Criminal Psychology

Chapter 11

I don't know who said that the most reasonable is the most unreasonable.

Judging from the performance, Yu Yanqing appeared outside the scene of the three crimes, left a letter that could be said to be a suicide note, and then committed suicide. Evidence of the wounding case.

This is the most reasonable ring.

It's unreasonable because it's perfect.

"But the problem is that you have no evidence to prove that Yu Yanqing did not dare to commit suicide because she was afraid of death, because she was already dead." Xing Conglian said.

"I really don't have any evidence, and I'm even convinced that she committed suicide." Lin Chen folded the letter paper in his hand: "I just want to know how she overcame her instinct and separated her throat with a knife. Lin Chen was silent for a moment, as if looking for the right words, "Humans are always afraid of death. Whether it is psychological or physical, human beings have extremely complicated self-protection mechanisms. Then, it is never easy to break through human nature and obstacles. Unless there is a strong motivation behind it."

"Isn't it easy to want to die?" Xing Conglian was puzzled, "But you said that, I suddenly thought... just now the forensic doctor said that there is something wrong with the wound on Yu Yanqing's body."

"what?"

"Her body is of different shades, new and old. She should have started self-mutilation very early. First, she made small wounds in places that were not dangerous. Then, the wounds slowly spread to her wrists, chest and neck..." Xing Conglian paused, "In the end, she cut her throat with a knife, but at that time, she didn't die immediately, she was still struggling and inserted the knife into her heart."

After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen just lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

The room fell into an unbearable silence, and the sky was about to turn dark again. Finally, Xing Conglian couldn't help it, and spoke again.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

Lin Chen began to tidy up the letter paper on the ground, and stuffed all the letters back into the envelope: "This shows that she is determined to die, and her serious attitude and determination are rarely seen."

Lin Chen's answer was very straightforward. Anyone who has seen the scene will come to such a conclusion.

Many people commit suicide because life is too painful and there is nothing to love, but Yu Yanqing seems to simply yearn for the feeling of death.

If she just lies under the dead body and kills because she loves the feeling of death, it seems that it is completely reasonable.

But all the questions will still come back to the last three words.

why?

Xing Conglian wiped his face, he really couldn't understand this question.

"Tell me, what does it feel like when a person dies?"

Lin Chen took a deep breath and asked him.

"Don't you know if you try it?"

Seeing Lin Chen's troubled face, Xing Conglian smiled at him.

……

Since ancient times, people have always kept tabs on death.

It is too dangerous and terrifying, it represents the end of life, but occasionally, it also exudes a charming color, tempting to approach.

Lin Chen followed Xing Conglian and stood by the side of the road where the lights were just coming up.

At this time, the wind is not strong, but the rain is very thin, so the street lamps have a blurred halo.

It coincides with the off-duty rush hour, and the intersection is full of traffic. Vehicles are wrapped in rain and roar past. Human voices, horns, engines, and countless sounds are mixed together, making one's scalp numb.

"Are you ready?" Xing Conglian asked him.

Before Lin Chen could react, he was grabbed and rushed towards the traffic.

As soon as the hem of his clothes passed the headlights, he backed up and bumped into the rear of the car again. However, Xing Conglian was so powerful that it was impossible to break free, and he could only be dragged forward unconsciously.

My shoulders hurt, but I ran without stopping. Every step was like stepping to death. I just passed through this traffic flow one second before, and another car ran over me the next second.The roar in the ear is enough to tear the eardrum.The sound of the wind was piercing, and there seemed to be big hands in the air, pushing them into the abyss.

Jumping over the isolation belt, Lin Chen almost fell headlong into the row of small pine trees.

Xing Conglian stood on the bicycle path panting heavily, still holding his hand tightly.

Behind the two, many drivers kept honking their horns. The closest to them was an Audi. The driver lowered the window and cursed.

"Honey, how do you feel?" Xing Conglian smiled badly, as if he didn't have any fear.

Lin Chen withdrew his hand, looked up at Xing Conglian: "Now, I finally believe in one thing..."

"what's up?"

"You really have exotic blood."

As a descendant of a fighting race, Xing Conglian was of course rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but even though he was very careful, Lin Chen was inevitably injured, his left leg was bruised, his waist was bruised, and he was a little unstable on the road.

When the two returned to school, Yu Yanqing's body had already been taken away, and Fu Hao was also called to come.

Knowing that Xing Conglian took Lin Chen to seek death, Professor Fu took three steps in parallel, jumped up, and slapped Captain Xing severely.

Captain Xing was stunned by the pumping. After Professor Fu beat him, he ignored him. Instead, he took Lin Chen's hand and looked up and down carefully. His words and actions were the same as mother-in-law: "Brother, stay away from this kind of person from now on... ..."

