Chapter 236 Wu Fu 73 Introspection

Since it is an illusion, it is always short-lived.

Huang Ze coughed heavily on the other end of the phone, and the voice was loud enough to overwhelm their conversation.

"Actually, I don't know what you said, what's the use of locating Shen Lian."

Huang Ze stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the city bureau, and a subordinate stood behind him. The other party said that a bigger leader had come to listen to the situation report, and the background sound was the sound of opening and closing doors not far away Quick steps. What's worse is that the number of reporters' vehicles at the entrance of the city bureau is also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As if something big was about to happen, what happened?

The whole corridor suddenly became silent from the end, Huang Ze knew that the time was up, and at the end he could only simply say: "Okay Lin Chen, you still have 20 minutes."

...

Huang Ze's phone was simply hung up.

At the door of the dumpling shop, under the camphor tree, the dumpling box held by the boy was almost empty.

The simple hang up sound made the young man raise his head, and he asked cautiously, "Brother Achen, I don't understand how we are going to find Shen Lian, is this my problem?"

Lin Chen has basically clarified his thoughts: "As for Shen Lian, she has few choices in the escape process. Since she has achieved her set goal, the only possibility is to hide. The whereabouts of ordinary criminals may be difficult to estimate, but for Shen Lian, the only possibility is to hide. She will definitely choose a place where she feels very safe."

"Li Jingtian chose to hide in the embassy to feel safe, but what kind of place can make Shen Lian feel safe?" Wang Chao asked.

"When I was with my own people." Lin Chen said, "Now that we look back at the case at hand, there is one question that has not been resolved: why does Shen Lian make the old people insane?"

"Could it have something to do with the dead grandpa, who also has mental problems, right?" Chao suddenly realized, "Didn't Lao Bian just say that Shen Lian was excited to hear about the final time of grandpa's death! He didn't speak for the old man at the time of the issue, he didn't tell the truth to the police afterwards, and it took a month and a half to call the police. Why did such an unsympathetic person collapse when he found out about the time of his grandfather's death?"

"Specifically, it's not sympathy but empathy." Lin Chen corrected, "empathy comes from childhood. It is an emotion that predicts the suffering of others and wants to help others. It is difficult for her to perceive the elderly. The pain and help each other, but this does not mean that she cannot perceive her own pain. In fact, even the most cold-blooded violent elements have strong empathy, but they only cover up their own companions, but not for the lives of others. Disdain."

"What does this mean, who is Shen Lian's companion?"

Lin Chen paused.

The wind on the roadside blew through the camphor trees, and the shadows of the branches swaying fell on them without a sound.

...

Huihe Nursing Home was also quiet.

But this kind of quietness is not so much an adjective that is often used in nursing homes such as tranquility or tranquility. It is more appropriate to use dead silence to describe it.

Just like at night, there are no people in the corridors of the nursing home during the day. The bright and clean tiles show that it has undergone good cleaning work, but because it is too bright and clean, it means that there are not many people coming and going here.

This is not normal, because anyone who has been to a nursing home knows that the elderly like to sit in the corridor without the wind and the sun and gossip, but this kind of situation does not occur here at all.

The wild dogs on the ridge were barking again, stepping on the ups and downs of barking.

The lady who looked like a nurse was standing in front of the mirror, sorting her clothes. The water gurgled down, and the lady's wet fingers left water-stained handprints on the neckline.

This is a standard two-person ward, the room is extremely dim, and the lights in the bathroom are on.

There were still two old people lying on the hospital bed. Through the dim light, one could vaguely see the thin skeleton of the old man under the snow-white bedding. Further up is a hand that is placed outside the quilt, and the other hand is inside the quilt.

On the chest, the thin quilt on the old man's body had just been carefully tucked away, and further up were the withered bark-like neck, the shriveled lips, and the hollow eyes that were covered with a lot of whites.

Yes, the two old people on the hospital bed had their eyes open, and they looked up at the ceiling, and there were some disrepair and mildew growing along the ceiling gap.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the ward again. The nurse walked to the window, brushed open the curtains, and the bright sunlight poured into the ward, but even this sudden light did not make the two elderly people on the hospital bed blink.

