When Fu Hao arrived, he saw that Lin Chen was sitting in the dormitory drinking tea. He was only wearing a thin blanket and his hair was still dry.
As soon as Professor Fu stepped into the cold room and saw the white walls and the lonely wooden table, he couldn't help but ran to the bedside and said to Lin Chen, "Senior brother, this is not the place you should stay."
Lin Chen glanced at him and said nothing.
"You move to live with me!"
This time, the person watching him was replaced by the captain of the punishment.
Although Fu Hao didn't quite understand why Xing Conglian looked at him, he clearly felt impatience in that gaze.
Change it into a more simple and understandable sentence: what are you talking about!
Fu Hao thought that Xing Conglian blamed him for disturbing Lin Chen's thinking, so he shut up immediately, not afraid of the cold on the ground, and sat down in front of Lin Chen obediently.
Lin Chen didn't speak, Fu Hao thought about it for a long time, and tried to speak.
"Maybe, not a serial killer at all?"
Lin Chen nodded: "There is no evidence that these people died of murder."
He used his words carefully, and Xing Conglian, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said, "This morning, the forensic department issued a report that the rings in the park were artificially damaged."
Fu Hao responded to Xing Conglian with a look of "Why didn't you say it earlier", while the police captain was innocent, "I don't have time to say it at all."
"Murder and non-murder cases are mixed together, it's more complicated than a simple serial murder, you know?" Professor Fu said angrily, "Has white sand been detected near the sand in the park? The cases were put together for a joint investigation."
"Actually, it's not necessary." Lin Chen suddenly spoke up, interrupting the argument between the two.
"What's not necessary?"
"There's no need to go to great lengths to find small concepts in big concepts."
"You mean sand?"
Lin Chen nodded: "This is the only clue that can connect all the cases, isn't it? Let's assume that there is such a connection, then, the problem arises..." Lin Chen lowered his head and asked, "Why is it Sha? "
Lin Chen asked, why is it sand.
Fu Hao thought, if I fucking knew, I would have solved the case long ago.
But in front of Lin Chen, of course he must not swear, so he can only search for some possible answers: "Sand, is it something with special intentions?"
"Well." Lin Chen nodded and encouraged him to continue.
"In Buddhism, there are words like 'Sand of the Ganges', or 'one sand, one world, one leaf and one bodhi', but you said that the sand used by criminals is very special. It is the sand in the sand table game, so …”
"So, it is difficult for us to analyze what these sands represent?" Lin Chen said, as if seeing through what Fu Hao was thinking.
"Then, let's just talk about the sand table game. The teacher didn't simply introduce it to us before. Sand table therapy is to place characters freely on the sand to reflect the subconscious mental state... Could it be that the murderer is playing a game?" Fu Hao asked .
Lin Chen looked at Fu Hao with a touch of admiration in his eyes. He got up from the bed and pushed open a closed door inside the house.
Along with the slowly opening wooden door, a huge sky blue sand table slowly revealed the whole picture.
The vast sea of sand seems to have opened up a new world in the entire space. Those delicate, white, high or low sand piles only make people feel vast and boundless.
And on the wooden shelf next to it, there are pocket toys on a whole wall.
There are all kinds of villains, miniature everyday objects, glittering models of cars, and even some architectural models...
Fu Hao and Xing Conglian stood beside them, only to feel that they suddenly became small.
"Do you remember the sand that the murderer put next to the body?" Lin Chen asked.
Xing Conglian squeezed into the room in front of Fu Hao, so he was naturally asked by Lin Chen.
"of course I remember."
"We are always speculating about the murderer's purpose to put down those sands, but in fact, on the other hand, we can also infer his psychological state from his behavior."
Lin Chen took a little man from the wooden shelf and put it in the sand table: "If, imagine, he treats the whole city as his own sand table game, and then inadvertently puts out his toys, then from sand table therapy We also infer his own psychological state in reverse.”
"So, the more he does, the more he exposes himself step by step?"
Lin Chen didn't answer, instead, he pushed the white sand in the sand table away with his hands.
So in the vast sea of sand, a huge blue hole was revealed: "First of all, the distance between the crimes, whether in time or space, is far apart, and there is no pattern. The information he gave me is 'empty'."
He said, and placed two other dolls far apart on the sand table. "Secondly, since his behavior is disordered, he must have lost his supportive strength, so his heart is confused."
