Although Lin Chen obviously expressed his attitude of refusing to associate with the criminal servant, he couldn't resist the strength and enthusiasm of the criminal police captain who was mixed with the fighting race and the sweet blood of the race.

Specifically, after Xing Conglian got on the bus again, Lin Chen opened the car door and said that he wanted to take the bus home.

But the torturer reacted faster, he first clicked and locked the car door, and then said with a panicked face: "It's so late, let Mr. Lin go home alone, my mother will definitely blame me." ”

As he spoke, he drove in the opposite direction to the school.

When they stopped again, the three of them had already arrived outside the food stall.

"I take the liberty to ask you to go to the police station today to assist in the investigation, I feel very guilty in my heart, please promise to let me invite you to a light meal." The torturer Lian turned his head, and his attitude was sincere and sincere.

Fu Hao patted the back of the chair: "Invite my senior brother to eat food stalls, you are too shameless!" ”

Last time, I was invited to drink tea, and this time I was invited to eat, but fortunately it was not a prison meal.

Although the typhoon is coming, the night market in Hongjing is still very good.

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

The torturer grabbed Erlang's leg and peeled crayfish in the food stall.

All around, there was the lively sound of cups and cups, and the food stall owner sprinkled a large handful of chili peppers in the oil pan, and choking white smoke wafted everywhere.

Fu Hao looked around and was choked and coughed repeatedly: "It's a person with status, can you have some taste?" ”

"There are still cases that have not been solved, and this month's bonus is gone, so we must save some points in advance." Xing Conglian picked up the beer glass and touched it lightly with Professor Fu, but Yu Guang kept looking at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was not as picky as he imagined.

He was very serious about sandwiching peanuts, peeling lobsters without ambiguity, and even picked up disposable plastic cups and took a sip of beer.

The street lights were dim, Lin Chen's eyes were clear and bright, and his lips became a little ruddy because of the spicy crayfish.

"What do you think is going on?" Xing Conglian raised his glass and touched Lin Chen lightly.

"I don't know." Lin Chen took a sip of wine, but replied very simply.

"It doesn't matter what happens in the hospital, even if some neuropathy poses the dead, this kind of case can be thrown to any department. But if you add the corpses of the vegetable market and the citizens who fell to their deaths just now, these things add up, it's not so simple, right? ”

The torturer looked at Lin Chen with even his eyes, his eyes were already good-looking, and the length of his eyelashes had a natural racial advantage, and even the angle of his head was the same as when Fang Cai Fu Hao was cute to Lin Chen.

Fu Hao was almost stunned from the sidelines, he didn't expect that the criminal conglian would copy the same thing, and the shameless Cheng Dù was far beyond imagination.

Lin Chen was also speechless.

But the torture conglian was far more than that, and when he saw that there was no response, he still persevered: "Then can you tell me, what kind of person likes to play with corpses?" ”

"Psychopathic."

"Of course it's a pervert, can you do this without changing your pervert?" The torturer knocked on the table.

"The so-called psychopathology refers to the deviation of people's behavior from socially accepted norms, and you must trace the mechanism behind the behavior." It was probably the slight smell of alcohol that invaded the nerves, and Lin Chen's ghost sent the gods to explain to Xing Conglian: "There are probably three reasons for such behavior. The first is ritual, which represents a certain appeal. The second type is hallucinations, which arise from the deranged neuronal activity of the brain. Lin Chen paused, as if considering the third possibility, "The third and most elusive one is a link in the crime itself. ”

"What does it mean to be involved in the crime itself?"

Lin Chen's cold gaze cast into the distance, and the chef poured a fine side dish into the pot, "Maybe it's shredded potatoes, maybe it's green peppers, who knows what this dish is?" ”

Lin Chen's words were very vague, but the torture conglian seemed to have gotten a point, he picked up his coat and said, "Let's go, go to the hospital and have a look." ”

Fu Hao reacted faster, and after running out of the sentence for less than two steps, he rushed up and hooked the neck of the sentence and shouted: "Do you want to escape again!" ”

"Teacher Fu Teacher Fu teacher, I really don't have any money!"

"Lao Tzu obviously saw the Yuntong black card in your wallet, you dead tyrant!"

"That's a marker blacked-out prop!" The torturer said innocently.

The two were fighting, and when they turned around, there was no Lin Chen at the table.

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

―――

Under the street lamp, the young dormitory manager was thinly dressed.

The shadows of the trees are stacked, perhaps a typhoon is coming, the weather is changing very quickly, the air is moist and watery, and the rain seems to be dripping down.

