During dinner, the citizens of Hongjing City unexpectedly discovered that the promotional video of the Tourism Festival had been shown on the TV for more than half a month, and it had changed to a new style.
With the sound of the piano, the TV screen gradually brightened, and a piece of emerald-colored river water slowly appeared on the screen.
There were a few ducklings playing in the river, shaking their heads as if they were in a hurry to get home.
"one two three four five six seven… "
The immature child's voice overwhelmed the crisp sound of the piano, and an old man with his grandson appeared by the stone arch bridge. The little boy's footsteps were unsteady, and he counted the steps up and down again and again, extremely excited.
The camera moved to the other side of the bridge, and a traveler with a backpack was standing beside the bridge. He was stunned for a moment, and then read out the couplet on the stone pillar of the arch bridge: "The lips of the boat are green in spring, and the sunset at the ferry port in autumn is red."
The traveler's voice is far and good, making people feel that their teeth and cheeks are fragrant.
After that, the traveler gradually drifted away, and the camera followed the traveler's footsteps to the edge of an open river, where the river was full of air and turbulent.
The camera swept across the bridge across the river, and finally landed on the three words "Taiqian Bridge".
The soundtrack stopped suddenly, and the pretty face of the female anchor appeared again.
"The following is an urgent news. On the 10th of this month, a vicious murder occurred in the urban area. The suspect Feng Peilin, male, 37 years old, the police reminded that this person is extremely dangerous. If you see this person, please call the police in time."
The female anchor's voice was solemn, and Feng Peilin's photo appeared at the top left of the screen. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was mocking something.
This short film is naturally the trap that Lin Chen used to trap Feng Peilin.
In this regard, Lin Chen's explanation is that any prisoner has his "psychological point of belonging". Just like when people go shopping, they subconsciously choose the most convenient place. When suspects commit crimes, they will also focus on making them feel at ease or having special place of meaning.
The places where Feng Peilin committed crimes were all within an area with a radius of 1.5 kilometers and a radius of 1.5 kilometers. Taiqian Bridge happened to be in this area.
What is even more wonderful is that the river under the bridge is abundant, and the water represents the initial surging of life, which is also related to the intention of the sand table.
In order to satisfy the suspects with obsessive-compulsive disorder about the number seven, a total of 7 little ducks and the number seven appeared in the short film, all of which will make Feng Peilin feel comfortable.
And Taiqianqiao is Qibi again. In Feng Peilin's subconscious, he would think that this place is very heartfelt.
If it is said that An Ning and the peaceful short film is to evoke Feng Peilin's good memories, then the broadcast of the arrest warrant is to let Feng Peilin know that the police are looking for him, which will force him to speed up his actions.
Under the dual magic of unconscious memory and external pressure, he will definitely choose Taiqianqiao.
Staring at Feng Peilin's pale and handsome face, someone raised the remote control and turned off the TV.
The screen went dark, the lamp on the table still glowed warmly, and of course, there was another spot that was bright.
That's the reflection on the top of the head.
"Inspector Huang, why did you suddenly think that you are going to find my old man for tea?" In the police chief's office, the old chief held a tea jar and took a sip, not mentioning the promotional video in the news just now. .
Huang Ze sat opposite the old director, poured a bowl of tea with a smile, and gently pushed it in front of the old director: "I'm here this time mainly to meet you."
The old director couldn't help taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes, as if enjoying the quiet and distant fragrance of tea in the dark night, as if he didn't hear what he said at all.
But Huang Ze was not angry because of such ignorance, he was waiting, and such waiting represented respect.
After a long time, the aroma of tea in the room faded, and the old man at the table couldn't hold back: "Young Master Huang, you're too polite, you're too polite."
The old director took the tea cup and drank it all in one go. He moved casually and looked like he was drinking a cup of tea for a dollar on the side of the road, no different.
"That's right." Huang Ze filled the teacup again, "My friends from other families want to ask you, Uncle Shi, what exactly do you mean?" Huang Ze didn't have time for the old man to laugh, he was straightforward: "No With your acquiescence, it is impossible for Lin Chen to participate in the investigation of this case, what exactly do you mean?"
Huang Ze asked "what do you mean" twice, which is very interesting in itself.
A person with an identity like Huang Ze rarely needs to express his emotions and positions through emphasized sentences, but he asked twice.
This shows that the old man really annoyed him, and to correct the reason, of course, it was Lin Chen.
Lin Chen is a small person, he has no background or backing, they can turn their hands over and kill him as easily as killing an ant.
The reason why he is still alive is just because if you hate someone, it is the best thing to watch him kneel down and beg for mercy like an ant.
In the past two years, Lin Chen has also been living very hard.
Until a few days ago, Lin Chen appeared in their sight again, and insisted on intervening in the case with an unyielding attitude. If there was no acquiescence from the old man, no matter how much the police captain trusted Lin Chen, a small dormitory like him would be It is impossible to express key opinions in the detection of the case, and it is even more impossible for the TV station to produce a beautiful TV commercial within three hours to trap Feng Peilin because of his few words.
Therefore, the main purpose of Huang Ze's trip is to ask the old man behind all this: what do you mean
Of course, the old man who could stop Chen Dong from taking a shot and let him condescend to come, of course, still has some identities. The old man's surname is Wu, Zhou Wu, Chen Huang's Wu.
"Aren't you and Xiaolin pretty good before?" Director Wu winked, and easily resolved her question.
"Uncle Shi, this is not funny. Among the people who died that night, there was my own sister. No matter what, Lin Chen and I will never be able to return to the past." Huang Ze's face was gloomy, and he answered the old man seriously and stubbornly. The problem.
