The torrential rain is still falling, the dark clouds are thick, and the boundary between day and night is no longer clear.

I don't know if it was affected by the typhoon or the murder, Chunshui Street is sparsely populated, and few shops are still open.

The rain had washed over and over again the bricks, the blood stains were long gone, the ground was clean, there were not even rotting leaves and fruits, and the air was fresh.

It's so fresh that you just want to slow down.

Lin Chen walked very slowly, and did not have an umbrella. The convict held up a black umbrella and followed him.

For some reason, Xing Conglian always felt that Lin Chen should be very young, although Fu Hao always called him senior brother, but he seemed to be younger than Fu Hao.

is obviously still at the age of just graduating from college, but he is as corrupt as an old monk, indifferent and indifferent, without sorrow or joy.

He can make inferences calmly, or he can lie alone under the corpse very calmly, and even come out with no change in his face.

Xing Conglian therefore wanted to know what could move Lin Chen.

Speechless all the way.

The two walked a little slowly, and when they arrived at the fruit stall where the crime occurred that day, there was no one at the stall, and the roller shutter door was tightly closed.

Lin Chen stood at the place where Yan Qing stood that day.

At the moment, the clouds were thick and the rain was pouring down, but that was not the case that day.

It seems that the sun has not yet set, there are many people, and there is some fishy smell in the air, but also some fragrance.

Then, suddenly, the riots began, and all eyes were on the mad fruit stall owner, who watched as the stall owner slashed at the innocent woman, without anyone noticing, and behind them sat an old man who had been dead for a long time.

And when the woman pounces on the door of the shop and the old man falls silently, the fear of death is magnified and amplified without limit, and everyone seems to be choked by a pair of invisible hands, they are no longer spectators, but witnesses.

If Yu Yanqing was the murderer, why did she do those strange things in the morgue, and why was she here, watching this scene?

She stood here, what she wanted, and what did she see?

If there is someone else, who is it, like a ghost, watching the whole street?

Lin Chen raised his head slightly, closed his eyes lightly, and let the sporadic rain fall on the door in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Xing Conglian was always a little uneasy, he looked left and right, and patted Lin Chen's shoulder.

Lin Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that Lian Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed at the surveillance camera on the street: "This surveillance was installed a few years ago, and it was said to be for the safety of merchants, but in fact, it was just for show." Xing Conglian said, looking at the other side of the market, "The one on the other side has long been broken." ”

"Isn't there any surveillance coverage in the small park and morgue?" Lin Chen asked.

"The park is so big that there are always blind spots for surveillance, and mortuaries ...... Even if it is pretended, no one dares to look at it. Torture Conglian said.

"Well, that's a problem." Lin Chen paused and said, "The criminal seems to know the distribution structure of the camera very well, and can always avoid surveillance when committing a crime. So why is it strange that Yu Yanqing, she is always caught by surveillance? ”

"It makes sense, I can't argue with it." The torturer snorted, "But, technology is dead, people are alive." As he spoke, he looked around and walked diagonally across from the fruit shop.

There, too, there is a hardware store.

"I've heard that psychology is amazing, and I've always wanted to see it." The torturer leaned into Lin Chen's ear and said softly.

The owner of the hardware store is a middle-aged man in his early fifties, bald, with gray sideburns.

Seeing the documents shown by the criminal Conglian, he rubbed his hand on his apron, and his tone was very familiar: "You are here to ask about the events of that day, I really didn't see what happened on the other side, you see that there are pipes in front of me, and I don't even know when the old man opened the store." ”

The boss spoke quickly, and he seemed to have repeated the same words many times, so he was a little impatient.

"No, you tell him again." The torturer pointed at Lin Chen on the side.

Lin Chen took half a step forward, moved the things that were in front of the boss to the side, and his tone was gentle, like an umbrella opened in the heavy rain: "You don't have to think about what happened, I hope you tell me, what was the weather like that day?" ”

His voice was calm and his gaze was calm, and he didn't even need any instructions, and the boss unconsciously closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a long memory.