Lin Chen greeted the doorman, and the sliding door was opened, and his mobile phone rang with it.

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

Three seconds before the call was connected, there were 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 cruel.

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

"I heard you're working as a dormitory manager now?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't pay attention to Lin Chen's explanation, but instead changed the topic and seemed more condescending.

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

"Ha, I didn't expect that Lin Chen, who was old back then, would have today, are you having a hard time now?"

"Yes, I am living a miserable and poor life now, losing my dreams and life goals, and every day I am like a lowly ant, as you wish."

Lin Chen seemed to be very familiar with what men wanted to hear, and every time he said an adjective, the wheezing voice on the other end of the phone became heavier.

But even though he said that, there was no pain on his face, but rather a relaxed expression. The thin light from the guard room fell lightly on Lin Chen, and his clothes seemed to be transparent.

"You can't hurt people anymore!"

"yes, thanks to you."

"Ah, speaking of which, you'd better stay away from your stupid police friends and your good junior brothers, in case you kill them again, won't you have to repent for many years, how can a person like you have friends?"

"Okay."

Before Lin Chen's voice fell, the phone was hung up.

The rain began to fall on his hair and shoulders, and there was a smile on his lips, a bitter smile or mockery, or maybe he wasn't smiling at all.

Xing Conglian always felt that Lin Chen was in some trouble, but he didn't expect it to be so troublesome.

As soon as he arrived at the police station in the morning, he sat in his seat to read the newly released report, and he had only eaten half a bite of the buns he bought in the cafeteria, and was told by his subordinates to go to the chief's office for tea.

The old director made a cup of the not so authentic Longjing, held the cup, and sat down in front of the prisoner, looking like he was going to have a long talk with his subordinates.

"Conglian, how's the case going?" The director touched the teacup and spoke very seriously.

The convict Lian looked at the director's half-bald head and shiny head, and sat up straight: "The case is still under investigation, and I just got the report of the forensic department, which shows that the ring in the park has obvious traces of man-made damage, so this should be a murder case." ”

Hearing the word "murder" from Lian Yizheng, the director was very distressed: "Conglian, I'm old and my heart is not good, I hope you can say such a stimulating word......

"The murderer's motive and modus operandi have not yet been clarified, or they may be related to the hospital and the Baisha case on Long Street......

"Shut up!" The old director almost covered his heart: "Don't talk about this kind of relationship casually." ”

But Professor Fu said......"

"!" The old director slammed the table: "Fu Hao wants to have this level, his teacher can wake up laughing in his dreams!" ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Xing Conglian suddenly realized that the director had gone around in such a big circle, and what he wanted to say, he was inexplicably and a little angry.

Because he was angry, he straightened his police hat, got up from his seat, and then saluted the leader before leaving.

"Torture from the company." The old chief's tone was solemn, and he stopped the captain of the criminal police who was facing away from him, "Yesterday, someone reported to the superiors that the Hongjing Municipal Bureau used non-staff personnel to participate in the handling of cases, which strictly affected the fairness of the procedure and the purity of the police force......"

"Isn't Professor Fu a consultant hired through formal procedures?" The criminal servant asked.

"Idiot, of course it's not Fu Hao!" The old director was so angry that he choked: "If you don't want to arrest anyone, you want to arrest Lin Chen!" ”

"Is it really Lin Chen?" The criminal congregate looked at the director fixedly, "Who is he, even you have to take special care of him." ”

The old director looked at the serious eyes of his subordinates, and realized that he had fallen into the trap of the other party's counter-information.

"Young people don't gossip too much." The old director forced his composure and took a sip of tea.

"Since he is Fu Hao's senior brother, and his academic attainments are far better than Fu Hao's, why is Fu Hao a professor, but he works as a dormitory manager in Shishi Elementary School, and there are people who specially greet our superiors?"

Xing Conglian asked a lot of questions, that was yesterday he asked Fu Hao, and Fu Hao was reluctant to give an answer, so he asked again today, hoping to get a response.

However, he was disappointed again.

The old director has been drinking tea, and he doesn't even want to give a look.

"You mean to exclude Lin Chen from the investigation of the case?" Although this is an interrogative sentence, the tone of the sentence is very flat, but it is more like an indifferent declarative sentence.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Stop." The old director suddenly raised his head and looked at the straight back of his subordinates: "That kid is quite pitiful, because of the events of the year, there were several mad dogs that kept chasing him and biting ......" He lowered his head and took another sip of tea: "If you can take care of him, take care of him more, but it is best not to let him participate in solving the case." ”