Criminal Psychology

Hearing this, Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, and the other party stopped talking and started pouring tea for Xiao Ming's parents.

Xing Conglian said very politely: "I originally wanted to invite the three of you to the police station to assist in the investigation, but since everyone is familiar with each other, I want to have a meal together and talk about things related to the case."

"What case?" Zheng Xiaoming's parents were quite nervous, "It has nothing to do with Xiaoming, right?"

"No." Xing Conglian hurriedly interrupted the nervous parents, and said seriously, "I just want to ask, you took Xiao Ming to Hongjing Paradise yesterday, didn't you?"

Xiao Ming's parents became even more nervous: "I... I heard that someone died in Paradise yesterday. We are not so unlucky that we can even encounter this, right?"

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian looked at each other, making sure that their judgment was correct.

"During the period from 10:00 am to 12:00 am, are you and Xiao Ming both in the garden?"

Xiao Ming's mother recalled: "It seems that we were in the park when we opened the gate at 09:30 in the morning, and then we left at five o'clock in the afternoon." Xiao Ming's mother patted her son on the head, "He likes to stand under the roller coaster and watch track, but resolutely don’t sit on it.”

"Genius children are like this." Wang Chao said with emotion, "I also liked to watch the roller coaster track when I was a child, and I think the arc is very beautiful."

Xing Conglian patted Wang Chao's head like Xiao Ming's mother to make people shut up, and then said to the two parents: "So I don't know if you can recall, did any strangers give Xiao Ming anything?" In principle, Xing Conglian asked.

Xiao Ming's mother really poked Xiao Ming's father, and whispered: "I'll just say that there is something wrong with that person!"

Xing Conglian's expression froze: "You said there is a problem, what kind of person is it, and where did you meet it?"

"I don't seem to remember exactly where it is...Anyway, it was a very weird person. That person gave our family Xiao Ming a balloon, and then left..." Xiao Ming's mother said.

Xing Conglian made a face to Wang Chao, and the young man hurriedly handed over the tablet, and the screen just stopped at the moment when the stranger wearing a peaked cap tied a balloon to Zheng Xiaoming's hand.

"That's right, that's him." Xiao Ming's mother said excitedly as if she had finally recalled something, but suddenly, her tone changed, "The person who gave our Xiao Ming the balloon is not a murderer, is he?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ming's father stabbed Xiao Ming's mother again: "Don't talk nonsense, it's a surprise, the police are here."

It is difficult for Xing Conglian to answer this question, so he can only say: "The specific situation is still under investigation." He paused, and continued to use questions to distract Xiao Ming's parents, "By the way, the balloon for Xiao Ming, Do you still have it?"

"The balloon was thrown away a long time ago. We didn't drive that day. We came here by subway, so we can't take it with us." Xiao Ming's mother said with some disgust, "And we always think that person is too wicked."

Xing Conglian sighed inaudibly.

Lin Chen picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, then asked Xiao Ming's mother: "You just said that the other party is evil, what kind of evil method is it?"

"How should I put it..." Xiao Ming's mother tried to recall again, "Have you ever seen a person who covers himself so tightly in the summer, and even wears a pair of sunglasses and a mask? I remember, it's scary."

"You mean, he tried his best not to let others see his face clearly?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Yes, his sunglasses are very big, they can cover half of his face, I remember the collar of his clothes turned up high." Xiao Ming's mother said.

Lin Chen nodded: "Later, I will trouble you and your husband to take Xiao Ming to the police station to make a simulated portrait."

"Really a criminal suspect?" Xiao Ming's father interrupted, "But it's been so long, we really can't remember."

"There are police officers in the police station who are responsible for portraits and will help you recall..."

Before Lin Chen finished speaking, suddenly, Zheng Xiaoming, who had been holding his arm tightly, jumped up and snatched the tablet from his mother's hand.

Just as Xiao Ming's mother was about to scold her son, Lin Chen shook his head and stopped him with his eyes.

He looked down, and Zheng Xiaoming didn't say a word, and familiarly returned Dynasty's tablet computer to the main interface, opened the drawing board, pulled out the stylus, and began to draw on the blank drawing board.

With Zheng Xiaoming's faster and faster strokes, the pattern on the blank drawing paper gradually became clearer.

The shape of the face gradually appeared, followed by sunglasses and a mask. Lin Chen noticed that before drawing the mask, Zheng Xiaoming drew a raised lip corner in advance, and then covered the lower part of the face with the mask.

Wang Chao leaned over and stroked Zheng Xiaoming's head appreciatively: "I'm too good at relying on you, I recognize you as my younger brother, okay?"

Xing Conglian dragged the young man back with his mouth covered.

Soon, Zheng Xiaoming stopped painting.

Lin Chen kept his hand on top of Xiao Ming's head, the child raised his head and asked him with probing eyes.

Lin Chen looked at the picture, then looked at the child's face, and said softly to him: "The painting is very good, with sufficient details."

