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Chapter 11
Chapter 11 One Sand 11 Try
I don't know who said that the most reasonable is the most unreasonable.
Yu Yanqing appeared outside the three crime scenes. She killed people, wrote a suicide note, and then committed suicide. In the room where she committed suicide, she found evidence that could prove that she was the murderer.
This is the most reasonable ring.
It's unreasonable because it's perfect.
"But the problem is, you have no evidence." Xing Conglian said.
You have no evidence to say that Yu Yanqing was extremely afraid of death, so she did not dare to commit suicide because she was already dead.
"I really have no evidence, I'm even convinced that she committed suicide." Lin Chen folded the letter in his hand: "I just want to know how she overcomes her instinct and cuts her throat with a knife. Lin Chen was silent for a moment, as if looking for the right sentence, "People are always afraid of death, whether it is psychological or physiological, human beings have extremely complex self-protection mechanisms. Then, breaking through human nature and obstacles is never easy. Unless there is a strong motivation behind it.”
"It's not easy to want to die?" Xing Conglian wondered, "But when you said that, I suddenly thought... The forensic doctor said just now that there is something wrong with the wound on Yu Yanqing's body."
"what?"
"She has different shades, old and new. She should have started self-mutilation very early. She made small wounds in some non-dangerous places first, and then the wounds slowly expanded to the wrist, chest and neck..." Xing Cong paused, "Finally, she cut her throat with a knife, but at that time, she did not die immediately, she still struggled 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.
The room fell into an unbearable silence, the sky was about to get dark again, and finally, Xing Conglian couldn't help but speak again.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
Lin Chen began to pack up the letter paper on the ground, and stuffed all the letters back into the envelope: "This shows that she is determined to die, with a serious attitude and firm will that are rarely seen."
Lin Chen's answer was very straightforward and straightforward. Anyone who has seen the scene will come to this conclusion.
Many people commit suicide because life is too painful to live without love, while Yu Yanqing seems to be simply in love with death.
If she just lay down under the corpse and kills because of the feeling of dying, it seems, it can make sense.
But all the problems will still return to the last three words.
Why?
Lin Chen wiped his face, he really couldn't understand this question.
"You said, what does it feel like when someone dies?" Lin Chen took a deep breath and asked Xing Conglian.
"Don't you know if you try?" Xing Conglian smiled slyly.
———
Since ancient times, people have always been secretive about death.
It is too dangerous and terrifying, it represents the end of life, but occasionally, it also exudes a charming color, tempting to approach.
Xing Conglian and Lin Chen stood on the side of the road at the beginning of Hua Deng.
At this time, the wind was not strong, and in the drizzle, the street lights had a blurred halo.
Just in time for the rush hour, the intersections are full of traffic, the vehicles are wrapped in rainwater, whizzing past, the human voice, the horn, the engine sound, and countless sounds mixed together, making the scalp numb.
"Are you ready?" Xing Conglian asked.
Before Lin Chen could react, he was grabbed and rushed towards the traffic.
The corner of his clothes had just crossed the headlights, and when he stepped back, he ran into the rear of the car again, but the gang was so strong that it was impossible to break free, so he could only be dragged and rushed forward unconsciously.
My shoulders hurt, but didn't stop running. Every step was like stepping on death. just passed through this traffic flow one second before, and another car ran over it the next second. The roar in the ear was enough to tear the eardrums. The sound of the wind was loud, and there seemed to be big hands in the air, pushing them into the abyss.
Jumping over the isolation belt, Lin Chen almost fell into the row of small pine trees.
Xing Conglian stood on the bicycle path, gasping for breath, and held Lin Chen's hand tightly.
Behind the two, many drivers kept honking their horns. The closest to the two was an Audi. The driver lowered the window and cursed.
"Baby, how do you feel?" Xing Conglian laughed badly, as if he had no fear.
Lin Chen withdrew his hand and looked up at Xing Conglian: "Now, I finally believe in one thing..."
"What's up?"
"You really have exotic blood."
———
As a descendant of the 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, a large piece of green was left on his waist, and the road was a little unsteady.
When the two returned to school, Yu Yanqing's body had been transported away, and Fu Hao was also summoned.
Knowing that Xing Conglian actually brought Lin Chen to death, Professor Fu made three steps and two steps, jumped up, and hit Captain Xing heavily.
