Criminal Psychology

At 20:47, Hongjing Gulou District.

The middle-aged and elderly people who went out for a bend and danced the square dance began to return home. The red, green, and green square dance props swept over the tortured jeep, and the street vendors on the street began to pack up.

Hong Ping Police Deputy Captain Zhang Ping sat in the jeep and observed the residents on one floor of the 6th floor of the 3 buildings in Gulou District.

The curtains were tightly closed and the lights were dim.

Zhang Ping held down the wireless headset and asked, "Mice, is there any movement?"

A police officer, code-named Mouse, was standing in three downstairs shops, watching the doorway moving, and the two groups of residents who had gone home had walked, leaving the whole community with trees and shadows.

"The target has not yet appeared."

"Continue to observe."

"Yes."

Zhang Ping retracted his telescope and looked at the captain who was smoking in the co-pilot position. Before eight o'clock in the evening, he had just arrived home and had not held his daughter who was doing his homework. He was called out of the house by the captain and said he was going to start arresting the suspect. Although it is not clear what happened during the time when he returned home from work, the suspects have changed from men to women, from teachers to students, which is a bit puzzling. More importantly, the captain only said that the person was secretly detained, and even the evidence was insufficient. This may be more reasonable if the superior unit finds someone to cooperate with the investigation. He thought about it, still quietly turned off the headset, could not help but say a few whispers to his captain: "Squadron, is this guy in a hurry?"

"It's urgent." Xing Conglian said.

"So don't wait any longer?"

"can not wait."

"This!" Zhang Ping took the captain's cigarette directly from the dashboard and gave himself a root. "Lao Xing, do you have something to hide from us? You tell me the truth, what about this woman named Shen Lian It's dangerous. The manpower you transferred is almost catching up with the bandit. "

"Why are you so troublesome, is the dynasty upper body?" Xing Conglian impatiently snorted and pressed the cigarette butt.

Xing Cong didn't even answer Zhang Ping's question. He just didn't know if the arrest was really correct. He simply felt that it was dangerous for the woman to fall in love with her name, not to mention that she was likely to be in trouble with Chalatou. The drug factory was implicated. The most important thing is that many times, many things simply don't make sense.

The words Lin Chen said just now echoed in his ears. Although they did not know the motive of Shen Lian's crimes and the complicated branches among them, they directly positioned Shen Lian through shortcuts. In essence, it is a shortcut for Duan Wanshan's life. They know the information that the killer does not know, and they can preempt the general, so he must not let this shortcut go to waste.

At 21:00 in the evening, Shen Lian still did not return home.

The people on the road inside and outside the area have been basically emptied. A wild cat digs into the bushes stupidly. As long as he enters the encirclement, he will never have any chance to escape.

The compartment was extremely dark and full of smoke, and Xun Lian turned over and looked at his mobile phone. He wanted to make a call to Lin Chen, but he didn't know if he accidentally pressed the lock screen key or for some other reason. The screen of the phone suddenly went dark.

Xing Cong even reached out and pressed the ceiling lights in the car. There was only a slight light source of the Dynasty computer screen in the entire space.

Zhang Ping frowned and looked at him as if he felt suddenly nervous. The deputy began to look around, and Xun looked up from his eyes. There was no figure at the end of the road. All the police officers were guarded in key positions and everything was as usual.

A slight rustle sounded in the communicator, Zhang Ping began to inquire about the crossing, the breeze was blowing over the leaves, and the lights were on in the distance.

"Then what kind of car, is there anyone in the car, report quickly." Zhang Ping asked.

There was only a rustling sound on the other end of the communicator, and the torch tortured the prisoner, and he did not hesitate to push the door and get out of the car. At this moment, a whole black private car quickly approached him. Xun Conglian stood in the middle of the lane and glanced into the car.

Two seconds later, the driver suddenly noticed the anomaly, slamming on the brakes, and the harsh brake sound cut through the night sky.

The distance was close enough. By the street lights and the lights, Xun Conglian clearly saw the driver swearing in the car, there was no one in the front and rear seats, and the black leather chair exuded a warm luster.

The night became quiet again. Xing Conglian looked like a mime, watching the driver open his teeth in the car. Two families turned off the balcony lights, the street lights turned into gentle veil, the wild cats passed by, the wind sounded again, and then a repressed gasp sounded.

Xing Conglian held the headset, only to confirm that the gasping sound really appeared from his headset, as if it was a beast strangled by a throat, or an animal with a trap in his body. The sound went from thick to thin, like a steel knife. Tian Linggai finally became extremely stubborn.

"What's going on, what's going on, who is the noise in the channel!"

Zhang Ping's anxious interrogation came from the channel. Undercover police officers at the scene reported one by one, and Xun Lian gave Zhang Ping a gesture, letting him detain the driver and start running.

"The mouse is here!"

