Xing Cong Lian thought, three years.
For three years, Feng Peilin has been observing Lin Chen.
No matter when the weather is fine or when it is rainy, Feng Peilin always sits quietly by the window, looking at the young man who is quieter than him in the dormitory station opposite.
He might watch Lin Chen read and write, or he might watch Lin Chen talking with the children.
No matter what Lin Chen does, not far from him, there is always a pair of eyes that follow him, like thorns on his back, or more terrifying than thorns.
Thinking of this, Xing Conglian couldn't help shivering.
With a book, a letter and a handful of sand, he returned to the police station.
The blunt chat in the police station had long since ended, and the atmosphere was cold and calm.
Lin Chen slept lightly on the chair, with a police uniform covering his body.
The silver star shone on the police uniform. Inspector Huang was sitting next to him in a white shirt, with his left leg on his right, turning over the notes in his hand, while he was holding a cup of warm water in the other hand.
Xing Conglian was stunned at the door. There were so many chairs in the room, but Huang Ze sat beside Lin Chen.
Inspector Huang sat so naturally again, as if he should be sitting there.
Xing Conglian was a little unhappy.
Fu Hao got out from behind Xing Conglian, glanced at the situation in the office, and hurriedly pulled the person who was stunned at the door into the room.
Lin Chen just opened his eyes.
Seeing them returning, he stood up and hung the clothes on the armrest without looking at Huang Ze.
"I have a fever and need antipyretics."
Lin Chen's tone was weak and his request was blunt. The purpose of wanting to leave the police station was too obvious and undisguised.
Huang Ze laughed in his seat and put down the notebook at hand.
Just when Xing Conglian thought that Huang Ze would say something like "It is forbidden to deal with personal affairs during official hours", he heard Huang Ze say: "Remember to buy aspirin, he is allergic to most antibiotics."
Xing Conglian was even more angry.
…
Perhaps the typhoon was about to land, and the entire city was enveloped in the eye of the wind, but the rain stopped.
Lin Chen's footsteps were vain, but he insisted on walking. Xing Conglian couldn't beat him, so he had to walk beside him, and Fu Hao walked at the end with a guilty conscience.
The footsteps fell on the bluestone slab dripping with rain, kicking and stepping, sticky and greasy.
Although the doubts in his heart have grown like snowballs, such as what is the relationship between Huang Ze and Lin Chen, and why Huang Ze's attitude has made a 180-degree turn, but Xing Conglian did not ask those idle gossip , he took out the evidence bag from his arms and handed it to Lin Chen: "Feng Peilin left you a book, a letter and a handful of sand. What is your relationship with him?"
Lin Chen was a little stunned.
But the reason for being stunned is not because Feng Peilin left him something, but because Xing Conglian didn't ask him any questions related to Huang Ze.
In this world, there are too many people who love to explore the privacy of others, but few people can hold back their curiosity about those hidden things in their hearts.
Lin Chen raised his head, looked at Xing Conglian, and said very sincerely, "Thank you."
Xing Cong shook his head and continued: "Looking out of the window of his desk, I can just see your room."
When Lin Chen heard this, he stood there.
"He's looking at me?"
"He should be looking at you."
Because of the high fever, the fragments in his mind flashed like a montage. The white sand table, the weird street market, the snow-white sheets, and the bright red bloodstains switched frame by frame, which was very confusing and painful.
A long time has passed, until all the pictures return to the original point of origin, and until the raindrops on the eaves are about to fall.
He stuffed the evidence bag back into Xing Conglian's hands and started again.
Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen's back and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Lin Chen's appearance obviously remembered something, and obviously he didn't want to say anything.
So he could only speak to Lin Chen's back, although he didn't want to, he had to pretend to be aggressive: "Yu Yanqing wrote to you, Feng Peilin looks at you every day, I don't need to ask about your past, but with this Everything about the case, you have to make it clear."
His words were very straightforward, and Lin Chen's footsteps naturally stopped: "What does Captain Xing need me to explain?"
Lin Chen turned his back to him and asked in front of him.
"Do you know Feng Peilin?"
"do not know?"
"Then why did he leave this letter to you, what does the white sand in the letter mean?"
"It's very simple, because I have a sand table in my room, and he wants me to know that all the analysis I've made is just what he wants me to see, and he's provoking me."
"Why did he provoke you?"
"I have no idea?"
