Lin Chen felt that some people who were haunted were really troublesome.
Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen was in some trouble.
He had just arrived at the police station in the morning and sat in his seat to read the newly released report. He had only eaten half of the buns bought in the cafeteria, and he was told by his subordinates to go to the chief's office for tea.
The old director brewed a cup of Longjing, which was not so authentic, held the cup, sat down in front of him, and looked like he was going to have a long talk with him.
"Conglian, how's the case?" The director touched the teacup and spoke earnestly.
Xing Conglian looked at the director's half-bald head and Suo Liang's forehead, and sat up straight: "The case is still under investigation, I just got the report from the forensic department, and the report shows that the rings in the park have obvious signs of man-made damage, so , this should be a murder."
It seemed that he heard the word "murder case", and the director's expression suddenly became distressed: "Conglian, I am old and my heart is not good. I hope you can say such an exciting word in a lower voice?"
"The murderer's motive and criminal method have not yet been clear, or are related to the hospital and the Baisha case on Long Street..."
"Shut up!" The old director almost covered his heart: "Don't talk about this relationship!"
"But Professor Fu said..."
"Bullshit!" The old director slammed the table: "If Fu Hao has this level, his teacher can wake up laughing from a dream!"
"Our professor Fu is an external expert after all."
"Damn it, Fu Hao learned about psychometrics, and he's never been out in the field. You tell me that he can analyze criminal cases?"
"You mean, someone is pointing Professor Fu from behind?" Xing Conglian asked mysteriously.
"Xing Conglian!" The old director was really angry, "Yesterday, someone reported to the superior that Hongjing City Bureau used non-staff personnel to participate in the case, which seriously affected the fairness of the procedure and the purity of the police force!"
Xing Conglian frowned. It was really strange. Just when he handcuffed Lin Chen to the police station yesterday, someone immediately reported it to his superiors
What's wrong with this
"Isn't Professor Fu the consultant you hired through formal procedures?" Xing Conglian continued to pretend he didn't understand
"Idiot, of course it's not Fu Hao!" The old director was furious enough: "It's not good for you to arrest anyone but Lin Chen!"
"It really is Lin Chen?" Xing Cong even looked at the director, "Who is Lin Chen?"
The old director looked at the serious eyes of his subordinates, and realized that he had fallen into the trap of the other party's counter-information.
"Young people, don't gossip too much!" The old director forced himself to drink a sip of tea calmly.
"Is there anyone else who specially greeted our superiors because of Lin Chen?" When he spoke, he was also a little unsure, "I just brought Lin Chen back yesterday to make a record, if it wasn't for someone in our bureau who recognized Lin Chen, or someone passed the internal The Internet learned the news, and it must have been because his name was on the blacklist..." Xing Conglian said, looking at his boss's face getting darker and darker, "Is he also a policeman before, if not a policeman? , is that the former police advisor?"
After he finished speaking, he hoped to be able to distinguish some information from his boss's expression. It wasn't that the old man refused to show him even a single look except for his unsightly complexion.
"Are you eighty this year?" The old director finally finished his tea, he put down the cup and asked back.
"It's still a little bit closer to eighty."
"Gossip, don't gossip like an old lady!"
Xing Conglian finally didn't ask anything. He straightened his clothes and stood up: "Actually, you mean that I have to exclude Lin Chen from the case detection work?" Although this is a question, Xing Conglian Even the tone is very flat, but it is more like a cold declarative sentence.
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Stop." The old director suddenly raised his head, looked at the back of his subordinate, and said, "Hey, did I just say something?"
Anyway, an old fritter like an old man will never reveal his true inner thoughts when he encounters an accident, let alone a background about someone from his mouth
Xing Conglian sat back to his seat, and the rain poured down outside the window.
The rain threads are very thin and dense, but they are also very urgent. When the manic wind blows, the umbrella handle sways to and fro, and even people can't stand firm.
He put his mind away and began to read the site survey report that had just been placed on his desk.
Basically, he can read every word on this report, but he can't understand what's behind the report.
The neatly dressed male corpse in the hospital, the wounding case in the fruit store, the dead old man, the broken rings in the park...
All of these seem to be unrelated, but because of the sand, they are closely and far-fetched.
He couldn't help but think of the quiet dormitory, thinking of the other's peaceful eyes and extremely calm words, and he wanted to stand up, rush into the rain, run to the other side, and ask, "What do you know?"
He thought like this, and then he stood up. He picked up the key, put on his jacket, and walked out of the police station. Just as he was about to step into the rain screen, he suddenly saw that in the wind and rain, there was a vast field, and someone came from a distance.
The man was thin, holding a black umbrella, one side of the umbrella was slightly collapsed, and the entire umbrella was shaky due to the wind.
However, the hand holding the umbrella is very stable, and many people walk very steadily, and even the rain falling on the umbrella surface makes a steady sound.
