Torture Conglian doesn't look like a serious person.

His hair was messy and his beard was unkempt, and because he was traveling with Lin Chen in plain clothes today, he was still wearing a white T that was stained with mud and water earlier, with beach pants and flip-flops that didn't talk about it, and he looked very sour.

Therefore, even if he shows his police ID, in the eyes of the principal of the city's third elementary school, he is just a little policeman.

He was, indeed, just a little cop.

"This police officer, it seems that the internal affairs of our school have nothing to do with you, right?" The headmaster held his stomach and looked at the police officers coming from a distance.

"Of course."

The torturer walked very slowly, and when he walked to Lin Chen's side, he just took out a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Then why didn't you investigate the case at the scene?"

Although the torturer even had an expression that Lao Tzu liked to go where to go and what was about your, he still replied very strictly: "I'll take evidence." As he spoke, as if he was holding back some discomfort, he stuffed the cigarette back into his cigarette case.

"And what do you mean?"

"I just heard that you seem to be dissatisfied with our police investigation, so I came over and asked."

Xing Conglian was very close to Lin Chen, he was born tall, and he looked like a big brother who wanted to be angry for his younger brother.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to meddle in the dismissal of employees within our school." The principal's tone was strange, more like he was blocking the words of the Conglian, he pointed at Lin Chen, and said, "This dormitory manager is a temporary worker, but I will also pay enough severance pay, so I really don't bother you." ”

Xing Conglian didn't speak, she was thinking about the question very strictly.

As a police officer, he has too many ways to embarrass the school and easily keep Lin Chen's job.

In fact, before coming here, he had also thought of many, many ways to stand up for Lin Chen, but when Lin Chen was really in trouble, he suddenly found that he was a policeman.

Because he was a police officer, he couldn't use any of the methods he thought.

This fact is very embarrassing.

Xing Conglian thought for a long time, and finally, he glanced to the right in annoyance, and said to Lin Chen, "I really can't interfere." ”

Lin Chen seemed to understand the mood of the torture servant, and nodded, as if relieved: "I understand." ”

"Shall we pack up our things, then?"

"Okay."

The conversation was very simple, so simple that the three people in suits at the door felt embarrassed.

Then, the criminal conglian did something that made the three people present feel even more embarrassed.

He raised his palm, fanned it to the side, and said to the three of them, "Then, please let me make you?" ”

Chen Ping didn't move, he had been watching the torture company.

In the news from others, Lin Chen did have a policeman by his side, and that was the captain of the Hongjing Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Lin Chen has always been picky when he chooses friends, so Chen Ping is very careful to observe Xing Conglian, and from his lazy clothes, he can see his unshaven face, but the only thing that attracts Chen Ping's attention is those eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful, cunning and intelligent, and the key problem is that those eyes are very clean.

How to describe this kind of cleanliness?

For example, Lin Chen's eyes are also very clean, like snow on the edge or water turned into snow, clear and cold, so that you sometimes don't even dare to look at him; Then the officer's eyes are vast and profound, and because of this, after being clean, he must add three other words: can't see through.

Although he can't see through it, as the housekeeper of a top rich family, Chen Ping realizes a truth.

In the face of money, no matter how hard the bones are, they will be smashed.

So, Chen Ping took out the business card holder, the gorgeous metal box opened and closed, he took out a business card, and called: "Captain Torture." ”

At this time, the criminal conglian had already squeezed into the house with Lin Chen, and when he heard someone calling him behind him, he didn't look back, but asked Lin Chen: "I don't answer, isn't it good?" ”

"Like, it's really not good."

"Damn the charter." The torturer muttered, turned his head, forced a smile on his face, and asked, "This gentleman, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

"The contemptible person is the housekeeper of the Chen family, and I have heard the name of the captain of the torture team for a long time, and I want to talk to you about something, this is my business card."

Chen Ping handed out a piece of paper embossed with dark gold and held it in the air.

The other side has not taken it for a long time.

The torturer touched his beard and asked Lin Chen again: "Is he bribing me?" ”

"You're saying too loud."

"Of course you have to be louder, otherwise what if others misunderstand me?" The criminal servant said very distressedly: "We grassroots civil servants are most afraid of this kind of trouble, do you know? ”

The torturer even looks like I'm very incorruptible.

