When Fu Hao arrived, Lin Chen was sitting in his dormitory, only wearing a thin blanket, and his hair was not dry.

As soon as Professor Fu stepped into the cold room, he saw the white walls and the lonely wooden table, so he couldn't help but run to the side of the bed and said to Lin Chen: "Senior brother, this is not the place you should stay. ”

Lin Chen glanced at him and didn't speak.

"You move in with me!" He said cheerfully.

This time, the person who watched Professor Fu was replaced by the captain of the torture team.

Although Fu Hao didn't quite understand why the criminal conglian wanted to look at himself, as an expert who had studied psychology for many years, he clearly felt impatience in that gaze.

Replaced with a more easy-to-understand sentence: What are you talking nonsense about!

Fu Hao thought that he had disturbed his senior brother's thinking, so he immediately shut up, and he was not afraid of the cold on the ground, so he sat on the ground in front of Lin Chen very well-behaved.

Lin Chen didn't speak, Fu Hao thought for a long time alone, and tentatively spoke.

"Maybe, not a serial killer at all?"

Lin Chen nodded: "There is no evidence that these people died of murder. ”

He used his words cautiously, and the convict Lian, who was sitting on the side, suddenly spoke: "This morning, the forensic department issued a report that the ring in the park was artificially damaged. ”

Fu Hao replied to the criminal servant with a look of "why didn't you say it earlier", and the captain of the criminal police with a scruffy face was very innocent: "I don't have time to say it at all." ”

"Murder and non-murder are mixed up, and it's more complicated than just serial murder, you know?" Professor Fu said angrily, "Has the white sand been detected near the sand in the park, if there is white sand, you can put these cases together and conduct a joint investigation." ”

"It's not necessary." Lin Chen suddenly spoke, interrupting the argument between the two.

"What's unnecessary?"

"There's no need to go through the hassle of looking for small concepts in the big ones."

"You mean sand?"

Lin Chen nodded: "This is the only clue that can connect all the cases, isn't it?" Let's just think that there is indeed such a connection as zài, then, the question arises......" Lin Chen lowered his head and rubbed Fu Hao's head: "Why sand?" ”

Lin Chen asked, why sand.

Fu Hao thought, if I knew, I would have solved the case a long time ago.

But in front of Lin Chen, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only search for some possible answers: "Sha, something with a special intention?" ”

"Hmm." Lin Chen nodded and encouraged Fu Hao to continue.

"In Buddhism, there are words like 'Ganges sand', or 'one sand and one world, one leaf and one bodhi', but you said that the sand used by criminals is very special, it is the sand in the sand table game, so it ......"

"So, it's hard for us to analyze, what does this sand represent?" Lin Chen seemed to see through what Fu Hao was thinking, and said.

"Then, just talking about sand table games, the teacher didn't simply introduce them to us before, sand table therapy is to freely place characters on the sand to reflect the subconscious psychological state...... Could it be that the murderer is playing a game? Fu Hao asked.

Lin Chen looked at Fu Hao with a touch of appreciation in his eyes. He got up from his bed and pushed open a closed door inside.

With the slowly opening wooden door, a huge sky-blue sand table slowly revealed the whole picture.

The vast sea of sand seems to open up a new world in the whole space, and those delicate, white sand piles of high or low only make people feel vast.

On the wooden shelves on the side, there is an entire wall of pocket toys.

There are all kinds of villains, miniature daily necessities, and glittering car models......

Fu Hao and Xing Conglian stood beside them, only to feel that they were small for a moment.

"Do you remember the sand that the murderer put next to the corpse?" Lin Chen asked.

The torturer squeezed into the room in front of Fu Hao, so he was naturally asked by Lin Chen.

"Of course I do."

"We are always speculating about the murderer's purpose for putting down the sand, but in fact, thinking about it the other way, we can also infer his psychological state from his behavior."

Lin Chen took a villain from the wooden frame and put it in the sand table: "If he treats the city as his own sand table game, and then inadvertently puts down his toys, then, from the theory of sand table therapy, we also deduce his own psychological state." ”

"So, the more he does, the more he exposes himself step by step?"

Lin Chen didn't answer, but used his hand to push away the white sand in the sand table.

So in the vast sea of sand, a huge blue hole was revealed: "First of all, the distance between the crimes, whether in time or space, is far apart, and there is no pattern. The message he gave me was 'empty'. ”

As he spoke, he placed two other puppet toys on the sand table, "Secondly, since his behavior is disorderly, then he must have lost the strength to support, so his heart is chaotic. ”

Lin Chen didn't care about the expressions of the two people behind him, but grabbed a handful of sand, and the fine sand fell one after another, and some of them floated to the toy: "The last ......" Lin Chen slowly said: "It's death." ”

"What death?" Xing Conglian and Fu Hao asked in unison.

