When Fu Hao arrived, Lin Chen was sitting in his dormitory, only wearing a thin blanket, and her hair was not 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 running to the bed and told Lin Chen: "Brother, this is not where you should stay."

Lin Chen glanced at him and said nothing.

"You move to live with me!" He said cheerfully.

This time, the person who watched the professor changed to the captain.

Although Fu Hao didn't quite understand why Xun Lian wanted to see himself, as an expert in psychology for many years, he clearly felt impatient in that vision.

Replace it with a more plain sentence: What are you talking about?

Fu Hao thought that he had disturbed his brother's thinking, so he shut up immediately, not afraid of the cold on the ground, and sat down on the floor in front of Lin Chen very well.

Lin Chen didn't speak, Fu Hao thought for a long time, and tempted to speak.

"Maybe, not even a serial killer?"

Lin Chen nodded: "There is no evidence that these people died of murder."

He used words cautiously, and Xun Lian, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said: "This morning, the Forensics Department issued a report that the park's rings were artificially damaged."

With a look of "Why don't you say it earlier", Fu Hao paid homage to Conglian, while the captain of the Interpol with a beard and shaved face was innocent: "I have no time to say it."

"Murder and non-murder are mixed, which is more complicated than simple serial murder, do you know?" Professor Fu angrily said, "Is white sand detected near the sand in the park? If there is white sand, you can combine these The cases were put together and joint investigations were conducted. "

"It's not really necessary," Lin Chen said suddenly, interrupting the argument between the two.

"What is unnecessary?"

"There is no need to go through a lot of trouble, look for the big ideas in the big ideas."

"You mean sand?"

Lin Chen nodded: "This is the only clue that can link all the cases, isn't it? We assume that there is such a connection, then, the problem arises ..." Lin Chen lowered his head and rubbed Hao's Head: "Why is it sand?"

Lin Chen asked why it was sand.

Hao Fu thought, if my **** knew, I would have solved the case long ago.

But in the presence of Lin Chen, he didn't dare to make inferiors, and could only search for some possible answers: "Sand, is there something special intent?"

"Um." Lin Chen nodded, encouraging Fu Hao to continue.

"In Buddhism, there are words like 'Ganghe Sand' or 'One Sand One World, One Leaf One Bodhi', but you said that the sand used by criminals is very special, it is the sand in the sand table game, ... "

"So, it is difficult for us to analyze, what exactly do these sands represent?" Lin Chen said, seeing through Fu Hao's thoughts.

"Well, just talking about sand table games, the teacher didn't simply introduce it to us before, sand table therapy is to freely place characters on the sand to reflect the subconscious mental state ... Is it possible that the killer is playing the game?" ask.

Lin Chen looked at Fu Hao with a look of appreciation. He got up from the bed and pushed open a closed door in the room.

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 or high or low sand piles only make people feel vast.

On the wooden stand on the side, there are pocket toys on the whole wall.

There are various villains, miniature daily necessities, shiny car models ...

Fu Hao and Xun Conglian stood beside him, only to feel that he was small when he was young.

"Do you remember the sand the killer put beside the body?" Lin Chen asked.

Xun Lian snatched into Fu Hao in front of Fu Hao, and was naturally asked by Lin Chen.

"of course I remember."

"We are always guessing for what purpose the murderer wants to put down the sand, but in fact, we can also infer his mental state from his behavior."

Lin Chen took a villain from a wooden stand and put it in a sand table: "If he treats the city as his own sand table game, and then accidentally puts his toy, then from the theory of sand table therapy, we It was also counter-introduced, his own mental state. "

"So, the more he does, the more he exposes himself step by step?"

Lin Chen did not answer, but instead pushed the white sand in the sandbox with her hands.

So in the vast sandy sea, a huge blue hole emerged: "First of all, the crime distance, regardless of time or space, is very far away and there is no regularity. The message he gave me was 'empty'."

He said, and placed two other doll toys on the sand table, far apart, "Secondly, since his behavior is disorderly, then he must lose his supportable power, so he is confused."

Lin Chen didn't care about the expressions of the two people behind him, but grabbed a handful of sand, and the fine sand fell down one after another. Some of them floated on the toy: "Finally ..." Lin Chen slowly said: "It's death."

