Criminal Psychology

The next day, the weather was fine.

Professor Fu had to rush back to school early in the morning as he had elective classes on Sunday afternoon.

Before leaving, he pulled Lin Chenxu again for a long time, and finally, Xun Lian shot it, forcibly dragged him out of the car and sent him to the station.

"Brother, see you the day after tomorrow!" Professor Fu finally waved across the window.

When Lin Conglian returned to the car, Lin Chen was sitting in the sun and didn't know what he was thinking.

"The feelings of your brothers and sisters are also very good." Xing Conglian started the car and laughed.

"After all, for many years."

"You are going to Yongchuan the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, the day after tomorrow is Father's birthday."

Of course, Xun Lian remembered that the old man in Lin Chen's mouth was his teacher who liked to buy the "Star Cup" and distributed it to students, but was always deceived by the stand.

"I can teach you and Fu Hao, old man, it must be very interesting." Xing Conglian said with emotion.

"Father, it's good to everyone." Lin Chen said.

Without returning to Yanjia Lane or the police station, Xun Conglian parked his car on a street full of flower stalls.

The window was half open, and the gentle floral scent poured into the car instantly. Looking at the endless flower stalls on the two sides of the street and passersby Yan Yan, Yan Lin was a little dazed.

Xun Conglian got off the ground naturally. He opened the door for Lin Chen and put his other hand on the roof. He smiled and said, "Sir, please get off the car."

Although I have never seen it before, Lin Chen has never entered a flower shop, let alone went to a long street full of flowers, and hand-picked those flowers that are suitable for planting or decorating at home in the season. Conglian, on the contrary, seems to be an old veteran. Lin Chen followed him and heard him say hello to the owner of the flower stall, saying some terms that he could hardly understand. Before long, Xun Lian held several plastic bags in his hands, which contained the newly bought seedlings. It is said that It's daisies and geraniums.

"How come you want to buy flowers?"

"Professor Fu had to say that our family is all around us all day long." Xing Conglian said, holding half a bunch of lilies and a starry sky, Lin Chen naturally took the bag in his left hand, so that he could pay in empty hands.

After hearing what he said, Lin Chen laughed a little bit. He was surrounded by flowers and wanted to decorate with flowers. There was a strange sense of upside-down: "It is really a hobby of life." He said with a joke.

"Of course." Half-faced young man with half face was covered by flowers, only handsome side face and good-looking eyes were exposed: "My mother taught me that the boy doesn't understand flowers, and he won't lie to his wife to go home later."

His eyes were very green, and the sycamore trees just behind him sprouts, and the branches stretched out in the blue sky.

Lin Chen shuddered in his heart. Although I knew it was just a joke, although it was also clear that this joke had nothing to do with him, but people are always easily moved by some sweet jokes, "Fortunately, you have learned it seriously." He says.

The happiest things in the world must include buying flowers. Not long after, Lin Chen and Xun Conglian were already full of flowers and plants, and the flower street was about to end.

Xun Conglian looked at the front, as if thinking of something, turned his head, and said to Lin Chen, "It's almost time to go back." He said, and turned quickly.

"Wait." Lin Chen also seemed to think of something and stopped him. "I remember, the dynasty said, you have set up a monument for me in the small cemetery at the end of the flower street, can you take me to see it? "

Today's weather is very good, and the river in the distance is quiet and peaceful, too.

Lin Chen stood in front of her tombstone, and felt it was a very strange experience. She was alive, but she saw her tombstone.

The name on the tombstone is him, but other than that, he didn't even have the date of birth and death, and there were no photos, which made people feel very strange, not serious enough, but serious too much. After all, before this tombstone, it was just a few days since he and Xun Cong met. It is not an exaggeration to say that Pingshui met. It is not solemn to buy land and stand a monument for someone who meets Pingshui.

Xing Conglian stood aside, as if he couldn't remember, the mood when he bought the cemetery that day may be sadness or powerlessness, but those moods seemed to have disappeared in the moment when Lin Chen appeared again. Now he felt only awkward, because the owner of the tombstone was standing next to him alive and had not spoken for several minutes.

He thought about it and decided to start by saying, "This, forget to let the administrator take it down."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Chen only returned to God. He half-turned and pulled a bouquet from Xun Lian's bouquet, bent over, and put it in front of his tombstone: "No need, just stay here."

The lily in front of the monument was still covered with dew, and Xun Lian laughed: "Won't you feel unlucky?"

"Keep it, I'll take a step back tomorrow and remember to see me with wine."

