Criminal Psychology

Hongjing is an old city.

This means that this city has seen too many storms, and no matter what big things happen here, there will be no ripples.The morning sun will rise as usual, students will get up early as usual, and the sound of morning reading will also be heard on campus as usual.

These situations are no different from the past.

Lin Chen finished checking the student dormitory as usual. He ticked off the last box on the roster, then turned to the front page, looking at the only name that was not ticked.

As a school dormitory supervisor, I am most afraid of encountering such a situation.

Just 5 minutes ago, he received a call from the school teacher, saying that Zheng Xiaoming, a classmate of the third class of the first year, did not show up for morning reading in the classroom, and asked him to go to the dormitory to wake up the children who were lying in bed.

But what really surprised him was that after checking the dormitory, he didn't see any students stranded.

The blue-and-white curtains in the dormitory were blown up by the wind. Lin Chen sighed. After working here for three years, this seemed to be the first time he encountered a missing student.

He turned the pen around lightly. In his impression, Zheng Xiaoming was a taciturn and fat man, without any signs of rebellion. Besides, the school was tightly guarded, and the guards would not easily let the children go out alone. Is it more likely to be kidnapped?

As if to confirm his thoughts, his cell phone rang suddenly.

He took out his phone, and on the screen was an unidentified mobile phone number, belonging to Hongjing City.

He answered the phone, pressed the recording button, and then heard a drawn-out lazy voice coming from the receiver: "Mr. Lin, do you know Zheng Xiaoming?"

"know."

"Oh, Xiao Ming is in my hands now. Please wear your wallet and come to Cangshui Bridge in Yanjia Lane to claim it. Thank you for your cooperation."

After the other party finished speaking, he simply hung up the phone.

Lin Chen looked at the string of numbers on the screen, but didn't react for a while.

Compared to the first time he encountered a missing student, it was also the first time he met such a "kidnapper" who did whatever he wanted.

However, he only hesitated for a moment whether he should call the police, took his wallet, and went out by bus.

The day the kidnappers picked was good, the trees were green and the flowers were red, and even the river under the Cangshui Bridge was as bright as glass that had just been cleaned.

As if he had been tracked down, the phone rang again just as he walked onto the stone bridge.

The voice of Mr. Kidnapper was hoarse and calm: "Mr. Lin, please turn left, I will wait for you inside the sixth door."

Probably all the kidnappers love to command others. Before Lin Chen thought about the joke about "six doors", the house number of No. [-] Yanjiaxiang had already appeared in front of him.

White walls and black tiles, old doors and windows.

The wooden door opened with a creak, and he looked up to see a man with a beard standing in the door frame.

The man held a cigarette in his left hand, and supported the door frame with his right hand. The sun was falling from the sky. His eyes were sleepy, but the eye sockets were deep. Those eyes had a faint hint of lake green. His gaze was very unscrupulous, and because of his unscrupulousness, he looked unrestrained and unrestrained, as if this The sky, this water, and this city full of spring scenery are all things that can be easily discarded.

A man who doesn't care about everything, probably won't really kidnap a 80-pound fat man.

Lin Chen said calmly: "I'm here to pick up the kid in your house, thank you for taking him in.

After he finished speaking, he bowed slowly, but he didn't hear the polite response he imagined. He looked up and saw that the other party stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, pressed the three free fingers together, and rubbed them lightly.

Obviously, the phrase "bring your wallet" just now is not a joke.

Lin Chen was a little speechless, but still reached into the pocket of his overalls, took out a dark purple banknote with a corner missing, and said, "It's exactly five yuan."

The man took the money and put it in his trouser pocket again. He was not at all ashamed. He raised his hand and took a breath of the cigarette, then moved to the side, but his hand was still on the door frame.

Lin Chen bowed slightly to express his thanks, squeezed into the room from under the man's arm, and walked inside.

On the wooden bed next to the river, he saw a small buttocks.

"Skipping school is not a good thing."

He sat down by the bed, reached out his hand to pick up the classmate Zheng Xiaoming who was holding an ostrich, put him on the bed, then bent down, picked up the shoes on the ground, put them on the children's feet, and continued: "Of course it's a man. It’s understandable to make mistakes once in a while.” He tied his shoelaces patiently and said, “But the problem is, first of all, I don’t like going out, and second, I’m really poor, so instead of calling me, sneak away It's a more appropriate approach."

His voice was very soft, the little fat man looked at the man who was still smoking at the door, and wanted to cry.

