Criminal Psychology

At 14:00.

A pure black embassy-licensed car exited the embassy's front door on time. At the moment when the car exited the iron gate, a cloud-like flash of flashing lights turned on, all cameras were running and all reporters were taking photos, but otherwise No one speaks.

The street in front of the embassy is filled with deadly silence. Fans in red clothes are like crushed petals falling on the ground. They support each other in regret. They cover their mouths and turn around, still immersed in extreme sadness. With shock.

No one dared to take a step closer to the black car, as if it were a shadow of death on the move, wherever he went, it was the ultimate malice of the human world.

Under the blue sky, under the pile of cotton white clouds, the whistling siren broke the tranquility of the entire embassy street.

A team of mounted police came from afar. They wore a navy blue uniform and drove a snow-white motorcycle. The red and blue police lights shone on each other.

The car stopped slowly, and the captain of the cavalry parked it just by the window, which lowered.

The captain seriously saluted and said in an official tone: "Yongchuan traffic police received the Hongjing police for help and escorted Mr. Li Jingtian to the airport."

The driver did n’t know whether to salute or nodded. In short, there was no talking between them. The captain turned the car around. Then, the four motorcycle guards were around the black car. They were extremely acquainted and escorted the embassy faithfully. Car, drive towards the end of the road.

...

14:05.

Xing Conglian went into the attic.

The live broadcast is long over. The embassy staff have begun disassembling the cameras installed at the four corners of the attic. The black gauze on the windows has been removed, and the bright sky shines through everything in the small building.

Lin Chen is still sitting at the table, he is still watching the picture painted by Li Jingtian.

The card game on the table was messy. When he saw him enter the door, Lin Chen suddenly looked up, his eyes suddenly flashed, like the kind of child who did the wrong thing when he met the director of teaching: "Why are you here, we want to go to the Cultural Center now to find the card Property? "

Lin Chen asked openly a topic.

Xing Lian didn't answer for the first time. His eyes fell on Lin Chen's arm, and Lin Chen's hand was still pressed against the wound, so that his fingers were covered with red-brown dried blood.

Real live is always more shocking than live TV.

"Take the picture and follow me." Xun Conglian said to Lin Chen. .

Lin Chen was unknown, so he hesitated, then said goodbye to the manipulator who was dismantling the instrument, and walked out of this **** and murderous room calmly and resolutely as he entered this cabin.

Even if such a big thing happened, it is still difficult to see the staff members in the embassy. The corridor here is far-reaching, with wide vine plants covering the upper end of the corridor, covering the next large dark green shadow.

Lin Chen followed behind Xun Conglian, and along the way, Xun Conglian didn't say anything to him anymore, but Lin Chen judged according to the direction. Xing Conglian didn't seem to take him to the scene. The direction they were traveling was in this direction. Walk deep into the building complex.

Just when Lin Chen thought that Xing Lianhui would take him to appreciate the magic of this land, Xing Lianlian had taken him to the medical office at the end of the corridor.

There was no one in the infirmary, and the dynasty was not there.

The small room is full of all kinds of medicines, and even a simple operating room. The air is filled with a thick scent of water. Here ...

How do you describe it? Except for the simple bed near the window, the rest of the place is a fiercely spoiled look. In short, people who come and go to this infirmary usually come and go in a hurry and don't care much. Requirements for cleanliness of healthcare facilities.

"Sit first." Xing Conglian pointed to the bed and said to him.

After speaking this sentence, Xun turned around from the path, and found the iodine, alcohol, gauze, tweezers, and slotted needles and silk threads for suture in a pile of chaotic medical items. Lin Chen saw His eyes are straight.

"I think I still need to go to a professional hospital in this case." Lin Chen released her finger that was pressed on the wound, and some blood leaked out. The flesh flew out, and the knife wound looked terrible, but in fact, the real situation was not there. so serious.

Xun Lian opened a pack of gauze and walked to him with medical tape. Lin Chen had not responded yet, and the wound had been covered with gauze.

The next moment, Xun Lian took his hand and pulled him to the edge of the pool.

Lin Chen felt the cold and powerful palm of Xun Conglian and felt that he should find some topics: "Where is Shen Wuguan and when do we go to the Cultural Center, it will be very difficult to arrest Li Jingtian after he leaves the country." Lin Chen saw Aiming at the pool, frowning said, when he said this, Xun Conglian opened a bottle of physiological saline and brushed down on his arm.

Lin Chen suddenly felt sore, but did not dare to scream. He shouted, "Captain Captain, it hurts a little."