Lin Chen didn't care about the expressions of the two behind him, but grabbed a handful of sand, and the fine sand fell down one after another, some of which floated onto the toy: "Finally..." Lin Chen said slowly, "It's death."
"What death?" Xing Conglian and Fu Hao asked in unison.
Lin Chen didn't answer the question right away, just stared at the vast sand table in front of him and said, "Death is a narrow and broad concept, but there is no doubt that whether it is under the hospital bed, on that long street, or even In the small park, there is an atmosphere of death, which is an atmosphere deliberately created by the murderer. He wants people to fear and tremble about death, and this fear of death is gradually magnifying and becoming stronger... Because of this, it may also be speculated that…”
"Speculate what?"
"If I were to analyze his sand table, I would speculate that he should be extremely afraid of death subconsciously, perhaps his relatives died, or perhaps he experienced massacres, in short, death has brought him extreme pain... "After Lin Chen finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes gently.
…
weird, weird, weird...
This is all Xing Conglian felt after hearing it from the beginning to the end. Lin Chen just fiddled with the sand a few times, and then made a series of inferences. Intellectually, every word Lin Chen said was too mysterious, even as if There is no direct impetus to solving the case.
But from an irrational point of view, he seems to think that every sentence of Lin Chen makes sense.
The key question is that he actually believed it.
Another day was approaching evening, and it was only 48 hours before the incident of wounding in the vegetable market.
Because he didn't sleep all night and spent too much energy, Lin Chen seemed to be extremely tired. He changed into dry clothes and lay down on the bed to sleep.
Professor Fu still wanted to stay away, but was dragged away by Xing Conglian.
In fact, Xing Conglian didn't really want to leave.
But he had already resisted the director's deadly serial CALL all afternoon. When he was about to get off work, he really would never want to go back if he didn't go back to the police station.
The old director is still drinking tea in the office.
Seeing his subordinates rush back, he first signaled the other party to close the door, and then asked the other party to take a seat.
Xing Conglian had just returned, and he didn't have time to inquire about the situation from his subordinates, so he could only stare at the leader's face, trying to find clues from the wrinkled face and smooth top of his head.
"I heard that you took Lin Chen to the hospital?" The old director asked after drinking a sip of tea.
"Yeah, let's go." Xing Conglian said casually.
The director glanced at the subordinate who was sitting on the sofa with Damascus and was completely unrepentant.
"What did I tell you this morning!"
"You said not to let him participate in the investigation of the case."
"Then why didn't you listen?"
"Because of your reasons, you can't convince me, because you are afraid of being reported by others?" Xing Cong took a breath and took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket. However, because of the heavy rain, the cigarettes were soaked through, and he became a little annoyed. : "I can receive a pile of this kind of report every day, because someone does not let Lin Chen participate in the investigation, we are obedient, where is this evil force?"
"It's about the underworld forces!"
"Then you tell me which leader greeted me, and I will write a report letter to expose him?"
"Can you question the purity of our team?"
"Who is that, where is the show, the president Kuangba is cool and dazzling?" Xing Conglian wiped his beard and asked with a smile.
The director seemed to be unable to bear Xing Conglian any longer, and slammed the table: "Do you know who that is, you don't know anything!"
Xing Conglian was suddenly roared, not knowing how to argue.
Yes, he and Lin Chen had only known each other for more than a day, and Lin Chen was reticent again. All the words they said added up, and they were not satisfied with a hundred sentences.
Even Fu Hao knew Lin Chen a lot better than him. From any point of view, he was only half a stranger to Lin Chen.
Thinking of this, Xing Conglian looked at his leader seriously and asked, "Then can you tell me his story?"
The chief was stunned.
Seeing his subordinate's sincere, full of expectation, and even a little sad look in his eyes, he picked up the teacup and took a sip before restraining the thought of wanting to tell a story.
"Don't you have a good relationship with Lin Chen?" The director smiled, "Ask him yourself."
It's the most frustrating feeling when you desperately want to know something and someone keeps it secret.
Xing Conglian rubbed his hair, stood up angrily, and prepared to leave.
His hand was on the doorknob, and the old director's voice suddenly came from behind: "Have you heard of the Chen Consortium?"
"The real estate guy seems to be very rich?"
"Not very rich, but very rich."
"Is it great to be rich? My family is rich too." The young detective with messy hair said disdainfully.