From easy to difficult, repeat the practice...
This is the learning method that human beings have mastered in the evolution of nearly 10,000 years. Then, learning to overcome is also learning.
"You mean, Yu Yanqing did all this to overcome the fear of death?"
Fu Hao came early, and before he had time to put down the warm milk and bread, he heard an important spoiler from Xing Conglian.
"Brother, do you have any new clues?"
"Have you heard of system desensitization?" Captain Xing asked proudly while sitting at the table.
Fu Hao hurriedly put down the plastic bag and ignored him, but leaned over to Lin Chen and asked, "System desensitization?"
Xing Conglian was completely ignored, but he was not angry. Instead, he rushed to Fu Hao to explain: "Yeah, Yu Yanqing should be using the method of systematic desensitization to ease his fear of death..."
"Be quiet." Fu Hao glared at Xing Conglian, then asked Lin Chen, "Senior brother, what's going on?"
"All the intentions of this case are closely related to death, and show a growing sense of fear. This is the conclusion we have reached earlier." Lin Chen coughed lightly. So easy: "But we have been missing a clue that can connect everything. It was Xiao Chuan who gave us this important hint."
Fu Hao saw that he glanced at the children sitting on the bench playing with their fingers, and said, "From the process of committing the crime, it is inferred that Yu Yanqing may have used a method of systematic desensitization to overcome his fear of death. The whole process should be divided into two parts. Four steps: First, she approached the corpse, imagining that she was dead, and slowly performed relaxation training to adapt to the distance from the corpse. Therefore, there are traces of being slept under the bed in the hospital mortuary, and dressing the corpse neatly also means that A respect for death."
Lin Chen paused and seemed to be thinking: "then watching a brutal murder scene and observing other people's reactions to death; secondly, killing a person with your own hands, watching him die in your hands, adapting to this kind of life disappearing process, which may be the reason why the exercising youth was killed."
Fu Hao only felt that the more he listened, the colder he became. His lips trembled slightly, and he asked softly, "Finally, is it suicide?"
"It's suicide."
He sucked in a breath of cold air, his teeth and cheeks were cold.
"So, we closed the case?" he asked tremblingly.
Yu Yanqing killed someone, left a suicide note, committed suicide, so perfect,
Lin Chen sat on the hard and cold wooden bench, put half-cold water on his fingers, tapped the wall of the cup intentionally or unintentionally, as if he didn't hear Fu Hao's question.
"It seems that it is not impossible to write a case closing report." Xing Conglian rubbed his fluffy beard with his palm, paused, and said, "But I always feel that something is missing."
It's like a terrifying fog, you have worked hard to walk through the fog, and in the end, you just touched a high wall.
Up and down towering, towering.
I want to say that this is also possible, but it seems that it is not enough.
"I want to take another look at Yu Yanqing's information." Lin Chen stopped tapping the wall of the cup and said lightly.
About half an hour later, a young, chatty technician stood by the door with his notebook in his arms.
He put on a black peaked cap with water dripping from the brim, and his eyes were sparkling. When he saw Xing Conglian, his tone was very sad: "Typhoon God, the car is so hard to hit."
Xing Conglian bit his cigarette and motioned him to sit down and work quickly.
So Dynasty chose a position close to Lin Chen, and while turning on the phone, he said, "Mr. Lin, do you want to play LOL or not, I'll teach you whether it's good or not."
Xing Conglian slapped him with a backhand: "Speed, where is Yu Yanqing's information?"
"Let me tell you, you're really overkill." Wang Chao's fingers twitched rapidly on the keyboard, and after a while, a detailed profile was revealed: "It's the same for Xiaolongbao to do these things." He After calling out the data, he shoved the mouse into Lin Chen's hand and leaned back on the chair.
Yu Yanqing's life has been organized in great detail, from where she lived when she was a child, which primary school she attended, to the recent medical insurance card records.
Lin Chen watched very quickly. From start to finish, it took less than five minutes.
He released the mouse and subconsciously, frowned.
Xing Conglian leaned over and asked, "Have you read it?"
"finish watching."
"What's the problem?"
"No problem."
Yu Yanqing is a very ordinary girl.
She was born in a small border town. After completing nine years of compulsory education, she went out to work. She worked as a waiter and a female factory worker. Later, she joined the "Haojia" labor service company and worked as a gardener in the city's third primary school. In order to make money, she spent her weekends Works as a part-time cleaner in the hospital.
Her resume is simple and clean. She is no different from thousands of country girls of the same age as her. The only difference is that at a very beautiful age, she chose to use the cruelest way to end her relationship with others. life.
Then, in the short period of his life, there must have been some powerful event that pushed her away from the flat trajectory that should have belonged to her.
However, in Yanqing's resume, he did not see such a thing appear.
After thinking for a long time, Lin Chen finally said again: "Her parents are still alive?"
"Yes." Dynasty nodded.
