Criminal Psychology

The little doctor finished that sentence, and the boat they were on suddenly touched something.

Everyone in the cabin shook.

"What's wrong, have you hit the reef?" Duanyang grabbed Lin Chen's hand and changed back to the little doctor who was easily nervous.

"Should not be."

The sound of the motor stopped, the footsteps above their heads were clear and audible, and everyone was trembling,

Suddenly, the harsh impact of the drill sounded on the overhead deck. In the dark space, the sound seemed to hit everyone's celestial cover, and the stowaways flinched back into the corner. Duanyang looked up subconsciously, Lin Chen said, "Close your eyes."

The next moment, Kara sounded, the planks opened, and bright sky poured down from their heads.

The sudden light after more than ten hours of darkness made Lin Chen feel tingling in his eyes. He covered his eyes and heard someone step off the deck from the deck.

"Wake up, disembark." The comer shouted in a long tone.

He opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw someone holding a gun and kicking the middle-aged man who had passed away. There was no response under the foot, and the man extended his hand again, trying to slap the middle-aged man to see if he could People woke up, but the scared villagers clasped their thighs.

"Please, save my brother, my brother may be saved!"

"What, really dead?" The gunman sniffed the middle-aged man's breath, then pressed the middle-aged man's neck again, and stunned his hand: "Damn, I'm really dead, obscene."

He had no other emotions except impatience in his tone. It was more like a beast that had died before selling, rather than a living person.

Someone started weeping again in the cabin, but the voice was so low that nobody even dared to ask: Why do you treat us so!

Any question was stupid at this time, and the breath of death was spreading like a virus.

Another person came up and down the deck into the cabin, and someone came in a green loose military uniform, with the epaulets clasped at will. He kicked the middle-aged man on the ground again, cursed something, bent over hard, and carried him on his shoulders. Relatives of the middle-aged man knelt beside the corpse and wept, but was knocked on the shoulder with a **** of a gun, so that they could quickly keep up with the army.

Lin Chen led Duanyang deliberately behind him. The villager with red eyes and dark skin stumbled to them and whispered, "My brother's life is too hard. Why is this happening?"

The salty and bright sea breeze slowly poured in, Lin Chen felt pushed and stood up, and followed to the deck.

Sure enough, the ship has already reached the dock and looked around. On one side is the long coastline, and on the other is the blue to transparent seawater. The white gull is pure white, like an expensive resort island. But apparently, the worn military vehicles and blockades on the coast in the distance and the sergeant slacking in the sun told him that this is not a holiday island. In their neighbouring country, Sinni did have insurgents for more than ten years, idled the rebels and occupied a small area of ​​the island from Sinni from south to north. For many reasons, Sinni has not been able to break through here. It turned out that when they arrived at Li Jingtian's hometown, Lin Chen looked at the dark and dark reefs in front of him and sneered.

The villager kept walking behind them. Suddenly, Lin Chen stopped and said, "What did you just say?"

"I ... I didn't say anything?"

At this time, Duanyang also asked, "You said, that uncle, his parents died long ago?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time ago, my poor brother, probably sick, and thought my second uncle was there."

Hearing that Duanyang seemed to think of something, put his hand into the pocket of his pants and pulled Lin Chen. The starboard side of the deck was a bit noisy. The body of the middle-aged man was exposed to the sun on the deck. Two fishermen looked like a big net and wrapped the body from beginning to end. Throw into the sea. Seeing this, Lin Chen felt that he had some tinnitus. He could hardly hear the wailing cries, but was impressed by the moment the body was thrown into the sea.

Stones were tied to the fishing net, and the soulless body was drawn in the air by a parabola, sinking straight into the water.

Everyone on the boat looked at the corpse, and at this moment Duan Yang took his hand.

"Counselor Lin, do you know that it only takes a simple operation to save that uncle."

This sentence is somewhat inexplicable, and more inexplicably is Duanyang's action.

He looked at the youth, and the other person grinned and gave him a bitter smile. Having said that, Duan Yang let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, and walked forward.

Lin Chen was horrified. He stuck a tiny, warm ring in his palm, which Duan Yang quietly handed over the opportunity to speak.

In the large court, Lin Chen did not dare to look at such a thing, and the ghost knew what Duan Yang suddenly handed over. Taking the opportunity to line up ashore, he and Duanyang fell to the end again.

"what?"

"I don't know. I just found it in my pocket."

"It's yours?"

"I don't remember having this in my pocket. It was probably the dead uncle who quietly stuffed it before he died."

"How did you know?"

"I think of it. When my uncle said his parents, he seemed to put his hands on the pockets of my pants. What do you think this is, Advisor Lin?"

Duanyang asked him that.

Lin Chen thought how could I know what this was, even if abducted. In the cabin, I could meet a stowaway who died suddenly. Even more strange is that the stowaway lied before he died and quietly put a ring on. The round iron ring looks like it's tucked into your bag. The key is that you gave me something. Why can't I crash into anything?

"Aren't you a psychologist? Can't speculate about the uncle's death?"

Lin Chen feels that his temper may not have been very good since Xunlian left, otherwise he should not be so impatient when Duan Yang said this sentence: "I am not fortune teller."

"but……"

"You should be a stowaway with a memory disorder before he died, and handed over his heirloom to you."

"But you know that's not the case, the uncle ... the uncle is strange."

"What's strange?"

"Stomach perforation is not a common disease in ocean voyages. How could he have a sudden gastric perforation?" Duan Yang murmured.

