Since it's an illusion, it's always short-lived.

Huang Ze coughed heavily on the other end of the phone, loud enough to drown out their conversation.

"Actually, I don't know what you said has any effect on positioning Shen Lian."

Huang Ze stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the city bureau, and behind him stood a subordinate, who said that there was a bigger leader above to listen to the situation report, and the background sound was the sound of the door opening and closing not far away and the hurried footsteps coming one after another. What's worse is that the number of reporters' vehicles at the entrance of the city bureau has also increased at a rate visible to the naked eye.

As if something big is going to happen, something is going to happen?

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

……

Huang Ze's phone was simply hung up.

At the entrance of the dumpling shop, under the camphor tree, the dumpling box held by the young man was almost empty.

The crisp hang-up made the young man raise his head, and he asked cautiously, "Brother Ah Chen, I don't understand how we can find Shen Lian, is this my problem?" ”

For Shen Lian, she didn't have many options in the process of escaping, and since she had achieved her set goal, the only possibility was to hide. The whereabouts of ordinary criminals may be incalculable, but for Shen Lian, they will definitely choose a place that makes them feel very safe. ”

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

"When you're with 'your own people'." Lin Chen said, "Now that we look back at the case in hand, there is a question that has not been solved: why did Shen Lian make the old people insane? ”

"Does it have something to do with that old man who died, and that old man also has mental problems, right?" Wang Chao suddenly realized, "Didn't Lao Bian just say that Shen Lian was excited when he heard the last time of his grandfather's death!" But she didn't speak for the old man at the time of the incident, and she didn't tell the truth to the police afterwards, and it took a month and a half to call the police. ”

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

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

"You see, most of the psychological principles are just a very simple sentence or two."

Lin Chen paused.

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

……

Huihe Nursing Home is also quiet.

But this kind of quietness is not so much a common adjective as tranquility or serenity in nursing homes, but is more appropriately described as dead silence.

As at night, the corridors are empty during the day, and the bright tiles show that it has been well cleaned, but because it's too clean, it means that there are not many people frequented here.

This is of course different from normal nursing homes, because anyone who has been to a nursing home knows that the elderly people like to sit in the corridor without wind and sun and gossip, but this kind of scene does not appear in xx nursing homes at all.

The wild dogs on the ridges were barking again, stepping on the undulating barking dogs.

The lady who looked like a nurse stood in front of the mirror, straightening her neckline, and the water was gurgling down, and the lady left a water-stained handprint on the neckline with her wet fingers.

It was a standard two-person room, extremely dim, with the bathroom lights on.

There were still two old people lying on the hospital bed, and in the dim light, you could vaguely see the thin skeleton of the old man covered by snow-white bedding. Further up is a hand placed outside the futon, and the other hand is inside the futon.

On his chest, the thin quilt on the old man's body had apparently been carefully tucked up, and beyond that was a neck like dead tree bark, shriveled lips in two lines, and hollow eyes covered in a large number of whites.

Yes, the two old men in the hospital bed had their eyes open, they were looking up at the ceiling, and there were some spots of mildew that had fallen into disrepair growing along the cracks in the ceiling.

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

The chest that is still slightly heaving means that the old people are not dead, but compared to the corpses, they are no different.

At this moment, the nurse lady turned around, pulled the corner of the quilt, and lay down.

……

Old Side Dumpling House.

The police officer who walked out of the door nodded to the flower bed trio, and Lin Chen also nodded, and then came back to his senses.

Wang Chao asked what was the reason why Shen Lian couldn't accept that the old tramp's death was related to him.

Lin Chen thought about many causes, but there was only one of the simplest and most likely causes.

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

Not only the dynasty, but even the criminal servant was stunned, and the police officer in the distance rode a motorcycle.

"This is just my speculation, and the specific issues will not be understood until I meet Shen Lian." Lin Chen eased his breath and said calmly, "When normal people encounter extreme stimuli, they will choose various defense mechanisms or cognitive adjustments to relieve psychological pressure. But Shen Lian, her psychological problems are destined to make her unable to relieve those pressures like normal people when she encounters these things. ”

"So what?" The criminal servant asked. He has a blue stubble on his chin, an angular face, and a wise gaze that allows him to read people's hearts without much effort.

Lin Chen retracted his gaze, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said calmly: "To put it simply, Shen Lian originally thought that the old man died unexpectedly in the process of pushing and shoving with the residents of Xiaolin Lane, and there was no psychological pressure on her, because the old man's death had nothing to do with her. But when she suddenly discovered that the old man was not dead at all, but gradually died due to serious injuries in the cold and rainy night, she also became one of the murderers when she learned about it and did not look at the old man again. Normal people who encounter similar things may only think that it is the responsibility of other people present, and let this matter pass by casually. But Shen Lian can't. Lin Chen said: "There are three types of attack awakening psychological defense mechanisms, transfer, projection, and internal camera. If I'm not mistaken, Shen Lian's subconscious chose the last mechanism for her, the so-called internal photography, which is to symbolically turn what she loves and hates into a component of herself, and put it on Shen Lian, then absorb the old man with mental problems as a part of herself. ”

There was a soft crack, and the lunch box in Wang Dynasty's hand fell to the ground: "This is too perverted!" ”

"Shen Lian has suddenly changed into a different person, and his academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds, which is also related to this?" Torture Conglian asked keenly.

