From easy to difficult, repeat many times......

This is the learning method that human beings have mastered in the evolution of nearly 10,000 years, then, learning to overcome, in the same way, is also learning.

"What, you mean that Yu Yanqing is doing so much to overcome the fear of death?"

Fu Hao came early with him, and before he put down the hot milk bread, he heard an important spoiler for the torture company.

"Have you ever heard of system desensitization?" The captain of the torture team crossed Erlang's legs, very proud.

Fu Hao hurriedly put down the plastic bag, came to Lin Chen's side, and asked, "System desensitization?" ”

The criminal servant was completely ignored, but he was not angry, but rushed to explain to Fu Hao: "Yes, Yu Yanqing should be using the method of systematic desensitization to alleviate her fear of death......

"Shut up." Fu Hao stopped the sentence and asked Lin Chen instead: "Senior brother, what's going on?" ”

"All the intentions of this case, which are closely related to death, and present a sense of fear that is gradually amplified, is what we have come to before." Lin Chen coughed lightly, he said, but it was not as easy as Xing Conglian: "But we have always lacked a clue that runs everything through, and it was Xiaopang who gave us this important hint." He said, glancing at the child sitting on the bench playing with his fingers, "Inferring from the process of committing the crime, Yu Yanqing may have used a systematic desensitization method to overcome her fear of death, and the whole process should be divided into four steps: first, she approached the corpse, imagined that she was dead, and slowly did relaxation training to adapt to the distance from the corpse, so under the bed in the hospital morgue, there were traces of being slept on, and dressing the corpse neatly also showed a kind of respect for death." Lin Chen paused, as if thinking: "Then watch the scene of a brutal murder and observe the reaction of others to death; Kill a person with your own hands, watch him die at your hands, adapt to this process of life dissipation, the reason why the young man who exercised was killed. ”

Fu Hao only felt that the more he listened, the colder it became, his lips trembled slightly, and he asked softly: "In the end, is it suicide?" ”

"It's suicide."

Fu Hao gasped and felt his teeth and cheeks cold.

"So, we're closed?" He asked, trembling.

Yu Yanqing killed someone, left a suicide note, committed suicide, so perfect,

Lin Chen sat on the hard and cold wooden stool, his fingers on the half-cold water, and tapped the wall of the cup intentionally or unintentionally, as if he hadn't heard Fu Hao's question.

"It seems that it is not impossible to write a closing report." The convict rubbed his fluffy beard with the palm of his hand, paused, and said, "But I always feel that something is missing." ”

It's like a terrifying fog that you struggle to navigate through it, and in the end, you just touch a high wall.

Towering up and down, majestic.

It's okay to say so, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

"I want to take a look at Yu Yanqing's information again." Lin Chen stopped tapping on the wall of the cup and spoke lightly.

About half an hour later, a young chattering technician stood in the doorway with a notebook.

He wore a black peaked cap, the brim of the hat was dripping, his eyes were shining, and when he saw the punishment, his tone was very complaining: "Typhoon God, the car is so difficult to fight." ”

The torturer even bit his cigarette and motioned for him to sit down and work.

Wang Chao then picked a position close to Lin Chen's side, and said while turning on the machine: "Mr. Lin, if you don't play lol, I'll teach you whether it's good or not." ”

The torturer slapped him on the scalp with his backhand: "Speed, what about Yu Yanqing's information." ”

"I mean, you're really overkill." Wang Dynasty's fingers darted across the keyboard, and after a few moments, a detailed profile was revealed: "It's the same if you let Xiao Long Bao do these things." He called up the information, stuffed the mouse into Lin Chen's hand, and leaned back in the chair.

Yu Yanqing's life is sorted out in great detail, from where she lived when she was a child, which elementary school she attended, to her recent medical insurance card records.

Lin Chen saw it quickly, from beginning to end, it took less than five minutes.

The moment he released the mouse, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

The torturer Lian then leaned forward and asked, "Have you finished reading?" ”

"I'm done."

"What's the problem?"

"No problems."

Yu Yanqing is a very ordinary girl.

She was born in a small border town, after nine years of compulsory education, she went out to work, she worked as a waitress and factory worker, and later joined the "Good Family" labor company, working as a gardener in the city's third elementary school to maintain greenery, in order to make money, she would work as a part-time cleaner in the hospital on weekends. Her resume is simple and clean, no different from thousands of girls her age, the only difference is that she chose to end her life and others in the most cruel way at a very good age.

Then, in this very short time, there must be some powerful event that pushed her away from the flat trajectory that should have belonged to her.

However, he did not see such a thing.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Chen finally spoke again: "Her parents are still alive?" ”

"That's right." Wang Dynasty nodded.

"The old people in the family all passed away when she was very young?"

"yes."

"That's weird."

