Chapter 10 One Sand 10 Letters

Xing Conglian had messy hair and unshaven beard. Because he was out in plainclothes today, he was still wearing a white T that had been soaked in mud and water, and paired with beach pants and flip-flops, which made him look very poor.

Therefore, even if he showed his police certificate, in the eyes of the principal of No. 3 Primary School, he was just a small police officer.

He was, indeed, just a little policeman.

"This police officer, the internal affairs of our school seem to have nothing to do with you, right?" The principal held his stomach and looked at the police officer coming from a distance.

"of course."

Xing Conglian walked very slowly. When he walked to Lin Chen's side, he just took out a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Then why don't you investigate the case at the scene?"

Although Xing Conglian had the expression that Lao Tzu loves to go, it's none of your business, he still answered very seriously: "I'll collect evidence." , and put it back into the cigarette case.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I just heard the principal that you seem to be dissatisfied with our police investigation, so come and ask."

Xing Conglian and Lin Chen were very close. He was tall and looked like a big brother who wanted to vent his anger for his younger brother.

"Sorry, police officer, I just thought you were going to intervene in the dismissal of employees in our school." The principal spoke strangely, he pointed at Lin Chen, and said, "This dormitory manager is a temporary worker, but I will also pay enough severance pay, so I really don't have to bother you."

Xing Conglian did not speak, because he was thinking about a very serious issue.

As a police officer, he has too many ways to embarrass the school and easily keep Lin Chen's job.

In fact, before coming here, he also thought about many, many ways to stand up for Lin Chen, but when Lin Chen really got into trouble, he suddenly realized that he was a policeman.

Because he is a police officer, he can't use any of the methods he thinks of.

This fact is very depressing.

Xing Conglian thought about it for a long time, and finally, he glanced to the right in annoyance, and said to Lin Chen, "I really can't interfere."

Lin Chen seemed to understand Xing Conglian's mood very well, nodded, and seemed relieved: "I understand."

"Then let's pack up?"

"it is good."

The conversation was very simple, so simple that the three men in suits at the door felt embarrassed.

Then, Xing Conglian did something that made the three present even more embarrassed.

He raised his palm, fanned to one side, and said to the three: "Then, please, please?"

Chen Ping didn't move, he kept watching Xing Conglian.

According to the news from others, there was indeed a policeman beside Lin Chen, and that was the captain of the Hongjing Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Lin Chen was always picky about choosing his friends, so Chen Ping was watching Xing Conglian very seriously. From his lazy clothes, he saw his unshaven face. The only thing that attracted Chen Ping's attention were those eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful, cunning and intelligent. The key point is that those eyes are very clean.

How can describe this cleanliness?

For example, Lin Chen's eyes are also very clean, like the snow on the cliff or the water turned from snow, so clear and cold that you sometimes don't even dare to look at him; then the police officer's eyes are broad and deep, and they are just right. Because of this, after it is very clean, another three words must be added, which cannot be seen through.

Although he can't see it through, as the steward of the top rich family, Chen Ping recognized a truth.

In the face of money, no matter how hard the bones are, they will be smashed soft.

So Chen Ping took out the business card holder, opened and closed the gorgeous metal box, took out a business card, and called out, "Captain Xing."

At this time, Xing Conglian had already squeezed Lin Chen into the house, and when he heard someone calling him from behind, he didn't look back, but asked Lin Chen, "Is it not good if I don't answer?"

"Looks like it's really not good."

"Damn the regulations." Xing Conglian muttered, turned his head, forced a smile on his face, and asked, "Sir, may I help you?"

"I'm the housekeeper of the Chen family. I've heard the name of Captain Xing for a long time. I want to discuss something with you. This is my business card."

Chen Ping handed out the dark gold embossed paper and held it in the air.

The other side never picked up.

Xing Conglian stroked his beard and asked Lin Chen, "Is he offering a bribe to me?"

"You speak too loudly."

"Of course I have to be louder, otherwise what should I do if others misunderstand me?" Xing Conglian said very distressed: "We grassroots civil servants are most afraid of this kind of trouble, you know?"