"Stop it." Xing Conglian picked up a soft brush from the side, carefully dipped in sterile soapy water, and started cleaning the skin around the wound for him.

The soft-bristle brush felt painful and itchy around the wound. Lin Chen's actions were different from the other's professional-level actions.

Finally, Xing Conglian cleaned his wound for him. Just before the other side picked up the saline solution, Lin Chen subconsciously held Xing Conglian's arm.

The other side looked at him and said, "Consultant Lin, I am also very professional, so please don't doubt my professionalism."

Lin Chen felt that the sentence said by Xun Conglian sounded familiar.

...

14:20 minutes, Yongchuan Airport Expressway.

Two news broadcast vehicles were attacking the embassy convoy heading towards the airport one by one.

Inside the live broadcast car of Yongchuan Satellite TV, the reporter narrated in a dignified tone: "Now, the **** team composed of Yongchuan traffic police is escorting the embassy vehicle that Li Jingtian is taking to the airport, but please understand that this is not the case that Yongchuan police are hiding the suspect Li Jingtian Please understand it as a escrow operation. Now, there is one hour and fifteen minutes before the plane takes off, which means that our police need to find out the key evidence that can seize Li Jingtian during this time. The time is urgent and let us quickly The connection is rushing to this reporter from Yongchuan Kristin Culture and Art Center ... "

Black car back seat.

The singer in a light gray suit was watching the live broadcast at the same time. He held his mobile phone tightly and turned to look at the policeman outside the window, with a nervous smile on his face.

"Hurry up, I'm running away," he said to Mr. Driver.

...

14:25, The Medical Office of the Embassy of Sine.

The cold hydrogen peroxide was poured down again, washing away the finely divided foam and the remaining blood clots, and a stream of blood water flowed into the sewer.

Lin Chen froze her lips, but she dared not lift her head.

Xing Conglian looked at the person who was in pain because he was afraid of being angry. He swallowed, looked at the soft black hair and pale face of the other person. He felt irritable when he saw the other person's injury. The tension when Li Jingtian smoked the knife suddenly disappeared.

He suddenly realized that all his emotions were because he was blaming himself.

To be honest, he seldom blame himself, because from a very young age, his family has taught him that men should not blame themselves or blame themselves, so if you have time, you might as well think about how to remedy it properly or Think about what to do when you do it again. In short, when you can gradually handle a lot of things, you will gradually move away from blame, because you know that the choice you make is the only, necessary and best choice. But Lin Chen, Lin Chen is not one of those things that he can't handle well, because Lin Chen can handle everything well. He is smart, wise, decisive, and strong. He is just too good to be good. Such teammates and colleagues The friend should be the dream of everyone, but when he sits in front of the monitor, he thinks over and over again if he can make a better choice in this matter so that Lin Chen is not injured or life-threatening. He found that he couldn't do it at all.

Of course, if Lin Chen hears his current thoughts, he will definitely say that the necessary sacrifice is okay, and he is sure that Li Jingtian will not really move the sword, so just now the scene seemed a little nervous.

However, multiple choice questions are always the most difficult questions in the world.

Xing Conglian thought about it, wiped his hands, rubbed Lin Chen's hair, and said sincerely, "Sorry, it's my problem."

Lin Chen's gaze was hesitant, but it also contained a kind of tenderness, as if he guessed what he thought in an instant, but said nothing.

...

14:30, Yongchuan Airport.

Li Jingtian stepped out of the car and entered the VIP counter to check in.

There are many reporters around him taking photos and video cameras. Everyone passing by him seems to be poking at him, trying him as a flood beast or a threatening cold virus, as if he will die when he touches it. .

But what then?

As long as he can get on the plane, walk out of the customs, and meet his family, those **** Chinese police will not take him any other way. Grandpa just repeatedly promised him on the phone.

Moreover, the Literary Center is so large that even those stupid police officers need a long time to find something.

He looked up and saw that the video of him pointing at Lin Chen was repeatedly shown on the television in the airport lobby. His face looked so horrible that everyone looked up at him.

Lin Chen is right. Everyone is watching him now. This feeling of being feared by the world is even better than when he was worshipped.

"Mr. Li Jingtian."

The voice of the staff member called his thoughts back.

The little girl standing at the check-in counter looked crisp and delicious. She looked at him, her body seemed to be trembling.

Li Jingtian took the boarding pass, pulled down his sunglasses, and smiled at the little girl: "Don't be nervous, those on TV are deceptive."

...

