Criminal Psychology

Chapter 264 Dear

The Hongjing City Library has not undergone reconstruction, and still retains the style of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, with green trees and lush flowers and trees.

In the early years, thanks to the help of some social philanthropists, the collection of books here is even more abundant, no less than that of some provincial libraries or famous university libraries, especially the periodical section, which has reached a very surprising number.

Lin Chen walked into the library holding his hand, released it at the front desk, and casually introduced to him the situation of Hongjing Library and why he came here to look for periodicals.

Xing Conglian was stunned, always feeling that this matter sounds familiar.

Lin Chen quickly noticed it, glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and then took half a step back, as if you were familiar with it.

Xing Conglian was also very helpless, and stepped forward to show his police officer ID, and they were quickly taken to the periodical library on the top floor.

The moment the door opened, the unique heavy aura of Juanzhu rushed over.

The chandelier lights up sequentially from end to end, but it can't fully illuminate the huge bookshelf group that can't be seen at a glance.Even though it was the end of summer, Xing Conglian couldn't help shivering from the temperature here.

But Lin Chen walked through the bookshelves like a fish in water like a normal person, and soon, he stopped in front of the two rows of bookshelves belonging to the category of psychology.

Xing Conglian followed his gaze and looked up until the very top.

Every floor of the giant iron frame is filled with collections of literature, in different shades of color, some new and some old. Obviously relying on the strength of the two of them alone, finding "30:1103-1126" from here is equivalent to the Arabian Nights.

So he asked Lin Chen if he needed to find someone, but received a negative answer.

Consultant Lin put his hands in his pockets and kept his head up for a long time, his side face blurred under the huge shadow of the bookshelf.He seemed to be in an abyss of contemplation, but at a certain moment he was extremely sober, which made Xing Conglian feel as if he was competing with an invisible opponent. Although they had never seen each other, the shadow did exist.

At this time, Lin Chen finally spoke: "If this string of numbers really represents the literature in a certain academic journal, then 30 represents the issue number or volume number of a certain year of a certain publication, and 1103-1126 generally represents the corresponding page number..."

Xing Conglian looked up in shock, and couldn't help but take a half step back, "Are we going to read every book here? This is too much."

Lin Chen glanced at him, and Xing Conglian saw helplessness in his eyes again.

"I don't read much, but you can't let me go!" He quickly parsed out the meaning in his eyes and replied.

However, Lin Chen turned around and left him with a back view.

Xing Conglian's eyes widened. Just as he was about to speak, he realized that Lin Chen's target was a few computers next to the bookshelf at the innermost side of the library.

Those computers are probably the oldest models that can be seen in the city, with heavy monitors and balls used in the mouse. It is estimated that the post-00s have never seen such a big guy in these years.

But Lin Chen knew the way very well. He tapped every keyboard and found that none of the screens were on, so he bent down to plug in the power to one of the computers, and then waited a little slowly for the even slower computer to turn on.

Xing Conglian walked over and asked, "Why don't you let the dynasty do this?"

"Because it's very simple, so I don't need him." Lin Chen replied.

They waited for a while before the computer turned on.

Lin Chen opened a certain academic search software, entered this string of numbers at will, and sorted the documents by the number of citations.

The computer screen was very dark, it looked as if it was going to be powered off, and then the page slowly unfolded.

Xing Conglian stood beside Lin Chen, looking down.

The screen is full of paper titles, 30:1103-1126 is marked in red, and most of these numbers appear in the references. It seems that there is no problem with the direction Lin Chen chose.

Mortality associated with influenza and respiratory syncytial virus in the United States.

……

Communication system having unified messaging

The papers covered various fields, but Lin Chen's hand speed was very stable. He just kept pulling and pulling down the page. During this period, Xing Conglian saw two literatures related to psychology and wanted to stop Lin Chen, but when he saw When looking at Lin Chen, he found that Lin Chen's eyes were calm and peaceful, and he glanced over the two documents without hesitation, as if he had a clear goal and was just looking for what he was looking for.

And precisely because Lin Chen's direction and purpose are extremely clear, Xing Conglian has a bad feeling. Lin Chen is too familiar with this process, as if he has experienced it before.

The library was extremely quiet, only the desktop computer whizzed, and he seemed to see Lin Chen enter another space, which made him want to interrupt the process and fish Lin Chen out of it.

"How are you sure that this article about economics is not what we are looking for?" He pointed to an article and asked Lin Chen.

"Because there is no connector between keywords 1103 and 1126." Lin Chen replied.

"What are you looking for? Can I help? And is it possible that the articles you are looking for are not English documents, such as French, Russian, Chinese or something..."

"No." Lin Chen interrupted him, and the hand that dragged the mouse stopped immediately.

"why?"

"Because English is the most common language in the world." Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian really wanted to ask what about the most common language, but Lin Chen had already clicked on one of the articles, and almost said to himself: "I found it."