"You don't know?" Xing Conglian was speechless. "For more than three years, he peeped at you every day, made murders, and provoked you, but you don't know why?"
Xing Conglian's words were very rude, and he also prepared for Lin Chen's rude response, Lin Chen turned around slightly, but a smile appeared on his face.
It wasn't a mockery or a sneer when he was angry, but a very simple laugh, as if Xing Conglian's question just now was very, very interesting.
"Captain Xing, you may not know that there are really many people in this world who want to provoke me, whether they are psychopaths or criminals with high IQs, if I need to care about the motives behind every time they provoke me , then I can live without it."
These words made sense, and Xing Conglian was immediately speechless.
"Why?" He could only ask these three words.
"Because I was, really famous."
This is a proud word, but it came out of Lin Chen's mouth without any boasting.
On the contrary, it seems very honest, honest and lovely.
If it was an ordinary person, he would probably laugh when he heard this, but Xing Conglian was indeed unusual. He nodded and said seriously: "I think so too, I have never met someone as smart as you."
His eyes are very beautiful, and when he looks down at you, his lake-green eyes are as deep as the sea.
After all, he is a man of exotic blood. When he praises people, he has a special racial advantage.
Lin Chen's face turned red unexpectedly.
This is an embarrassing thing. After all, in the first few seconds, his tone was still very sharp, and he almost quarreled with Xing Conglian, but after a few seconds, he was praised and blushed, obviously he was too unfocused.
The topic he opened can only be opened by himself, so he coughed lightly and asked, "The time is very short, I think Feng Peilin may commit suicide."
"Yu Yanqing committed suicide, and Feng Peilin also commits suicide?"
"Yu Yanqing is just a chess piece controlled by Feng Peilin, and Feng Peilin may be using her to perfect his ideas."
"what idea?"
"People can overcome the fear of death through training about death. This is the inference we have drawn earlier." Lin Chen paused, and then said: "And the reason why I think Yu Yanqing is not the murderer is because she There was no sufficient motive for the crime."
"But Feng Peilin has it?"
"Yes, all boys have an Oedipal complex. If I'm not wrong, Feng Peilin should have grown up in a single-parent family, and his mother Feng Xuejuan brought him up. You know, children's distortions are often inseparable from the family. If I still If you guessed correctly, Feng Xuejuan should have a strong desire to control and must ask her son to act according to his own will..."
"Speaking of which, the teacher at your school seems to be saying that Feng Peilin calls his mother every time he arrives at the designated time. Is this because of Feng Xuejuan's request?"
Lin Chen nodded: "Such control will lead to two results."
"What result?"
"The first is extreme rebelliousness, and the second is extreme obedience, treating mother as a god and honoring her words as honoring the will of God."
Xing Conglian couldn't help shivering.
"If you were Feng Peilin, what would you think of your goddess's tragic state of being smashed into flesh before she died, what would you think?" Before he could express that it was too heavy, Lin Chen continued to ask.
Although he wanted to vomit, Xing Conglian had to admit that if he was Feng Peilin and his mother, who was revered as a god, died tragically in front of others, he did have the urge to kill.
"Even if Feng Peilin was seen by unrelated people because of his mother's tragic situation before his death, so he wanted to kill these people, but why did he use Yanqing, and why did he devise steps to overcome death?"
"Of course it's because he's afraid of death." Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, as if to say that your question is too idiotic.
"Feng Peilin has a lot of fun playing with the dead, and is he afraid of death?"
"To be precise, Feng Peilin's mother, Feng Xuejuan, was afraid of death." Lin Chen said a lot, his voice was hoarse, and the volume gradually became lighter, "Do you remember the ward that Yu Yanqing cleaned, there is an oncology department. And Feng Xuejuan got it. It was stomach cancer, one of the most painful diseases. She committed suicide because she couldn't stand the torture of cancer, and she couldn't stand the feeling of dying step by step..."
"So he is actually using Yanqing to study how to reduce the pain in the face of death?" Xing Conglian responded quickly.
"In this way, his research is very successful." Fu Hao couldn't help but interject, "Yu Yanqing committed suicide very simply."
"So, what about Feng Peilin?" Xing Conglian asked.
"All his research is for his own peaceful death." Lin Chen's eyes fell far away, "We previously thought that Yu Yanqing's death training had four steps: approaching the corpse, observing the murder case, and killing himself. , suicide, but if Feng Peilin is replaced, this training should be five steps."
