Criminal Psychology

Chapter 157 Foresight

Song Shengsheng will not commit suicide.

No one dies when their wish is about to come true.

Lin Chen thought so before he walked into the bathroom.

But when he walked to the door of the bathroom in the face of the rattling sound of the cameras of the forensics department and the successive flashes of light, the scene inside still made him almost kneel on the ground. He lost his composure when meeting Song Shengsheng for the first time.

He had never seen such a death scene before. The scene in front of him was too miserable and gorgeous, so that his five senses seemed to be closed, and he watched everything in front of him coldly like a ghost in another world.

At the end of the vast dark green tiles, there is an ivory white bathtub. A naked man is sitting quietly in the bathtub. With a naive smile, withered but very soft short hair stuck to his cool forehead, he really doesn't look young anymore, the eight years of imprisonment have tortured him completely out of human shape, he is shattered, as if There was only a thin layer of skin covering the skeleton, but even so, at the moment of his death, it seemed to return to his appearance.

He was so relaxed, and although the bathtub was full of blood, he seemed to be lying in the snow-like light, and all the suffering had disappeared.

Lin Chen still took a deep breath, walked into the bathroom, and came to Song Shengsheng.

This was the first time he met Song Shengsheng, and it was also the meeting he had been looking forward to for a long time, but this meeting came too late, and he and him were separated by life and death.

Lin Chen bent down, wanting to touch Song Shengsheng's cheek.

At this moment, Xing Conglian grabbed his hand, and at the moment when the warm palm touched his skin, the surrounding scene immediately took off the transparent shell, and all the colors, smells, and sounds rushed into his mind frantically, with intense His blood soaked his whole body first, he was so choked that he almost wanted to vomit, but he still endured it.

He stood up straight and carefully looked at Song Shengsheng's body.

A big bloody mouth appeared on Song Shengsheng's neck. It was an extremely ugly wound, like a black hole that could absorb all light.

The blood was half-dried, and his head fell limply on the edge of the bathtub, like a long-dead white swan by the pond, under the pure blue sky, beside the transparent lake water, it was heartbreakingly beautiful.

"What is the preliminary determination of the cause of death and the time of death?" Lin Chen stood in front of Song Shengsheng's body, not knowing how he could still speak.

"It was suicide." The forensic doctor beside him said, "The time of death was around 6:1 am on June 3."

"It's impossible for him to commit suicide." Lin Chen said firmly.

"Are you questioning my professional ability?" Mr. Forensic Doctor asked back.

Xing Conglian interrupted them: "What is the murder weapon?"

"The razor blade." The forensic doctor squatted down, spread out Song Shengsheng's curled hands, and showed them, "Mr. Song Shengsheng removed the blade from the razor, and cut his own throat forcefully. The scars on his fingers can be Prove it."

Lin Chen's eyes fell on Song Shengsheng's throat again, the wound was bloody and bloody, but he could still feel Song Shengsheng's decisive attitude from the depth of the incision.

Song Shengsheng was determined to die without hesitation.

"Give me a pair of gloves." Lin Chen said to the police officer beside him.

The other party delivered a pair of rubber gloves quickly, Lin Chen put them on and began to examine Song Shengsheng's body.

The moment he pulled Song Shengsheng's finger, a loud roar came from behind: "Lin Chen, what are you doing, why do you touch him!"

He turned his head and saw Xiangye standing at the door of the bathroom. Xiangye looked agitated. If the police hadn't stopped him, Lin Chen felt that the opponent's fist was about to hit his cheek.

Lin Chen looked at Xiangye very coldly and said, "Don't get excited, I'm just looking for evidence that he won't commit suicide." He said this to Xiangye, then looked at the two police officers at the opposite door and said, "Please take the idlers away. Crime scene."

After saying this, he no longer cared about Aino's yelling, but began to examine Song Shengsheng's fingers carefully.

Although Song Shengsheng's fingers were covered with blood, the nail on his right index finger was obviously shorter and flatter than the other four fingers, and there were thick calluses growing there.

I still remember that at the bakery in Yanjiaxiang and on the edge of the small bed where Song Shengsheng slept, there was also a very deep "" engraved on it. The & was created by him countless times, representing his agreement with fans. Contains countless meanings such as persistence, faith, protection, etc. If Song Shengsheng did not die by suicide, if he had faith, this symbol would definitely appear around him, and he still had a blade in his hand, so he could carve it on the inner wall of the bathtub. What……

With such thoughts in his mind, Lin Chen checked Song Shengsheng's hands over and over again, and checked the inner wall of the bathtub. In fact, the inner wall of the hotel bathtub was indeed full of countless small scratches, but there were no nicks in the shape of "&".