"The weather is very good, the sun has not yet set, but in the vegetable field, it has been gloomy and dark."

"You take a breath, there's a little bit of noise around, the crowd walks around, can you smell it?"

With Lin Chen's words, the boss really took a long breath, and then slowly spoke: "Yes, there is a fragrant chicken cake, the smell of raw meat, and the smell of fish......"

"You hear, the sounds around you are getting louder, the footsteps are getting louder and louder, and you try to hear those sounds more clearly."

Lin Chen's voice became softer and softer, and the sound of rain was like a melodious flute.

The hardware store owner was silent for a while before he spoke again: "Crying, I heard crying, the street is very chaotic, there are crying and shouting everywhere, the woman is shouting, help, help...... But I didn't dare to move, I was too scared to move! ”

"How does that feel?"

"I feel very scared, I'm not afraid of cutting people at all, I have a knife in my hand, I dare to cut him if he dares to cut me, but later, when the old man on the other side of the door fell, I saw him lying there motionless, he was very dark, his face was still smiling, I remembered when my father died, it was so scary......"

As the boss spoke, the muscles on his face tensed, and he clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly, a peaceful voice, like a thin stream of water, slowly but forcefully washed away his closed heart.

"Suddenly, you find that in front of your eyes, a piece of paper has appeared, and it is very long and wide, and it falls from the sky, slowly, and envelops the whole street."

The voice was very soft, and the boss noticed that in his mind, a piece of paper had really appeared, and the paper rolled from one end of the street to the other, wrapping the dwelling with a qiē, which made him fall into a brief blank.

He frowned slightly, as if sensing something, and the paused voice sounded again.

"Now, please stretch out your hand and slowly knead that piece of paper, there are a lot of things in it, so when you knead it, you have to be very careful and very slow......"

With the soft sound of instructions, the boss stood in place, his hands hanging down on the sides of his trouser pockets, his fingertips shaking slightly and wonderfully.

The captain of the criminal police standing on the side was almost stunned.

His gaze fell on the face of Ning He's dormitory keeper, and sometimes on the face of the butcher shop owner who closed his eyes.

Lin Chen spoke again.

"Please hold the paper ball in the palm of your hand."

As he spoke, the boss clenched his fists.

"Imagine raising your hand and raising it higher and higher until your arm is above your head...... You feel a little tired in your hands, but the things in your hands become very light, very light...... Then, with all your strength, throw the paper ball. ”

In the boss's mind, he seemed to have really thrown the paper ball out, and he felt himself raise his head until the snow-white point disappeared from sight.

Then, he felt a slap on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him, stood the young man.

The young man was not tall, somewhat thin, and wore a white shirt that was wet and sticking to his body.

His face was calm, and his eyes were as clear as a stream under the rising sun.

In the boss's ears, a familiar voice sounded again.

"Thank you very much."

The young man paused, looked him in the eye, and said seriously, "Also, those are in the past. ”

The sky was still gray.

The two said goodbye to the stall owner, and the prisoner leaned towards Lin Chen with an umbrella, and he lowered his voice: "What was that just now, hypnosis?" ”

Lin Chen shook his head: "Psychology, it's not as weird as you think, no one can look at you and hypnotize you." ”

"What's that?" The torturer Lian looked at Lin Chen sincerely, his eyelashes were a little golden, and when he stared at you seriously, he looked extremely gentle.

"It's just a treatment method used by psychotherapists to help clients get rid of some overly scary memories." Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, and seemed to be a little unable to stand this overly enthusiastic gaze, so he silently looked away.

The criminal didn't even know what to say, and when he asked the case, he also treated his psychological wounds, and this service seemed to be too thoughtful.

"So, did you ask anything?"

"It's weird. It seems that the perpetrator is deliberately creating a certain atmosphere. Lin Chen was thoughtful.

The fear of silence under the bed in the morgue, the sudden collapse of the old man in the street shop, and the dying and struggling youth under the hanging ring, the fear of death is presented step by step......

"Call Fu Hao." As if remembering something critical, Lin Chen suddenly spoke.