"Get close to the corpse, observe the murder, kill with your own hands, help and watch Yu Yanqing commit suicide, and then commit suicide?" Xing Conglian blurted out.
After the words were out of his mouth, he felt that there were some problems: "But, who did Feng Peilin kill?"
"You can check to see if there are any murder cases that the police missed." Lin Chen said indifferently.
If Lin Chen wants you to believe in one thing, then you will definitely believe it.
Xing Conglian of course trusted Lin Chen, so he quickly took out his phone and called Wang Dynasty, asking to investigate the homicides that had been missed in recent days, and to check all the surveillance videos where Feng Peilin might have appeared.
Afterwards, he called the traffic police department again and asked for full cooperation to set up a city-wide control and hunt down Feng Peilin.
After a few phone calls, Xing Conglian fell behind, Lin Chen actually accompanied him, but Fu Hao, who was very careless, walked in front.
Seeing that he finally hung up the phone, Lin Chen asked, "How is it?"
"Looking for a needle in a haystack, the police force is limited in the recent tourism festival, and we need more time."
"Actually, there's no need to be so troublesome." Lin Chen seemed to have made up his mind, raised his head suddenly, and said, "I can be responsible for letting him appear, and you can decide the location."
His voice was weak, but serious and terrifying.
Later, Xing Conglian thought that if he could discover Lin Chen's anomaly at that time, there might not be so many stories after that.
But unfortunately, Lin Chen would not give him such reaction time.
"I don't believe I can invite Feng Peilin to show up. Let's do an experiment. I want to eat Tianxingju at noon, so you treat me." Lin Chen glanced at Fu Hao's back and whispered to Xing Conglian. Quickly walked to the small shop on the side of the road. Standing at the counter, I bought six planetary cups for a dollar.
When Xing Cong was connected to the planetary cup that Lin Chen handed over, he still stood there, and didn't understand what Lin Chen wanted to do.
But he saw Lin Chen take two quick steps, catch up with Fu Hao, and put all the remaining 5 planetary cups in Fu Hao's hands.
"Hey, Senior Brother?" Fu Hao looked at the snacks in his hand in surprise.
"You have performed well recently, and this is your reward."
Lin Chen blinked, seeing such a vivid expression on Lin Chen's face, Fu Hao suddenly realized.
"Don't be like this, senior brother, you make me miss the old man too. I'm going to cry." Fu Hao said, tearing open the planetary cup, "How many did you buy for one dollar?"
"Six." Lin Chen said, with a rare smile on his face, subtle but gorgeous in the sun.
Xing Conglian was stunned from behind, he couldn't help tugging at Fu Hao's neck, leaned over and asked, "Who is the old man, what is this?"
"The old man is our tutor. He likes the senior brother the most. Every time we write well, he will buy us a planetary cup as a reward, but the owner of our school shop will bully him when he sees that he is old. They all sold him 5 for a dollar, and the old man always thought that he had taken advantage of it, but in fact, he could buy 6 of that thing for a dollar. Fu Hao laughed while talking.
Lin Chen was still laughing, the atmosphere was very relaxed and leisurely: "Where to wait for dinner?" He asked seemingly casually.
"Tianxingju." Fu Hao quickly replied.
Fu Hao's answer was very easy, but when Xing Conglian heard these words, it was like a thunderbolt. He looked at Lin Chen in disbelief, poked Professor Fu's head, and opened his mouth.
Lin Chen seemed to see through his thoughts, turned around and pointed to the bus stop he just passed by. The billboard at the station was a photo of a Chinese restaurant. On the plaque of the restaurant, the three characters "Tianxingju" were handsome and dazzling.
"Our mentor is a loyal supporter of Tianxingju. Every time the teacher gathers, he is always there."
"So you just made Fu Hao think of the old man on purpose?"
"I took the Star Cup and the teacher hinted to Fu Hao, and Fu Hao glanced at the advertisement of Tianxingju just now, and subconsciously, he hooked up this picture with the teacher. When I asked him where to eat, The advertisement image of Tianxingju is still placed in the easiest place in his mind to extract, so his first reaction is there." Lin Chensheng explained to him earnestly, fearing that Conglian would not understand the punishment.
"Are you going to use this method to confuse Feng Peilin?" Xing Conglian expressed doubts, "Is he really going to jump in?"
"Believe me."