Lin Chen didn't answer this question immediately, but just whispered: "Death is a narrow and broad concept, but there is no doubt that under the hospital bed, on that long street, and in the small park, there is an atmosphere of death, which is the atmosphere deliberately created by the murderer, he wants to make people afraid and tremble about death, this atmosphere about death is gradually amplified and gradually intensified...... Because of this, it can also be speculated that ......"

"Speculate on what?"

"If it were for me to analyze his sand table game, I would speculate that he should subconsciously be extremely afraid of death, maybe his loved ones died, or maybe he experienced massacre, in short, death had brought him extreme pain......" Lin Chen finished speaking, softly, by mistake.

It's magical, it's weird, it's weird......

This is all the feelings of the criminal conglian from the beginning to the end, Lin Chen just fiddled with the sand a few times, and then made a series of inferences, intellectually speaking, every word Lin Chen said was too mysterious, and even did not have any direct effect on solving the case.

But from an irrational point of view, he seemed to feel that every word of Lin Chen was very reasonable.

The key problem is that he actually believed.

It was nearly late afternoon on another day, and it was only 48 hours before the slashing case occurred in the vegetable market.

Because he hadn't slept all night and had spent too much effort, Lin Chen seemed extremely tired, so he changed into dry clothes and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Professor Fu also wanted to accompany his senior brother more, but was dragged away by the convict.

In fact, the criminal congregation didn't really want to leave.

But he had resisted the chief's life-threatening series of calls in the afternoon, and when he was about to get off work, he really never wanted to go back if he didn't go back to the police station.

―――

The old director was still drinking tea in his office.

Seeing his subordinates rushing back, he first signaled the other party to close the door, and then invited the other party to sit down.

As soon as the torturer returned, he didn't have time to inquire about the shape from his subordinates, so he had to stare at the leader's face, trying to find clues from the face with wrinkled skin and smooth top of his head.

"I heard that you took Lin Chen to the hospital?" The old director took a sip of tea and asked.

"yes, I went." Xing Conglian said very casually.

The director glanced at his subordinates who were sitting on the sofa and completely unrepentant, and he was simply angry.

"What did I tell you in the morning!"

"You said don't involve him in the investigation of the case."

"Then why don't you listen?"

"Because of your reasons, you can't convince me, just because you're afraid of others reporting?" The convict snorted and took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, but because of the heavy rain, the integrated cigarettes were already soaked, and he became a little annoyed: "I can receive this kind of report every day, because someone didn't let Lin Chen participate in the investigation, we were obedient, where did this underworld force come from?" ”

"It's about the evil forces!"

"Then which leader did you sue me to say hello, and I also wrote a report letter to expose him?"

"Are you questioning the purity of our team?"

"Who is that, which one is playing, the president is crazy and cool?" The torturer wiped his beard and asked with a smile.

"Why the are you disturbing people's lives!" The director seemed to be unable to endure the torture anymore, and slammed the table: "Do you know who that is, you don't know anything!" ”

The torturer was suddenly yelled at and didn't know how to refute it.

Yes, he and Lin Chen have only known each other for more than a day, and Lin Chen is silent, and all the words they say add up to less than a hundred.

Even Fu Hao knew Lin Chen a lot better than him, and from any point of view, he was only half a stranger to Lin Chen.

Thinking of this, Xing Conglian looked at his leader very seriously and asked, "Can you sue me for his story?" ”

The director was stunned.

Looking at his subordinates' sincere, expectant, and even slightly sad eyes, he picked up the teacup and took a sip before he restrained the idea of telling a story.

"Aren't you on good terms with Lin Chen?" The director smiled, "Go ask him yourself." ”

When you desperately want to know something, but there are always people who don't know about it, that feeling is the most crazy.

The convict rubbed his hair, stood up angrily, and prepared to leave.

His hand was on the doorknob, and the voice of the old director suddenly came from behind him: "Have you heard of the Chen Foundation?" ”

"The one who is engaged in real estate, it seems to be very rich?"

"Not very rich, but very rich."

"It's just that they are staring at Lin Chen?"

"Yes, the boss of the Chen family, it's very difficult."

"Is it great to be rich, my family is also rich." The young detective with messy hair said disapprerovingly.