Criminal Psychology

Knowing that Lin Chen was at the rest stop and couldn't run away, Xing Conglian was not in a hurry.

He knew very well that, with his friend's ingenuity, he must have known that he had been exposed.

So it's very interesting to watch someone who is usually known for his calm and collected anxiety fret.

On Heping North Road, the coordinating traffic policeman's small school bus tried to turn from south to north into Changping Avenue.

When Xing Conglian arrived, the school bus driver was still entangled with the traffic policeman who stopped him.

"Master, you did not violate the rules, but the police comrades want to ask you some questions." The traffic policeman stood beside the school bus and persuaded him patiently.

"Students are rushing to class!" The school bus driver patted the steering wheel,

Xing Conglian turned around the bright yellow school bus.

The students in the car had already got off the car for inspection, boys and girls were wearing private school uniforms, standing in twos and threes by the side of the road.

The girls' sailor skirts were just above their knees, and when the wind blew, they showed their youthful legs; the boys showed no arrogance at all, and although they were delayed, they waited quietly for inquiries.

"Fengjing School?" Xing Conglian set his eyes on the school badge pattern composed of golden maple leaves and silver osmanthus branches on the left side of the school bus.

"The famous private school in the city offers courses from kindergarten to high school. The tuition fees are very expensive!" Wang Chao pointed to the little girl with a mushroom head on the side of the road. The little girl was also wearing a navy blue school uniform skirt, and was hugged by a tall boy. with.

"With such a young child, parents can rest assured that she will go to school by herself?" Xing Cong couldn't stop smacking his lips.

"In Fengjing, kindergarten children are picked up one-on-one by dedicated senior seniors and sisters. How can it be unsafe?" Hearing his question, the manager of the passenger transport company standing aside couldn't help answering.

"Do you have children in Fengjing?"

"My youngest brother is in high school."

"Rich people."

Hearing what he said, Yang Dianfeng looked at him meaningfully, smiled, but just said: "After all, the quality of education is good, and no matter how much money is spent, it is right. If Captain Xing wants to send his children in, I can introduce you to the principal." .”

"We criminal police are very poor and cannot afford the tuition fees."

Xing Conglian was chatting with Yang Dianfeng like this, and suddenly, the policeman who helped deal with the scene seemed to find something from a girl's schoolbag.

"I don't know where it came from!" The female student held her bag tightly, but spoke calmly.

The police officer sealed the things into an evidence bag and handed it to Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian glanced at the things in the bag, and walked up to the female student again: "Little sister..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Chao kicked him from the side.

"This classmate, are you saying that this thing is not yours?" He quickly changed his tone, and held the evidence bag in front of the female student. Inside was the car tablet computer that was just taken away by the carjacking boy not long ago.

The girl nodded: "When I packed my schoolbag in the morning, I didn't have this thing."

"So you never touched it either?"

The girl's eyes were clear: "I think you can go and check your fingerprints."

"That makes sense." He stroked the stubble on his chin with his hand.

"My schoolbag is on my back all the time today, unless someone put it in my bag when I walked from home to the bus stop, but that's unlikely." The girl glanced at her schoolbag , the iron buckle on it is firmly fastened.

"It makes sense." He continued to stroke his stubble, "What time did you leave the house?"

"7:35."

"Where do you live?"

"Ruoshui Street."

"Oh?" Xing Conglian looked at the girl, but didn't ask other questions.

"Then uncle, can I go?" After finishing speaking, the girl walked towards the school bus.

"Interesting." Xing Conglian looked at the back of the girl with ponytails and said to himself.

Wang Chao couldn't stand it anymore: "Head, give me the tablet quickly, and go to the rest stop to find Ah Chen, please!"

The captain of the criminal police, who was about to catch a turtle in his urn, would not care about his subordinate's pleadings. He Shi Shiran handed out the tablet, and waited leisurely with his arms folded.

Looking at Xing Conglian's cheerful face, Wang Chao held his breath in his chest, but still could only work resignedly.

He quickly connected the tablet to the computer and typed a bunch of dazzling codes.

A complex red path is outlined on the map, showing the exact location the vehicle-mounted tablet passed after leaving the hijacked vehicle.

The cobweb-like road map made people completely confused, but Wang Chao seemed to realize something suddenly. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and entered two locations.

"Damn it..." Wang Chao looked at his phone, then at the route map on the computer, and subconsciously shouted at Xing Conglian: "Head, there is a problem with the GPS of this computer, this is impossible!"

