Criminal Psychology

It was very common in the early morning.

Early in the morning, patients walked in the hospital garden, white smoke was emitted from the canteen chimney, and nurses pushed trolleys to distribute drugs to each ward.

Lin Chen, holding a small bouquet of daisies, went into Shen's ward.

The only patient in the ward's eyes closed tightly, as if no one knew.

However, monitoring showed that she was now conscious.

Lin Chen put the folder in her hand down on the bedside, picked up the vase, picked up some water on the faucet, inserted the tender yellow daisies one by one into the bottle, and placed it on the nightstand.

Shen Lian lashed slightly and opened her eyes slowly.

Her neck was covered with heavy white gauze, and her hands and feet were copied to the bed, weak enough to break at the touch. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the flowers under the bedside.

It was just that momentary glance, Lin Chen knew that the soul of Shen Shen was cold and firm, as ever.

"Don't mind too much," said Lin Chen. "This is not persuasion. This bouquet of flowers is not for you. You can do it right. This is my memory of the one-sided friend."

Lin Chen sat down beside the bed.

He no longer needed to observe Shen Lian's expression, and did not mean to go on with Shen Lian. He looked at the flowers and the sky outside the window, as if talking with some friends who had left.

"For more than a year, I have been very upset."

"I have seen girls who have been wronged for their fathers, school girls who are willing to commit suicide, have seen unscrupulous sexual assaults, and I have seen victims who are reluctant to commit crimes for their idols. I have been abducted and have gone abroad I have been to the cruelest place in the world, and I have seen the simplest and most beautiful soul in the world. I have met the love of my life and almost killed Huang Quan. I successfully brought the criminal to justice but failed to save it. I want to save the most ... "

"These experiences made me extremely desperate when I was most confused and confused. Too many bitter stories seem to really say that the world is unreasonable and never fair, and any struggle seems to be a waste of money under the fate of fate, so give up efforts and refuse Hope and recognize the cruel reality. Only coldness and ruthlessness can survive better. This is the ultimate future of the evolution of the human mind. This is your belief. "

"But in this short year, I have seen smart and beautiful girls, and tough and tenacious young people. When I was most in awe, it was when she put down her gun that he ended his life. Time. This tells me that there must be something better than hatred, higher than life and death, and beyond the psychological skills I trust. I think there must be such a thing. "

"It was deeply rooted when our ancestors opened their eyes for the first time hundreds of thousands of years ago to see the beautiful starry sky and vast wilderness. It continues to grow stronger through generations, which is not only moral, but a higher standard that transcends human morality. "

"I never understood why such a rule came about. I don't think that it was created and existed solely to maintain the stability of human society. If that is the case, then it is not necessary for humans to continuously explore the ultimate and It is necessary to weep for beautiful art, and there is no need to strive to be a better person. "

"And after more than a year of experience, it wasn't until a while ago that I suddenly realized what it was."

"I want to do better, I want to be better, I want to influence the world to make it better and better, are the most common pursuits of many ordinary and ordinary people. These pursuits of everything 'better' often Grinded by life's hardships, but will never disappear. "

"After all, when our ancestors opened their eyes, they should see the vast starry sky in the night, and what they longed for was a wider world."

"Then we come to this world, while suffering, but also to see how beautiful it can be, and how much you can see and see, often depends on your pursuit."

When Lin Chen said here, the woman lying in the bed finally felt like she couldn't stand it, and she made a vomiting expression.

Lin Chen finally looked back into the distance and retracted on Shen Lian's face.

He wasn't angry, but just said to Shen Lian calmly and simply, "You still want to say, someone like 'I' has a diseased brain ', can't feel what you said?"

Addicted to love.

"If I tell you, the problem with your brain is just an excuse for excuse yourself. Can you feel everything I say?"

Lin Chen picked up the paper bag near the vase and pulled out one of them, saying silently.

"One day many years ago, Duan Wanshan took his students to do a brain study on tics. In order to fill the control group, which is the number of normal human brain maps, the brains of all his students were scanned together. "

"After this experiment, Duan Wanshan must clearly talk to you. I don't know what he said, but with his straight personality, I am afraid to tell you clearly that 'your brain is sick' and 'control yourself' ... At that time, you may have admiration for him, but after talking, you thought that you were secretly exposed, suffered a shame and shame, and turned from love to hate. "

"But you shouldn't hate him."

"Because whatever he said to you, he was sincere and never stood up and criticized you. In fact, he didn't tell you that in addition to the students, the teacher's brain scans were also included."

"He knows better than anyone who he is."

Lin Chen unrolled the brain scan so that Shen Lian could clearly see it.

The family cannot determine a person, the brain cannot determine a person, and the genes cannot determine a person ...

The brain scan was patchy, with defects in the function of the frontal cortex, prefrontal cortex, and amygdala, which belonged to the brain of most pervert killers and belonged to Duan Wanshan's brain.

Those who belong to this planet and have the best souls.