0-0 "But the problem is, you don't have evidence to prove that Yu Yanqing didn't dare to commit suicide because she was afraid of death, because she was already dead." Torture Conglian said.

"I don't really have any proof, and I'm pretty sure she killed herself." Lin Chen folded the letter paper in his hand: "I just want to know how she overcame her instinct and used a knife to separate her throat." Lin Chen was silent for a moment, as if looking for an appropriate sentence, "People are always afraid of death, whether it is psychological or physical, human beings have extremely complex self-protection mechanisms. Then, breaking through human nature and obstacles is never simple, unless there is a strong motivation behind it. ”

"Isn't it easy to want to die?" The convict was puzzled, "But when you say that, I suddenly think ...... Just now, the forensic doctor said that there was something wrong with the wound on Yu Yanqing's body. ”

"What?"

"She must have started self-harm very early, first making small cuts in some places that were not dangerous, and then slowly spreading to her wrists, chest and ......neck," the torturer paused, "Finally, she slit her throat with a knife, but at that time, she did not die immediately, she struggled and plunged the knife into her heart."

After Lian Lian finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen just lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

There was an unbearable silence in the room, and the sky was about to get dark again, but finally, the torturer couldn't help himself and spoke again.

"What does that mean?" He asked.

Lin Chen began to pack up the stationery on the ground and stuffed all those letters back into the envelope: "This shows that she is determined to die, and her seriousness and resoluteness are rarely seen." ”

Lin Chen's answer was very straightforward, and anyone who had seen the scene would come to such a conclusion.

Many people commit suicide because life is too painful and there is nothing to love, but Yu Yanqing seems to be just a simple obsession with death.

If she just went to kill someone lying under the corpse because she was obsessed with the feeling of death, it seemed that it would make perfect sense.

But all the questions will still come back to the last three words.

Why?

The convict wiped his face, he really couldn't understand this question.

"You say, what does it feel like when you die?"

Lin Chen took a deep breath and asked him.

"Why don't you try it?"

Looking at Lin Chen's troubled face, the torturer smiled at him.

……

Since ancient times, people have always been secretive about death.

It's too dangerous and terrifying, it represents the end of life, but occasionally, it also exudes a charming color that tempts people to approach.

Lin Chen followed the torture company and stood on the side of the road at the beginning of the lanterns.

At this time, the wind is not heavy, but the rain is very thin, and the street lamps have a blurry halo because of this.

It coincides with the rush hour after work, the intersection is full of traffic, vehicles are wrapped in rainwater, whistling past, human voices, horns, engine sounds, countless sounds are mixed together, making people's scalp tingle.

"Are you ready?" The convict asked him.

Before Lin Chen could react, he was grabbed and rushed towards the traffic at high speed.

As soon as the corner of his clothes crossed the headlights, he stepped back and hit the rear of the car, but the strength of the torture company was so great that it was impossible to break free, and he could only be dragged forward unconsciously.

His shoulders hurt, but he didn't stop, every step felt like death, one second just passing through the traffic, the next another car running over. The roar in my ears was enough to tear the eardrums. The wind was loud, and there were big hands in the air, pushing them into the abyss.

Jumping over the isolation zone, Lin Chen almost fell headlong in the row of small pine trees.

The convict stood on the bike path panting and holding his hand tightly.

Behind the two, many drivers kept honking their horns, and the nearest one was an Audi, and the driver lowered the window and cursed.

"Baby, how do you feel?" The torturer laughed badly and didn't seem to have any fear.

Lin Chen withdrew his hand and looked up at Xing Conglian: "I now, I finally believe in one thing......

"What's the matter?"

"You really have foreign blood."

As a descendant of the fighting race, the torturer was of course thick-skinned, but even though he was very careful, Lin Chen was inevitably injured, his left leg was bruised, his waist was bruised, and the road was a little unstable.

When the two returned to school, Yu Yanqing's body had been taken away, and Fu Hao was also called.

Knowing that the torturer Lian actually took Lin Chen to find death, Professor Fu took three steps and two steps, jumped up, and slapped the captain of the torture team very hard.

The captain of the torture team was stunned, and after Professor Fu beat him, he didn't care about him, but instead took Lin Chen's hand, looked up and down carefully, and his words and actions were the same: "Senior brother, stay away from this kind of person in the future......

"He doesn't want to die, you can't die anymore......"

"Do you want to go to the hospital first, you should go to my place at night, in case the wound is inflamed, I can still take care of you......"

"Do you live in a school dormitory?" When the criminal Conglian heard this, he simply exposed Professor Fu, a proletariat.

"Single dormitory!"

"But your senior brother is moving, and your small dormitory can't fit your senior brother's big sand table."

Fu Hao was innocent and didn't realize the problem, but he shouted at Conglian: "Your house is also very small!" ”

Xing Conglian smiled: "But my family has a lot of houses." ”

"What's your house?"