"If you don't make friends, you can be friends."
"I wouldn't be friends with a murderer."
"Arbitrary, arbitrary..."
"Is there anything wrong with what I said? There has been a discrepancy between his confession and the on-site investigation. He has yet to clear his suspicions."
Hearing what he said, Director Wu just sighed helplessly.
"Uncle Shi, may I ask, what is going on?" Huang Ze asked persistently.
"Xiao Lin told me that this is a very dangerous case."
"So you agree, you are not afraid that he will kill more people?"
"He said that this case was over and he would definitely leave."
…
Sunday, September 14th.
The typhoon has just passed, and the huge cloud has not dissipated completely.
The sky was bright, and scattered lights dotted the streets that were still in the morning mist.
There are twice as many stalls selling breakfast under the Taiqian Bridge as usual.
The sixth floor of a building adjacent to Taiqianqiao was temporarily requisitioned. Xing Conglian and Fu Hao were inside the house, closely observing the pedestrians on Taiqianqiao through rough black binoculars.
After a night of waiting, all the police officers were at their sleepiest.
Lin Chen slept with his clothes in the back chair next to him, as if he didn't care about the arrest of Feng Peilin.
"Hey, we've been watching for a whole night, and Feng Peilin didn't show up. Is the psychologist you're looking for really useful?"
At nearly 6:30, there was still no suspicious person. Xing Cong kept pressing the pair of headsets, not wanting to let the sound inside.
But Lin Chen still heard it. He glanced at the clock on the wall, sat up slowly, and said, "Let me go to the bridge."
"No, it's too dangerous."
"You have deployed so many police forces, what danger will I have?" Lin Chen asked rhetorically.
"If you show up, what if he knows it's a trap and doesn't get on the bridge?"
"Do you think traps make any sense to someone who lives and seeks death?"
It has to be said that Lin Chen always has the ability to be speechless.
Under the watchful eyes of all the police officers in the house, Xing Conglian had to wave his hand and let Lin Chen go onto the bridge.
Lin Chen wore a clean white shirt and put one hand on the white marble bridge railing. The wind was blowing towards him, and the river under the bridge was vast.
In the distance, a dark-colored roof, like the back of a giant beast, stretches across the center of the city.
The sky was getting brighter, and there were more pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the bridge.
Some parents ride bicycles to send their children to school, and there are hawkers pushing tricycles, riding on the bridge with difficulty, and the old man walks slowly to the top of the bridge, leaning on crutches.
Xing Conglian held the binoculars and looked at the people on the bridge. He always felt that his heart was beating fast.
"Lao Fu, I think there is a problem."
Xing Conglian couldn't explain how he felt now. From identifying the suspect to arresting him, everything was so fast that he didn't have time to think about the joints. Can't get to the crux of the problem.
"Old Xing, my senior brother has also seen a lot of people who fight in big battles. He can take care of himself."
Before Fu Hao finished speaking, Xing Conglian's cell phone rang suddenly, and the frantic piano sound made people very uneasy.
"Head, there is a problem, I don't know if it is convenient to say it now." In front of the computer, Wang Chao bit his pencil and pressed the pause button.
"What's up?"
"Achen's reasoning seems to be wrong. Didn't he say that Feng Peilin went to see Yu Yanqing committing suicide? From the procedure, I wanted to find out where Feng Peilin was during that time period, and then I found out that during the period of Yu Yanqing's death, Feng Peilin drove to her mother's grave to visit her grave, and he took a picture at the highway toll booth. It doesn't seem to be very important, but I still have to report it to you..."
The dynasty was chattering on the other end of the phone, and Xing Conglian hung up abruptly.
His heart sank, and finally he suddenly realized what was wrong.
Lin Chen is such a meticulous person, and Feng Peilin is such a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Lin Chen's reasoning about the steps of death training is only four steps, and Yu Yanqing also strictly implements this step, so since Feng Peilin wants to commit suicide, he should also perform these four steps, not the five steps that Lin Chen said.
Approach the corpse → observe the murder → kill yourself → help and watch Yu Yanqing commit suicide → commit suicide
So what if, if the step of "observing and helping Yu Yanqing commit suicide" was invented by Lin Chen
On the bridge, the old man on crutches stopped not far from Lin Chen.
As if sensing something, the young man in the white shirt on the bridge also turned his head.
"In less than 30 seconds, the nearest police officer will rush up to arrest you," he told the old man.
"For a messenger, 30 seconds is enough!" the old man said excitedly.
"Go ahead."
"He said you would die with me, will you really accompany me?"
"nonsense."
The plainclothes policemen closest to the top of the bridge began to run wildly.
Like being hit hard with a hammer, Xing Conglian's head was about to explode.
If the entire death training process goes back to the previous four episodes, there will be no murder case that Lin Chen said was "ignored" by the police!
If Feng Peilin hadn't killed anyone by now!
Then Lin Chen on the bridge is the best prey. He wants to kill Lin Chen and then commit suicide!
Lin Chen already knew Feng Peilin's purpose!
He was tired and wanted to end everything. He didn't trap Feng Peilin with a short film at all, but told Feng Peilin that he would wait for him there!
Xing Conglian thought of the worst possibility.
On the bridge, the old man threw away his crutches and suddenly rushed towards Lin Chen at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
He pressed Lin Chen on the bridge rail and recited reverently: "He just wanted to ask you, in this world of sand, in this tiny and huge confrontation, which side would you stand on? "
The bridge rail suddenly snapped open.
"Lin Chen!" Xing Conglian's shrill roar resounded through the sky.
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