Criminal Psychology

The dynasty is probably the kind of child who can find excitement no matter what happens.

Lin Chen saw the teenager running towards himself from far away, and the backpack bumped up and down, almost going to the girl's dormitory as a spring outing.

He glanced at the teenager with a apology, and winked at Xun Lianlian.

Under the streetlight, the Captain of the Interpol grabbed his subordinates who flew from a distance and laughed: "Where is Mr. Wang?"

"Investigate the case!" The young man stood sharply.

"Where to investigate?"

"Isn't it a girl's dormitory?" The boy asked back.

The Captain of the Interpol said, taking the boy's peaked cap back, and knocking on his bright head: "What do you want, go to the girl's dormitory at night?"

"Do not take me?" The boy's voice dropped suddenly.

The expression of the dynasty was too grieved, which made Lin Chen couldn't help but look at Xunlian.

"Adolescence, adolescence." Xing Conglian explained to him with a smile, and then tapped the teenager's head again, and commanded: "Take a pair of headphones and a pinhole camera."

"..." Wang Zhao widened his eyes, slowly moved his head, stared at Xun Conglian, and said very shocked, "Boss, don't you want to take a sneak shot of a girl's dormitory, how can I know such a wretched you!"

"Every time is very tricky." Xun Lian paused for a while and continued, "We can't get into the girls' dormitory with great fanfare, it's too easy to be suspicious, and positive interrogation may not be effective."

"So find an undercover?" The dynasty crouched down, and with the dim light of the street lamp, he began to look for all kinds of messy gadgets in his schoolbag, muttering casually: "Who do you want to receive benefits?"

Just then, Fu Hao finally came to them.

After listening to that question, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother.

"Master ... brother ... I'm not suitable!" Professor Fu stumbled.

"Only you are suitable. We all seem to be too much fanfare, but the teacher in charge of psychological evaluation talks with suicidal students, which is quite appropriate."

"But I blush as soon as I lie, I can't lie to anyone, what can I do!"

"It's okay, you don't need to lie. After all, even if you induce a confession, she won't let loose, so you should just go to the girls' dormitory to visit."

"Yes, visit the dormitory and shoot some material!" Comrade Wang Chaoxiao scrambled up from the ground, and could not help but press a pair of miniature earplugs into Professor Fu's ears, then flipped through a paper bag, snapped the miniature camera, handed When he passed, he said, "You can hold the document bag at your fingertips, put it under your armpit, and use it for force." He said, saying, like digging a treasure chest, he changed it into a cigarette case, and threw it to Fu Hao, saying, " Put the cigarette case on the bookshelf a little higher, facing Xiao mm's face. "

He spoke casually, snapped his fingers, and asked, "Do you understand?"

"How could I understand!"

"Have you ever taken a small video, the cigarette case has an objective perspective, the document bag has an objective perspective, soeasy!"

Xing Conglian interrupted the noisy two, and dealt with Hao: "Simply put, the cigarette case is facing the girl, and you stand next to the girl, and the lens is aimed at the cigarette case."

"Then I'm done shooting, do I have to take the cigarette case back?"

"We are not making special films, so of course you will have to take things back. Will you pay a little bit?" The dynasty inserted another word, and then took a shot on Professor Fu ’s back and ended. Undercover training.

Lin Chen looked at his brother's tearless face and said, "7 buildings 201, I have worked hard for Professor Fu."

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In short, although he did not go to a girl's dormitory, Comrade Wang Chaoxiao showed greater interest in watching the professor's undercover girl's dormitory.

They returned to the previous conference room. As soon as they entered the door, the teenager jumped into the back chair excitedly, turned on the computer and opened it up, paying close attention to Professor Fu's every move.

Jiang Chao's ups and downs were echoing in the office, and Deputy Captain Jiang seemed to be cleaning up for the previous stomping accident. He saw them come back in, only nodded, and continued to engage in the telephone war.

In the corner of the office, the team leader raised his head resentfully, his dark circles were heavy, then shook his head again, as if he was not interested in anything happening in this world.

Lin Chen lowered her head and looked down at the screen.

It can be discerned from the voice of the dialogue that was previously worn that Fu Hao has successfully negotiated with the aunt in charge and entered 7 female dormitories.

He followed the life of the aunt in charge, perhaps because the lights in the corridor were too dark, and the picture showed a dark gray color, like glass that has not been rubbed for decades.

The dynasty opened a new roll of bubble gum and had to open another packet of potato chips. He said with regret: "Without night vision, it is not sharp enough. When will you give some high-end goods to the boss!"

The punishment stood from arm to arm, too lazy to ignore him.

The teenager adjusted his sitting posture, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "Yes, Ah Chen, I sent Xiao Jin's girl's file to your mailbox, and you can see it."

When Lin Chen heard him say that, he immediately took out his mobile phone. The electronic file was actually not long. He scanned it from beginning to end. It was a very common growth template for girls.

Although there are tens of millions of personal growth trajectories, in fact, most people are growing up in established templates, like products that are constantly re-engraved, without any new ideas, but without new ideas, it is not a bad thing.

He looked back, and Fu Hao was already standing in the girl's dormitory.

The three girls and the aunt in the same dormitory went to the outside. Fu Hao lowered the cigarette case on the bookshelf, and according to Xun Conglian's instructions, stood next to the girl.

