Criminal Psychology

For a long time after that, Lin Chen was thinking, if the person who got off the car and chased Xu Ran was Xing Conglian, what would he do?

He may not say a word like him, with his skill, or as early as Xu Ran knocked over the newsstand, he would hold her down, or he would shout and stop the chase with his voice. What would he say to the running people, "do not move" or "stand still"?

If it is Xinglianlian, maybe there is a better way ...

If there is a better way, maybe Xu Ran is sitting opposite her now, she will cry with him about Li Jingtian, he will give her a tissue or a glass of water and tell her that everything will pass and he will Catch that bad guy.

But now, Lin Chen's gaze was looking into the intensive care unit.

Actually, it ’s face to face, but now, he is standing outside the window and she is lying on the bed.

Some catheters and wires were connected to Xu Ran, and she was lying there with no vitality. A pale yellow liquid was poured into her body by a drop of hose. The heartbeat, blood pressure, and respiratory index on the monitor were temporarily It's stable, but it's only temporarily stable, and no one knows when the alarm about the disappearance of vital signs will sound again.

Lin Chen looked at Xu Ran's face covered by most of the ventilator. Her eyebrows had deep lines. It was a very typical look that was tortured by life. She was only 25 years old, but her age seemed to be reversed.

Because of a car accident surgery, Xu Ran's intracranial pressure was too high. An ancient skull flap on her head was removed, and brown blood stains and yellow vomit marks were on her face, as if they were the most crudely manufactured dolls, because children were fighting for In the process, he hit his hand and became fragmented.

But unfortunately, dolls and people are always different. Doctors say that whether patients can wake up is unknown, because the truck is crushed twice, and the internal organs of the patient are facing exhaustion at any time.

In short, the classic bridges in movies or TV shows are like this. The doctor always said that whether to wake up depends on the patient's will to survive, because from the perspective of the screenwriter and director, there must be such a desperate Only hopeful passages can highlight the tension of dramatic conflict.

But Lin Chen is very clear that for Xu Ran, there may not be such a moment of hope.

The drop of normal saline mixed with the medicinal solution dropped like the life of the **** the bed.

Lin Chen felt that someone patted his shoulder. He turned his head and saw the dynasty. The young man's eyes were full of gentle and sad black. He saw the dynasty opened his mouth and wanted to say something to him, maybe Nothing, but he seemed to be inaudible.

It is very strange that when I saw the face of the dynasty, every scene that happened on that sidewalk reappeared. At that time, because the dynasty was going to drop the computer, the car got off later, but he always felt that the young man was He ran not far behind him, and the wind was not so shy, but when he scratched his face with a **** smell, this clarity was very scary, because he could recall every detail of the scene, such as For example, there are a few newspapers floating in the sky, or a plush pendant swayed by a passerby. Of course, it also includes the moment when Xu Ran was crushed.

Lin Chen closed her eyes and tinnitus made him unable to hear any sound around him.

He is very clear that he is in the post-traumatic stress response period. In fact, hurting this thing is fair to everyone, no matter how many books you have read, how many psychotherapy techniques you have mastered, what great truths you will say, when hurting When it comes, when it is time to feel pain, the pain will not fade away.

When Lin Chen opened again, he realized what the dynasty was about to say to him.

He saw the torture coming from the end of the corridor with the police officers from the forensics department. He seemed to be watching a criminal drama that had nothing to do with him. He watched the uniformed policemen open the door and walked into the intensive care unit. They Seriously and seriously doing some forensics work, the flash light is on, some people are taking photos, some are taking fingerprints of Xu Ran, some are simply checking Xu Ran's shoulder bag, and some people are taking off the doctor from Xu Ran before the operation. Putting his blood cloak into the bag of evidence, everything went in an orderly way, just like the passage of time.

In the end, Lin Chen saw someone handing a broken screen phone to the dynasty.

He didn't look up, but just rubbed the cocoon from the slender knuckles and joints because of holding a gun, and he knew that it was Xinglianlian's hand.

He lowered his head, not knowing whether Xun Conglian had spoken, the symptoms of tinnitus temporarily disappeared, and the ward was horribly quiet.

Later, the people retreated like running water, and no one was in the entire aisle.