Xing Conglian looked like I was very clean.

Lin Chen continued to nod, expressing understanding, he walked to the door, bowed slightly to the three people outside the door, and then no one thought that he closed the door casually.

"The trouble is solved." He said to Xing Conglian.

Xing Cong was stunned for a moment.

After a while, laughter broke out in the room, leaving three people outside the door, looking at each other in embarrassment.

...

This is Xing Conglian's second visit to Lin Chen's small dormitory, and of course, it should be the last time.

He climbed to the bottom of the bed, and under Lin Chen's instructions, took out a large cardboard box from under the simple wooden bed.

"You can come and live at my house, my place is quite big." Xing Conglian gently brushed off the thin ash on the box and gave Lin Chen a relaxed look.

"You didn't come to get the letter, what happened?"

Xing Conglian sighed, having a friend who knows people well, it's really troublesome.

"Two things."

"Um?"

"First, Yu Yanqing should have committed suicide. Second, we found some injections in the tool room just now."

"What injection?"

"Amphetamines."

"Stimulants?" Lin Chen frowned in difficulty: "Large doses of stimulants can indeed lead to insanity, and the fruit stall owner who went crazy before must have taken similar drugs, it can be said that Pass, but, very strange..."

"When you need some clues, what clues appear in front of you, of course it's very strange." Xing Cong sat on the ground and said nonchalantly.

When talking to smart people, it is true that occasionally there is a sense of consonance.

Lin Chen also sat down on the side, he didn't speak, but opened the cardboard box in front of him.

Xing Conglian also thought that he would see many letters in the box, but he never thought that he would see so many letters.

Those letters filled the entire cardboard box to the brim, and as soon as they were opened, a few even fell down.

Xing Conglian was stunned.

Lin Chen didn't care about him, but quickly sorted the letters in the box. He picked out some of the letters and put them on the ground, while others put them back in the box. Finally, he resealed the cardboard box, and there were more on the ground. There were more than ten neatly sealed letters.

His movements have an indescribable sense of flow from beginning to end.

"Those in it?" Xing Cong Lian Nunuzui asked tentatively.

"It's also a letter sent by someone else." Lin Chen

"Have you never seen it?"

"No."

"Who wrote you so many letters?" Xing Conglian said, always feeling that his tone was too gossip.

"Are we familiar?"

"It seems, I'm not very familiar with it." Xing Conglian said a little aggrieved.

"Then why should I tell you?"

Xing Conglian simply didn't know how to answer, remembering Professor Fu's dog-legged attitude when he first met Lin Chen, he had no choice but to draw a gourd, resting his chin on the box, and stared at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen really looked away again, and continued to add: "Similarly, I'm not familiar with these people who sent letters, why should I watch it?"

"It seems to make sense." Xing Conglian said.

The room was quiet, and there was no rain outside.

Lin Chen opened a letter and read it carefully. Similarly, Xing Conglian was also reading the letter.

Compared with Lin Chen, his reading speed was extremely fast. After a while, he finished reading the entire letter. He touched the goosebumps all over his body, and only felt a chill rise from his back.

"It's really scary." Pushing a few letters to Lin Chen: "These, the whole article is about how painful people are when they die." Then, he picked up another letter and shook the letter paper: "Who said, 'Give me a dozen babies and I can make them whatever you want'?"

Lin Chen put down the letter and looked at Xing Conglian: "That is the view of Watson, the founder of behaviorism in the psychological school."

"So, Yu Yanqing is still a psychology student?" Xing Conglian touched the brown beard on his chin and asked, "Then she put sand next to the corpse because there is a sand table in your room, and she went to study it specially. A sandbox game?"

Lin Chen lowered his eyes: "If she regards the whole thing as a huge sandbox game, then she is obviously presenting death and forcing us to face it, but at the same time, these actions also project..."

"Project what?"

"She is subconsciously and extremely afraid of death." Lin Chen said word by word.

Xing Conglian suddenly raised his head and suddenly thought of something key: "But the problem is!"

"If she is afraid of death, how dare she commit suicide?" Lin Chen said lightly.