Criminal Psychology

"Captain, really a very thoughtful person."

Faster than Lin Chen was Su Fengzi.

A sound of taunt came from the corner.

Su Fengzi squinted, as if to blame Xun Lian too whimsical, but perhaps his words were pure appreciation.

Lin Chen was thinking, just like the thinking that Xing Lianlian had done before.

The problem now is that no matter how they deal with it, they must pay a corresponding price, whether it is public safety or the health of the students. This is a price that they are not eligible for exchange.

Just like solving a plane geometry problem, no matter how to solve the problem, those auxiliary lines must be added.

"We seem to have reached a dead end now?" Lin Chen asked, shaking his head.

"What do you think?" Xing Conglian lit a cigarette.

Looking at his silent but firm eyes, Lin Chen suddenly felt relaxed.

"Life is always coming from the dead."

He turned around, leaned on the counter, and asked Xun Lianlian: "In your mind, what is the best way to solve the crisis?"

"Of course I hope they came forward to me and said, I am wrong with the police uncle, and then put down the butcher to stand on the ground to become a Buddha." Xun Conglian took a breath and said.

"I can try." Lin Chen answered.

The punishment suddenly shocked, he knew very well that his own request was simply difficult for a strong man. After all, it was not easy to reverse the will of a group of lunatics in a short period of time.

But Lin Chen thought seriously, and answered him very seriously, you can try.

Really too proud.

"Rely on it, anti brainwashing?" Comrade Wang Chaoxiao was suddenly excited.

"The theoretical basis is that the members of the group have lost their personalities and replaced the individual will with a collective will. Then this is a collective unconscious state that lacks cognitive ability ... Since it is an unconscious state, then there is something, Then it works. "

"what?"

"Hint."

"Well, is collective hypnosis, although it sounds terrible, but is it really feasible?" Even Comrade Wang Chao was very skeptical.

"Not so exaggerated." Lin Chen rubbed the juvenile soft hair and said lightly: "I want them to calm down. Warnings, threats, and rational persuasion have no effect. They are crazy and paranoid. They are behind the scenes. They become like they are now, so if the black hands can wash them behind the scenes, why can't we wash them again? "

"Although I don't understand a sentence, I think it makes sense!"

"What to do?" The words of the dynasty didn't fall, and Xun Conglian said decisively.

"It needs to be step by step. The first thing we have to deal with is a group of hatred avengers. Your goal is to want them to appear in front of you instead of those innocent students. Then the only way is to pull hatred . "

"Pull hatred?"

"Just like playing a game, he cut ten boss blood and I cut one hundred boss blood. Is the boss's hatred to me high?" Wang Chao asked.

"Yes, you can think of that group as a group of wolves. How do you stop the wild wolves from attacking the weak sheep and attack the targets we set?"

"Make them pain." Xing Conglian replied.

Lin Chen nodded.

But before he went on, the dynasty said, "I think this question is a bit sloppy, but isn't the problem here? We don't know how many people they are, who they are, where they are, and how to hurt them. What about? "

"I don't know who they are, it doesn't prevent us from doing some communication with them." Lin Chen looked up, looking at the camera with the flashing red dot in the shop opposite, and said, "Guess how many people are behind that camera Looking at it? "

"Achen, your brain hole is really bigger than the old one! You want to use an surveillance camera to brainwash them, but will there be so many people watching?"

"It doesn't matter how many people watch. What's important is that someone is watching." Lin Chen paused and said, "There are two inferences. First, if there are 100 people in that group, it is impossible for all of them to live every day. All come here to read the message, so we assume that they have their own internal means of information transmission. Second, you see, even if they evacuate here, the entire store is clean and tidy without any clutter. Suppose this store is for every group member They are all very important. Even if it is not the holy place in their minds, it is also one of their spiritual and emotional sources. If some bad things happen in this store, would you guess they will be uncomfortable? "

"How to make them uncomfortable?" Said the dynasty excitedly, leaving me to rely on me.

"Since it has lost humanity, it is animal nature. For any social animal, the most uncomfortable thing is that its own territory is occupied and trampled by others ..." Lin Chen tilted her head, and her mouth even seemed to have nothing. With a smile, "Imagine if someone approached your room and put your favorite hand on the ground."

"Is his family good?"

"Then, if the person who trampled on your hand, or the object they hate most?"

The dynasty suddenly turned his head and looked at Xun Conglian: "Boss, if Black Jack did this, would you lend me some money?"

"What do you want?"

"Get some mercenaries to kill him!" The boy angered.

Xing Conglian laughed dumbly, but said, "Okay."

Lin Chen was a little speechless, but continued the topic just now: "So, if you agree with this plan, we need to find a target of hatred." After that, he opened the eye police captain and said: "The police obviously No. "

Xing Conglian raised his hands and said, "I know, but you are acting with the police, so you can't do it."