Hearing this, the general manager of Touran changed his expression: "Mr. Police Officer, this vehicle system is the latest equipment of our company, and there is no possibility of any problems!"

"Look, I just did a simple calculation with the navigation on my mobile phone. From the Shifang section of the Hongjing Expressway to our current location, the total is 165 kilometers, and it will take more than two hours." He said, pointing his phone at Yang Dianfeng, Then he poked the time on the upper right corner of the phone, "But look, it's just 8:00, it's only an hour and a half before the bus was hijacked, and his driving path is so complicated, how could it be possible in such a short period of time, from then on? come here."

"Maybe it's a shortcut. If you analyze these paths, there should be clues?"

Wang Chao wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, Xing Conglian might have a point.So he pulled out a map of the surrounding area of ​​Hongjing City and began to study it carefully.

Xing Conglian looked at the entire map, and the roads were densely packed, like blood vessels attached to the human body.

"The little sister said just now that she left the house at 7:35. She was sure that this tablet must not have been in her schoolbag before that. During the time, where did our lovely tablet go, and how did it get into the little sister's schoolbag."

Wang Chao's eyes lit up, and he started to retrieve the data as Xing Conglian said, but soon, he became depressed.

"Manager Yang, to be honest, there is still a problem with your system." The technical geek looked frustrated, "Why doesn't your GPS positioning system have a "position-time" record."

"What do you mean?" Xing Conglian asked.

"It's your system that only records the location and path of the machine, but does not record when it passed through these places."

Yang Dianfeng spread his hands helplessly: "For us, GPS is only convenient for us to control and monitor the vehicle's driving path. I'm really sorry."

"That can only be combined with monitoring and investigation. I will ask the school bus driver to get his daily driving map, and you can compare it." Xing Conglian was also a little disappointed. He patted Wang Chao on the shoulder, as if relieved.

"But it doesn't make sense, boss!" Wang Chao rubbed his hands, "Even if the comparison comes out, if we know how it got into my little sister's schoolbag, what can I prove?"

"Prove what?" Xing Conglian's tone was a little cold, "Prove that a criminal is capable of doing something that we are usually unable to do, prove that we are played around by him, prove that we don't know his purpose yet, you still need What proof?"

After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he walked towards the driver without even looking at him.

Looking at the back of his boss, Wang Chao always felt that his captain seemed to be undergoing some changes silently after that autumn full of rainstorms and blood, but he couldn't say exactly what was different.

"Captain, please wait a moment."

Xing Conglian hadn't taken two steps before he was stopped by Yang Dianfeng.

"I have the latest Hongjing map here, paper." Yang Dianfeng ran to his car, took out a map from the glove box, trotted, and handed it to him. Draw it so you can see it more clearly."

The school bus driver also seemed to notice that the captain of the criminal police had a bad look on his face, so he cooperated surprisingly with his work. He marked the daily driving route map on the Hongjing map, and clearly marked each stop and drop point. Xing Conglian glanced at it map, and then took the map back to the dynasty.

Dynasty compared the route on the map and compiled the driving route into the computer. A simple and clear yellow route map began to overlap with the red route recorded by the tablet system.

"Damn it." Xing Conglian finally couldn't bear it, and repeated what the dynasty had said just now.

Because the earliest intersection point of the two routes was at the gate of Fengjing School, and after that, the red and yellow lines separated and overlapped many times, which is completely confusing.

"If there is a timeline, it will be very simple." Dynasty said very depressed.

"I'll go turn around this section of the road again." Xing Conglian pointed to the school bus route.

"I'll go with you." Yang Dianfeng said with a smile.

Outside the car window, the road signs kept changing. Yang Dianfeng was sitting in the passenger seat. Seeing that Xing Conglian only glanced at the map, he didn't make half a wrong turn.

"Captain Xing has a really good memory." The handsome manager of the bus company leaned against the window, propped up his chin with one hand, and let the spring breeze blow his hair into disorder.

Xing Conglian had a cigarette in his mouth and was too lazy to talk.

At the intersection very close to Fengjing School, Xing Conglian stopped the car. It was school time, and the boys and girls got off from a place beyond the intersection and walked into the school gate.

Yang Dianfeng walked down with him, and walked with him on the tree-lined road full of camphor trees.

Xing Conglian walked slowly, with his hands in his pockets.

The cold spring breeze and noisy words passed by his side, but he continued to move forward.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Dianfeng finally couldn't help asking.

"Once, a friend of mine told me that if there is something you can't understand, you should feel it well." Xing Conglian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"So what do you feel?"

The captain of the criminal police opened his eyes and did not speak.