"The lion is here!"

The torture ran across the bushes and flower beds, and the wind moved across the ears, and the barbecue stall at the crossing became clearer.

"Camels are here!"

"Mustang is here!"

The smoke from the barbeque blew up, and the fan hula blew all the smoke and dust into the night sky. The noise and laughter floated through the night, people waved beer and laughed wildly, everything was like the best summer night in the city. If Xun Lian didn't see the next scene.

All sounds in the space disappeared, as if he were walking into an absolutely silent vacuum environment.

The owner of the barbecue stall pulled a large string of roasted meat from the grill. The tip of the iron sign exudes a cold light, and there was a hot iron rod in the gap of the skewer.

The next moment, a delighted smile appeared on the boss's mouth, grabbed the iron string and turned back, to be handed to the guests around.

At the moment when those old wrinkled hands extended, Xun never hesitated to pull a gun.

The boss still kept grabbing the iron sign, his elbows were bent, and all the iron signs in his hand did not hesitate to open the mouth of the young man at the table.

The sound of gunfire sounded.

A puff of blood spattered in the night sky, the skewers scattered, various messy arcs were drawn in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

"The laneway is abnormal. The laneway is abnormal. Please ask for help!" The messy voice in the headset sounded again, and Xun Lian pulled off his headphones.

Screams pierced the night sky. There were men and women. They messed up on the sticky black oil on the ground and various shellfish garbage. Some people fell, but more people settled in front of the grill. Thrilling picture.

"Police handle the case, irrelevant people leave the scene, leave the scene!"

The policeman on the other side of the crossing was rushed from a distance, he shouted loudly, waved desperately at the diners in the barbecue booth, and the penalty swept across everyone's face from the line of sight. Some people were frightened, some were sluggish, and some even showed their faces. A terrible smile, but none of the faces belonged to love.

The moment he searched for the suspect briefly, no one noticed that the young man who was almost confronted by the owner of the barbecue stall also returned.

The young man's eyes flashed with excitement, as if the wildest lineage in the blood was ignited, and his legs kicked hard and slammed onto the barbecue stall owner. The grill collapsed, the charcoal rolled down, and the two rolled in the charcoal. The smell of roasted meat and the burning sound of sizzling everywhere. However, neither of them felt pain in the charcoal fire. The boss grabbed a handful of burning charcoal, and the young man opened his mouth violently without biting into the middle-aged boss's face.

With a stab, a large piece of flesh was ripped off. Blood ran down the youth's white teeth, and he still laughed with his mouth wide open. The boss grabbed the charcoal fire and shoved it into the large mouth of the blood basin in front of him. The half-boiled and fragrant sweet smelled deliciously, the boss looked at his hand and bit it with a smile.

The dust rushed into the night sky, and the fallen fan turned weakly on the concrete floor twice.

The punishment was set in place, as if someone had shot him in the head, but this was not the case, he just felt that all the thoughts in the brain had been stirred up, and it was no longer in the air. The atmosphere of the city is the smell of rotting and rotten in the rainforest, all **** and primitive, making people not even vomit.

The boy at the same table as the youth also stood up. The boy was wearing a bronzing skull sweater. He picked up a piece of white broken porcelain from the ground, turned around, and walked towards the shaking guests in the corner.

The policeman who came across the road slammed into the boy in the skull sweater. The boy held up the porcelain piece and arrived at the policeman's throat.

Xing began to run again, and the wind around him became hot and hot. He yelled at all those who were still stranded near the barbecue shop: "Go, hurry away!"

The dumb-rocketed guest screamed again, and their eyes were filled with panic again, and Xun Cong ran at the fastest speed, and his sight swept again to the scene of confusion, 20 meters, 10 meters ...

I saw the brutal force of the guy wearing a skull sweater, but he pushed the police officer to the ground and Xun Lian fired his gun again. The bullet hit the boy's shoulder, and the blood overflowed. feel.

Just when Xun Lian was going to pull the trigger three times, the porcelain piece had been pierced into the throat of the police officer.

The night stopped when the porcelain was inserted into the throat, the background faded, and the blood-stained picture became bright. Xun Conglian saw his colleague turning his head hard, seeing his black eyes and red Blood squirted down the white porcelain.

He saw that the hands of the young man were still desperately clenching the tiles, as if to push them deeper.

Xun Lian Lian finally rushed to the two, and he tore open the murderer, stepped on the opponent's hand holding the porcelain plate, and kicked the man hard. Then quickly took off his coat and covered his colleague's throat.

The prisoner pressed his clothes tightly, but blood spewed out like an open tap, and instantly wet his coat: "Keep on, keep on! Hear no!"

He shouted with all his strength, but the policeman lying on the ground just opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally closed his eyes slowly.

Someone laughed out loud. The whole Gulou district under the night was like a **** on earth.