Criminal Psychology Chapter 275

Probably after the old man said that sentence.

An electric three-wheeler ca in the direction of Hongjing Municipal Bureau against the flow of people.

Although the afternoon was about to end, the sun outside the building was still very bright, and the number of police officers at the gate of the city bureau did not decrease.

"Lao Zhang, co and check the parcel!"

The brother of ShunShui Express stopped the tricycle and knocked on the window of the gatekeeper of Hongjing Police Station. He snarled.

"Take it lightly," said the old guard Zhang, turning over a newspaper and speaking slowly.

The brother imdiately whispered, looked nervously into the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau, and began to move the courier out of his trolley one by one. uncle?"

Master Zhang has been the gatekeeper of the city bureau for ten years, and has a wealth of anti-reconnaissance capabilities, so he will not reveal it because of a small express delivery.

He pushed away his rattan chair, walked out of the guard room with his hands on his back, and said, "No, that's a big case every day."

He crouched down, checking the na and phone on each courier for suspiciousness like a king inspector soldier.

If he finds a problem, he has the right to call soone out or throw the mail through the x-ray machine.

Especially at critical monts like now, his inspections are even more careful.

Shun Shui's courier brother finally moved all the courier parts, and there was still a fire.

Xiaoge humd and wiped the sweat, returned to the black-painted electric tricycle again, and took out a few letters from the post bag hanging on the electric car's faucet, fanning them like a fan , Huang Xiaoyou handed it to Lao Zhang.

The janitor has thick cocoons on his hands. If the brother Shun Shui observes it carefully, he will find that the cause of those cocoons is entirely caused by firearms and not by any kind of repairman.

The mont the letter arrived, the policeman's cheerful janitor changed his eyes.

The four printed letters belonging to the social security center's collection account and credit card repaynt were also mixed with sothing else, and were clearly different from those written by the unified machine.

The janitor took out a sweat-stained handkerchief from his front pocket, put it between his fingers, and slowly pulled out the letter.

The envelope is made of kraft paper, and behind it is a blood-red varnished seal.

On the front, it was written with handso flowers—Hongjing City received a few words from the sentence.

In the sun, so of the fonts are reflective and very fuzzy.

...

Xun Lian didn't get this letter for the first ti, not because he was in a eting with the senior managent, but because the situation has not yet reached his control.

Arriving before the letter was the first wave of public opinion.

The network departnt area in the lobby was very shaless.

The first person to jump was the dynasty.

Although he was wearing a peaked cap very naively indoors, in his professional field, young people revealed that he had full control over his age.

He chewed the lemon-flavored chewing gum, looked at the several display screens around, and glanced at the surging data stream. He didn't even need to input any instructions, and he had already made a preliminary judgnt on the developnt.

The young man frowned, but Hitomi could not see any tension and anxiety.

He patted the shoulder of the person next to him, motioned to the other side's temporary post, and then he rushed directly to the small glass room at the end of the hall.

"Boss, there is sothing online!"

Regardless of how many provincial and ministerial officials were seated in the glass room, Wang Chao didn't even knock on the door, and after he opened it, he reported directly to Xunlian.

Xunlian paused for a mont, giving Minister Shen the opportunity to ask "what happened".

The dynasty pursed its lips.

Xun Lian nodded to him.

After receiving the instructions, he rushed to the computer in the corner of the glass room and opened the notebook connected to the ho screen.

Another display panel embedded in the wall next to the glass plate lights up at a glance, and the ice blue light makes people feel uncomfortable for a while.

But the young man didn't notice the other people in the room, he was completely imrsed in his cold and accurate computing world.

He gathered the data from the main control room, and several histograms appeared on the screen. These are public opinion monitoring software belonging to governnt departnts. They look rustic but easy to operate.

The dynasty selected the "bad words" section. In the next second, all the histograms beca colorful, but they continued to climb like the body of a poisonous snake.

"Thirty seconds ago, the combination of online keywords 'bet' and 'poisoning' exploded at an exponential level." The dynasty explained, and quickly dragged the mouse to move to the next screen.

Instantly, a nebula-like picture of the Big Bang appeared, and countless small white dots appeared on the dark blue scene.

Dynasty points open source data in the middle of the nebula.

It was a Weibo. The sender's ip was located in a shopping mall in a certain city, and the flow of people was huge. It was difficult to determine who actually sent the Weibo in a short ti.

Only three pictures were posted on Weibo, with no text. Apparently the sender knew the network monitoring system well.

