Criminal Psychology Chapter 82

What should I say? It is actually a very inappropriate ti.

But there are always monts in life that will inexplicably move you.

It's like a flower with dew or a roasted potato on a winter night. In short, for Lin Chen, he has too much ti to give advice and suggestions to others, and suddenly he heard soone admonishing himself. He was surprised at first, and then It was a deep feeling, and in the end, there was only simple emotion.

The night wind brought the wetness of morning dew.

Lin Chen watched Xing's gradual progress toward the back of the light. The white light made his figure fluffy, and then he disappeared around the corner.

Suddenly, Lin Chen felt dark, and soone covered his eyes with one hand.

"Well, don't look back, don't look at

with that look."

Su Fengzi's joking voice sounded in his ear.

Lin Chen grabbed his wrist, turned around, and was speechless: "Are you talking about such things now?"

"Which kind of thing is that your heart that has not changed in the past has finally begun to sprout, or is your clear and restrained gaze staring at your work partner?" Su Fengzi leaned slightly, and Lin Chen had sothing to be seen by him. The illusion was that when he wanted to interrupt, he heard Su Fengzi say, "But no matter what kind of thing, it's not about when you get married, you still need to pick a good day?"

Speaking of a fight, Lin Chen felt that Su Fengzi was really invincible.

"The taphor is so bad, no wonder your book can't be sold." Lin Chen had to say so.

But Su Fengzi is a man who can cope with interruptions.

"Then I put it in a proper word, won't you really like that policeman?" Su Fengzi asked straightforwardly.

Lin Chen had once imagined the mont when his mind was picked up, but unlike the tension or frustration in his imagination, he suddenly heard Su Fengzi asking such a thing, and suddenly there was no such panic and he felt very calm.

After all, this kind of mont will always co. In this case, there is nothing wrong with the sudden arrival now.

Well, there is nothing wrong with him telling the truth.

"Yes."

He replied.

This ti, Su Fengzi was surprised: "Have a good hold."

"What?" Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets, not quite understanding.

"Hello, now you have to build foundations, shouldn't you have any sense of entanglent that violates worldly ethics or fear of being shy of not being able to respond to your heart, anyway, how are you shy?"

"I like him, what's the matter with him?" Lin Chen couldn't help asking.

Too often, the pain of love cos from asking for help, but Lin Chen does not have such troubles.

"why?"

Finally, even Su Fengzi's tone was no longer light-hearted.

He asked earnestly, taking the most sincere concern among his friends.

It was also deep and the wind was light.

Lin Chen didn't expect him to ask why he was so serious, it was a surprise.

In fact, he felt unable to answer the question himself.

How much do you like him, why do you like him, and why are there so many?

Like this kind of thing, this is a kind of feeling, feeling this thing, even more unclear.

Maybe when he first t him.

Maybe when he saw him for the second ti.

Maybe when he left him, or when he saw him again.

Perhaps the sun was too good in the rest station that day, and he looked so handso in a trench coat; or maybe he was very reassuring in the command center.

Perhaps it was the half-wild look of the lily in front of his grave; or it was too gentle to look down and plant flowers ...

There are so many, perhaps, that accumulation has beco inevitable.

At least, Lin Chen thought that there were not many lucky things in his life, so those who felt lucky might be enough to accumulate in him.

"He's like a piece of sugar. It's sweet. After taking a sip, he doesn't want to spit it out." Lin Chen thought for a while and finally decided to answer with a taphor.

"You're saying sothing a little bit emotionally."

"But it's really sweet."

After speaking these words, he had no dialogue with Su Fengzi.

That was a very good rest. Among friends, the most precious thing is not the continuous flow, but the tily care and the right stop.

Lin Chen walked back to the brightly lit large office, and all the arrangents had been completed.

So of the police officers in the second station lay on the table and slept quietly, so began to shut down, and so looked at him with unsure but helpless eyes.

Seems to want to ask, is this useful? Will they really be hooked tomorrow?

In that most famous book on public psychology, Lin Chen read a passage.

Roughly said:

As an individual, he is rational, so he can use good and evil to move his emotions, use whether to standardize his ideas, and use his interests to restrict his behavior ...

For example, because reason can constrain emotion, he will not disturb Xing Conglian because of his personal feelings, but unfortunately, in the group, this reason is not very useful.

In a less appropriate taphor, if he is in a fanatic Xinglianlian fan support party and is surrounded by Xinglianlian fans, he will not rationally control his love.

So, how to solve a group that is deeply trapped in the collective unconscious is actually almost as difficult as letting a group of fanatic fans quickly take off the powder.

First of all, ti is definitely useful, and most people will pass away the fanaticism and restore their reason because of the passage of ti.

But without too much ti, to affect a group, it is necessary to lie and deceive everything.

The theory is actually quite simple.

Groups are not restricted by reason and logic, but have rich imagination and pseudo-reasoning ability. They seem to be inclined to believe in things that are impossible, illogical, and non-existent, but they do not believe in daily logic.

For example, in ancient tis, people sincerely believed that the shaman's sacrifice could get heavy rain. To this end, they were willing to kneel for three days and three nights or kill the won and children of the ethnic group and use their lives to sacrifice the sky.

The beginning of these beliefs may be the wind that occasionally blows when the wizard chants, or the rain that suddenly falls in the days after the spell.

In short, the more connections that seem to exist, the more convincing the group mbers are.

Therefore, he has only shaped a group of elites who guard the campus. Although ordinary students may be suspicious of this, they will think, is that docunt really a "three graves" to help the elderly sign a settlent agreent with a bad dical group; they will Do you suspect that the Lin Chen who appeared on the scene of the cri is really a mber of the "Three Graves"? They will even consider whether the three semi-circular signatures are really the logo of a campus elite organization, even if the logo appears, Can it really prove that the campus elite organization really exists?

It's strange that mbers of the group don't think so.

Once they saw the superficial connection and not too reliable evidence, they already vividly imagined the appearance of the mbers of the "Three Graves