Chapter 13 One Sand 13 Questions

From easy to difficult, repeated many times...

This is the learning method that human beings have mastered in the evolution of nearly 10,000 years. Then, learning to overcome is also learning.

"What, you mean, Yu Yanqing did so much to overcome the fear of death?"

Fu Hao came early, and before he put down the hot milk and bread, he heard an important spoiler from Xing Conglian.

"Have you heard of system desensitization?" Captain Xing crossed Erlang's legs, very proud.

Fu Hao hurriedly put down the plastic bag, got close to Lin Chen, and asked, "System desensitization?"

Xing Conglian was completely ignored, but he was not angry. Instead, he rushed to explain to Fu Hao: "Yeah, Yu Yanqing should be using the method of systematic desensitization to ease his fear of death..."

"Shut up." Fu Hao stopped the sentence and asked Lin Chen, "Senior brother, what's going on?"

"All the intentions of this case are closely related to death, and show a growing sense of fear. This is the conclusion we reached earlier." Lin Chen coughed lightly, he said, it is not as good as Xing Cong Lian was so relaxed: "But we have been missing a clue that connects everything, and it was Xiao Pang who gave us this important hint." He said, looking at the children sitting on the bench playing with their fingers, "From the criminal The process inferred that Yu Yanqing may have used the method of systematic desensitization to let herself overcome the fear of death. The whole process should be divided into four steps: first, she approached the corpse, imagined that she was dead, and slowly did relaxation training to adapt to the The distance between the corpses, therefore, there are traces of being slept under the bed in the hospital mortuary, and dressing the corpse neatly also shows respect for death." Lin Chen paused, as if thinking: "Then watch the cruelty together. At the murder scene, observe other people's reactions to death; kill another person with your own hands, watch him die at your hands, adapt to this process of life disappearing, the reason why young people who exercise are killed."

Fu Hao only felt that the more he listened, the colder he became. His lips trembled slightly, and he asked softly, "Finally, is it suicide?"

"It's suicide."

Fu Hao sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling his teeth and cheeks are cold.

"So, we closed the case?" he asked tremblingly.

Yu Yanqing killed someone, left a suicide note, committed suicide, so perfect,

Lin Chen sat on the hard and cold wooden bench, put half-cold water on his fingers, tapped the wall of the cup intentionally or unintentionally, as if he didn't hear Fu Hao's question.

"It seems that it is not impossible to write a case closing report." Xing Conglian rubbed his fluffy beard with his palm, paused, and said, "But I always feel that something is missing."

It's like a terrifying fog, you have worked hard to walk through the fog, and in the end, you just touched a high wall.

Up and down towering, towering.

want to say that this is also possible, but it seems that it is not enough.

"I want to take another look at Yu Yanqing's information." Lin Chen stopped tapping the wall of the cup and said lightly.

About half an hour later, a young, chatty technician stood by the door with his notebook in his arms.

He put on a black peaked cap with water dripping from the brim, and his eyes were sparkling. When he saw Xing Conglian, his tone was very sad: "Typhoon God, the car is so hard to hit."

Xing Conglian bit his cigarette and motioned him to sit down and work quickly.

So Dynasty chose a position close to Lin Chen, and while turning on the phone, he said, "Mr. Lin, do you want to play lol or not, I'll teach you whether it's good or not."

Xing Conglian slapped him with a backhand: "Speed, where is Yu Yanqing's information?"

"Let me tell you, you are really overkill." Wang Chao's fingers twitched rapidly on the keyboard, and after a while, a detailed personal information was revealed: "It's the same for Xiaolongbao to do these things." He After calling out the data, he shoved the mouse into Lin Chen's hand and leaned back on the chair.

Yu Yanqing's life has been organized in great detail, from where she lived when she was a child, which primary school she attended, to the recent medical insurance card records.

Lin Chen watched very quickly. From start to finish, it took less than five minutes.

The moment he released the mouse, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Xing Conglian leaned over and asked, "Have you read it?"

"finish watching."

"What's the problem?"

"No problem."

Yu Yanqing is a very ordinary girl.

She was born in a small border town. After completing nine years of compulsory education, she went out to work. She worked as a waiter and a female factory worker. Later, she joined the "Haojia" labor service company and worked as a gardener in the city's third primary school to maintain greenery. In order to make money, she spent weekends Works as a part-time cleaner in the hospital. Her resume is simple and clean. She is no different from thousands of girls her age. The only difference is that at a very beautiful age, she chose to use the most cruel way to end her own and others' lives. .

Then, in this very short period of time, there must be some powerful event that pushed her away from the flat trajectory that should have belonged to her.

However, he did not see such a thing.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Chen finally said again: "Her parents are still alive?"

"Yes." Dynasty nodded.

