Chapter 4 Yisha 04 Behaviour

Lin Chen thinks that he has clearly shown his attitude of refusing to have deep friendship with the police, but the bloodline thing is too strange. Not only did Xing Conglian not get angry, but after he said he wanted to take the bus home, the other party quickly locked it. Going to the car door, he said in a sincere tone: "It's so late, let Mr. Lin go home alone, my mother will definitely blame me."

He couldn't help but drive the car in the opposite direction of the city's experimental primary school.

Looking at the passing neon lights outside the window, Lin Chen always had the feeling of being kidnapped by the police.

When the car stopped again, they had reached one of the most famous food stalls in the city.

"I take the liberty to invite you to the police station to assist in the investigation today. I feel extremely guilty. Please promise me to treat you to a light meal." The police officer turned his head and said to him very sincerely.

Lin Chen opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless. No one could find a proper reason to refuse in a short period of time in the face of such sincere words.

Instead, Fu Hao patted the back of the chair and shouted, "Today, you took my senior brother's time for a day, and you only eat food stalls to make amends. Can you have some face for the old punishment?"

"What's wrong with the food stalls, crayfish now cost 6 yuan a piece." Xing Conglian said with a painful face, "The case is not solved, this month's bonus is gone, we must save some in advance."

The last time invited you to drink tea, this time invited you to dinner, but fortunately it was not a prison meal.

Although the typhoon is approaching, Hongjing's night market is still open.

Under the neon lights, the smoke was covered with a blurred light color.

Although the price of crayfish has skyrocketed recently, the captain of the criminal police still proudly ordered 6 pounds of hemp.

For a time, the white plastic table was filled with bright red spicy crayfish.

Surrounded by the lively sound of cups and cups, the owner of the food stall sprinkled a large amount of chili peppers in the oil pan, and choking white smoke drifted everywhere.

Fu Hao looked around and coughed again and again: "Anyway, you are a person with status, can you have some taste?"

Lin Chen raised his eyes and saw that Xing Cong was still fighting against the crayfish, very serious and focused.

Hearing Fu Hao's questioning, Xing Conglian just picked up the beer bottle, touched it lightly, and said solemnly: "Ma Xiao is the quintessence of the country, and then I will complain about Ma Xiao and you."

Lin Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, reached out and peeled a peanut, then picked up the disposable plastic cup and took a sip of beer.

From the perspective of Xing Conglian, Lin Chen doesn't seem to be that difficult.

He peeled the shrimp carefully and meticulously, and the posture of drinking beer was not at all pretentious. The street lights were dim, his eyes were clear and bright, and his lips became a little rosy because of the spicy crayfish.

"What do you think is going on?" Xing Conglian raised his glass, touched him lightly, and asked.

"I don't know." Lin Chen took a sip of wine and answered simply.

"It doesn't matter what's going on in the hospital, even if some neuropathy puts the dead person in a pose, this kind of case is not up to the standard for filing a case, but if you add the corpse of the vegetable market and the citizen who fell to her death just now, these things add up, but not so much. Simple, right?"

Lin Chen was stared at a bit too much.

After all, Xing Conglian's eyes are already good-looking, and the length of the eyelashes has a natural racial advantage. Because he raised his head, he could barely distinguish the profile of his face on his stubble-covered face.

I have to say that Xing Conglian is indeed very handsome.

Lin Chen looked away, Xing Conglian saw that he did not respond, and still persevered: "Then can you tell me, what kind of person would like to play with corpses?"

"Psychopath." Lin Chen replied naturally.

"Of course it's a pervert, can you still do this without being perverted?" Xing Conglian knocked on the table.

"The so-called psychopath means that people's behavior deviates from the norms recognized by society. You must trace the mechanism behind the behavior." Probably because the slight alcohol smell attacked the nerves, Lin Chen explained to Xing Conglian: "Cause this There are about three reasons for behavior. The first is ritual, which represents a certain appeal. The second is hallucination, which is caused by the disordered neuron activity in the brain." Lin Chen paused, as if considering the third possibility Sex, "the third, and most elusive, part of the crime itself."

"What do you mean by the criminal act itself?"

Lin Chen looked at Yuan Chu, the chef poured down the fine side dishes in the oil pan, and the aroma was roaring: "Maybe it's shredded potatoes, maybe it's green peppers, who knows what this dish is?"

His words were very obscure, but Xing Conglian seemed to have received some advice.

The police officer picked up his jacket and said, "Let's go, go to the hospital."

Fu Hao reacted faster, Xing Conglian still ran out two steps, he rushed up to hook Xing Conglian's neck, and shouted: "I want to escape the order again!"

"Pay the teacher to pay the teacher, I really have no money!"

"I clearly have the black credit card in your wallet, don't think I don't know, the gold card is the black card, you bastard!"

"That's a blacked out marker!" Xing Conglian said innocently.

Xing Conglian was forcefully dragged back to the wine table by Professor Fu, but when they returned to the table, Lin Chen was no longer around.