"What died?" Xinglian Conglian and Fu Hao asked in unison.

Lin Chen did not answer this question immediately, but whispered: "Death is a narrow and broad concept, but there is no doubt that under the hospital bed, on the long street and in the small park, there is a kind of The atmosphere of death, which is deliberately created by the murderer, he wants people to fear and tremble with death. This atmosphere of death is gradually enlarged and stronger ... precisely because of this, it can also be speculated ... "

"What to speculate?"

"If it was my analysis of his sandbox game, I would speculate that he should be extremely afraid of death subconsciously, maybe his close relative died, or maybe he has experienced massacres. In short, death has brought him extreme Pain ... "Lin Chen said, gently, wrongly surprised.

It's amazing, weird, weird ...

This is all the feelings that Xing Conglian heard from the beginning to the end. Lin Chen just fiddled with a few sands and made a series of inferences. From a philosophical point of view, every sentence Lin Chen spoke was too mysterious, There is no direct driving force for solving the case.

But from an irrational point of view, he seems to think that every sentence of Lin Chen is very reasonable.

The key issue is that he believed it.

It was also near evening in the day when the hacking occurred at the vegetable market, only 48 hours.

Lin Chen seemed very tired because he didn't sleep all night and spent too much effort. He changed a piece of dry clothes and fell asleep on the bed.

Professor Fu also wanted to spend more time with his elder brother, but was tortured and dragged away together.

In fact, Xun Cong didn't even want to leave.

However, he has resisted the director's serial killing call in the afternoon, and when he is close to work, he never really wants to go back to the police station.

———

The old director is still drinking tea in the office.

When his subordinate Fengchen rushed back, he motioned to the other party to close the door first, and then asked the other party to sit down.

Even after the punishment had just returned, he had no time to inquire about the situation from his subordinates, and had to stare at the leader's face, trying to find clues on the face with a creased skin and a smooth head.

"I heard that you took Lin Chen to the hospital?" The old director asked for a sip of tea.

"Yeah, go." Xun Conglian said casually.

The director glanced at the Malaysian golden sword sitting on the sofa, and had no idea of ​​the repentant subordinates, so he couldn't beat him up.

"What did I tell you in the morning!"

"You said you would not let him participate in the investigation."

"Then why don't you listen?"

"Because of your reasons, you can't convince me, because you are afraid of others to report?" Xun Cong even sucked his nose and pulled out the cigarette case from his pants pocket. However, because of the heavy rain, the integrated cigarettes were soaked, and he became a little annoyed. : "I receive a report every day for this kind of report, because someone will not allow Lin Chen to participate in the investigation, and we will be obedient. Where is this evil force?"

"Off the evil forces fart!"

"Then you told me which leader said hello, and I wrote a report letter to expose him?"

"Are you questioning the purity of our team?"

"Who is that, and where does it play, the president is awesome?" Xing Conglian wiped his beard and asked with a smile.

"Why the **** do you bother people's lives!" The director seemed to be unable to bear torture Conglian, slamming the table: "Do you know who it is, you don't know anything!"

Xun Lianlian was suddenly snarled, wondering how to refute.

Yes, he and Lin Chen have only known each other for more than a day, and Lin Chen is still quiet, and all the words they say add up to less than a hundred sentences.

Even Hao Fu knew Lin Chen a lot better than him. From any perspective, he was only a stranger to Lin Chen.

Thinking of this, Xing Conglian looked at his leader very seriously and asked, "Can you tell me his story?"

The secretary was stunned.

Looking at his subordinates' sincere, expectant, and even a little sad eyes, he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, then restrained, and wanted to tell a story.

"Don't you have a good relationship with Lin Chen." The director smiled. "Go ask him yourself."

When you want to know something very much, but there are always people who are so secretive about it, that feeling is the most crazy.

Xun Lin rubbed his hair and stood up angrily, ready to leave.

He put his hand on the doorknob, and the voice of the old director suddenly came from behind him: "Have you heard of the Chen's Consortium?"

"The real estate one seems to be rich?"

"Not very rich, but very rich."

"Is they staring at Lin Chen?"

"Yes, Chen's boss is very difficult."

"Is it amazing to have money? My family also has money." The young criminal policeman with messy hair said indifferently.