I don't know who said that the most reasonable is the most unreasonable.
From the performance point of view, Yu Yanqing appeared outside the three crime scenes, and left a letter that can be said to be a suicide note, and then committed suicide. At the same time, in the room where she committed suicide, she discovered that she could indirectly prove that she created the long street. Evidence of the wounding case.
This is the most reasonable ring.
It's unreasonable because it's perfect.
"But the problem is that you have no evidence to prove that Yu Yanqing did not dare to commit suicide because she was afraid of death, because she was already dead." Xing Conglian said.
"I really have no evidence, I'm even convinced that she committed suicide." Lin Chen folded the letter in his hand: "I just want to know how she overcomes her instinct and uses a knife to separate her throat. Lin Chen was silent for a moment, as if looking for the right sentence, "People are always afraid of death, whether it is psychological or physiological, human beings have extremely complex self-protection mechanisms. Then, breaking through human nature and obstacles is never easy. Unless there is a strong motivation behind it.”
"It's not easy to want to die?" Xing Conglian wondered, "But you said that, I suddenly thought... The forensic doctor said just now that there is something wrong with the wound on Yu Yanqing's body."
"what?"
"She has different shades, old and new. She should have started self-mutilation very early. She made small wounds in some non-dangerous places first, and then the wounds slowly extended to the wrist, chest and neck..." Xing Cong Lianlian paused, "Finally, she cut her throat with a knife, but at that time, she didn't die immediately, she still struggled and inserted the knife into her heart."
After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen just lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.
The room fell into an unbearable silence, the sky was about to get dark again, and finally, Xing Conglian couldn't help but speak again.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
Lin Chen began to pack up the letter paper on the ground, and stuffed all the letters back into the envelope: "This shows that she is determined to die, with a serious attitude and firm will that are rarely seen."
Lin Chen's answer was very straightforward and straightforward. Anyone who has seen the scene will come to this conclusion.
Many people commit suicide because life is too painful to live without love, while Yu Yanqing seems to be simply in love with death.
If she just lay down under the corpse and kills because of the feeling of dying, it seems, it can make sense.
But all the problems will still return to the last three words.
Why
Xing Conglian wiped his face, he really couldn't understand this question.
"You said, what does it feel like when a person dies?"
Lin Chen took a deep breath and asked him.
"Don't you know if you try it?"
Looking at Lin Chen's troubled face, Xing Cong smiled at him.
…
Since ancient times, people have always been secretive about death.
It is too dangerous and terrifying, it represents the end of life, but occasionally, it also exudes a charming color, tempting to approach.
Lin Chen followed Xing Conglian and stood on the side of the road where Hua Deng was going up.
At this time, the wind is not strong, but the rain is very thin, and the street lights have a blurred halo.
Just in time for the rush hour, the intersections are full of traffic, the vehicles are wrapped in rainwater, whizzing past, the human voice, the horn, the engine sound, and countless sounds mixed together, making the scalp numb.
"Are you ready?" Xing Conglian asked him.
Before Lin Chen could react, he was grabbed and rushed towards the traffic.
The corner of his clothes had just crossed the headlights, and when he stepped back, he bumped into the rear of the car again. However, the punishment was so powerful that it was impossible to break free, so he could only be dragged and rushed forward unconsciously.
My shoulders hurt, but I didn't stop running. Every step was like stepping on death. I just passed through this traffic flow one second before, and another car ran over it the next second. The roar in the ear was enough to tear the eardrums. The sound of the wind was loud, and there seemed to be big hands in the air, pushing them into the abyss.
Jumping over the isolation belt, Lin Chen almost fell into the row of small pine trees.
Xing Conglian was gasping for breath while standing on the bike path, holding his hand tightly.
Behind the two, many drivers kept honking their horns. The closest to the two was an Audi. The driver lowered the window and cursed.
"Baby, how do you feel?" Xing Conglian laughed badly, as if he had no fear.
Lin Chen pulled back his hand and looked up at Xing Conglian: "I finally believe in one thing now..."
"What's up?"
"You really have exotic blood."
As a descendant of the fighting race, Xing Conglian is of course rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but even though he was very careful, Lin Chen was inevitably injured, his left leg was bruised, a large piece of green was left on his waist, and the road was a little unsteady.
When the two returned to school, Yu Yanqing's body had been transported away, and Fu Hao was also summoned.
