. He gasped and said intermittently, "Save me, please save me! I have children ... my wife, and I'll wait for me to eat ..."

The driver cried, moving everyone in the room, and some young girls couldn't help crying.

"I would like to ask if you still remember how this tourist bus was hijacked?"

"At Meicun rest stop, when smoking, someone held a gun against my back and let me get in the car and do what he said."

Hearing this, Huang Ze pulled out his mobile phone, called up a blurred surveillance photo, and asked the driver, "Is this the person?"

The driver looked at the photo and nodded quickly: "Yes, that person is a bit short and wearing a gray scarf, so he can't see his face!"

Lin Chen frowned, before Huang Ze said the next sentence, he continued to ask: "Do you remember, how does he control the entire bus?"

"He asked me to sit down and pretend to drive. He was sitting on the dashboard. When the children came up, he took out a pile of sugar for the children. When the teacher came up, he quietly held his hand against the teacher. Waist. "

"Where did the kids and teachers in the car go?"

"That man stopped the car halfway, then bombed me, and parked the car in the parking lot of Langchuan Rest Station. He also said that he would park in parking lot 27. If he parked the wrong place, the car would explode . "

Time passed every minute, and Lin Chen's problem continued.

"Where do you mean halfway?"

"A place to drink North Sichuan exit."

"How far is it from Yinchuan North Exit?"

"About ten minutes."

"Do you remember when they got off the bus?"

"I don't remember, I don't have time to remember this, Mr. Police, why aren't you still acting? It's too late!" The driver said, looking down at his chest again, with less than 14 minutes left.

Huang Ze heard that he had to get the headphones.

"I have one last question. Can you repeat, how does he control the entire bus?"

Lin Chen returned to the question he had asked before, and the whispered conversation in the monitoring hall turned into an uproar.

"I have already answered this question, did I not make it clear just now, why should you ask me!" The driver suddenly raised the volume, looking angry and excited. He was desperately struggling, and the situation inside the bus suddenly became extremely uncontrollable.

"Lin Chen, what the **** do you want to do!" Huang Ze snapped back the headset and shouted at the microphone.

"Huang Ze, please bring the Bluetooth headset back to your ears and answer me a few questions."

In the picture, Huang Ze put on the headset according to the words, Lin Chen said again: "Can you really dismantle this bomb in 13 minutes?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"How confident are you that when using a tool to remove a bomb, you will not explode the explosive in the thunder tube due to accidental splashing of Mars or a slight vibration."

"With plenty of time, the success rate is 75 to 80 percent."

"That is to say, now that the time is not enough, your success rate will be greatly reduced, and it is also possible that you will detonate it during the demolition process."

"You are quite direct."

"Huang Ze, do you believe me?" Lin Chen looked calm and erect, and suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with it.

A few months ago, he asked the same question about torture. Now, the person who answered the question changed, because the other party was Huang Ze, he could not even guarantee that he could get the expected answer.

"What do I believe in you? After you killed Xiaowei, how did you make me believe in you?" Huang Ze faced the camera, and the dark-haired young man was sweating. He pulled the corner of his mouth. It's for Lin Chen.

Xun Lian can clearly see that when Huang Ze mentioned a girl's girlfriend's name, Lin Chen Gujing's face had a strange expression, and that expression was not remorse or remembrance, but pain. As if steel nails are stuck in the bone marrow or a hammer is used to break the back of a spine, and people who are deep and restrained will suddenly be unable to control their emotions because of a sudden appearance of a name. Therefore, many people call that emotion as Cone pain.

But Lin Chen is still Lin Chen, and the painful expression on his face will soon disappear. The voice is still so clean and gentle, without choking: "Did you see the red line of fire that fixed the driver to the seat, etc. After the tool is delivered, please cut the line directly. "