It's been three years.

For three years, Feng Peilin has been observing Lin Chen.

Whether the weather is sunny or rainy, Feng Peilin always sits quietly in front of the window, looking at the young man who is quieter than him in the dormitory station opposite.

He may watch Lin Chen read and write, or he may watch Lin Chen talk to the children.

No matter what Lin Chen did, not far from him, there was always a pair of eyes that followed him, like a thorn on his back, or more terrifying than a thorn.

Thinking of this, Xing Conglian couldn't help but shudder.

Armed with a book, a letter, and a handful of sand, the convict returned to the police station.

The stiff greetings at the police station had long since ended, and the atmosphere was cold and calm.

Lin Chen slept lightly in a chair, his body covered with a police uniform.

The police uniform was shining with silver stars, and Inspector Huang was sitting next to him in a white shirt, with his left leg on his right leg, flipping through the notes in his hand, while he was holding a glass of warm water in his other hand.

The torturer was stunned at the door, there were so many chairs in the room, and Huang Ze was sitting next to Lin Chen.

Inspector Huang sat so naturally again, as if he should have been sitting there.

Captain Torture, a little unhappy.

Fu Hao got out from behind the company, looked at the situation in the office, and hurriedly pulled the person who was stunned at the door into the house.

Lin Chen happened to open his eyes.

Seeing that the torturer had returned from Lian and Fu Hao, he stood up and hung the clothes on his body on the armrest, without looking at Huang Ze.

"I have a fever, please take me to the pharmacy."

His tone was weak, his pleas were blunt, and his desire to leave the police station was too obvious and undisguised.

Huang Ze laughed in his seat and put down the notebook in his hand.

Just when he thought that Huang Ze would say something like "it is forbidden to deal with personal matters during official hours", he heard Huang Ze say: "Remember to buy aspirin, he is allergic to most antibiotics." ”

The captain became even angrier.

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Perhaps a typhoon was about to make landfall, and the whole city was shrouded in the eye of the storm, but the rain stopped instead.

Lin Chen's steps were vain, but he insisted on walking, and the torture Conglian and Fu Hao couldn't resist him, so they had to walk beside him left and right, as if they were protecting the Dharma left and right.

The footsteps of the three fell on the rain-soaked bluestone slabs, kicking and tapping, sticky and greasy.

"Feng Peilin left you a book, a letter and a handful of sand, what does you have to do with him?"

Although the doubts in his heart have become bigger and bigger like a snowball, such as what is the relationship between Huang Ze and Lin Chen, and why Huang Ze's attitude has taken a 180-degree turn, Xing Conglian did not ask about those idle gossip, he took out the evidence bag from his arms and handed it to Lin Chen.

In this world, there are too many people who love to explore others*, and there are also people who are born with many unspeakable secrets.

Then the right stop, like trust, is very valuable.

Lin Chen looked at the eyes of Xing Conglian who had heard the news seriously, and said very sincerely, "Thank you." ”

The torturer touched his head, but he was a little embarrassed. In fact, if it weren't for Fu Hao's question that he couldn't answer, then he should be having an in-depth discussion with Lin Chen on Huang Ze's question right now. He didn't dare to look at Lin Chen's eyes, his gaze drifted to the paper book in Lin Chen's hand, and his heart suddenly sank again: "Looking out of the window of his desk, I can just see your room." ”

When Lin Chen heard this, he stood in place.

"He's looking at me?"

"He's supposed to be watching you."

Because of the high fever, the fragments in Lin Chen's mind floated like a montage, those white sand tables, weird street markets, snow-white sheets, and bright red bloodstains, switching frame by frame, which was very confusing and painful.

A long time has passed, so long that the pictures have returned to the original point, and the raindrops on the eaves are almost gone.

Lin Chen stuffed the evidence bag back into the hand of the torturer and stepped forward again.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen's back and began to get angry again.

Lin Chen's appearance was obviously remembering something, and he obviously didn't want to say anything.

He could only speak at Lin Chen's back: "Yu Yanqing wrote to you, Feng Peilin looks at you every day, I don't have to ask about your past, but you must explain everything related to this case!" ”

His words were very straightforward, and Lin Chen's footsteps naturally stopped, but he didn't look back.

"What does the Captain need me to explain?" He asked, turning his back to the torturer.

"Do you know Feng Peilin?"

"Don't recognize?"

"Then why did he leave this letter for you, and what does the white sand in the letter mean?"

"It's very simple, because I have a sand table in my room, and he wants me to know that the analysis I made is just what he wants me to see, and he is provoking me."