Yu Yanqing's experience is simple, her parents are complete, what did she go through to become so persistent in death.

"Could it be that the little girl is in the hospital, what happened?"

The torturer asked in a low voice, mysterious and abnormal.

―――

The hospital is the beginning of the incident.

Lin Chen got out of the car, and an ambulance also happened to brake sharply next to him.

The car door opened, the medical staff got out of the car carrying a stretcher, there was already a hospital bed waiting outside the car door, it was an old man who was over the age of old, the old man was followed by a pair of children, all crying and swollen eyes, Lin Chen passed by them, and heard them shouting for their mother while running.

The torturer pushed open the door, and Lin Chen was still looking back at the middle-aged brother and sister.

"How?"

"In fact, each of us has experienced this kind of moment, however, normal people will be sad, sad and painful in the face of the loss of their loved ones, but they will not have a sense of fear of death."

The torturer rubbed his beard and put his hand on the glass door.

After a while, Lin Chen raised his head, and his expression quickly condensed: "The first time I received a letter was on July 13th, and I received one every other week since then. The first time a well-dressed male corpse appeared in the hospital was on September 7. He looked at Xing Conglian and said, "During this time period, how many patients have passed away in the municipal hospital, which of them passed away on the floor that Yan Qing was responsible for cleaning, and who Yu Yanqing had a close relationship with during this period, all of these must be checked by you." ”

Xing Conglian nodded, and was about to go to the security department to inquire, but he had just taken two steps when he heard Lin Chen say behind him: "The date of death should be Wednesday, and the patient may live on the seventh floor or in the seventh building." ”

"Why?"

As soon as the convict asked, he felt that he was an idiot, July 13 and September 7 were both Wednesdays, a letter every other week, and even the time interval between the appearance of well-dressed corpses in the hospital was exactly 7 days.

They used to think that it might just be the pattern of the murderer's crimes, but now it seems that there may be a deeper reason.

After the criminal servant left, Fu Hao stood beside Lin Chen, he changed his appearance as a small follower in the past, and his expression was solemn: "Senior brother, do you have a count in your heart, is this a simple murder case, or is it a ......?"

He wanted to speak and stopped, but Lin Chen didn't answer, but instead raised his head, looked at the snow-white walls of the hospital, followed the glass window, and climbed to a very high floor.

"Go to 7 cuddles and have a look." He said.

Fu Hao let out a long sigh, of course he knew what kind of strict person Senior Brother was, but what Lin Chen didn't want to say, it must be a secret before he opened his mouth to mention it.

The elevator quickly climbed to the top floor, and the moment the elevator door opened again, the three red words "Oncology" came into view.

At that moment, even Fu Hao suddenly figured out a lot of things.

Lin Chen coughed twice in a low voice, and finally walked out of the elevator with Fu Hao.

The oncology ward is unusually quiet, and occasionally there are elderly people holding on to the railing and walking slowly.

At this moment, a nurse walked by with an old man, Lin Chen remembered that it was the nurse lying in the hospital corridor a few days ago, so he walked up and patted the other party's shoulder.

"Hello, I want to ask, do you know Yu Yanqing?" His question was straight to the point.

The other party nodded, and his tone was disdainful: "What's wrong with her?" ”

"She's dead."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Self-killing." He went on to add.

"I didn't doubt what you meant, I just wanted to know, did Yu Yanqing know any man in the hospital?"

The nurse's face changed drastically, but he didn't dare to speak.

"It's not me! I didn't kill her! ”

"I know it's not you." Lin Chen's voice calmed down, as if to ease the other party's anxiety and tension, "I don't mean to inquire about the relationship between you and Yu Yanqing, this is yours." He whispered, and the sand table model placed by the murderer came to his mind, "I would like to ask you to recall whether you have ever seen such a mother and son." There are only two people in the family, the son is about 35-40 years old, and the mother is about 65 years old. The mother is strict with her son, and you used to think that this old lady is still so strong at her age, which is very disgusting. ”

The interpretation of the sand table itself is a kind of arbitrary imagination, Lin Chen hooked up what he felt when he repeatedly visited the scene of death, it was a strong confrontation between the external order and the internal chaos, and it was confused and lonely and helpless, "That son, I think you will be impressed." He was so submissive to his mother that you might think he was an unweaned child. Lin Chen changed his tone, and the speed of his speech became slower and slower, "However, he is a gentleman, and his behavior is very standardized, and even, very charming." ”

The nurse suddenly looked up, as if remembering something.

"Who is it?

"The son of a patient who used to live in bed No. 3 in District 7, Yan Qing cleaned that area."

"What's wrong with that patient?"

"Stomach cancer is particularly tormenting." Caregivers don't shy away from it at all.

"The patient...... Is it self-killing? ”

The nurse was surprised, but nodded anyway.