Criminal Psychology

Trust is a weird word.

It was ridiculous to talk about trust for the first time.

But Lin Chen said, if you trust me.

Xing Conglian thought, of course I trust you.

The requirements are so simple and the responses are more straightforward, even without a reason.

Xun Lian arranged his men to control the city and search for Yu Qing.

However, Yu Yanqing had not committed a crime and had not been reported missing. The so-called deployment control was only to monitor her identity card and various citizen cards and information, and to inform her police of her temporary residence and the vicinity of the company. Report to your superior. Apart from this, there is no better way, but this is indeed the best way to punish a prisoner.

Xing Lian got off the phone and looked back at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen bowed his head slightly, holding **** tea in both hands, drinking with small sips, as if feeling the eyes of Xun Conglian, he looked up and said, "Take me to the hospital to see."

Hongjing Third People's Hospital is the beginning of all stories.

If you want to complete the story, you must come back here.

Because of the typhoon, there were no one in the hospital. The violent wind slammed into the door and sent one stretcher after another.

Surrounded by icy white walls and smoky gray tiles darker than white, patients injured by typhoons were placed inside and outside the emergency hall. Those low mourns echoed in the space, extremely painful, irritable and extremely cold and terrible.

Lin Chen dropped the umbrella as usual, and choked the rain on his shoulders.

The medical staff was busy among the patients, so it was the head of the hospital's security department that received Lin Chen and Xing Cong.

The Chief of the Security Section is huge and leads the way.

As he approached the corner of the stairs, Lin Chen felt a chill for no reason.

The elevator door behind him suddenly opened, and the light inside the elevator was dazzling. The doctor in the white coat rushed out of the elevator first. His hands pressed the breathing mask, and the two nurses pushed the instrument, followed closely.

The bed was quickly pushed towards the operating room, and the door opened and closed automatically.

Many people around the door of the operating room, talking anxiously and lowly, were so restless and confused.

After a while, the sharp sound of the pacing alarm penetrated the door of the operating room, choking everyone, and the call of death almost pierced the eardrum.

Someone started crying, and somebody was sitting quietly.

There was only one person, Shi Shiran left the chaotic crowd. He looked around casually, then found a row of seats and continued to lie down and sleep.

Immediately before going up the stairs, Lin Chen's eyes stopped on the bench.

"That's the nursing staff of the hospital." As if Lin Chen's doubts were seen, Xun Conglian explained.

"It's weird."

"What's weird?"

"Someone is about to leave, but he doesn't have any sadness." It seemed like he had encountered a very troubled problem, Lin Chen said.

"Too much to see, of course, numb." The chief of the security section accompanying him looked back at the carer, disapproving.

"See more?"

"That is of course. Our hospital signed a contract with a labor service company. The cleaners and nurses are long-term workers. They spend more time in the hospital than some doctors ..."

Lin Chen stopped suddenly, he and Xingcong looked at each other like a rapport, and the Captain of the Interpol asked keenly: "Which labor service company did you sign with your hospital?"

"'Good home', the biggest labor service company in the city is their home."

Lin Chen looked back, and Xun called decisively from Lian Decong and instructed his subordinates: "Compare the photos of Yu Yanqing with the suspect who had entered the morgue of the Third Court."

His phone call was extremely fast. After hanging up, he had a chat with the head of the security section. However, the head of the large hospital, how could he have too much impression of a girl, he did not get any similar Information about Yu Yanqing.

Xun Lian searched Lin Chen subconsciously, and found that Lin Chen was behind him, walking very slowly. Moreover, Lin Chen really just walked very seriously, without even looking around, peering around.

"What do you want?" The captain of Interpol, who couldn't stand the silence, finally spoke. "Is Yu Qing the one who is playing with the body in the hospital?"

"No." Lin Chen shook her head. "I wonder, why is this here?"

"Choose this place, because this place is special." Xing Conglian replied.

Lin Chen nodded and asked, "So, where is it particularly?"

"I don't know. It may be someone here, something that happened, or even he is looking at it here. The answer is too broad ..." Xing Lianyue said more and more difficult to understand.

"It's not that wide."

Lin Chen stopped.

In front of them was an ordinary white wooden door with the words "morgue" written on the doorplate.

The incandescent light overhead flashed slightly.

A faint cry came down the corridor, floating in a space beyond the head.

The security captain took out the key and opened the door carefully.