"All the old people in the family died when she was very young?"

"yes."

"That's weird."

Yu Yanqing's experience is simple, and she has both parents. What has she experienced to become so obsessed with death?

"Is it possible, what happened to the little girl in the hospital?"

Xing Conglian asked in a low voice, mysterious and unusual.

———

The hospital was the beginning of the incident.

Lin Chen got out of the car, and an ambulance stopped beside him.

The car door opened, and the medical staff carried a stretcher out of the car. There was a hospital bed waiting outside the car door. It was an old man who was over old. Behind the old man was a pair of children, all crying and swollen. Lin Chen passed them by, listening to To them they ran and called their mother.

Xing Conglian pushed open the door, and Lin Chen was still looking back at the middle-aged brother and sister.

"how?"

"In fact, each of us has experienced this kind of moment. However, when normal people face the departure of their loved ones, they will feel sad, sad and painful, but they do not have a sense of fear of death."

Xing Conglian rubbed his beard and put his hand on the glass door.

After a while, Lin Chen raised his head, his expression quickly condensed: "The first time I received a letter was on July 13th, and then I received one every other week. The first time a neatly dressed male corpse appeared in the hospital, it was On September 7th." He looked at Xing Conglian and said, "During this period of time, how many patients have passed away in the municipal hospital, which of them died on the floor where Yanqing was responsible for cleaning, and Yu Yanqing was here. During this period, who has been in close contact with, please check all these."

Xing Conglian nodded and was about to go to the security department to inquire, but he just took two steps when he heard Lin Chen say behind him: "The date of death should be Wednesday, the patient may live on the seventh floor or in the seventh building. ."

"why?"

Xing Conglian felt like an idiot as soon as he asked the exit. July 13th and September 7th were both Wednesdays, and a letter was sent every other week. Even the time interval between the appearance of neatly dressed corpses in the hospital was exactly 7 days.

They used to think that this might just be the pattern of murderers committing crimes, but now it seems that there may be a deeper reason.

After Xing Conglian left, Fu Hao Chao stood next to Lin Chen. He changed his appearance as a small follower, and looked solemn: "Senior brother, do you have any idea in your heart? Is this a simple murder case, or..."

He hesitated, but Lin Chen didn't answer. Instead, he raised his head, looked at the white walls of the hospital, followed the glass windows and climbed to a very high floor.

"Go to 7 to see." He said.

Fu Hao sighed deeply. Of course, he knew how strict his senior brother was, but anything Lin Chen didn't want to say must be a secret before he opened his mouth to mention it.

The elevator quickly climbed up to the top floor, and the moment the elevator door opened again, three red letters "Oncology" came into view.

At that moment, even Fu Hao suddenly wanted to understand a lot of things.

Lin Chen coughed twice, and finally got out of the elevator with Fu Hao.

The oncology ward was unusually quiet, and occasionally there were elderly people walking around slowly, leaning on the railings.

At this moment, a nurse walked by with an old man escorting him. Lin Chen remembered that it was the nurse who was lying in the hospital corridor a few days ago, so he walked up and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Hello, I would like to ask, do you know Yu Yanqing?" His question was straight to the point.

The other party nodded and said in a disdainful tone, "What happened to her?"

"She's dead."

The man opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Suicide," he continued.

"I didn't doubt what you meant, I just wanted to know, did Yu Yanqing know any man in the hospital?"

The nurse's face changed greatly, but he didn't dare to speak.

"Not me! I didn't kill her!"

"I know it's not you." Lin Chen's voice calmed down, as if to ease the other party's anxiety and tension, "I didn't mean to inquire about the relationship between you and Yu Yanqing, it's your privacy." He whispered softly Saying that, the sand table model set by the murderer appeared in his mind, "I want to ask you to recall whether you have ever seen such a mother and son. There are only two people in this family. The son is about 35-40 years old, and the mother is about 35-40 years old. 65 years old. The mother is strict with her son. You used to think that this old lady is so powerful at her age, it is disgusting. "

The interpretation of the sand table itself is a kind of arbitrary imagination. Lin Chen connected with what he felt when he visited the death scene many times. It was a strong confrontation between the external order and the internal chaos, and it was lost, lonely and helpless. My son, I think you will be impressed. He is so obedient to his mother that you may think that he is like a child who has not been weaned." Lin Chen changed his tone and spoke more slowly, "However, he is very Gentlemen, very well behaved, even, very charming."

The nurse suddenly looked up, as if remembering something.

"who is it?"

"The son of a patient who used to live in bed number 3 in District 7, Yan Qing cleans that area."

"What's wrong with that patient?"

"Stomach cancer is particularly torturing." The nurse did not shy away at all.

"That patient... committed suicide?"

The nurse was surprised, but nodded anyway.