"It's just a speculation, after all, we don't know exactly what kind of old man it is, but you know, schizophrenia is sometimes one of the synonyms of geniuses."

The dynasty snorted, and this was like: "The mentally ill elderly are her kind?" So what is she going to do, to make the old grandparents and grandmothers all over the country become crazy, and what does this have to do with Teacher Duan! ”

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

"How do we find Shen Lian!" When the dynasty asked the question, he felt that he was an idiot. He turned around and crouched down in front of the flower bed, pulled on the computer and began to search for information about the organization.

Lin Chen said: "Psychiatric rehabilitation centers, nursing homes, or shelters, Hongjing is not a megacity, and there are not too many such institutions around the city. Excluding the large institutions under the civil affairs department of the state, there are even fewer private centers......"

……

The summer breeze is hot, blowing through the green fields, blowing through the large melon sheds, and rolling along the ridges towards the center of the city.

An overwhelming heat wave swept over the buildings, high and low, and rolled in the square in front of the Hongjing City Police Station.

A Lincoln car drove along City Street and slowly stopped at the entrance of the city hall.

The reporters who heard the news were like sharks smelling blood in front of the police station, occupying a favorable terrain in front of the police station, not daring to go too far, but certainly unwilling to give up their positions in the front row.

Compared with the reporters at the door, the real conference room was very quiet, and everyone was swallowing clouds.

At the top sat the chief who had to bow and salute Huang Ze.

The chief's face was solemn, and the seat was silent, and finally, the other party slammed the table: "Until now, no one has been able to say why, right?" ”

Probably because of the anger of the boss, the thick smoke and dust in the air trembled.

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

Huang Ze looked at the door suddenly.

……

The entrance of the old dumpling restaurant.

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

Lin Chen sat quietly on the side, his face was peaceful, his white and delicate neck was covered with sweat stains from running around and being exposed to the sun, like porcelain coated with a layer of enamel. He's not looking at the screen, he's more like he's thinking about something aimlessly.

"Don't overthink it." The torture conglian said this to Lin Chen. This sentence is a bit vague, but for Lin Chen, it should be a straightforward sentence.

Lin Chen looked at the direction of the void in the distance, and did not have any intention of hiding his thoughts from him: "I just think that human psychology is very interesting, Shen Lian is a natural pervert, what really drives her crazy is the only remaining kindness in her human nature." Lin Chen paused, and added, "I hope I'm wrong." ”

The torturer was stunned, he looked at Lin Chen, but the other party didn't look back at him.

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

Lin Chen looked up, took out the car keys, and pointed in the direction of the jeep parked in the shade of the trees on the side of the road.

Lin Chen walked with him to the car.

The convict Lian habitually opened the door of the cab and found that Lin Chen was standing behind him. He turned the key in his hand and looked back at Lin Chen.

"You're going 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 followed and stepped into the car.

Thanks to his new membrane, the interior of the car was very dim, and the sunlight shone through the shade of the trees and the windows on a small seat of the seat.

Although it is the middle of summer, the air conditioning in the car has not yet dissipated, and it is cool.

Lin Chen also stepped on the car with his other foot, and the torturer even 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 car door slammed shut.

Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen was clasping his ten fingers, and the next moment, Lin Chen listened to his advice, parted his legs, and straddled him.

Xing Conglian felt his chest stagnate one by one, Lin Chen's warm body leaned against him without leaving any gaps, Lin Chen was really terrible at times.

Without looking down, he could imagine Lin Chen's posture.

At this moment, Lin Chen was half-kneeling on the seat, his back was softly bent, and his feet in canvas shoes should be exposed outside the cushion, and the laces were half-hanging in the air, swaying slightly.

In the memory of the torture conglian, a similar scene also appeared, at that time the air was full of heart-wrenching **, and now, it is clear that their relationship has progressed so much, but it has become only a matter of course.

Only now, he doesn't have that 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, which made it difficult to distract people.

Through the fabric of his shirt, he stroked Lin Chen's sweaty back with one hand. He could clearly feel Lin Chen's shoulder armor, the protrusions of his spine, and his pliable skin.

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

In this very quiet process, Lin Chen's breathing rhythm did not change at all, but because the carriage was so quiet, they could gradually feel each other's heartbeats. Because of the entanglement of breathing, the temperature gradually rose, and there was an indescribable ambiguity, but more importantly, maybe because of Lin Chen's weight on his legs or maybe because of Lin Chen's strong heartbeat, he could feel a sense of trust with all his heart.

A very precious and unreserved emotion.

After a while, the time was so short that before Xing Conglian had time to savor this feeling, he heard Lin Chen say: "Xing Conglian ......"

"It's all called full names, this matter is a bit serious." The torturer kissed Lin Chen's ear.

"I ......"

As soon as Lin Chen spoke, Xing Conglian interrupted him and continued: "You are not so fragile, you don't need me to pay attention to your psychological state all the time, as soon as you find any signs of something wrong, you will be stopped and talk to you?" ”

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

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