Xunlian didn't look like a serious man.

His hair was disheveled and his beard was shaky. Because he was traveling with Lin Chen's plain clothes today, he also wore white t that was covered with mud earlier, and he was very poor with beach pants and flip-flops.

Therefore, even if he showed his police officer's certificate, in the eyes of the city's three primary school principals, he was just a small policeman.

He was, indeed, just a little policeman.

"This police officer, it seems that nothing in our school has anything to do with you?" The principal held his stomach, looking at the police officer from a distance.

"of course."

Xun Conglian walked very slowly. When he came to Lin Chen, he just pulled out a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Why are you not investigating the case?"

Although Xun Conglian had an expression of Lao Tzu's love where it went, it was still a serious answer: "I'm here to get evidence." He said, as if to tolerate any discomfort, and put the smoke in his mouth. , And reinsert the cigarette case.

"What do you mean?"

"I just heard the principal you seem to be dissatisfied with our police investigation, so come and ask."

Xing Conglian and Lin Chen were close together. He was born tall and looked like a big brother who wanted to vent his younger brother.

"Sorry, I just thought that you were going to get involved in firing employees in our school." The headmaster had a strange tone, more like Conglian's sentence. He pointed to Lin Chen and said, "This The housekeeper is a temporary worker, but I will pay the severance payment, so I really don't need to worry about you. "

Xing Cong didn't even speak, she was thinking about very serious issues.

As a policeman, he has too many ways to keep Lin Chen's work easy for difficult schools.

In fact, before coming here, he also thought about a lot of ways to start for Lin Chen, but when Lin Chen was really in trouble, he suddenly found that he was a policeman.

Because he was a police officer, he couldn't use the methods he thought.

This fact is very aggrieving.

Xing Lianlian thought about it for a long time. At last, he glanced to the right in annoyance and said to Lin Chen, "I really can't intervene."

Lin Chen seemed to understand the feelings of Xing Conglian, nodded, and seemed relieved: "I understand."

"Then we pack up?"

"it is good."

The dialogue was very simple, and it was so embarrassing to the three suitmen at the door.

Then, Xun Conglian did something more embarrassing to the three present.

He raised his palm, fanned to one side, and said to the three, "So, trouble you, let me?"

Chen Ping did not move, he had been watching Conglian.

In the news from others, Lin Chen did have a police officer nearby, and that was the captain of the Hongjing Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Lin Chen has always been picky about picking friends, so Chen Ping is observing Xing Conglian very seriously. He sees his shaved face from his lazy clothes. The only thing that attracts Chen Ping's attention is his eyes.

Those eyes are beautiful, cunning and intelligent. The key problem is that those eyes are very clean.

How to describe this clean.

For example, Lin Chen ’s eyes are also very clean, like snow on the horizon or water turned into snow, so cold and cold that you sometimes do n’t even dare to look at him; then this police officer ’s eyes are wide and deep, right Because of this, after being clean, another three words must be added: see through.

Although seeing through, as a steward of the top wealthy people, Chen Ping realized a truth.

In the face of money, even the hardest bones will be smashed.

So Chen Ping took out the business card holder, and the gorgeous metal box opened and closed. He pulled out a business card and called out, "Captain of the penalty team."

At this point, Xun Lian led Lin Chen into the house early, and heard someone calling him behind him. Instead of turning around, he asked Lin Chen: "I'm not answering, isn't it good?"

"It seems, really bad."

"Damn regulations." Xun Conglian muttered, turning his head, and grinning on his face, asking, "Sir, may I help you?"

"I'm the steward of the Chen family. I heard the captain's name for a long time. I want to talk to you about something. This is my business card."

Chen Ping handed out the dark gold embossed paper and held it in the air.

Opposite to the delay.

Xing Conglian touched his beard and asked Lin Chen: "Is he bribing me?"

"You said too loud."

"Of course you have to be louder, or else people misunderstand what I should do?" Xing Conglian said distressedly: "We at the grass-roots level, are most afraid of this kind of trouble, do you know?"