"He doesn't want to die, but you can't die anymore..."

"Should I go to the hospital first? You should stay with me at night. In case the wound becomes inflamed, I can take care of you..."

"Are you living in the school dormitory?" Xing Conglian heard this and simply exposed Professor Fu as a proletarian.

"Single dormitory!"

"But your senior brother is going to move, and your small dormitory can't fit your senior brother's big sand table."

Fu Hao is a simple person, and he didn't realize the problem. Instead, he yelled at Xing Conglian: "Your room is too small!"

Xing Conglian smiled: "But my family has many houses."

"Where's your house?"

"Yanjiaxiang."

As a high-level intellectual, Professor Fu dislikes such pure copper-smell dialogues very much.However, cultural people still can't beat hooligans, because captain Xing is the only car owner.

When Xing Conglian parked the big jeep at the entrance of Yanjia Lane, the matter was a foregone conclusion.

In front of you are the old streets and houses with white walls and black tiles beside the streets. Captain Xing in the driver's seat said to Lin Chen: "Choose, where do you want to live?"

In the back seat, Fu Hao was drinking water. He held the mineral water bottle and shook slightly, trying not to spill the water.

"You make it sound like you bought the whole street?" he mocked.

"I think it's good here, so I bought it." Xing Conglian said casually, so confident that he had nothing to say.

While he was carrying his luggage in the trunk, Fu Hao quickly grabbed Lin Chen and whispered, "Senior brother, let me tell you, a man is the best face, you are upright, but don't let Captain Xing go."

Lin Chen nodded solemnly, expressing his understanding.

Sure enough, although he seemed to have bought Yanjiaxiang during his speech, in fact, Xing Conglian moved all of Lin Chen's luggage back to his old house at No. [-] Yanjiaxiang.

The reason is also very appropriate: "The other houses have never been cleaned, and it is convenient to discuss the case if we live together."

Lin Chen and Fu Hao looked at each other and nodded to express their understanding.

It was already dark, and there was no good lighting in the old house. Xing Conglian set up a lamp on the Eight Immortals table, and brought out three bowls of braised beef noodles.

Fu Hao had nothing to say, so he could only suck the noodles casually.

Xing Conglian also dug out the ham sausage from the drawer and shared one with each of them, very generously.

Lin Chen tore open the plastic packaging and took a bite without hesitation.

Fu Hao finally couldn't bear it anymore, he slammed the table, and the plastic fork in his hand shattered into slag: "Old Xing, do you know that we watched the murder scene today, how bloody and cruel it is, and eating braised beef noodles Forget it, what happened to the ham sausage???"

"Professor Fu, don't be disgusted. It's not a corpse case, and ham sausage is nothing..." Xing Conglian comforted him.

Fu Hao finally lost his appetite.

It rained again, and for a while, there was only the crisp sound of rain hitting tiles in the old house.

Fu Hao propped his head up, looked at Lin Chen's side face seriously drinking soup, and suddenly said: "Senior brother, I have never understood why Yu Yanqing, since she has a crush on you and wrote so many letters to you, suddenly committed suicide ?” He sniffed, “Why didn’t she kill you before committing suicide.”

"What did you say?" Lin Chen suddenly put down the bowl and looked at Fu Hao seriously.

Professor Fu didn't know that he said the wrong sentence for a moment, he blinked, and repeated carefully: "I said, why didn't he kill you, and then commit suicide..."

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian and said, "There is a problem here."

Xing Conglian nodded, thinking that of course I know there is a problem here.

But under Lin Chen's scorching gaze, he only choked out one word: "Huh?"

"If the cases are committed by the same person, no matter how chaotic they are, there must be internal order. I have never understood where the internal order of these cases is." Lin Chen paused, and said to Xing Conglian: "Please find me a branch." Bring the pen." He said to Xing Conglian.

The pen and paper were brought quickly, Lin Chen pushed away the instant noodle bowl, and said to Hao Hao, "You repeat the case process."

Fu Hao blurted out: "First, it was the hospital mortuary who found that the dead patient was fully dressed. Then, the corpse of the old man appeared in the shop on the street. Then, the young man in the small park fell from the ring. Finally, Yu Yanqing committed suicide ..."

Fu Hao said while Lin Chen wrote, and finally, several key words appeared on the paper.

dead body → presentation of dead body → murder → suicide

These keywords are connected by arrows to form a circle.

Looking at the words written by Lin Chen, Xing Conglian also felt that he seemed to have touched the core of the whole matter, but it seemed that the most critical link was missing.