Criminal Psychology Chapter 5

The rainstorm ca on schedule.

It was not very dark, but it was raining heavily. The crackling raindrops fell on the trees and leaves, making a huge sound like the purring of a beast.

Lin Chen manages all the boarding students in the first and second grades of the school. There are not many primary school boarding students, and most of the children are picked up in advance by worried parents. Therefore, fewer than ten children are left behind. Classmates were placed in a collective dormitory together.

All night, Lin Chen was busy with these things.

He counted the number of people, helped the children organize their bags and changed clothes, and even the dolls that everyone used to rember to take.

Hongjing's children were not the first to experience a typhoon, so no one seed overly panic and worried.

Large and small children gathered in two large dormitories. Perhaps a corner of the dormitory was filled with snacks and drinking water, so that the dark night with no fingers and noisy winds in the night were not so scary.

It was almost dawn, and the children slept again. Lin Chen greeted the attendant on duty, and then returned to his room.

The wind was getting stronger, but the rain seed to stop temporarily.

Outside, the plantains were swayed by the wind, and the huge green leaves trembled, casting a ssy shadow on the wall.

Lin Chen turned on the light, and the white light instantly illuminated this narrow space.

The furnishings in the room are simple and seem to be a little poor, or even too much.

There is no furniture except desks and beds.

The window in front of the desk did not know when it was opened, and the writing was soaked by the rain and turned into a sea.

However, just in the ocean, there seed to be a pink boat floating.

It was a letter, pink, folded into the shape of a heart, it was so cute, so incompatible with the humble room and the simple wooden table.

Lin Chen took a few steps and picked up the letter from the water.

The envelope was soaked with rain, Lin Chen glanced at his na on the envelope, and habitually wanted to put it down. Suddenly, his fingertips touched sothing in the envelope.

That thing is hard, and it seems soft ...

Lin Chen quickly opened the letter, and what caught her eyes was a ball of sand adhering to the letter.

The sand was white, and after soaking in rain, it solidified ugly.

Lin Chen gently opened the white sand on the letter paper, and the faint writing underneath was exposed.

Looking at the vague words, Lin Chen suddenly felt that there was a cool air running down his spine, slowly perating his head.

"Dear, I can finally face death calmly / I no longer hesitate, timid and fear / Grim Reaper ’s arms are gentle and his eyes are charming, his black eyes are blooming wet flowers, and I finally sll its fragrance / I Seeing his fingers stick out countless strands, plunging into the world, can you feel it? "

The edges of the letter had long been blurred, and the black letters softened, as if a faint mist was wrapped around the entire stationery.

All feelings are so familiar.

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The rainstorm poured down.

The rain silk was very thin and dense, but it was also very anxious. When the wind was blown by the manic wind, the umbrella handle swayed, even people could not stand firmly.

Xing Conglian was sitting by the window. The site investigation report at hand had been turned several tis. He closed the papers and the tea on the table was cold.

He could understand every word in the report, but he couldn't understand what was behind it.

Neatly dressed male corpse in hospital, wounding in fruit store, dead old man, broken ring in park ...

All this seems to have nothing to do with each other, but because of the sand, they are closely and forcibly connected together.

He couldn't help but think of the quiet host, the other's peaceful eyes and extrely calm words. He wanted to stand up, rush into the rain, run to the other side, and asked, "What do you know?"

He thought so, and then stood up. He picked up the key, put on his jacket, and stood at the police door.

In the wind and rain, there were many wild people, and soone ca from afar.

The man was holding a black umbrella, and the side of the umbrella's bone collapsed slightly, as if crumbling.

However, the hand holding the umbrella is very stable, and the walking steps are very stable, and even the rain water falling on the umbrella surface makes a steady sound.

Looking at the people in the rain, Xun Lian suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Lin Chen stepped on the steps, put away his umbrella, and shook the rain.

He was soaking wet, and the whole portrait was taken out of the water.

He looked unsurprisingly looking at the Captain in front of him.

Without a shiver or chatter, he looked up slightly, looking at the clear green eyes of the Captain of the Interpol.

"Do you want to solve the case?" He asked.

"Think." There was almost no hesitation without asking why, and the Captain of the Interpol answered very simply.

"Do you believe ?" He asked again.

"letter."

"Are you afraid of retaliation?"

"Afraid." Xun Cong paused for a while, and he obviously saw a smile in Lin Chen's eyes, so he laughed. "But I am more afraid of seeing those full hands than being revenge. He's a **** man, and he's free. "Although he was laughing, he was very serious.

"Okay, please let

join."

There was a mont of condemnation.

In the short period of one minute when he made a decision to find Lin Chen to help him go out, he thought about how to say "please help" to Lin Chen, and he also thought about how Lin Chen would refuse himself.

But he never thought that Lin Chen would say to him:

Please let

join.

If he had not been in the director's office for five minutes in the morning, he would have felt that Lin Chen had been deliberately trying to participate in the case.

But when Lin Chen asked the phrase "Are you afraid of being retaliated against?