14:35, Yongchuan Christine Culture and Art Center.

The dynasty finally arrived here with Shen Chenggong. The Yongchuan police had taken someone to block the scene completely in advance, but there were still many center staff who were watching photos.

He and Shen successfully raised the cordon and took the elevator to the highest point of the big stage.

A long time ago, a police officer started to search downwards from the top. The dynasty stood on the highest auditorium and looked around. He suddenly realized the feeling that Achen said.

That's right. It's here that Li Jingtian shows off all his songs to Song Shengsheng's fans.

...

At 14:40, the Medical Office of the Embassy of Sine.

The warm sunlight pours through the edge of the window on the hospital bed, and the room is bright.

The suture work has come to an end. For a long time in the past, Xun Cong even just lowered his head and did detailed wound suture work.

Lin Chen looked at the person sitting in front of him, maybe the vegetation was lush and fresh outside the window, or he felt too good to be treated carefully. He was not thinking about Li Jingtian or Song Shengsheng, he was just thinking about torture.

Xing Conglian's fingers pressed against his skin. His eyes were dense and curled, and he had a serious and extreme look when he drooped. He looked at Xun Conglian, and he always felt that the other party did have very rich wound suture experience, but this experience should not be learned in a hospital internship, but more like the natural habit after experiencing the hardship of blood and fire. Gained skills.

Lin Chen's thoughts drifted further.

There are not dense but clear cicadas outside the window.

Sometimes, Xun Cong was really nice to him, too good to be misunderstood.

For example, during such a tense moment of pursuing the suspect, the first thing that Xun Conglian thought of was to disinfect and treat the wound, although he could also guess that this was probably because Xing Conglian was worried that he could not use antibiotics after the wound was infected Regardless, no matter how you look at them, they have just been framed by Li Jingtian in the presence of the people of the country into a pair of dogs and boys. Now it is not appropriate to sit in such a closet in a medical room.

However, when thinking of this, Lin Chen was very wronged at once. If he and Xun Cong even happened, what would happen. Now he has the heart and the courage, it can't be worse.

Just then, Xing Conglian's cell phone ringing suddenly.

Xing Conglian had just sterilized his hands, he suddenly stopped impatiently, stood up, and turned his left pants pocket towards him.

Lin Chen had an embarrassing feeling of being crushed by sexual prostitution. He looked at Xun Conglian's lower body, looked away, and put his hand in.

"Boss Boss, can Brother Achen listen to the phone a little bit and we still can't find the master tape, ah ah ah, kneel down!"

Lin Chen held the mobile phone and held it close to Xing Conglian's ears. Xing Conglian held tweezers and was about to tie the suture wound on his arm. The dynasty's excited voice was revealed in advance.

"I'm here, you say." Lin Chen didn't mean to ask for Conglian Lian and put the phone in his ear.

"Brother Achen, you said that the mother was high up in the Arts Center, but the staff here said that if there was such a thing, they would have found it long ago. Li Jingtian could not hide the CD here for so long Found! "

"Wait a minute." Lin Chen opened the phone and put it on his lap, and then took out the painting of Li Jingtian from his pocket. The blood on the painting had dried up. He looked at the painting for a moment, his eyebrows frowned, It's impossible not to be high above the Literary Center.

Thinking of this, he looked at the time on the phone, getting closer and closer to the boarding time ...

Suddenly, he felt that Xun Conglian shook his palm.

"Don't worry." Xun Lian said with four words in a restless manner.

Lin Chen glanced at the painting again, and suddenly said to the dynasty, "Go to the lighting area above the stage."

"what?"

"According to Li Jingtian's anxiety when painting this picture, those clouds should be blackened or aggravated, but they are now white, and there should be a lot of master tapes ..."

"There are many places with bright white light!" The Dynasty shouted loudly, then hung up the phone.

Lin Chen also picked up the mobile phone, but frustrated.

When he returned to God, Xun Conglian still held his hand.

...

14:50, Yongchuan Airport, VIP lounge.

As the boarding time approached, Li Jingtian became nervous. The feeling that he was about to get rid of the crime and was afraid of the sudden fall of the gate knife made his whole body tremble.

In ten minutes, he can enter the channel to board the return flight. The annoying Chinese policemen are no longer around him. The staff of the embassy also left after sending him out of customs. The elites in suits and VIPs in the VIP waiting room are even more Don't care who he is.

He will soon be free, but with the passage of time every minute and second, like a drop of Lin Chen's red blood dripping on the table, he feels that the wire twisted around his neck is getting tighter and tighter, he can hardly breathe, but I can't see the shadow of that wire ...