He began to hear hissing sound from the ventilator.

Lin Chen felt what he should do, at least not standing so blankly, trapped in the plot of ptsd, trapped in those flashing pictures and incapable.

He took out his phone and wanted to see if there was any new news or content on the Internet, even if it was just some weird entertainment news.

Although he thought so, but he was very subconscious and he didn't want to see them, so in the first post of all the popular Weibo, he saw the photos of the accident scene again.

Annoying asphalt roads, congested traffic, parked people ...

The faded scenes became bright again. Photos of Xu Ran lying in the pool of blood were shown one by one. Although those photos have mosaics, the memory will not be coded. Those mosaics change positions, and the scenes are automatically changed. Filled completely.

Lin Chen even saw himself in the photo.

This seemed to be a very funny scene. He looked at himself at the scene of the car accident, revealing a blank, empty look far away, as if he hadn't recovered from the overwhelming. Lin Chen discovered for the first time that it turned out that he was really Very fragile and incompetent, man, always fragile and incompetent.

When Xunlian returned to the intensive care unit, he saw the scene.

Lin Chen was looking at his mobile phone screen with a mocking look, and the screen emitted a pale blue light, reflecting his pale face.

He clenched the paper cup in his hand and walked towards him.

When he walked in, he found out that Lin Chen was looking at his own photo at the scene of the car accident. It was only when he approached that he could clearly see that the sarcasm in Lin Chen ’s eyes even had some disdain, Lin Chen In taunting himself, he felt incompetent.

Xing Conglian felt that he should say something. In fact, when Xu Ran was brought to the ambulance when he arrived at the scene of the accident, he should say something to Lin Chen.

But he searched his intestines and scratched his belly, he suddenly found that he was really not the kind to persuade people, after all, the persuasive work has always been done by Lin Chen, and Lin Chen can always do well, he just stood there, It's like a soothing aura, which can make you temporarily forget the pain.

He thought about it, and of course he could tell Lin Chen, do n’t be sad, do n’t be sad, this really does n’t blame you, of course, he can think of a lot of such pale words, but these are nonsense, witness the tragedy, and again Watching life fly away at his fingertips, no one would be in pain, even Lin Chen.

He sighed, raised the paper cup in his hand, and touched Lin Chen's cheek.

Lin Chen felt a hot cheek.

He looked up and found that Xun Lian didn't know when he would return. There were only two of them in the corridor. The dynasty didn't know what to do, most likely to detect Xu Ran's cell phone.

"What are you thinking?" Xing Conglian handed him the paper cup, leaning against the glass window, and asked him.

Lin Chen stared at the dark green eyes of Xun Conglian, and his answer almost blurted out: "I was thinking, why did you cover my eyes just now."

Now, of course, his thinking is very abnormal or even unprofessional. The victim is lying next to a wall, but he is still asking Xunlian Cun, why don't you let me see the scene of the car accident?

This is basically a fragile temptation. This kind of temptation is very common among people who are in love. People who are dazzled by love use these questions to test each other's minds, hoping to get something unexpected that can make them happy. Paul answered, of course, he would not have been so naive before, but now, like those little girls who are dazzled by love, they try to gain hope through temptation, and are extremely thirsty to get some love responses from Lian from punishment.

Even if he sees a shake or love from his eyes, it is a great comfort to him now. The desire for love that only the little girls can make him forget the pain instantly, because love is the best. refuge.

But ah, Xinglianlian, if it is Xinglianlian, of course not.

His gaze was still calm and quiet, like a deep pond in the mountains, he said, "Because, this time, you don't need to look at those."

"what?"

"I can see it."

Suddenly, Lin Chen understood the meaning of Xun Conglian. He said that when Xu Haozhen committed suicide last time, he had no time to rush to his side to witness the tragedy on his behalf. Now, these things should be viewed by him.

Although it is not a love story, it is better than a love story.

Lin Chen felt a little funny. He opened the hot drink he had brought and found that it was a cup of hot cocoa that he had ordered for the dynasty.

"A friend of mine said that sweet foods can promote dopamine production in the brain and make you feel better."

"Your friend is really cultural."