"Of course I can't. Personal strength is limited." Lin Chen looked around the house and said softly, "So we still need a group, a group that makes them extremely hateful." Lin Chen looked around, his tone very calm, "Although That might be too biased, but imagine what kind of people you hate most if you are a member of that group? "

"Anyone better than me?" Xun Conglian said.

"Better than me?" Dynasty Road.

"Smarter than me?" Professor Ye said.

"Not only is it powerful, but it also has a high value, and not only has excellent results, it is also smarter. In short, it is those arrogant lords who can offset the ordinary people's efforts 100 times without effort." Su Fengzi smiled and concluded.

"Fuck, are we going to pull all the flowers and grass in the university town into the water?" Wang Chao said excitedly, rubbing his palms. "It seems very interesting."

Lin Chen's eyes fell on Xun Conglian.

The Captain of the Interpol was still thinking. Suddenly, Lin Chen saw him look up and asked decisively: "Is there time?"

"A bit nervous, mainly because the layout takes time ..."

He also went on to explain that Xing Conglian stopped him with sharp eyes.

"Let's do it."

Captain Interpol said.

Xing Conglian is a very simple person.

Lin Chen realized the meaning from his simple four words. He roughly said that he decided to do it, and I took responsibility. You just need to let go.

Lin Chen didn't say anything else. He nodded his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was now 11.40 in the night, and time was far more tense than expected.

His tone also rose suddenly: "Problem Professor Ye is needed."

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Ye Yan is a person who is afraid of trouble.

After all, most people who engage in mathematics only like to nest in their own territory and think about some issues that interest them.

And these questions of interest obviously do not include how to be a good actor.

He looked at the row of red brushes and paint cans in front of him, very, very depressed.

"Do you really want me to go?" He rubbed his hair anxiously, refraining from the desire to kick the paint bucket in front of his eyes.

"Yes, time is tight, time does not allow you to write down the calculation process, and then we will ask the students to memorize it." Lin Chen explained.

Ye Yan always thought he was crazy, but he didn't expect anyone to be crazy.

Just a few minutes ago, the police sent two buckets of red paint and a row of brushes, and his task was to use these two props to brush the whole process of the entire process of unlocking the password with blood, and finally leave it The next sentence-naked provocation.

In the end, how many mad people will come up with this idea!

"You can rest assured that you can turn your back to the camera and they can't see your face."

"Then why should I wear his clothes!" Ye Yan yanked the smoky gray suit that wasn't a good fit, only to feel uncomfortable.

"Because ... of all the people present, only my clothes look expensive." The owner of the suit reached out and gently arranged the neckline of the shirt for him.

"You must not stain my clothes!" Ye Yan looked at Su Fengzi's full set of clothes and became even more angry. Why did the same clothes look like Su Fengzi?

"Okay." Su Fengzi said, tying his tie, "please pay attention to safety."

Ye Yan rarely heard him be so solemn, and suddenly he was inexplicably moved.

"Don't stain my clothes, it's really expensive."

Su Fengzi said very seriously.

The empty coffee bar stands quietly in the underground world.

The hammer has been prepared, and the dynasty has calculated the surveillance picture range of the same camera in advance, and everyone is standing outside the picture.

Ye Yan barefooted, pulled his tie, lifted his hammer, and took a step forward.

He raised his hammer and lifted it with all his strength.

There was a loud noise, the glass burst, and hammers flew into the store.

The mathematician stepped on the glass floor and walked into the dark coffee bar.

The floor was a pure log color, but at this moment it was stained with ground, and the man who walked into the store dropped the paint bucket smartly, and a few drops of bright red paint splashed out, falling like blood on the ground.

Like all the crazy character settings, once standing in the area he is proud of, Ye Yan does not need any acting skills at all, and can perform the contempt of mortals to the fullest.

He put his hands in his pockets, held the pen in the other hand, raised his head slightly, and began to write casually and chicly, as if an exhilarating music sounded, Ye Yan's strokes became faster and faster.

The lights were dim, and the back of the mathematician was free and easy.

Like the rune written by the **** of heaven, or the painter splashed ink freely.

Numbers and formulas grew and spread on the snow-white walls at an alarming rate.

And more red paint dripped slowly along the wall, drawing a small grain, like blood red vine.

Looking at the ever-spreading blood red writings in the shop, Xun Conglian said: "A normal person like me wants to rush in and beat him."

"Fuck, my goosebumps are all up," Wang Chao said, rubbing his arms.

"That's not enough." Lin Chen stood on his shoulders and said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"In that case, the power of the individual is always limited, and it is impossible for a great group to turn its fingertips because of individual resistance. It is only the group that can attract the group."

"We want them to think that Professor Ye is not alone. There are many people standing behind him?"

"Yes, we have to make them think that behind Professor Ye are those who hate madness in their hearts, those arrogants who can humiliate them and crush them so that they can never be seen in their lives. We want Make them think they are those who are provoking them. "

"But what do you do?"

"The group only accepts hints, so we can compose stories." Lin Chen slightly tilted her head and looked at Su Fengzi, saying so.