"Yanjia Lane."

As a high-level intellectual, Professor Fu is very disgusted with this kind of pure copper-smelling dialogue. It's just that the cultural people still can't resist the hooligans, because the torture captain is the only one who has a car.

When the conglian stopped the big jeep at the mouth of Yanjia Lane, the matter was a foregone conclusion.

In front of him was the ancient street and the whitewashed and tiled houses next to the street, and the captain of the torture team in the driver's seat said to Lin Chen: "Pick, where do you want to live?" ”

In the back seat, Fu Hao was drinking water, he held the mineral water bottle and trembled slightly, and forcibly refused to spill the water.

"You think you bought all the streets?" He scoffed.

"I thought it was good, so I bought it." The torturer Lian said casually, very justifiably, making people speechless.

Taking advantage of the gap between him going to the trunk to carry his luggage, Fu Hao hurriedly grabbed Lin Chen and whispered: "Senior brother, let me tell you, a man has the best face, you are upright, but don't demolish the torture captain." ”

Lin Chen nodded solemnly in understanding.

Sure enough, although he seemed to have bought Yanjia Lane while talking, in fact, Xing Conglian still moved all of Lin Chen's luggage back to his old house at No. 6 Yanjia Lane.

The reason is also very appropriate: "The other houses have not been cleaned, and it is convenient to discuss the case by living together." ”

Lin Chen and Fu Hao glanced at each other and nodded, expressing understanding.

It was already dark, and there was no good lighting in the old house, so the torturer set up a lamp on the table of the Eight Immortals, and brought out three bowls of braised beef noodles.

Fu Hao had nothing to say, so he could only suck the noodles appointedly.

The torturer also turned out the ham sausage from the drawer, and each person divided one, which was very atmospheric and bold.

Lin Chen tore open the plastic packaging and took a bite without disgust.

Fu Hao finally couldn't help it, he slammed the table, and the plastic fork in his hand shattered into slag: "Old criminal, do you know that we watched the scene of the murder today, how bloody and cruel it is, even if you eat braised beef noodles, what's going on with ham sausages??? ”

"Professor Fu, don't dislike it, it's not a corpse crushing case, and the ham sausage is nothing......" The convict Lian comforted him.

Fu Hao finally lost his appetite completely.

The rain began to fall again, and for a moment, all that was left in the old house was the crisp sound of rain hitting the tiles.

Fu Hao propped his head, looked at Lin Chen's side face as he drank the soup seriously, and suddenly spoke: "Senior brother, I have always been very confused, since Yu Yanqing has a crush on you and writes you so many letters, but what happened to the sudden suicide?" He sniffed, "Why didn't she kill you and then kill herself." ”

"What did you say?" Lin Chen suddenly put down the bowl and looked at Fu Hao very seriously.

Professor Fu didn't know for a moment that he had said the wrong sentence, he blinked, cautiously, and repeated: "I said, why didn't he kill you, and then kill himself......"

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian and said, "There is a problem here. ”

The convict nodded, thinking to himself that of course I knew there was a problem here.

But under Lin Chen's scorching gaze, he only held back one word: "Huh? ”

"If it is a case committed by the same person, no matter how chaotic it is, there must be an internal order, and I have never understood where the internal order of these cases is." Lin Chen paused, and said to the torture conglian: "Please find me a pen." He said to the Torture Servant.

The pen and paper were quickly brought in, Lin Chen pushed away the instant noodle bowl, and said to Hao: "You repeat the process of the case." ”

Fu Hao blurted out: "First of all, it was the hospital morgue that found the patient who had died dressed neatly. Subsequently, the body of the old man appeared in the shop on the street. Then the youth in the small park fell off the ring. In the end, Yu Yanqing committed suicide ......"

Fu Hao said, Lin Chen wrote, and in the end, a few key words appeared on the paper.

The corpse → presents the corpse → murder → suicide

These keywords are connected by arrows to form a circle.

The criminal conglian looked at the words written by Lin Chen, and also felt that he seemed to have touched the core of the whole thing, but it seemed that the most critical link was missing.

Lin Chen shook his head slightly, evaded this question, and dialed Huang Ze's phone again.

"How's it going?" There was a slight nervousness in Huang Ze's voice.

"The kidnappers took the initiative to reveal the location, and the dynasty and others will send you the specific location."

"What do you mean by actively exposing your location?"

"He took the initiative to reveal his location because he asked the reporter who was accompanying you to be there, and then he called me Mr. Jiang." Lin Chen recounted calmly.

"Why did he call you Teacher Jiang?" Huang Ze turned his head to look at Expert Jiang who was sulking in the car, and in a flash of thought, he suddenly understood what Lin Chen meant. In fact, earlier today, when many reporters asked to go on a high-speed interview about the candy thief, he already felt a little strange. Although the case has attracted much attention, the presence of more than a dozen TV reporters seems to be too petty. 166 Reading Network