Lin Chen glanced at the little fat man, then at the man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and finally his eyes fell on a navy blue uniform in the corner of the room.

When a normal well-meaning citizen finds a lost child, his first reaction should be to send it to the police station. Then, a citizen who can torture a child to find out the dormitory's phone number and wait for someone to come to pick him up is obviously not very kind.

Lin Chen looked away, took the child's hand, turned around and wanted to leave.

Just as he was about to step through the door of the first room, he heard a click, and then his wrists felt cold, and a pair of silver shackles appeared on his wrists.

Lin Chen looked at the kid next to his legs, and said helplessly, "Of course, if you offend the police, don't slip away. It would be more appropriate to act coquettishly and hug your thighs."

"Mr. Lin is such a wonderful person, why don't we have a cup of tea together?" The police officer at the side said slowly.

"I'm not very suitable to go to the police station." Lin Chen thought about it carefully, and answered like this.

"You'll get used to it a few times." The other party said with a smile.

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There are many people who may have never been in a police station in their entire lives. It is more appropriate to say that many people have never been in a police interrogation room in their entire lives.

Therefore, if you can solve the problem by being cute and acting like a baby, don't make it a big deal. After all, the interrogation room of the police station is always very gloomy and depressing.

There will be iron bars on the windows, and on the wall facing you, there will be big words "leniency for confession and strictness for resistance". The upright police will ask you to explain the matter clearly. quietly watching.

Zhang Xiaolong is an ordinary policewoman in Hongjing City Criminal Police Team.

She was standing outside the one-way glass at the moment, monitoring every move of the suspect in the interrogation room.

She lowered her head from time to time, recording something in the notebook, perhaps because she was too serious, until the low and hoarse voice came, and she realized that there were two people beside her at some point.

"How's it going?"

Zhang Xiaolong turned her head, looked at the handsome side face of the new captain, and then blushed very hopelessly, but as a police student who had received strict training, she quickly adjusted her mentality and reported: "Captain, the person you brought has already sat down. It took an hour and 13 minutes, and he just looked at the photo like that!" Zhang Xiaolong hurriedly looked at his watch, then flipped through two pages of notes, "According to your request, no one talked to him, just half an hour ago someone went in Water was delivered, but he didn’t drink it. Oh, the photo he sees the most is the third one, it’s really strange, captain, there must be something wrong with this person!”

The little girl pressed the ballpoint pen twice, looked at the young man in the interrogation room, and said with some excitement.

To be honest, Zhang Xiaolong actually didn't have any bad feelings towards that young man, after all, he was a gentleman she liked very much.

The hair color of the young man is very black, and the pupils of his eyes are so dark that they are bottomless. He is a little thin and his figure is not tall, but maybe it is the calm face or the serious eyes that make him look solemn and stable. Like the pine in the mountains or the bamboo by the lake, when the wind blows, there is an extremely clean breath.

If it's just like this, then there is really nothing suspicious at all, but after sitting in the interrogation room for so long, he really only stared at the three photos, neither making noise nor raising his head, how can a normal person be like this Good patience?

So it's still not normal!

As Zhang Xiaolong thought about it, she also looked at the three photos on the table.

In the first photo, there was an old man with a peaceful face. The old man was lying on the bed, wearing a royal blue shroud, and seemed to have just fallen into a deep sleep.

The second photo shows that the place where the old man is lying is a mortuary, because there are corpses covered with white sheets beside him.

If the first two photos are a bit cold, then the third photo looks weird.

In the first two photos, the old man is lying flat in a shop. The old man’s eyes are closed and he is wearing an old navy blue uniform. He is lying on the ground with blood stains around him. White sand flowed out of his pocket.

……

If the photos are placed in chronological order, it means that the old man who was originally lying in the hospital mortuary was carried from the hospital to the troubled street for unknown reasons.

Ordinary people obviously don't have this habit, if this is not a medical trouble, then it is a big trouble.

But no matter what the trouble is, it is the police's business, and it seems that it has nothing to do with a small housekeeper like him?

Lin Chen pondered, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open with a creak.

He looked up and saw a policewoman sitting down in front of him.

"Lin Chen, where were you between 9pm and 7pm on September 1th?"

The female police officer had a crisp voice, before she even had time to open the file, she had already asked the question out of her mouth.

"It's in the municipal dormitory management station." Lin Chen glanced at the photo again, examined the policewoman in front of him, and replied slowly.

The female police officer is very beautiful, with long black hair and white earlobes, and a small wireless earphone is plugged into those round and white ears.