This sentence is a big unlucky thing, which can be said from Lin Chen's mouth, but it seems as natural as if you have to wear more clothes tomorrow. Life and death are natural things.

Therefore, Xun Conglian's answer was also very smooth: "Aren't you not drinking?" He asked.

"Hello, I can consider drinking."

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The conversation in front of the tombstone is short, and the main theme is around the small matter of drinking.

In the afternoon, the sky was kind.

Lin Chen sat on the balcony by the river and read a book. The tea in the cup was very hot. On the coffee table, there was a small dish of biscuits.

Xing Conglian was only wearing a shirt, rolled up his cuffs, and was turning over the bare flower stand on the balcony.

The daily training of our police officers seems to be a little too in place. The captain of the criminal squad is too good, with wide shoulders and narrow waists, and there is no trace of fat on his body. He can also feel the tightness from the tight shirt fabric. Strong muscles.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, Lin Chen simply put down the book and focused on watching him plant flowers.

I have to say that for people of Italian descent, even if they do not cook, they must grow flowers, and they must grow well.

There are four kinds of smooth soil from the hand. I saw that he mixed the soil skillfully in proportion, watered the flowers, was clear-cut and skilled, like a habitual gardener, the sun fell on him, and the light reflected on him. On his face, his shirt was white and handsome, which made him feel very warm and calm.

Lin Chen had no place to remember, and thought of the question he answered wrong: Have you never liked anyone?

Xing Conglian put a bunch of daisies on a flower stand, clapped his hands, and suddenly heard a light tune coming from him.

He turned back and saw Lin Chen lazily leaning against the rattan chair, holding the cup in one hand and holding the book in the other, as if unconsciously humming something.

That tone was a bit light and sweet, and Xun Conglian was a little shocked, and Lin Chen actually hummed.

"What song?" Xing Conglian turned his head and asked funnyly.

Lin Chen froze and smiled: "I don't remember, it seems to be related to planting flowers, right?"

"It sounds good." Xing Conglian took out a cigarette and clamped it in his hand, as if suddenly remembering something, he stopped and looked at Lin Chen: "You go to Yongchuan the day after tomorrow, is that okay?"

"What can be wrong?"

Xun Lian inspected Lin Chen several times from head to toe. She saw the pair of sleepy eyes from the soft slippers on the other's feet, and then said, "I always think that it's not too bad for you to have a body like you Maybe. "He leaned against the guardrail, blowing the wind, and said with a smile.

Lin Chen sighed helplessly, for a moment I didn't know how to answer.

"Are you studying at Yongchuan University?" Xing Conglian leaned against the guardrail, leaned his head back, and the sky fell on his face like water.

"Yes."

"Sure enough, it's Yongchuan University. That's really a talented student."

As a national cultural city, Yongchuan City is lined with colleges and universities, and Yongchuan University is the oldest private university in the country. The ideal at the beginning of the school was a world-class university. After several capital injections and the efforts of several generations, it is now domestic. The top three institutions of higher learning, Lin Chen was able to graduate from the ace of Yongchuan University.

"I'm better at school." Lin Chen answered seriously.

Xun Lian had long been accustomed to his straightforward style, so he did not feel that there was any boasting element in this sentence, but he was frankly cute.

He also sat in the rattan chair, lifted the teapot, refilled with a half glass of water, took a sip, and put it down again: "I remember, Yongchuan, like the place of the Chen family?"

He is sitting upright, and the action of pouring tea to add water is not pretentious, but has a sense of chicness and peace, as if he not only knows the floral art well, but is more familiar with tea. Only then did Lin Chen understand that Xun Lian suddenly mentioned his trip to Yongchuan, originally because of the "Chen Family."

In the North and South world, Chen Huang and his family lived in the north, and the Chen family's home happened to be in Yongchuan.

In the previous case of Feng Peilin, the paranoid owner of the Chen family also specially sent his housekeeper to make him unemployed again. Lin Chen did not know where Xunlian had collected the information of these families, and even had some knowledge of them. taste.

"It's just the teacher's birthday and classmates party."

When Xun Conglian heard the words "classmates gathering", he could not help frowning. He thought about it or said, "Chen family, is one of the shareholders of Yongchuan University?"

The meaning of this sentence is that even if you are eating, don't just go back to school on a whim.

"I'm just going to have a meal and stay overnight. Isn't it a big deal?"

"It's impossible to say, anyway, call me if something happens."

"Hope you still don't have to fight."