It is not very far from Yanjia Lane to Chunshui Street and can be reached on foot.
The rainstorm is still falling, the dark clouds are thick, and the boundaries between day and night are more clear.
I don't know if it was affected by the typhoon or the murder case, Chunshui Street was sparsely populated and few shops were still open.
The rain has washed over the street again and again, the bloodstains have long since disappeared, the ground is clean, and the air has become fresh.
So refreshing, it makes you just want to slow down.
Lin Chen walked very slowly, and did not hold an umbrella, Xing Conglian held a black umbrella and followed behind him.
For some reason, Xing Conglian always felt that Lin Chen should be very young. Although Fu Hao always called him senior brother, he seemed to be younger than Fu Hao.
He was obviously still at the age of just graduating from college, but he was as rotten as an old monk, indifferent and indifferent, without sadness or joy.
He can make inferences calmly, or he can lie quietly under the corpse alone, and even come out with no change in his face.
Therefore, Xing Conglian wanted to know what could make Lin Chen move.
The two walked a little slowly. When they reached the fruit stand where the incident happened that day, there was no one there, and the shutters were pulled tightly.
Lin Chen stood at the place where Yan Qing stood that day.
At this moment, the clouds are dense and the rain is heavy, but the situation that day was not like this.
It seems that the sun has not yet set, and many people have a fishy smell and some fragrance in the air.
Then, very suddenly, the riot started, all eyes were on the crazy fruit stall owner, they watched the stall owner slash innocent women with knife and knife, no one noticed, there was a long dead sitting in front of them. old man.
And when the woman pounced on the door of the store and the old man fell silently, the fear of death was magnified and magnified indefinitely. Everyone seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands. They were no longer bystanders, but became become a witness.
Who is the murderer, why is he doing those strange things in the morgue, and why is he here, watching this scene
He stood here, what did he want, what did he see
Lin Chen raised his head slightly, closed his eyes lightly, and let the sporadic rain fall on his face.
Seeing this scene, President Xing Conglian felt a little uneasy, he looked left and right, and patted Lin Chen on the shoulder.
Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes.
Xing Cong pointed to the surveillance camera at one end of the street and said, "This surveillance camera was installed a few years ago. It was said that it was for the safety of the merchants, but in fact, it was just a show." One end, "The one on the other side has long been broken."
"Is there no surveillance coverage in the small park and mortuary?" Lin Chen asked.
"The park area is too large, there are always blind spots for surveillance, and the mortuary... even if it is installed, no one dares to look at it."
"Then, there is a problem." Lin Chen paused and said, "The criminal seems to know the distribution structure of the cameras very well, and can always escape the surveillance when committing a crime. Then why Yu Yanqing is always caught by surveillance. , isn't that weird?"
"It makes sense..." Xing Conglian laughed. "But technology is dead, people are alive." He looked around and walked diagonally across from the fruit shop.
There, there is also a hardware store.
"I heard that the psychological case is amazing, I've always wanted to see it." Xing Conglian leaned into Lin Chen's ear and said softly.
The owner of the hardware store is a middle-aged man in his early fifties, bald, with gray temples.
Seeing the certificate that Xing Conglian showed, he rubbed his hand on the apron, and his tone was very familiar: "You are here to ask about the day again, I really didn't see what happened on the opposite side, you see There are things hanging in front of me, and I don't even know when the old man opened the store."
The boss speaks very fast, and he seems to have repeated the same words many times, all of which are a little impatient.
"No, tell him again." Xing Conglian interrupted him and pointed to Lin Chen beside him.
Lin Chen took a half step forward and moved the things that were blocking the boss to the side, his tone was gentle, like an umbrella opened in the heavy rain: "You don't have to think about what happened, I hope you Tell me, how was the weather that day?"
His voice was calm and his eyes were calm. He didn't even need any instructions, and the boss closed his eyes unconsciously, as if he was caught in a long memory.
"The weather is fine, the sun hasn't set yet, but the vegetable market has always been gloomy and dark."
"You took a breath, there was a little noise around, the crowd was walking around, can you smell it?"
Following Lin Chen's voice, the boss really took a long breath, and then slowly said, "Yes, there is a fragrant chicken cake, the smell of raw meat, and the smell of fish..."
"You heard that the sounds around you are slowly getting louder, and the footsteps are getting louder and louder. You work hard to hear those sounds more clearly."
Lin Chen's voice became softer and softer, with the sound of rain, like a melodious flute.
The owner of the hardware store was silent for a while before speaking again: "Crying, I heard the crying, the street was in chaos, there were cries and shouts everywhere, the woman was shouting, help, help... But I didn't dare to move. , I'm too scared to move!"
"How does that feel?"
"I feel very scared. I'm not afraid of killing people at all. I have a knife at hand. If he dares to cut me, I will cut him. But later, when the old man fell down, I saw him lying there motionless. He was very dark, his face was still smiling, I remembered when my father died, it was so scary..."
As the boss said, the muscles on his face also tightened, he clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly, a peaceful voice, like a very thin stream of water, slowly and powerfully washed open his closed heart.
"You suddenly found that in front of your eyes, a piece of paper appeared. The piece of paper was very long and wide. It fell from the sky and slowly wrapped the entire street."
The voice was very soft and slow, and the boss realized that in his mind, a piece of paper really appeared, and the piece of paper rolled from one end of the street to the other, wrapping everything and making him fall into a brief blank.
He frowned slightly, as if sensing something, and the pause sounded again.
"Now, please stretch out your hand and slowly knead that piece of paper small, there are a lot of things in it, so when you knead it, you have to be careful and slow..."
Following the soft instruction tone, the boss stood there blankly, his hands hanging on the sides of his trouser pockets, but his fingertips were strangely shaking slightly.
Xing Conglian was almost stunned.
His eyes sometimes fell on Lin Chenninghe's face, and sometimes on the face of the hardware store owner with his eyes closed.
Lin Chen said again: "Please hold the paper ball in your palm."
Hearing him say this, the boss also clenched his fists.
"Imagination, raise your hand, raise it higher and higher, until your arm is above your head... You feel your hand is a little tired, but the thing in your hand becomes very light, very light... Then, please use all your strength to throw Paper balls."
Somehow, in the boss's mind, he really threw the paper ball out, he felt himself raising his head, until the snow-white point disappeared from sight.
Then, he felt a slap on the shoulder.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
In front of him stood the young man just now.
The young man is not tall, a little thin, wearing a white shirt, the shirt is wet against his body, his face is calm, and his eyes are as clear as a stream under the rising sun.
In the boss's ear, a familiar voice sounded again.
"Thank you very much."
The young man paused, looked directly into his eyes, and said seriously: "Also, those are all over."
…
The sky was still grey.
They bid farewell to the stall owner, Xing Conglian leaned on Lin Chen's umbrella and lowered his voice: "What was that just now, hypnosis?"
Lin Chen shook his head: "Psychology is not as weird as you think. No one can look at you and hypnotize you."
"what is that?"
"That's just a treatment method used by psychotherapists to help clients get rid of some overly terrifying memories." Lin Chen looked at him, then silently looked away.
Xing Conglian didn't know what to say. When he asked the case, he also treated the trauma of the heart. This service seemed too thoughtful.
"Then, did you ask anything?"
"It's very strange. The perpetrator seems to be deliberately creating a certain atmosphere." Lin Chen was thoughtful.
The silent fear under the bed in the mortuary, the old man who suddenly collapsed in the shop on the street, the young man who is dying under the rings, the fear of death brought to people is gradually presented...
"Call Fu Hao." As if remembering something, Lin Chen suddenly said.