The first picture is the result of a dark network vote hidden by the police. It is a screenshot, so the ti is displayed in the lower right corner of the desktop.

The second one is the scene of a riot in the clothing market in icun City. The photos are strangely angled. So people raise their wrists to expose the stainless steel surface in the lower left corner. The flow of people in the market is completely blurred.

The third photo has no ti. It is a cold and programmatic notice. It is a security inspection notice issued by the superior departnt to various subway exits in icun City.

Obviously, these three pictures are put together to imply a ssage: before the icun clothing market happened, senior governnt officials had learned that icun was about to be attacked. They had made many plans and even succeeded. The problem of the railway station was circumvented, but this information was concealed from the public, so that the clothing market tragedy occurred.

I have to say that the sender of Weibo is the master of public opinion hype.

He directly targeted the tragedy at governnt departnts, implying that the governnt is suspected of concealing information from the public. After all, there is no more hype that can attract public interest than scolding the governnt.

The young man did all this, looked up, his eyes sharp, and asked only three words: "What to do?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course, there is control under guidance!"

"How to control?" He asked, as if he was going to talk to the public opinion experts in the superior departnt, he made a few typical remarks.

——I rely, this is too abnormal.

— Isn't this a terrorist attack? Mom's all day □□□□, sothing didn't dare to let it go when sothing happened.

——Crazy, these people!

-What is the URL? I had to cast Hongjing to death. It would have been unsightly to see Hongjing's idiots.

Just as the dynasty adjusted the data, the volu of the nebula on the screen expanded a lot.

Public opinion experts slamd the table: "Explain to the public that the governnt knew in advance that the attack was about to happen and had prepared a plan. To prevent panic and the need for case detection, the overall incident was not notified to the public. The relevant situation is still underway During the investigation, please believe that the police have the ability to solve the case. In addition to the official announcent, do not listen to the rumors ... and ... "He groaned for a mont," the source number must be sealed and the person involved in the case must be tracked. Need I teach you more? "

The dynasty did not obey, and the attitude of the young man was obvious. He only listened to one person in the small glass room.

The punishnt began to look directly at Minister Shen, and since the dynasty ca in, the old man who was over a year old had a bad face.

"I know what you're thinking, but in the absence of conclusive evidence, they prejudice the public and threaten the stability of the society. What if the criminals are pregnant?" The old man paused and said, "Xiao Liu's plan Is the most secure, you give

focus on solving the case ... "

Xun Lian wanted to speak, but it was then that Zhang Xiaolong beca the second person to interrupt the eting.

The policewoman carried the bag of evidence and was no longer as shy and timid as before: "Squadron, the gatekeeper received a letter addressed to you." She lifted the envelope and said, "It has been checked and there is no powder in it. object."

Xun Lian nodded calmly and took the evidence bag.

At the sa ti, the dynasty clicked on the last ssage on the embedded screen behind him.

——The owner of Po will give you a way to vote online. Let's vote for Yongchuan together!

...

The sa letter was sent to Fengchun TV at the sa ti as the letter was received from the prison.

The only difference is that mail delivery is not by old-school ans of delivery.

The letters appeared in mass mail in the mailbox of each employee of the news editorial departnt of Fengchun TV Station.

So people treat it as spam without opening it, but so people, driven by the subject, click the entire email, which is made into a letter animation.

Like the magic was lifted instantly, the fire paint fell, the animated emails stood up, and then they opened it by themselves.

The black sculpted fountain pen character falls into each pair of dark pupils.

For the first two minutes many people were eager to open the letter, no one spoke.

But after the first reading, the bewildernt and incomprehension were soon swallowed up by a frosty thriller atmosphere.

The chaos of pushing the tables and chairs echoed in the collective office. People with fast-eyed eyes have taken screenshots to save the ssages, and even so people raised their phones to start taking pictures.

The editor-in-chief rushed out of the independent office and yelled at the entire office: "What are you doing, taking screenshots and uploading them to social dia, afraid the police will not co knocking?"

But the next mont, the flash and shutter clicked softly, like the best mockery.

The editor's face turned pale.

Seeing this, the editor who did not hold back the photo with courage raised his hand and courageously said, "Boss, this is the news of Tianda. We will report it if we don't report to Youtai. It is not the police who give us bonuses ..."

The editor-in-chief was captivated, his face was gloomy, but it looked like that, but he couldn't find anything to refute.

At this mont, the reporter who had been refreshing Weibo in the corner shouted: "bas TV has sent ws!"