Knowing that Xing Conglian actually brought Lin Chen to death, Professor Fu made three steps and two steps, jumped up, and hit Captain Xing heavily.
Captain Xing was stunned. After Professor Fu beat the man, he ignored him. Instead, he took Lin Chen's hand and checked it up and down. The words and actions were the same as the mother-in-law: "Senior brother, stay away from this kind of person in the future... "
"He doesn't want to die, you can't give up anymore..."
"Do you want to go to the hospital first? You should stay at my place at night. If the wound becomes inflamed, I can still take care of you..."
"You live in a school dormitory?" Xing Conglian immediately exposed Professor Fu as a proletarian when he heard this.
"Single dormitory!"
"But your brother is going to move, and your small dormitory can't hold your brother's big sand table."
Fu Hao was a simple person and didn't realize the problem. Instead, he rushed to punish Cong Lian and shouted, "Your house is also very small!"
Xing Conglian smiled: "But my family has a lot of houses."
"Where's your house?"
"Yan's Lane."
As a high-level intellectual, Professor Fu is very disgusted with this kind of pure copper-smelling dialogue. It's just that the literati still can't beat the rogue, because Captain Xing is the only car owner.
Waiting for Conglian to park the big jeep at the entrance of Yanjia Lane, the matter is a foregone conclusion.
In front of them are the ancient streets and houses with white walls and black tiles next to the streets. The captain of the punishment in the driver's seat said to Lin Chen, "Choose, where do you want to live?"
In the back seat, Fu Hao was drinking water. He held the mineral water bottle and trembled slightly, trying not to spill the water.
"You seem to have bought this street?" he mocked.
"I thought this place was good, so I bought it." Xing Conglian said casually, very confident and speechless.
Taking advantage of the gap between him going to the trunk to carry his luggage, Fu Hao quickly grabbed Lin Chen and whispered, "Senior brother, let me tell you, a man is the best face. You are upright, but don't expose Captain Xing."
Lin Chen nodded solemnly to express his understanding.
Sure enough, although he seemed to have bought Yanjiaxiang while talking, in fact, Xing Conglian still moved all Lin Chen's luggage back to his old house at No. 6 Yanjiaxiang.
The reason is also very appropriate: "The other houses have not been cleaned, and it is convenient to discuss the case when living together."
Lin Chen and Fu Hao looked at each other and nodded, expressing understanding.
It was already dark, and there was no good lighting in the old house. Xing Conglian 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, and could only appoint the ground to suck the noodles.
Xing Conglian also pulled out the ham sausage from the drawer, and divided one for each person, very generous.
Lin Chen tore open the plastic package and took a bite without disdain.
Fu Hao finally couldn't bear it anymore, he slammed the table, and the plastic fork in his hand smashed into slag: "Old Xing, do you know how bloody and cruel we were when we watched the murder scene today, and eating braised beef noodles is also a good thing. Forget it, what's going on with the ham?"
"Professor Fu, don't dislike it, it's not a case of dismembering a corpse, and ham is nothing..." Xing Conglian comforted him.
Fu Hao finally lost his appetite.
The rain started falling again, and for a while, only the crisp sound of rain hitting tiles remained in the old house.
Fu Hao propped his head up, looked at Lin Chen's profile as he was seriously drinking soup, and suddenly said, "Senior brother, I've always wondered, since Yu Yanqing has a crush on you, he wrote so many letters to you, but suddenly committed 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 seriously.
Professor Fu didn't know what he said wrong for a while, he blinked, carefully, 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."
Xing Conglian nodded, thinking of course I knew there was a problem here.
But under Lin Chen's glowing eyes, he only choked out 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. I have never understood where the internal order of these cases is." Lin Chen paused, and said to Xing Conglian, "Please find a support for me. Write." He said to Xing Conglian.
The pen and paper were quickly brought, Lin Chen pushed open the instant noodle bowl, and said to Hao, "You repeat the case process."
Fu Hao blurted out: "First, the deceased patient was found in the hospital mortuary dressed neatly. Then, the body of the old man appeared in the shop on the street. Then, the young man in the small park fell from the ring. Finally, Yu Yanqing committed suicide. …”
Fu Hao said while Lin Chen wrote, and finally, several key words appeared on the paper.
corpse → presenting a corpse → murder → suicide
These keywords are connected by arrows to form a circle.
Xing Conglian looked at the words written by Lin Chen, and also felt that he had touched the core of the whole thing, but it seemed that the most crucial part was missing.