The slightly heaving chest means that the old people are not dead, but they are no different from corpses.

At this moment, the nurse turned around, pulled the quilt away, and lay in.

...

Laobian Dumpling Restaurant.

Wang Chao asked what was the reason why Shen Lian could not accept that the death of the old tramp had something to do with him.

Lin Chen thought about many reasons, but the simplest and most likely reason is only one.

"Shen Lian, she can't accept that she is a murderer like the residents of Xiaolin Lane."

Not only the dynasty, but even Xing Conglian was stunned. The police officers in the distance rode their motorcycles and walked away.

"This is just my guess. The specific problem will only be understood after seeing Shen Lian." Lin Chen slowed down and said calmly, "When normal people encounter extreme stimulation, they will choose various defense mechanisms or recognize Knowing to adjust to relieve psychological pressure. But Shen Lian, her psychological problems doomed her to be unable to relieve the pressure like a normal person when she encounters these things."

"So what?" Xing Conglian asked. He has cyan stubble on his chin, his face is angular, his eyes are wise, and he can read people's hearts effortlessly.

Lin Chen retracted his gaze, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said calmly: "Simply put, Shen Lian originally thought that the old man died accidentally during the pushing process with the residents of Xiaolin Lane, and there is nothing to her about it. Psychological pressure, because the death of the old man had nothing to do with her. But when she suddenly found out that the old man was not dead at all, but gradually died of serious injuries in the cold rainy night, she did not take another look at the old man after learning about it. He also became one of the murderers."

Wang Chao nodded, and Lin Chen continued, "A normal person may only think that when something like this happens, it is the responsibility of the others present. Just shirk the blame and let the matter pass. But Shen Lian can't."

Lin Chen said: "There are three offensive psychological defense mechanisms, transfer, projection, and introjection. If I guessed correctly, Shen Lian subconsciously chose the last one for her. The so-called introversion is to put what she loves, The object of hate symbolically becomes a part of the self. Putting it on Shen Lian will absorb the old man with mental problems as a part of himself.”

He made a joke and said, "It's like, part of the soul of the dead old man entered her body."

With a soft snap, the lunch box in Wang Chao's hand fell to the ground: "This is too perverted!"

"Shen Lian has suddenly changed into a person. Is this also related to the rapid improvement in academic performance?" Xing Conglian asked very keenly.

"It's just a guess. After all, we don't know what kind of old man he is, but you have to know that schizophrenia is sometimes synonymous with genius."

Wang Chao was shocked, and then he realized what: "The elderly who are mentally ill are her kind? Then what is she doing to make all the grandparents in the country become lunatic, and what does this have to do with Teacher Duan? relation!"

Lin Chen lowered his eyes and touched the young man's head: "Look, I'm not a god, so how can I know so much. So, since Teacher Duan helped us find Shen Lian, let's find her and ask."

"How do we find Shen Lian!" As soon as Wang Chao asked the question, he felt like an idiot. He turned around, crouched down in front of the flower bed, opened the computer and started searching for institutional information.

Lin Chen said: "Hongjing is not a mega city, such as a mental rehabilitation center, nursing home, or shelter, and there are not many such institutions around the city. Excluding large institutions under the national civil affairs department, private centers are even more limited. number……"

...

The summer wind was scorching hot, brushing across the green fields, brushing over a large melon shed, and rolling along the ridge towards the center of the city.

The overwhelming heat wave swept across those high and low buildings and rolled on the square in front of the Hongjing Police Station.

A Lincoln car drove along City Hall Street and slowly stopped at the entrance of the City Bureau.

The reporters who heard the news were like sharks smelling blood, occupying favorable terrain at the gate of the police station. They did not dare to go too far, and of course were unwilling to give up their front row positions.

Compared with the reporters who were full of backlash at the door, the real conference room was very quiet, and everyone was puffing up.

In the first position sits Huang Ze, an officer who has to bow and salute.

The commander's face was solemn, and there was a chill under the table. In the end, the other party slammed the table: "It's a big event, so far no one has been able to say why?"