—— "On the conflicts between biological and socialevolution and between psychology and moral tradition"

The author is Doland T. Campbell, and it was published in American Psychologist. Xing Conglian noticed that this document was published in 1975.

In 1975, it was also slightly archaic.

"Is it this?" He asked a little uncertainly.

But Lin Chen had already taken out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, copied a string of numbers in his palm, then turned off the computer, turned back to the iron bookshelf, and began to search for the labels of thousands of bound volumes.

Xing Conglian couldn't keep up with his sudden rhythm. The huge library was terribly empty, and he had to keep filling it with his voice: "Can't you just download it directly? Do you want to go back and find the original text?"

Lin Chen didn't answer him, but just moved his eyes mechanically, scanning row after row of new or old books and periodicals, and finally stopped somewhere.

"Is it here? Are you looking for 1975?" Xing Conglian asked.

But Lin Chen stood stiffly on the spot. He spread his palms, lowered his eyes to look at the number, and then raised his head, but suddenly stopped.

The bad premonition in Xing Conglian's heart was even stronger. He noticed that the ballpoint pen writing in Lin Chen's palm was even wet with sweat.

Following Lin Chen's gaze upward, Xing Conglian looked at the row of "American Psychologist" again, 1973, 1974, 1976, 1977...

1974, 1976...

He finally realized why Lin Chen was tense all over. In this row of periodicals, there was no 1975 collection.

Maybe it was taken away in advance, or there may be other reasons for disappearing, but no matter what, this disappeared journal is obviously related to the person who specially sent a text message to lure them here.

And this volume of 1975, which was missing, even answered his question just now - why can't I just download the original text?

Xing Cong patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, and the latter trembled violently, finally clenched his fists and said, "Xing Conglian, put on your gloves, and take down these volumes."

As Lin Chen said, he stepped on his feet very clearly, and used his fingertips to swipe through several volumes around 1975.

Xing Conglian didn't know what he was going to do, but he found a ladder leaning in the corner, stepped on it, and took down the books.

The moment he opened the heavy journal, he knew why Lin Chen asked him to do this, and this was an extremely accurate judgment.

Behind the four periodicals he took out lay the missing 1975 bound volume.

Under the light, the dust floated, and the palm-thick collection lay quietly flat in the space behind the book. Xing Conglian didn't make any movements for a while, until Lin Chen's voice woke him up.

"Have you found it?" Lin Chen asked.

Xing Conglian lowered his head, and Lin Chen looked up at him from below, with unease in his eyes.

"In the back," he said.

Lin Chen's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xing Conglian put the four periodicals back to their original positions, climbed down the ladder, nodded to Lin Chen, then looked at the desk by the window, and signaled Lin Chen to go there explain.

Lin Chen slowly dragged the armchair away, dressed thinly, and sat down slowly like an old man who was dying, the summer sun outside the window could not warm him up.

"Can you tell me what we'll find here?"

Pressing down on the book with his gloved hand, Xing Cong asked repeatedly.

"I don't know." Lin Chen replied.

"But you know to come here, you know that a simple online literature search won't work, you know how to find the exact article in the vast literature database with a few numbers, and you even know where this 'missing' periodical is hidden, I think , you should know what you are looking for here." Xing Conglian asked very calmly.

"Maybe I will find a word." Lin Chen only answered.

"What word?"

"BLINDARBITERS."

"What does this word mean?"

"BLINDARBITERS, can be translated as 'blind arbitrators'." Lin Chen paused, but it was not hesitation, but a very natural reaction in a long memory, "It has nothing to do with sports or politics. In the book on the study of human morality and human evolution. It probably means that the natural environment has no intention when screening species, and the work done by nature is completely mechanical, so the role played by nature is more like a blind arbitrator."

"I don't understand." Xing Conglian replied very directly.

"Because nature is blind, it is not a very rigorous, prudent, and careful subject as humans thought in the early days. It is impossible for us to find any sense of fairness and spiritual comfort in blind nature, and this will also have a consequence..."

Lin Chen looked over with deep eyes. This is obviously a very boring and rigid academic topic, but Xing Conglian couldn't help but shudder.

"What consequences."

"Then, both the formation of nature and the formation of human society are just a terrible accident. The world has no ultimate goal, no so-called order and reason, and of course, there is no so-called goodness created by us humans." and evil."

Lin Chen stopped narrating.

Xing Cong even thought of the moral tradition at the end of the title of the thesis, and naturally thought of the choice Lin Chen had made. Such an association was illogical, but he didn't ask any more, but chose to open the journal in front of him and turn to page 1103.

The white paper reflected the dazzling sunlight, and every English character appeared in different shades. In front of him was a field he had never touched, which belonged to Lin Chen.

Xing Conglian's eyes quickly scanned the page, and stopped soon, because he saw someone wrote a sentence in tiny pencil characters in the gap of the book.

The handwriting is gentle, the tone is like a whisper, but it makes people fall into the abyss.

—Darling, have you made a choice?

someone asked.