"Yeah." Xing Conglian looked at him seriously.

He took a sip of hot cocoa and was a little embarrassed. "In fact, you don't have to do this. I'm not the kind of person who always remembers torture when he sees a tragedy. I have no idea of ​​saving the world ..."

"Similarly, I have heard it last time. What is going on with you now?" The words of Xun Conglian didn't feel harsh at all, but when he really reprimanded his subordinates, it was like this. It was his look when he said "what's going on with you" that was enough to make it clear.

"Some ptsd, just slowly," he said.

"You are blaming yourself, you are blaming yourself very seriously."

The punishment was very serious. He was extremely sharp and saw the key to the problem at a glance.

"Self-blame is inevitable. If I don't blame myself, I will have antisocial personality disorder."

Lin Chen gently turned the paper cup on his hand, and there was a pretentious relaxed smile on his face.

But Xun Lian really couldn't laugh.

He has never seen such a Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was wearing a white shirt for ten years. He cuffed up his cuffs, unbuttoned his shirt collar two, revealing his wrists and collarbone, and looked a bit thin. He leaned against him side by side, holding a paper cup and lowering his head. Not even daring to look directly into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Xun Lian remembered that after Xu Haozhen committed suicide last time, Lin Chen would tell him that he was very clear that he was not a saint and could not save everyone in the world, so he would not be too blameful, but the situation is completely different from that day. He I blame myself very much. I feel pain in my bone marrow. If he can use his life to replace the life of the girl in the bed, he may be very willing.

"You have absolutely no obligation to take on this responsibility," he said.

"Why not?" Lin Chen almost laughed, but that could hardly be called a laugh, because the first time he saw, Lin Chen's eyes became red, "This is completely my problem, and when Xu Hao really committed suicide, Similarly, Xu Hao's psychological problems were beyond my judgment at that time, but Li Jingtian was different. Knowing Li Jingtian's nature 丨 After I invaded Xu Ran, I should read the dossier for the first time, but I did n’t. What am I doing? I Sitting in the shop eating ice cream, I was confused by the complicated Internet remarks, and I didn't understand what was going on ... "

Although Lin Chen's eyes were flushed, every sentence he spoke was so calm, as if he was explaining something in a space. The object of his accusation seemed not to be himself, but a stranger in a parallel space.

At this time, any speech would lose its effect. Xun Lian shook his head. He took the paper cup in Lin Chen's hand and hugged him with one hand.

That was of course the encouragement and hug among comrades in arms, but Lin Chen was completely different from all the comrades he had embraced before. Lin Chen leaned respectfully in his arms. His body was cold like a piece of ice or no vitality. Inorganic, he just heard that he kept talking about his mood, like a repeater of emotions.

"Later, later I was completely attracted to Li Jingtian. You know, for psychologists, this abnormal abnormal individual seems to have an extreme appeal to us by nature. Yes, I looked at Li Jingtian and I kept repeating Analyzing him again and again, from the analysis of his fingertips to every strand of his hair, I was very excited. I felt that I had grasped all the keys. This proud excitement made me completely ignore Xu Ran , I ignored the real victim, how could this not be my fault, this is my fault ... sorry, really sorry ... "

Lin Chen's dull voice was still in his ear. He heard Lin Chen kept saying that those whispers seemed to penetrate his heart, but it was strange that Lin Chen was blaming himself. He obviously regretted those mistakes he thought, but Xun Lianlian thought those words were beautiful, just like red roses red as fire, white roses white as snow, and good people are always kind to their bones. Lin Chenmei wins him My heart is almost broken.

Finally, after Lin Chen said a lot of excuses, the hoarse talk finally stopped.

It was a very strange feeling. The lights were bright and silent. He was holding the same **** and standing in the empty corridor. The encouraging embrace between comrades-in-arms became very complicated. It was mixed with sadness and pain. Indescribable emotions, despair, self-blame, and even the love he didn't notice at the time.

Xing Conglian felt his shoulders wet, and he bowed his head, looking at Lin Chen's black hair.

Later, many times, Xun Lian recalled the scene at that time alone, and he realized that at that moment, he should really want to lower his head and kiss his hair.

But then, he just said, "We'll catch him, I promise you."