Probably because the boss was angry, the thick smoke and dust in the air trembled.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.

Huang Ze suddenly looked towards the door.

...

The entrance of Laobian Dumpling Restaurant.

In the harsh sunlight, the Dynasty's laptop reflected a blurry white light that was barely discernible.

Lin Chen sat quietly by the side, his face was peaceful, his fair and delicate neck was sweating from the running and sun exposure, like a layer of enamel porcelain. He wasn't looking at the screen, more like he was thinking about something aimlessly.

"Don't think too much." Xing Conglian said to Lin Chen.

This sentence is a bit vague, but for Lin Chen, it should be more straightforward.

Lin Chen looked in the direction of the void in the distance, and didn't mean to hide his thoughts from him: "I just think human psychology is very interesting, a natural pervert like Shen Lian, what really drives her crazy is the only thing left in her humanity. goodwill." Lin Chen paused, then added, "I hope I'm wrong."

Xing Conglian was startled suddenly, he looked at Lin Chen, but the other party didn't look back at him.

Xing Conglian stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and said, "Consultant Lin, come with me."

Lin Chen raised his head, Xing Conglian took out the car key, and pointed to the direction of the jeep parked under the shade of the roadside.

Lin Chen Yiyan followed him to the side of the car.

Xing Conglian habitually opened the door of the cab and found Lin Chen standing behind him. He turned the key around in his hand and looked back at Lin Chen.

"You want to talk to me alone, but I don't want to talk." Lin Chen said to him.

Xing Conglian nodded, and instantly understood what Lin Chen meant: "That's right, the cab is a little crowded."

He opened the back seat door and went in first, and Lin Chen stepped on the car.

Thanks to his new car film, it was extremely dark inside, the sun shining through the shade of the trees and the window to illuminate a small seat. Although it is midsummer, it should be that the air-conditioning in the car has not dissipated, and there is still a hint of coolness.

Lin Chen also stepped on the car with his other foot, Xing Conglian held his wrist and said half-jokingly, "Actually, the cab is not bad, you can sit on my lap."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed shut.

Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen clasped his ten fingers, and the next moment, Lin Chen obeyed his advice, spread his legs, and straddled him.

Xing Conglian felt his chest stagnate one by one, and Lin Chen's warm body leaned against him without leaving any gaps. Sometimes Lin Chen was really kind and terrifying.

Without lowering his head, he could imagine Lin Chen's posture.

At this moment, he was half-kneeling on the seat, his feet in canvas shoes were exposed beyond the seat cushion, and the shoelaces were half-dangling in the air, shaking lightly.

In Xing Conglian's memory, a similar scene has also appeared. At that time, the air was full of lewdness, but now, obviously their relationship has progressed so much, but it has become only a matter of course.

Right now, though, he doesn't have as much time to think about what this blandness means. After all, Lin Chen was leaning on his shoulder, and his cool breath fell on his throat. Through the shirt fabric, he stroked Lin Chen's sweaty back with one hand. He could clearly feel Lin Chen's shoulder blades, the protrusions of his spine, and the flexible skin covering it.

Lin Chen had made it very clear just now, he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to sit together quietly.

During this very quiet process, Lin Chen's breathing rhythm did not change in any way, but because the carriage was so quiet, they could gradually feel each other's heartbeats. Because of the intertwined breathing, the temperature gradually rose, and there was an inexplicable ambiguity, but more, perhaps because of Lin Chen's weight on his leg, or because of Lin Chen's strong heartbeat, he could feel a A whole-hearted sense of trust.

A very precious and unreserved emotion.

After a while, the time was so short that Xing Conglian didn't have time to savor this feeling, he heard Lin Chen say, "Xing Conglian..."

"It's your full name, it's a bit serious." Xing Conglian kissed Lin Chen's ear.

"I……"

As soon as Lin Chen opened his mouth, Xing Conglian interrupted him: "You are not that fragile, you don't need me to pay attention to your mental state all the time, and I will stop you and talk to you when I find something wrong?"

"No, I'm vulnerable and I really need you."

Lin Chen said so.