"Why did he provoke you?"

"I don't know?"

"You don't know?" The criminal servant was speechless, "For more than three years, he has been peeping at you every day, creating murders, and provoking you, but you don't know why?" ”

Xing Conglian's words were very polite, and he was also ready for Lin Chen's unceremonious response, Lin Chen turned around slightly, but a smile appeared on his face.

It wasn't a ridicule or a sneer when he was angry, but just a simple laugh, as if the sentence had just asked, very, very interesting.

"Captain Torture, you may not know that in this world, there are a lot of people who want to provoke me, whether they are psychopaths or high-IQ criminals, really, very much, if I need to care about the motives behind every time they provoke me, then I don't have to live."

This was very reasonable, and the torturer was speechless for a moment.

"Why?" After holding it for a long time, he could only ask these three words.

"Because I was, really, really famous."

This was a proud word, but when it came out of Lin Chen's mouth, there was no sense of boasting.

On the contrary, it seems very honest, honest and cute.

If it was an ordinary person, he would probably laugh when he heard such words, but Xing Conglian was really not ordinary, he nodded, and said very seriously: "I think so, I have never seen someone as smart as you." ”

His eyes are beautiful, and when he looks down at you, his lake-green eyes seem to be as deep as the sea.

After all, there is a man of Italian descent, and when he praises people, he has a special racial advantage.

Lin Chen's face turned red unexpectedly.

This is an embarrassing thing, after all, a few seconds ago, his tone was still very impulsive, and he almost quarreled with the torturer, but after a few seconds, he was praised and blushed, obviously too unfocused.

The topic he opened could only be pulled away by himself, so he coughed lightly and asked, "Time is very tight, I think Feng Peilin is afraid that he will commit suicide." ”

"Yu Yanqing committed suicide, Feng Peilin also committed suicide?"

"Yu Yanqing is just a chess piece controlled by Feng Peilin, and Feng Peilin is probably using her to improve his ideas."

"What thoughts?"

"One can overcome the fear of death through guò training on death, which is the inference we have previously drawn." Lin Chen paused, and then said: "And the reason why I think Yu Yanqing is not the murderer behind the scenes is because she does not have sufficient motives to commit the crime. ”

"But Feng Peilin has it?"

"Yes, boys have a mother-love complex. If I'm not mistaken, Feng Peilin should have grown up in a single-parent family, and his mother Feng Xuejuan single-handedly raised him. You know, the distortion of children is often inseparable from the family. If I'm not mistaken, Feng Xuejuan should have a strong desire to control and must ask her son to act according to his own will......"

"Speaking of which, the teacher at your school seems to say that Feng Peilin will call his mother every time he arrives, this is because of Feng Xuejuan's request?"

Lin Chen nodded: "This kind of control will lead to two results." ”

"What result?"

"The first is extremely rebellious, and the second is extremely obedient, treating the mother as God and honoring her word as God's will."

Every time he analyzed the case with Lin Chen, the criminal servant couldn't help but shudder.

"What would you think if the goddess was seen by others before she died?"

Without waiting for Xing Conglian to say that this was too heavy, Lin Chen continued to ask, and Xing Conglian couldn't help but support each other with Fu Hao on the side.

Although he wanted to vomit, he had to admit that if this happened, he did have the urge to kill.

"Even if Feng Peilin was seen by unrelated people because of his mother's tragic situation before her death, so he wanted to kill these people, why did he use Yu Yanqing, and why did he have to design steps to overcome death?"

"Of course, it's because he's afraid of death." Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, as if to say that your question is too idiotic.

"Feng Peilin has a lot of fun playing with the dead, and he is still afraid of death?"

"To be precise, Feng Peilin's mother, Feng Xuejuan, is afraid of death." Lin Chen said a lot, a little uncomfortable, and his voice gradually became softer, "Do you remember the ward that Yu Yanqing cleaned, it was the oncology department." Feng Xuejuan had stomach cancer, which is one of the most painful diseases, and she committed suicide because she couldn't stand the torture of cancer, let alone the feeling of dying step by step......"

"So he is actually using Yu Yanqing to study how people can reduce the pain of facing death?" The convict reacted quickly.

"In this way, his research is very successful." Fu Hao couldn't help but interject, "Yu Yanqing committed suicide very simply. ”

"So, what about Feng Peilin?"