The cold air blew on his face.

The entire place where the corpses are parked is only two hundred square meters in size. The bed is very tightly closed, and the white sheets are hanging on the ground, like an endless snowy field. It is clear that the distance between life and death is not as wide as the sky. More difficult to go over.

The beds where the weird male corpses appeared were empty, and Lin Chen walked to an empty bed and circled around.

Because of the narrow space, he accidentally touched the hand of a deceased next to him. He glanced at the back of the stiff and pale hand, suddenly remembering that Fu Hao had said that he had been sleeping under the morgue bed.

Why put a handful of white sand beside the body, and why lie under a body?

How does it feel to lie under a corpse?

If you cannot use rational analysis, then close your eyes and feel well.

Lin Chen lifted the hanging sheets, bent down and got under the bed, lying flat on the ground.

The ground is very cold, the surroundings are dark, the eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, as if all the senses are closed, only thinking clearly.

You can imagine the corpses around you, you can imagine their life, sad or happy, imagine how they were born and how they died.

In such a cold, quiet and closed space, you will find that it seems that death is really close to you.

Your heartbeat will involuntarily speed up because of fear, but your brain will calm down because of fear.

The dizzying dizziness in the nasal cavity □ The water taste is real, it seems to penetrate the blood vessels and penetrate into every part of the body.

How does it feel?

A sudden bell rang in the room.

Xing Cong took out his mobile phone and quickly pressed the answer button.

Lin Chen opened his eyes.

When he finished answering the phone, Lin Chen had already crawled out of the bed. Xing Conglian held his cell phone and said to Lin Chen, "There is a clue."

The person who found the clue was a technician from Xun Lian.

The technician's name is Dynasty, and he has all the fine character of a technical house.

At the first sight of Lin Chen, he took out all the sweets in his pocket and arranged them on the table. Then he quickly picked the chocolates inside and stuffed them into Lin Chen, while still saying: "A sauce, cabbage , Ma Yuyu, who do you like more? WoW, dota, lol do you prefer to play that? How about picking a plate when you have time? "

Lin Chen was dumb asked for the first time, looking at the innocent eyes of the dynasty, he had to ask Xinglian Lian for help.

Xun Lian smoked a cigarette and said lightly, "Do you want to report the fare?"

The technician who ran out of the police station holding the notebook and sat down quickly. There was an old-fashioned desk in front of him. Because of the rain, No. 6 Yanjia Lane was slightly mildewy.

The dynasty sneezed and said, "Head, I didn't say you, why do you live here, my grandma lives in this kind of house, and it is easy to get old and cold ..."

"Don't you let me find a woman in the morning. I just saw her. Guess where she is?" Wang Chao had thick black circles on his face and chewed a piece of lemon-flavored gum. He said, "Dangdang, As you said, the hospital first discovered that she had pushed a cleaning vehicle into the morgue during the time when a corpse would dress herself. "

A petite woman appeared on the screen, and the dynasty pressed to pause to enlarge the picture.

It was a thin, thin face, and the facial features seemed too small to be huddled together. There was no grief or joy on that face, and it seemed to be tortured by life and lost its edges.

Lin Chen looked at the dry and thin woman and nodded, confirming that it was the gardener who always gave him love letters.

"This girl is called Yanqing Qing." Wang Chao said, quickly retrieved a slideshow video file, then selected one, and double-clicked to open it: "I used simple face recognition technology in the video of the case related to these days. In the information, she searched for her picture, guess what! "He quickly pressed the pause, and the picture freezes on the rioting street in the evening." She is here. "The dynasty pointed with a finger and stood with a cold eye on the side of the fruit stand. Long-haired woman.

"Finally, guess what, God." Chao Chao sighed, proud of his eyes, he quickly opened the last file in the list, "the intersection in front of the Central Park, about 35 minutes before the incident."

In the final frame, Yu Yanqing seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes. She wore a red dress and smeared lipstick, and her whole body was radiant, and she walked towards the small park with vigor and vitality.

When a person appears in three seemingly unrelated cases, this is in itself the greatest connection.

"Then we might as well invite this beautiful lady to have tea?" Although she didn't understand why Yu Yanqing wrote to Lin Chen to expose herself, Xing Conglian still touched his chin, saying so.

"No, let's go to Chunshui Street again." Lin Chen seemed to be cold, and his voice was hoarse. He touched Xunlian and shook his head.