Lin Chen continued to nod his head, indicating his understanding, he walked to the door, bowed slightly to the three people outside the door, and then no one expected that he would close the door casually.

"The trouble is solved." He said to the Torture Conglian.

The torturer was stunned for a moment.

A moment later, laughter erupted in the room. Leaving the three people outside the door, they looked at each other awkwardly.

This is the second time that the convict has come to Lin Chen's small dormitory, and of course, it should be the last.

He crawled to the bottom of the bed, and under Lin Chen's instructions, he took out a large cardboard box from under the simple wooden bed.

"You can come to live in my house, my house is quite big." Xing Conglian gently brushed away the thin ash on the box, pretending to be relaxed, and glanced at Lin Chen.

"You're not here to get the letter, what's wrong?"

Xing Conglian sighed, it is really troublesome to have a friend who understands people's hearts.

"Two things."

"Huh?"

"First, Yu Yanqing should have died by suicide. Second, we found some injections in the tool room just now. ”

"What injection?"

"Phenylacetone."

"Doping?" Lin Chen frowned with difficulty: "A large dose of stimulants can indeed cause people to go insane, and the fruit stall owner who went crazy and cut people before should have taken similar medicines, which makes sense, but it is very strange......"

"It's strange of course that when you need a clue, what clue comes to you." The convict sat down on the ground and said disapprovingly.

When talking to smart people, it is true that there is a sense of inspiration occasionally.

Lin Chen also sat down on the side, he didn't speak, but opened the cardboard box in front of him.

Xing Conglian had also thought that he would see a lot of letters in the box, but he never thought that he would see so many letters.

The letters, which filled the entire cardboard box, even fell down a few as soon as they were opened.

The convict Lian was dumbfounded.

Lin Chen didn't care about the officer's expression, he quickly sorted the letters in the box, picked out some of them and put them on the ground, and re-stuffed some of them into the box, and finally, he resealed the cardboard box, and there were more than ten neatly stacked letters on the ground.

From beginning to end, the indescribable flow is swift and smooth.

"Which ones are inside?" The torturer asked tentatively.

"Letters sent by others."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"Nope."

"Who wrote you so many letters?" As he spoke, he always felt that his tone was too gossipy.

"Are we acquainted?"

"Like, I'm not very familiar with it." The torture servant said with some grievances.

"Then why should I sue you?"

Xing Conglian didn't know how to answer, remembering Professor Fu's dog-legged attitude when he first saw Lin Chen, he had no choice but to draw a gourd in the same way, put his chin on the box, and looked at Lin Chen.

As if he couldn't stand the innocent eyes of the half-breed children, Lin Chen had no choice but to add again: "Similarly, I am not familiar with these people who sent letters, why should I read it?"

"Like, it makes sense." Torture Conglian said.

The room was quiet and there was no sound of rain outside.

Lin Chen opened a letter and read it carefully, and in the same way, the torture conglian was also reading the letter.

Compared with Lin Chen, his reading speed was extremely fast, and after a short time, he finished reading all the letters, and he touched the goosebumps all over his body, only to feel a chill rising from his back.

"It's scary." pushed a few letters to Lin Chen: "These, all of them are talking about how painful people are when they die. Then he picked up another one and shook the letterhead: "Who said, 'Give me a dozen babies, and I can turn them into whatever you want?'" ”

Lin Chen put down the letter and looked at Xing Conglian: "That is the view of Watson, the founder of behaviorism in the school of psychology. ”

"So, Yu Yanqing is still a psychologist?" The torturer touched the brown beard on his chin: "So she put sand next to the corpse because there is a sand table in your room, and she specially went to study the sand table game?" ”

Lin Chen lowered his eyes: "If she treats the whole thing as a huge sandbox game, then she is obviously presenting death and forcing us to face death, but in the same way, these behaviors also project ......"

"Projected out of what?"

"She was subconscious, terribly afraid of death." Lin Chen said word by word.

Xing Conglian raised his head suddenly, and suddenly thought of something: "But the problem is! ”

"If she is afraid of death, how dare she kill herself?" Lin Chen said lightly.