For about a minute, the two did not speak, and only the sound of breathing was faint. The sound of watching the drama with the girls next door came faintly. The atmosphere was awkward and scary.

It really doesn't feel the same as Xu Hao. In the lens, Jin Xiaoan seems more like a good girl next door. She lowers her head slightly and doesn't say a word.

The girl's face was round, perhaps because of her short body, she looked a little fat, and her skin was yellow and yellow, but she could still see that her hairstyle was well-groomed, and her desk was neat and tidy.

"Xiao'an, this time, mainly the school sent me to talk to you. Don't be nervous."

Jin Xiaoan's head was still low, and she did not respond to Hao's words. As if the old man who was about to die or the child with autism who lived in her own world, she didn't even change her breathing.

Although talking to students about such things, Fu Hao has also done a lot, but it is really an impure phrase, he seems to have never done such a thing. There was no response to his words, as if remembering something, he looked up sharply and looked at the camera.

Through the screen, Lin Chen was stared at by the younger master. Xun Conglian stood beside him, as if he realized something, and suddenly said, "Professor Fu is asking you why there are no instructions?"

Hearing Xun Conglian's mouth, Lin Chen quickly held down the microphone.

"Don't you say that you can't fight grass and scare the snake? If you ask any suggestive question, Fu Hao's purpose is easy to expose, and it is difficult for us to predict what Jin Xiaoan will do. Moreover, now, it is very good. Do you think? "

"I think it's good, not only good, but also fun." Xing Conglian touched the stubble on his chin and said with bad intentions, "Innocent boys like Professor Fu are really rare."

"Now that's fine. Before in college, he blushed as soon as he talked to the girl."

They did n’t care about the front of the surveillance camera. They called Professor Fu Fu who should not be there every day. They started to exchange passionately when Professor Fu could find his girlfriend.

The intermittent sound of Fu Hao from the computer speakers, Professor Fu sounded awkward, but was forced to assume the task of warming up: "Xiao'an, have you been in a good mood recently? Have you encountered anything? Life If you encounter anything, you can talk to the teacher, don't keep it in your heart ... "

However, no matter what Fu Hao said, Jin Xiao'an was completely indifferent. He was so weird to the extreme that he couldn't see any specific weirdness. .

"Fuck, these three sticks can't make stuffy farts, how can they look like Cheng Weiwei!" Jiang Chao finished the phone call and came to the dynasty. He looked at the picture for a while, and yelled.

"Cheng Weiwei did the same?"

"No, after the jewelry robbery, we took Cheng Weiwei back to the police station. She just lowered her head, didn't speak, and seemed to be dead. No matter what she asked," Jiang Chao answered.

Lin Chen frowned: "It seems that they have all received professional training in interrogation. When they are checked, they actively start the coping mode."

"What to do, we didn't pry at Cheng Weiwei's mouth for several days at that time, how can we have so much time now!"

In the picture, Fu Hao seemed to have heard what he said just now, and looked at the camera again. If he could speak, he probably wanted to say: Brother, you really kill me. What should I do next?

"It takes only a moment to let people relax their vigilance." Lin Chen grabbed the topic and instructed Fu Hao, "Well, your task for today is complete and you can go."

Fu Hao seemed a little confused, but he seemed relieved, and then said to the girl, "We are here today. The teacher will leave a business card for you. You can come to me if you have any questions."

He said, handed out a piece of paper, and walked to the bookshelf, ready to retrieve the cigarette case.

Seeing this, Lin Chen suddenly said: "Go straight to the door and open the door, don't look back."

The cigarette case on the bookshelf is still facing the girl's face, and the picture is still calm, but at that moment, the tense atmosphere almost overflowed the screen.

Fu Hao Yiyan walked to the door, just as he was about to put his hand on the door handle.

It can be clearly seen that the girl sitting in the seat had a light shoulder and lifted her head slightly.

"Jiang Liu!" Fu Hao suddenly turned around, followed Lin Chen's instructions, and suddenly mentioned a name.

Jin Xiaoan seemed startled, her eyes flickered, but soon she lowered her head again, and resumed the previous pose of dying.

Although people are autonomous individuals, they can never escape some subconscious reactions. Those reactions are not controlled by the mind, but they can often reveal the hidden facts.

The emotional response time is very short, maybe only a few tenths of a second, but it is perfect that they have videos that can be watched repeatedly.

"You go back to where you were and talk about whatever you want." Lin Chen patted Hao Zhao's shoulder when he finished talking to Hao. Before he spoke, the boy automatically turned the screen back to Fu Hao's name .

From the picture, it can be clearly seen that the girl's eyes are clearly subconsciously looking to the left of the lens.

"She found the cigarette case?" The Dynasty asked incredulously.

"Should not, her eyes are more to the left." Xun Conglian leaned down and said, "Cut the picture to the subjective position that Fu Hao just took."

The dynasty moved according to words. Soon, a desk under the bed and a bookshelf with cigarette cases appeared in the center of the picture.

"What's on the bookshelf ..."

Xing Xun moved his finger lightly and moved gently along the books on the bookshelf. Then he took the microphone in Lin Chen's hand and dealt with Hao. . "

After a while, the picture came, and Professor Fu was witty sweeping the bookshelf with the cigarette case.

Suddenly, Xun Cong even pressed the pause button.

The picture freezes.

It can be clearly seen that one of the books on the bookshelf is a bit shabby, that is, "Discrete Mathematics".