"I stole passengers, stomach perforation, why is it not common?" Lin Chen asked rhetorically.

Duanyang frowned, lowered his voice and drew into his ear, and said, "You said he had poison in his stomach, or what hard things he swallowed before he set off, which led to his perforation?

"I don't know, this is your judgment as a doctor, but it should not be poison."

"Why?"

"Do you think that snakeheads with this line still need to smuggle drugs through human flesh?"

"You've already guessed it!" Duanyang glanced at him in depression.

"A person who remembers to give you clues before he dies is mixed in stowaways, not a drug dealer, who is that?"

"It's never going to be undercover."

Duanyang's voice was a bit loud, Lin Chen couldn't help but slap his calf, and the young man took a snoring, and suddenly there was a strange look in his eyes: "What did he give me?"

"This size is either a heirloom or a positioning device." Lin Chen held the ring tightly in his hand. "This is only speculation, mainly to give you a little confidence in living. Remember not to tell anyone about this thing. Fortunately, he secretly tucked it into your pocket. If it were to be fair to you, would you want to know it all over the world? "

In talking, they have been taken to a place where the shore customs look like, but not so much as customs, where they are more like the oldest human transit stations in the 18th and 19th centuries. There are several wooden tables in the small two-story building by the seaside, with office workers sitting at their feet, and on the ceiling, the electric fan hula blew. The house was crowded with stowaways from all directions, men and women, and even apparently beggars. The office staff checked everyone like a beast, crying and resisting. They pulled away the women's clothes, squeezed their chests hard, and bargained with the snake head.

After the transaction was completed, the office staff took out the stamp and knocked on their "goods", sometimes with their face and sometimes with the back of their hands, indicating ownership.

Lin Chen and Duan Yang were taken out separately and sent to a corner table. The python and cheetah flags stood on the table, and the office worker was lying on the table sleeping.

The people who escorted them woken up the office staff and communicated in unknown languages ​​for a long time. Suddenly, the office staff nodded, picked up the seal on the table, and knocked on the back of their hands.

Duanyang slammed the seal of the python and cheetah on his hand, only to find that the thing could not be removed at all. He said with a sad face to Lin Chen, "Consultant Lin, we have become pork in the meat factory."

"Well, it's the kind that passes quarantine."

"Stop joking."

They were taken out of the small building alone, and finally came to a worn-out military airport.

A transport helicopter with rusty wings seemed to be waiting there. In the cabin weren't the yellow-skinned stowaways. On the contrary, there were a group of heavily armed mercenaries. They had sharp eyes and looked at Lin Chen. they. Obviously, they will be transported to unknown places with these mercenaries.

This shows two points. First, the place they are going to is very unsafe. Second, the people who kidnapped them wanted them to reach their destination as soon as possible, so they chose helicopter transportation as a more expensive method than shipping.

Lin Chen looked at Duanyang's face. I am afraid that the young doctor covering his mouth and nose who was dissatisfied with the air in the cabin did not know how terrible he was.

He glanced at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, put the forefinger of the middle-aged man's relic without any name, and finally his eyes fell on the blue stamp on the back of the hand.

...

When Lin Chen searched his intestines and scratched his belly, thinking about the meaning of the python and cheetah patterns on the back of his hand, Xun Congzheng stepped on a tree stump, held a telescope, and looked coldly at the arrogant golden flag of Zarathu in the distance.

The cheetah-entangled python symbolizes the ambition of Chalatou's own snake to swallow the elephant, but this is not the point. The point is that all the entrances and exits around the mine are guarded by heavy soldiers. It does not look like a long-abandoned legend.

In the distance, soot and dust were rising, and the low-rise cement factories continued to form patches, and some factories collapsed in half to reveal the rusty tower cranes inside. There seemed to be some people in and out of the remaining intact factories. Helicopters even circled from a distance and landed in the mine.

It is true that the abandoned mine is a fact, but the scale of vehicles entering and exiting in one hour here shows that it is not exactly what the intelligence said.

"Boss, is this ... is Charathu working on a secret factory here?" Kang An's uneasy voice sounded in his ear.

"Is the Gao Meng really here? This is the trap you said? Why are the fighters in Chalatu driving all Gao Meng here?" This question belongs to the dynasty.

"Is your boss like a fortune teller?" Xing Lianlian was impatient.

"Boss Xing, where are my people, are they dead, why can't I see them?" The bar owner also asked him.

"There." Xing Conglian stretched out his hand and pointed at a broken factory building in the distance.

Modanal snatched their binoculars and looked for a long time: "It seems that there are many soldiers around the factory building, why do you think my people are being held there?"

"The places we passed along have already shown the course of your clan. They were driven here from east to northwest, and they will inevitably encounter the long-awaited obstruction by Zarathu militants. Since encountering obstruction, your clan will They chose to find shelters, and if they were not killed, they would enter that factory building to hide. "Xun Conglian said.

"Go fuck, in other words, are the gangs of Zarato's **** being besieging my clan, I have fight with them!"

When the bar owner finished talking, he rushed up with his cuff up and rushed over.

Xun Conglian kicked the person to the ground: "This gentleman, if you walk 50 meters further, you will step on the minefield. Can you try to die in the past?

The bar owner was frightened to crawl back.

"Boss, what are we going to do now, Gao Meng people are really trapped in that factory building, what is going on?" Wang Chao asked.

"The ghost knows that all are here, come in and have a look." Xun Conglian glanced at Kang An, and took a cigarette to poke into his mouth.