Looking at the people coming from the rain, Xing Conglian suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
Lin Chen stepped up the steps, put away his umbrella, and shook the rain off his body.
He was soaked all over, and the whole figure was picked up from the water. There was no special expression on his face. There was no greeting or small talk. He raised his head slightly and asked directly: "Do you want to solve the case?"
"I think." Xing Conglian replied succinctly.
"Do you believe me?" he asked again.
"letter."
"Are you afraid of retaliation?"
"I'm afraid." Xing Conglian answered honestly, remembering the warning from the director just now, he probably understood why Lin Chen asked this question, he thought his answer would disappoint Lin Chen, but he clearly saw Lin Chen's eyes With a smile, he also laughed and said, "But I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to solve the case and won't be able to get the bonus. After all, it's the season of hemp and small blossoms..."
He said, seeing Lin Chen nodded, as if agreeing with his point of view: "So, for your bonus and Ma Xiao, please let me join." Lin Chen said.
In fact, Lin Chen's voice was not too loud, especially in the heavy rain, it was even more inaudible.
But at that moment, Xing Conglian was a little stunned.
In the short one minute when he made the decision to find Lin Chen's help and went out, he thought about how to say "please help" to Lin Chen without being abrupt, and he also thought about how Lin Chen would reject him.
But he never thought that Lin Chen would say to him:
Please let me join.
If he hadn't been in the director's office for five minutes in the morning, he would have felt that Lin Chen had been deliberately wanting to participate in the case.
But when Lin Chen asked the sentence "Are you afraid of being attacked for revenge?", he suddenly realized that Lin Chen knew very well how much pressure he would be under, and how much pressure they would be under.
But he still held an umbrella, braved the rain, came here, and said "please let me join".
He took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Why, aren't there many people who don't let you investigate the case?"
"Do you care?" Lin Chen smiled, "I don't care at all."
Xing Conglian has Russian ancestry.
Such a bloodline is extremely powerful, and it means that when he wants to do something, he will definitely love who and who is your mother.
It is very strange that, as peaceful and stable as Lin Chen, in his bones, he is actually such a person.
Xing Conglian laughed, he was choked by the smoke and coughed again and again, but he was still laughing.
"Welcome to join." He held out his hand and threw away the still-burning cigarette.
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Although he didn't care about complaints or warnings, Xing Conglian still considered the mood of an old man who suffered from heart disease all the year round.
So instead of taking Lin Chen back to the police station, he took people to his home at No. 6 Yanjia Lane.
The house was peaceful, and the storm was shut out.
At the same location, at a different time, seeing Lin Chen on the wooden bed by the river, Xing Conglian was still a little guilty.
So he took out a towel and made a cup of hot ginger tea.
Lin Chen didn't seem to care about the wet and cold rain. He took the dry towel and tea from Xing Conglian, but put them aside.
"Actually, I came this time because I received a letter with white sand in it," he said, taking out the pink letter in the airtight bag from his pocket.
Xing Cong connected the sealed bag and looked at the delicate wet white sand inside. He only felt that his scalp was numb.
Because he didn't have gloves, he could only carefully flatten the letter in the sealed bag: "Do you know who wrote this letter?"
Lin Chen didn't answer quickly.
Because he didn't have a deep impression on the person who wrote the letter. In his memory, it should be a very young and quiet girl. If it wasn't for registering the list of people who came in and out of the dormitory every day, he might not know that person yet. girl's name.
He had noticed many times that the girl was peeking at him, and he had received many times the letter that the girl had carefully placed on his desk.
Sky blue, beige, pink, the words on the cover are very elegant, always the three words "Lin Chenshou", but he has never opened it...
"The sender, whose name is Yu Yanqing, is a gardener who trims flowers and trees for our school."
"The gardener is so literate?" Xing Conglian looked at the letter, and he read it several times before he read the eloquent verse in the letter.
"She's young, maybe 25-28, and should be well educated."
"Why did she write to you?"
"She wrote me a lot of letters. I thought she had a crush on me, so I always thought that all she wrote to me were love letters." Lin Chen stated calmly, even when he mentioned the word crush, he would not There is no blush or shyness at all, so he appears to be very upright, even a person like Lian Xing Conglian who likes to joke, can't make fun of the gardener's secret love affair with the dormitory.
"She has a crush on you, so the white sand in the letter can't be stolen from your room, right?"
"I don't know." Lin Chen was very frank.
"Then why did she put Baisha in the letter? Does this Baisha have anything to do with what happened recently?"
"I don't know." Lin Chen paused, then said, "But I suspect it's related."
Xing Conglian suddenly realized: "You suspect that this matter may be related to you, so you must participate in the detection of the case, right?"
Lin Chen didn't answer the question, but said, "No matter what, I can possibly help you, right?"
Xing Conglian nodded helplessly, and then heard Lin Chen say to him, "If you trust me, please send someone to search for Yu Yanqing, because she is most likely dead."