"Can anyone testify?" The policewoman interrupted him hastily, and continued to add, "You said you were in the dormitory management station, who can testify?"

"During the time you mentioned, I was alone in the dormitory management station, and the students were all in class. Indeed, no one can testify."

After Lin Chen finished answering, it was obvious that the policewoman was a little depressed. She lowered her head and pressed her pen, and continued to ask questions according to the questions in the notebook: "Then, have you been to the Third Hospital recently?"

Obviously, someone had written the question in advance and sent his subordinates to ask for a statement, so of course the leader stood behind the one-way glass and observed his every move.

Just for the sake of a moving body, there is obviously no need to go through so much trouble.

"Tell me, why are you arresting me?" Lin Chen interrupted the policewoman's question.

The policewoman's eyes wandered, and she subconsciously looked at the glass wall on the side of the interrogation room.

Lin Chen leaned forward, probably understanding the specific reason for this: "I heard that recently, in the mortuary of the Third Hospital, there will always be neatly dressed male corpses, and there will always be a handful of white sand next to the corpses." He Staring at the policewoman's eyes, she leaned back in her chair, "This matter is extremely weird. If the city bureau finds it difficult, it will probably turn to two kinds of people for help - one is a Taoist priest and the other is a psychologist... So, you guys Your partner is University H, right?"

Zhang Xiaolong's eyes widened, and she stared at Lin Chen pervertedly. Suddenly, she pressed the headset, as if she had received some instructions from it, she stood up awkwardly, turned around and left.

Lin Chen turned sideways, pointed at the one-way glass, and said calmly: "Come out, don't hide."

After a while, the door of the interrogation room was opened again.

A fat man opened the door and came in. He held a hot water bottle in his left hand and a freshly washed porcelain cup in his right hand. He put the cup on the table, took out a paper bag of tea from his pocket, poured it into the cup, and then poured it quickly. Entering hot water, the movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.After finishing all this, he bent down and handed out the teacup respectfully, with a trembling voice: "Master...Senior brother..."

"So it's Professor Fu." Lin Chen didn't take the teacup, and his tone was a bit cold.

"Senior brother... I didn't catch you!" As the only external criminal psychology expert hired by the city bureau, Fu Hao was rarely at a loss in the police station. "Why are you arresting me?" Lin Chen asked bluntly.

"It's a handful of sand."

"What kind of evidence is this?"

"Senior Brother, I dare not lie to you." Fu Hao leaned forward, a little doggy, "Recently, there has been panic in the city hospital, and a dead body will appear in the morgue every once in a while. There's always fine sand, you know that."

Lin Chen nodded.

"This morning, the captain of the criminal police team met a lost child on the side of the road. The child grabbed the car window, took out a handful of sand from his pocket, and said, Uncle, I want to eat KFC. Can I exchange this with you?"

"Genius." Lin Chen could hardly believe his ears.

"Hey." Fu Hao said with a sneer, "afterwards, after comparing with the physical evidence department, the sand taken out by the child should be the same kind as the one next to the corpse."

"What a coincidence." Lin Chen frowned

"It's more than just a coincidence, brother, do you know that just yesterday, there was a riot in Chunshui Street, an old man fell to the ground in full view, when the ambulance arrived, it was said that the old man had been dead for at least several hours." Fu Hao lowered his voice. He raised his voice and said word by word, "Besides, a handful of sand fell out of the old man's pocket."

"What kind of sand is it?"

"Very special sand, very white, but the physical evidence has not yet been figured out."

After hearing this, Lin Chen frowned: "Bring it to me to have a look."

Before he finished his sentence, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, and a man with a beard came in generously with an evidence bag.

"Mr. Lin, my surname is Xing, Xing Conglian." The man changed into a police uniform at some point, with a dignified demeanor and a very good attitude. He was completely different from the gangster who rubbed his fingers before, "I hope you can identify it, you Ever seen this kind of sand?"

Lin Chen didn't bother to look at him, but just picked up the bag of sand on the table.

The whole generation of sand weighs about 50g. He opened the evidence bag and twisted it carefully.

The sand is very white and the particles are very clean, which is obviously different from the rough stones on the construction site or the fine sand on the beach.

Lin Chen put the white sand back into the bag, looked at Fu Hao, and said in a stern tone, "Have you never seen this sand before?"

"It seems not." Fu Hao replied honestly.

"I don't know this, how did you graduate?" Lin Chen asked seriously.