Xing Lianlian looks very clean.

Lin Chen continued to nod, expressing understanding. He walked to the door and saluted the three people outside the door slightly. Then no one thought that he would close the door.

"Trouble is solved," he said to Xing Conglian.

The sentence was held up from the flail.

A moment later, laughter erupted in the room. Leaving the three outside the door, they looked at each other awkwardly.

This is the second time that Xun Conglian came to Lin Chen's small dormitory. Of course, it should be the last time.

He climbed to the bottom of the bed, and under Lin Chen's instructions, under the simple wooden bed, he took out a large cardboard box.

"You can come to live in my house, my place is quite big." Xun Conglian gently brushed the thin gray from the box, pretending to look at Lin Chen with ease.

"You didn't come to get the letter. What happened?"

Xing Cong sighed. It was really troublesome to have a friend who knew people's hearts.

"Two things."

"Ok?"

"First, Yu Yanqing should have died of suicide. Second, we found some injections in the tool room just now."

"What injection?"

"Phenylacetone."

"Stimulant?" Lin Chen frowned hardly. "A large amount of stimulant does cause insanity. The fruit stall owner who had been madly cutting people before should have taken similar drugs. This can be said. Pass, but, very strange ... "

"When you need any clues, what clues appear in front of you, of course, is weird." Xun sat from the floor and said indifferently.

Speaking to smart people does occasionally feel a sense of conscience.

Lin Chen also sat down. He did not speak, but opened the cardboard box in front of him.

Xing Conglian had also thought that he would see many letters in the box, but he never thought that he would see so many letters.

Those letters stuffed the entire carton, and even after opening it, several letters fell down.

Xun Lian looked stunned.

Lin Chen didn't care about the police officer's expression. He quickly sorted out the letters in the box, picked out some of them and put them on the ground. Others were repacked. Finally, he sealed the carton again. There were more than a dozen neatly arranged letters.

From beginning to end, the inexplicable clouds flow quickly.

"Those inside?" Xing Cong Lunnu asked, tentatively.

"A letter from someone."

"Have you seen it before?"

"No."

"Who wrote so many letters to you?" Said Xun Conglian, always feeling that his tone was too gossip.

"Are we familiar?"

"It doesn't seem familiar," Xun Conglian said with some grievances.

"Then why should I tell you?"

Xing Conglian didn't know how to answer the words. Thinking of Professor Fu's dog-leg attitude when he first saw Lin Chen, he had to draw a gourd like this, put his chin on the box, and stared at Lin Chen.

As if she could not stand the innocent eyes of the mixed race, Lin Chen had to add again: "Similarly, I and these senders are not familiar with each other, why should I look?"

"It seems to make sense," Xun Conglian said.

The room was a little quiet and there was no rain outside.

Lin Chen opened a letter and read it carefully. Similarly, Xun Conglian was also reading the letter.

Compared with Lin Chen, he reads very fast. After a while, he finished reading the whole letter. He touched the goosebumps and felt only a coolness rising from his back.

"It's terrible." Pushed several letters to Lin Chen: "These are all about how painful people are when they die." Then he picked up another one and shook the letter: "Who said, 'Give me a dozen babies, can I turn them into anything you want?'"

Lin Chen dropped the letter and looked at Xun Conglian: "That's the perspective of Watson, the founder of behaviorism in the psychological school."

"So, Yu Yanqing is still a psychologist?" Xing Conglian touched the brown beard on his chin: "Then she put sand next to the body because there is a sand table in your room. She went to study the sand table game ? "

Lin Chen lowered her eyes: "If she treats the whole thing as a huge sand table game, then she is obviously showing death and forcing us to face death, but these behaviors are also projected ..."

"What is projected?"

"She is subconscious and extremely afraid of death." Lin Chen said word by word.

Xun looked up suddenly and suddenly thought of the key: "But the problem is!"

"If she is afraid of death, how dare she commit suicide?" Lin Chen said lightly.