"This is the natural ending, and all his research is for himself to be able to go to death peacefully." Lin Chen's gaze fell far away, "We previously thought that Yu Yanqing's death training had four steps: getting close to the corpse, observing the murder, killing with his own hands, and committing suicide, but if he changed to Feng Peilin, this training should be five steps. ”

"Approaching the corpse, observing the murder, killing with your own hands, helping and watching Yu Yanqing commit suicide, and then commit suicide?" The torturer blurted out from Lian.

As soon as the words came out, he felt that there was something wrong with this: "But, who did Feng Peilin kill?" ”

"You can check if there are any homicides that the police have missed." Lin Chen said disapprerovitically.

If Lin Chen wants you to believe in something, then you will definitely be convinced.

Of course, the criminal Conglian trusted Lin Chen, so he quickly took out his phone and called the dynasty, asking to investigate the murder cases that had been missed in the last few days, and to check all the surveillance videos of Feng Peilin's possible locations.

Later, he called the traffic police department again, asking for full cooperation to deploy control and hunt down Feng Peilin throughout the city.

After a few phone calls, the torturer fell behind, and Lin Chen actually accompanied him, but it was Fu Hao, who was very heartless and walked in front.

Seeing that Xing Conglian finally hung up the phone, Lin Chen asked, "How is it?" ”

"Looking for a needle in a haystack, the police force is already limited during the recent tourism festival, and we need more time."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome." Lin Chen seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly raised his head, "I can be responsible for letting him appear, and you can decide the location." ”

His voice was weak, but terrifyingly serious.

Later, Xing Conglian thought that if he could find Lin Chen's abnormality at that time, maybe there would not be so many stories later.

But it's a pity that Lin Chen won't give him such time to react.

"I don't believe I can ask Feng Peilin to show up, then let's do an experiment, I want to eat Tianxingju at noon, you have a treat." Lin Chen glanced at Fu Hao's back, whispered to the torturer, and after speaking, he quickly walked to the small shop on the side of the road. Standing in front of the counter, I bought six planet cups for a dollar.

When the torturer connected to the Planet Cup handed by Lin Chen, he was still standing in place, not understanding what Lin Chen wanted to do.

He saw Lin Chen take two quick steps, catch up with Fu Hao, and put the remaining 5 planet cups in Fu Hao's hands.

"Eh, senior brother?" Fu Hao looked at the small snack in his hand in surprise.

"You've been doing well lately, and this is a reward for you."

Lin Chen blinked, and seeing such a vivid expression appear on Lin Chen's face, Fu Hao suddenly realized.

"Don't be like this, senior brother, I miss the old man too, I'm going to cry." Fu Hao said as he tore open the Planet Cup, "How many did you buy for a dollar?" ”

"Six." Lin Chen said, a rare smile appeared on his face, there was a dimple on his left cheek, like a flower blooming on the vast ice field, in the sun, subtle but gorgeous.

The torturer was stunned from behind, and couldn't help but hook Fu Hao's neck and asked, "Who is the old man, what kind of stalk is this?" ”

"The old man is our mentor, he likes the elder brother the most, every time we write a good paper, he buys us a planet cup as a reward, but the owner of our school shop sees that he is old, so he bullies him, and sells him 5 for a dollar every time, the old man has always thought that he has taken advantage of it, in fact, that thing can buy 6 for a dollar. Fu Hao laughed as he spoke.

Lin Chen was still smiling, and the atmosphere was very relaxed and leisurely: "Where are you going to eat?" He asked, seemingly casually.

"Celestial Star Residence." Fu Hao replied quickly.

Fu Hao's answer was very easy, but this sentence was tantamount to a thunderbolt when he heard it from Xing Conglian, he looked at Lin Chen incredulously, poked the top of Professor Fu's head, and opened his mouth.

Lin Chen seemed to see through Xing Conglian's thoughts, he turned around and pointed to the bus stop he was passing by just now, the station billboard was a photo of a Chinese restaurant, and on the restaurant plaque, the three big characters "Tianxingju" were chic and eye-catching.

"Our mentor is a loyal supporter of Tianxingju, and he is always there every time the teacher gathers."

"So you deliberately reminded Fu Hao of the old man just now?"

I hinted at Fu Hao with the Planet Cup, and Fu Hao glanced at the advertisement of Tianxingju just now, and he subconsciously hung this picture with the teacher. When I asked him where to eat, the advertising picture of Tianxingju was still placed in the easiest place in his mind to extract, so his first reaction, "Lin Chen was afraid that Xing Conglian would not understand, so he explained to Xing Conglian seriously."

"You're going to use this method to trap Feng Peilin?" Xing Conglian was skeptical, "He really knows how to jump in?" ”

"Trust me."