The little fat man's face is soft and his eyes are big and wet. He looks like a little animal that was ignorant and uneasy when he was born. If it wasn't because of Zheng Xiaoming's weight problem, Lin Chen would really like to hold him on his lap. Now, he just I was able to get close to Xiao Ming's soft face and ask him: "You drew that smiling face to mean that the person who gave you the balloon was very happy at that time, right?"

Xiao Ming nodded vigorously.

"Why is he so happy, what happened before?" Lin Chen asked again.

Xiao Ming looked at him, picked up the pen again, and lowered his head to prepare new drawing paper.

Wang Chao hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, brother, save it first, I rely on such an important clue, let Teacher Zhang see it, I will definitely accept you as a disciple on my knees!"

"Who is Teacher Zhang?" Xiao Ming's mother asked.

"The portrait expert of the police station." Lin Chen answered for Wang Chao.

Xiao Ming frantically stored the drawing paper that was almost deleted, and then started drawing again on the blank drawing paper.

Soon, a lawn and a vast lake appeared in the picture, and the children playing by the lake and the shapes of flying doves could be clearly seen.

Then, a man looking up at the sky appeared on the bench by the lake. Lin Chen noticed that the man on the bench had only one balloon left in his hand, and then Zheng Xiaoming began to paint on the sky .

One, two, three...

In midair above the lake, three hydrogen balloons appeared...

Wang Chao took a deep breath, and before the young man could speak, Xing Conglian covered his mouth with his hand.

The private room of the restaurant was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and everyone did not look at it, silently waiting for Zheng Xiaoming to finish the final drawing.

The three hydrogen balloons were tied to a black strip-shaped object that couldn't be seen clearly, and they were slowly rising into the sky. Looking at this picture, Lin Chen's palms felt a little cold.

"What the hell is this?" Wang Chao finally had a chance to speak, and the young man's voice also carried some panic.

The atmosphere in the box became tense again.

"What exactly is that thing my son drew?" Xiao Ming's mother asked, "Did the murderer really give the balloon to my son?"

"It's still in the process of investigation, so we can't be sure." Lin Chen rubbed Xiao Ming's head, as a last resort, he could only avoid topics that were inconvenient to talk about in front of the other party, "Xiao Ming is really good, very talented points, but you still need to take Xiao Ming to the police station to make a more detailed portrait."

Dynasty also began to chime in: "Yes, yes, Little Fatty is like Picasso reincarnated, very powerful!"

When Xiao Ming's mother heard someone praise her son, her nervousness temporarily eased: "Hey, if Mr. Lin hadn't said that he is a genius...we've always...raised him as an idiot."

"So you sent him to learn painting later, right?" Lin Chen asked.

Xiao Ming's mother became excited: "Hey, how do you know, the main reason is that we basically can't communicate with him, so we just want to let him draw more and have something to express. We do this... right?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Xiao Ming does have some speech deficiencies, and he can't complete a lot of communication normally, but his painting talent is instead related to his visual-spatial ability. From this aspect, it seems that it is his strength."

"Hey, that's right, Mr. Lin, please leave me a WeChat message, and we will keep in touch when we are free."

During the meal, Lin Chen was almost talking about education with the parents of gifted children. It was not until the police station that Xiao Ming's family of three were sent to Teacher Zhang's portrait room. Only then did he and Xing Conglian have time to sit down and face Wang Chao's Tablet computer, discuss Xiao Ming's paintings.

Wang Chao maximized the three balloons and the black strip drawn by Xiao Ming floating in the air, and the three of them were silent in front of the strangely shaped picture.

"Is this something the suspect let fly?"

"I'm afraid so?"

"Damn it, what the hell is this black lump tied under the balloon?"

Lin Chen pursed his lips, and said lightly: "If you guessed correctly, it should be..."

"The murder weapon." Xing Conglian finally said.

Hearing Xing Conglian's answer, Lin Chen also fell into deep thought. The police did not find any murder weapon at the scene of the crime, including the surrounding area. They speculated that the murderer who assassinated Stankang might be a veteran, and he wisely chose to bring the murder weapon with him. Leave the scene or choose a better way to deal with it, but they never thought that the other party would tie the murder weapon under three balloons and send it into the air.

"He is insane, let the murder weapon fly, if this is seen by others, and it will be seen easily!" Zhao Chao said incomprehensibly.

"For criminals, the longer the weapon is on the body, the easier it is to make mistakes. For example, being able to quickly dispose of the weapon is a compulsory course for every criminal." Xing Conglian said.

Wang Chao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked: "The suspect let the murder weapon fly, does it mean that there are clues related to him on the murder weapon, such as fingerprints, so he has to deal with it immediately?"

"There's a good chance that's the case."

"But why did he let it fly? Isn't it okay to throw it into the lake?" Wang Chao didn't understand.

Lin Chen didn't answer.

Xing Conglian continued: "Does he think our police are fools? If you throw it into the lake, it will be easy to find."

"But even if it's released, it's easy to find." Wang Chao said with a relaxed face.