Fu Hao was going to find someone, but Xing Conglian held him down: "Old Fu, tell me honestly, who is that?"

"My senior brother!" Professor Fu replied as a matter of course.

In short, this question is basically asked the same as not asked.

Of course, Xing Conglian also wanted to ask in-depth questions such as: why you have already been rated as an associate professor, your brother is still working as a dormitory in elementary school, or why your brother is so arrogant, why he is still squeamish and does not provide clues to solve the case and so on. .

But he still didn't ask, after all, it's too gossip to ask the truth!

Under the coercion of Professor Fu, he finally paid the crayfish.

The weather at night is much worse than during the day.

The trees are shadowed, maybe a typhoon is approaching, the climate is changing very fast, there is moist water in the air, and the rain seems to be falling.

Lin Chen went back to school, greeted the doorman, moved the door and opened the door, and his cell phone rang.

There was an unfamiliar number on the screen, Lin Chen glanced at the caller address, and was a little hesitant to answer the phone.

For the first three seconds of the call, there was a few seconds of silence on both sides.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." Lin Chen leaned against the back wall of the guard's room, holding the phone in one hand.

"Lin Chen, you're still so restless." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and prolonged, so it sounded very cruel.

"If the person who reported to you is careful enough, they will definitely mention that I was taken to the police station in handcuffs to 'assist in the investigation', which shows that I did not volunteer, I hope you can understand."

"I heard that you are working as a dormitory now?"

The person on the other end of the phone ignored Lin Chen's explanation, but changed the subject and seemed more condescending.

"Yes, under your pressure, this is the most decent job I can barely find." Lin Chen bowed his head slightly, and put his other hand in his trouser pocket.

"Ha, I didn't expect Lin Chen from Yongchuan University to be today. Are you having a hard time now?"

"Yes, I am living very hard and poor now, and I have lost my dreams and goals in life. I am like a humble ant every day, as you wish."

Lin Chen is familiar with what a man wants to hear, and every time he says an adjective, the gasping sound on the other end of the phone gets heavier.

But even though he said that, his expression was very relaxed. The thin light coming from the guard room fell on him lightly, and his clothes seemed transparent.

"You can't hurt anyone anymore!"

"Yeah, thanks to you too."

"Ah, speaking of which, you'd better stay away from your stupid police friends and your good junior brother. If you kill them again, wouldn't you have to repent for many years, how can someone like you have friends? ?"

"it is good."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

The rain started to fall on his hair and shoulders, with the coolness of early autumn.

Like pinching, after he walked into the dormitory building, the rainstorm came on schedule.

The rain was heavy, and the crackling rain fell on the trees and leaves with a loud, beast-like howl.

Lin Chen turned around and went upstairs. According to the management plan, he prepared to place the students together.

There were not many boarding students in the experimental primary school, and most of the children were picked up in advance by worried parents, so there were only a dozen or so children who stayed.

He and other dormitories knocked on the door one by one, counted the number of people, helped the children organize their schoolbags and change clothes, and brought them to the large dormitory that had been prepared.

It was not the first time that Hongjing's children encountered a typhoon, so no one seemed overly concerned.

Children of all sizes gathered in the two large dormitories. Perhaps the snacks and drinking water in the corner of the dormitory made it less scary to see the dark night and the roaring wind outside the window.

When it was almost dawn, the children fell asleep again. Lin Chen greeted the dormitory on duty and returned to his room.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, but the rain seems to have stopped temporarily.

Outside the house, the plantains were blown away by the strong wind, and the huge green leaves were shaking, casting messy shadows on the walls.

He turned on the light, and the white light instantly illuminated the small space.

Apart from the desk and bed, there is no other furniture.

The window in front of the desk was opened at some point, and the writing was soaked by the rain and turned into an ocean.

However, in that vast ocean, there seems to be a pink boat floating.

It seemed to be a letter, which was folded into the shape of a heart. Lin Chen took a few steps and picked up the letter from the water.

The envelope was soaked wet by the rain. Lin Chen glanced at his name on the envelope and had a bad feeling in his heart. He groped for the edge of the envelope and wanted to open it. Then he touched the inside of the envelope, and there seemed to be a lump. Hard stuff.

It was hard and seemed soft...

Lin Chen quickly opened the letter, and what caught his eye was a mass of sand stuck to the letter.

The sand was immaculately white in color, but it was ugly and solidified together after being soaked in the rain.

Lin Chen frowned, found a plastic bag in the room, and lightly brushed off the white sand in the letter, and the blurred handwriting underneath gradually revealed.

It was a poem, and the edges of the handwriting were already blurred, and the black words softened, as if a trace of mist was wrapped around the entire letter.

【My dear, I can finally face death calmly/I no longer hesitate, timid and fear/Death has gentle arms and charming eyes/His dark pupils bloom with moist flowers, I finally smell its fragrance/I Seeing his fingertips sticking out countless roots, plunged into the world, can you touch it? 】

Looking at the vague fonts, Lin Chen suddenly felt that there was a cool air running down his spine, slowly filling the top of his head.