Captain Xing was stunned. After Professor Fu beat the man, he ignored him. Instead, he took Lin Chen's hand and checked it up and down. The words and actions were the same as the mother-in-law: "Senior brother, stay away from this kind of person in the future... …”
"He doesn't want to die, you can't give up anymore..."
"Do you want to go to the hospital first? You should stay at my place at night. If the wound becomes inflamed, I can still take care of you..."
"You live in the school dormitory, right?" Xing Conglian quickly exposed the proletarian Professor Fu when he heard this.
"Single dormitory!"
"But your brother is going to move, and your small dormitory can't hold your brother's big sand table."
Fu Hao was a simple person and didn't realize the problem. Instead, he rushed to punish Cong Lian and shouted, "Your house is also very small!"
Xing Conglian smiled: "But my family has a lot of houses."
"Where's your house?"
"Yan's Lane."
As a high-level intellectual, Professor Fu is very disgusted with this kind of pure copper-smelling dialogue. It's just that the literati still can't beat the rogue, because Captain Xing is the only car owner. Xing Conglian parked the big jeep at the entrance of Yanjia Lane, and the matter was a foregone conclusion.
In front of them are the ancient streets and houses with white walls and black tiles beside the streets. The captain of the punishment in the driver's seat waved his hand and 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 trembled slightly, trying not to spill the water.
"You seem to have bought this street?" Professor Fu mocked.
"I thought this place was good, so I bought it." Xing Conglian said casually, very confident and speechless.
Taking advantage of Captain Xing's trip to the trunk to carry his luggage, Fu Hao quickly grabbed Lin Chen and whispered, "Senior brother, let me tell you, it's best for a man to have the best face. You are upright, but don't expose Captain Xing."
Lin Chen nodded solemnly to express his understanding.
In the end, Xing Conglian still moved all Lin Chen's luggage back to his old house at No. 6 Yanjia Lane.
The reason is also very appropriate: "The other houses have not been cleaned, and it is convenient to discuss the case when living together."
Lin Chen and Fu Hao looked at each other and nodded.
It was already dark, and there was no good lighting in the old house. Xing Conglian set up a lamp on the table of the Eight Immortals and brought out three bowls of braised beef noodles.
Professor Fu has nothing to say and can only appoint the ground to suck the noodles.
Xing Conglian also pulled out the ham sausage from the drawer, and divided one for each person, very generous.
Lin Chen tore open the plastic package and took a bite without disdain.
Fu Hao finally couldn't bear it anymore, he slammed the table sharply, the plastic fork in his hand smashed into slag: "Old Xing, do you know how bloody and cruel we were when we watched the murder scene today, eating braised beef noodles is also a good thing. Forget it, what's going on with the ham?"
"Professor Fu, don't dislike it, it's not a corpse case, and ham sausage is nothing..." Xing Conglian comforted.
Fu Hao finally lost his appetite.
The rain started falling again, and for a while, only the crisp sound of rain hitting tiles remained in the old house.
Fu Hao propped his head up, looked at Lin Chen's profile drinking the soup seriously, and suddenly said, "Senior brother, I have never understood, since Yu Yanqing has a crush on you, he wrote so many letters to you, but suddenly committed suicide. ?" He sniffed, "Why didn't she kill you and then kill herself."
"What did you say?" Lin Chen suddenly put down the bowl and looked at Fu Hao seriously.
Professor Fu didn't know what he said wrong for a while, he blinked, carefully, and repeated: "I said, why didn't he kill you, and then kill himself..."
Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian and said, "There is a problem here."
Xing Conglian nodded, thinking of course I knew there was a problem here.
But under Lin Chen's glowing eyes, he only choked out one word: "Ah?"
"If it is a case committed by the same person, no matter how chaotic it is, there must be an internal order. I have never understood where the internal order of these cases is." Lin Chen paused, and said to Xing Conglian, "Please find a support for me. Write." He said to Xing Conglian.
The pen and paper were quickly brought, Lin Chen pushed open the instant noodle bowl, and said to Hao, "You repeat the case process."
Fu Hao blurted out: "First, the deceased patient was found in the hospital mortuary dressed neatly. Then, the body 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 keywords appeared on the paper.
corpse → presenting a corpse → murder → suicide
These keywords are connected by arrows to form a circle.
Looking at the words written by Lin Chen, Fu Hao also felt that he had touched the core of the whole thing, but it seemed that the most crucial part was missing.