"All the old people in the family died when she was very young?"
"yes."
"That's weird."
Yu Yanqing's experience is simple and she has both parents. What has she experienced to become so obsessed with death
"Is it possible, what happened to the little girl in the hospital?"
Xing Conglian asked in a low voice, mysterious and unusual.
…
The hospital is the beginning of the incident, and they still have to go back to the hospital to trace the source.
Lin Chen got out of Xing Conglian's jeep. He looked up at the hospital sign, and an ambulance stopped beside him.
The car door opened, and the medical staff carried a stretcher out of the car. On the stretcher lay an old old man. Behind the old man was a pair of children. Shout out to mom.
Xing Conglian pushed open the door, only to see Lin Chen still looking back at the middle-aged brother and sister.
"What?" he asked.
"Actually, each of us has experienced this kind of moment. However, when normal people face the departure of their relatives, they will feel sad, sad and painful, but they will not have a sense of fear of death. Yu Yanqing is here, and he must experience What a special death."
Xing Conglian rubbed his beard and put his hand on the glass door.
After a while, Lin Chen raised his head, his expression quickly condensed: "The first time I received a letter was on July 13th, and then I received one every other week. The first time a neatly dressed male corpse appeared in the hospital, it was On September 7." He paused, then added: "So during this period of time, how many patients have passed away in the municipal hospital, and which of them died on the floor where Yanqing was responsible for cleaning, and Yu Yanqing was here. During this period, who has been in close contact with, please check all these."
Xing Conglian nodded and was about to go to the security department to inquire, but he just took two steps when he heard Lin Chen say behind him: "The date of death should be Wednesday, the patient may live on the seventh floor or in the seventh building. ."
"why?"
Xing Conglian felt like an idiot as soon as he asked the exit. July 13th and September 7th were both Wednesdays, and a letter was sent every other week. Even the time interval between the appearance of neatly dressed corpses in the hospital was exactly 7 days.
They used to think that this might just be the law of murderers committing crimes, but now it seems that there may be a deeper psychological reason.
Looking at Xing Conglian's back, Fu Hao stood beside Lin Chen and asked solemnly, "Senior brother, do you have any idea in your heart? Is this a simple murder case or..."
He hesitated, but Lin Chen didn't answer. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the snow-white walls of the hospital. His eyes followed the glass curtain wall and climbed to a very high floor.
"Go and see." Lin Chen said.
Fu Hao sighed deeply. Of course he knew how strict his brother was, but anything Lin Chen didn't want to say, it must be a secret before he opened his mouth to mention it.
The elevator quickly climbed up to the top floor, and the moment the elevator door opened again, three red letters "Oncology" came into view.
At that moment, even Fu Hao suddenly wanted to understand a lot of things.
Lin Chen coughed twice and walked at the end.
The oncology ward was unusually quiet, and occasionally there were elderly people walking around slowly, leaning on the railings.
At this moment, a nurse walked past an old man with the help of an old man. Lin Chen remembered that he seemed to have seen him a few days ago, so he walked up and patted the nurse on the shoulder.
The nurse raised his head strangely. Before he could speak, Lin Chen asked bluntly, "Hello, I would like to ask, do you know Yu Yanqing?"
The other party nodded and said in a disdainful tone, "What happened to her?"
"She's dead."
The man opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Suicide." He continued, "I don't mean to doubt you, I just want to know, who was Yu Yanqing in the hospital too secretly with?"
The nurse's face changed greatly: "It's not me! I didn't kill her!"
Lin Chen thought, of course it wasn't you, you didn't even know about Yu Yanqing's death, so how did you kill her
It was only at that moment that he suddenly realized that it wasn't necessarily what Yu Yanqing experienced that caused her to do those things. Maybe their direction at the beginning was wrong.
So, if it wasn't Yu Yanqing, who could make her do these things
Lin Chen frowned slightly, thinking of a possibility.
"I know it's not you." His voice calmed down, "I didn't mean to inquire about the relationship between you and Yu Yanqing, this is your privacy." The sand table model slowly outlined the "possibility", he said, "I would like to ask you to recall whether you have seen such a mother and son. The son is about 35-40 years old, and the mother is about 65 years old. The son's discipline is strict, you once thought that this old lady was so strong at her age, it was disgusting."
The interpretation of the sand table itself is a kind of arbitrary imagination. Lin Chen connected with what he felt when he visited the death scene many times. It was a strong confrontation between the external order and the internal chaos, and it was lost, lonely and helpless: "Then Son, I think you will be impressed. He is so submissive to his mother that you may think he is like a child who has not been weaned." He changed his tone, speaking more slowly, "But he is very Gentlemen, very well behaved, 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 number 3 in District 7, Yan Qing cleans that area."
"What's wrong with that mother?"
"Stomach cancer is particularly torturing." The nurse did not shy away at all.
"Did she… suicidal?"
The nurse was surprised, but nodded anyway.