He will scapegoat, and no one can stop him.

Li Jingtian thought so.

...

15:20, Yongchuan Christian Art Center.

The dynasty directed a group of police officers to search carefully on the light stand.

A lighting engineer who was in charge of Li Jingtian's concert stood next to him, his expression tangled: "I seem to remember that the day before the concert, Li Jingtian rehearsed particularly late, and he seemed to have told us all because he was dissatisfied with the stage lighting. I do n’t remember if he was on the light stand or not, because later we got off work early and they were still rehearsing there ... "

Dense police boots stepped on high-altitude steel plates and crackled.

"I found it!" Someone shouted, and everyone stopped working.

...

15:30

Immediately after the flight took off, Li Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief. This was the most breathtaking cloudiness he had uttered in his life. He shouted with all his strength.

He has never experienced such a cheerful feeling in his life, than he felt when he went into Song Shengsheng's body over and over again.

Lin Chen, how can you do it better, can't you catch me?

He hammered the armrest of the first-class seat with a hammer, and laughed wildly.

...

At 18:00 in the evening, now is a wonderful time for all the family and family to have a happy dinner together.

Mu Wenhua put her little daughter into the dining chair and brought a bowl of simple green noodles, but she forgot to put a fork.

The girl simply grabbed the noodles with her hands and stuffed them into her mouth. The dripping soup dripped, but Mu Wenhua was unaware.

On the living room TV, the live broadcast of Yongchuan Satellite TV is not over.

Senny International Airport apron.

Li Jingtian stepped out of the plane and down the ramp.

There were no other people around the runway other than the busy airport staff and shuttle buses, not even the expected flashing lights.

The sky is tinged with a medium-deep indigo, and city lights in the distance are faintly visible.

Without a policeman or a reporter, he is really free ...

Li Jingtian took a deep breath of freedom, and there is nothing more pleasing than freedom.

He put on sunglasses, followed the passengers, and slowly walked out of the checkpoint.

He had seen the old housekeeper not far from the crowd, and waved his hand in the direction,

Li Jingtian imagined the other side rushing away, but suddenly, just as he was about to get out of the passage, someone kicked him in the knee socket, he slammed to the ground, his face hit the hard marble floor heavily.

He had severe pain on his face, and the warm liquid leaked out of his mouth and nasal cavity. Looking at the old housekeeper who ran from a distance, it seemed that someone was hitting his temple with a heavy hammer, and he was struggling violently and madly. Get up: "You let go of me, who are you, and why do you catch me? Here is Sinni, here is Sinni!"

The person who pressed on him said in a very official tone: "Mr. Li Jingtian, you have been arrested in accordance with the law because you have committed many serial cases in China, and the evidence is conclusive." Added a sentence, "Well, the police from Hua Guo told me to tell you, although it is a little second, but ... Li Jingtian is over."

Mu Wenhua settled in front of the TV, and tears rolled down her cheeks and eyes.

In the school cafeteria, in the commercial center square, and on countless large screens, everyone stopped to watch Li Jingtian's splashing and rolling on the marble floor.

The once famous singer is now disheveled and blood-stained, and his eyes are crazy, and his mouth utters all kinds of dehumanizing words, and he has no human dignity.

Like a real lunatic.

The picture fades.

The anchor said with an unprecedented excitement: "As identified by Mr. Shen Chenggong, a well-known voiceprint expert of Sinique, the master tape that Li Jingtian hid in the ceiling of the lighting area of ​​Yongchuan Kristen Cultural Center was indeed recorded by Li Jingtian when he attacked Song Shengsheng Audio file of the whole process. The Sine Police have arrested the suspect Li Jingtian according to law and will return Li to our country on another day. Let us thank the Sine government for its profound justice and justice, which arrived late despite being late. "

...

The TV snapped off.

"Are you scheduled already?" Lin Chen looked at the table for take-out, and finally knew why Li Jingtian was let go by Lien Huiqi's repose, and the despair of "resurrection" would drive people crazy.

"After all, it is AIA. Always give Xinni a chance to get back his face." Xun rolled up his cuffs and began to porridge.

"It's still the Captain of the Penalty."

"Everyone."

Lin Chen put down her chopsticks and looked at the red blood-supplementing food in front of her.

"It's no problem to have Su Fengzi close for another hour at the embassy." Xing Cong even relieved the porridge bowl.

"No, I was thinking, where is Song Shengsheng?" Lin Chen suddenly looked up and asked.