The more he couldn't find it, the more flustered Lin Chen's thoughts became. It must be blood covering his last symbol or some other reason. How could Song Shengsheng suddenly lose his faith? How could he suddenly commit suicide?

He was so close to Song Shengsheng, as if he could pull the person in front of him back from the shadow of death with his hand, but he couldn't do anything. Looking at Song Shengsheng's face, he was thinking seriously, what should I do , I don't even have any evidence to prove that you won't die so easily.

Lin Chen gradually felt desperate, he could hardly control his movements.

At this moment, Xing Conglian finally grabbed him.

The man's metal-like voice sounded in his ears: "Enough."

Xing Conglian said so.

Lin Chen put his hands on the bathtub, he lowered his head, and turned his head slowly, only to see the police officers around him looking at him with eyes like watching a lunatic, and then he looked at Xing Conglian, only to hear the other party continue to say: "Let's go out Take a breath."

Xing Conglian's eyes were so hard, his dark green eyes seemed to be burning with some kind of flame, and that indestructible firm emotion made Lin Chen wake up in an instant.

"Okay," he replied.

Lin Chen followed Xing Conglian out of the bathroom and handed over the scene to the on-site police officers.

Song Shengsheng lives in a luxury suite on the top floor of the hotel. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole city seems to be in a deep sleep. The scattered street lights are like tears, and the place farther between the sky and the earth is showing a dark blue that can only be seen at dawn.

This is the third time he has been to Yongchuan recently. Although the mood is different every time, whether he is facing those students who are collectively unconscious or Li Jingtian, he always feels that he still has the belief to overcome everything. Something left with Song Shengsheng's death. Not only did he have no faith, but he also lost hope.

Xing Conglian put his hands on his shoulders, overlooking the whole city with him: "I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Lin Chen stared blankly at Xing Conglian, and asked, "Why?"

"The responsibility for Song Shengsheng's death should be borne by me, and it has nothing to do with you." Xing Conglian looked at him deeply, without giving him any chance to persuade him, "In fact, your premonition is not wrong, it is because I did not fully believe and support it. Your judgment, specifically, I have many ways to help you meet Song Shengsheng in advance, such as forcibly breaking into Song Shengsheng's residence, it was my failure to do my best that led to this consequence."

His tone was gentle but sad. It was the first time Lin Chen saw Xing Conglian speak in a regretful tone, but it was not self-blame, but in his words, he was taking responsibility.

Lin Chen didn't pay attention to what Xing Conglian said, but when he looked into Xing Conglian's eyes, he realized that Xing Conglian was also very, very sad at the moment.It was only then that he discovered that in his mind, he had always believed that Xing Conglian was unparalleled and invincible, but in fact Xing Conglian was also a human being, and would be sad, Lin Chen thought, even if it was for Xing Conglian , he should also be a little stronger.

He suppressed those painful emotions again, and turned to Xing Conglian and said: "The two of us should not rush to take responsibility."

Xing Conglian looked at him hesitantly, as if he wanted to find his true emotions in his eyes, but Lin Chen thought, after all, he was more professional: "I don't think Song Shengsheng will commit suicide."

He quickly used the topic to distract Xing Conglian's attention.

"So, what were you looking for just now..." Xing Conglian frowned and asked, "That symbol?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"Did you see Song Shengsheng's fingers? He kept drawing that symbol before so that his fingers would be ground like that. He reminded himself to persevere. He persisted even in the dark prison life. Why did he die? Before I get what I want?" Lin Chen looked back, there was no one around them, but he still lowered his voice, "I think there must be something wrong here."

"But you didn't find the &."

"Yeah, that's what I really don't understand." Lin Chen continued, "Although I have never met him, I probably know him best in the world. People who choose to commit suicide mostly want to Can you use death to relieve the pain? But Song Shengsheng has already experienced Li Jingtian's torment and the hopeless life in prison. He is too able to endure hardship and endure pain. I don't even know what pain in this world he can't bear ?”

"That is to say, there are two possibilities now. First, someone forced him to commit suicide; second, what is more painful than prison life, which makes him unable to persevere, and this pain can even overcome his hesitation about this world. The love left..."

Lin Chen couldn't bear Xing Conglian's words, but he still shook his head: "I don't know whether he was forced to commit suicide, but I think it's not because he couldn't bear the pain that he chose to die." He lightly Gently put it on Xing Conglian's neck, wiped it, and said seriously: "It's just a feeling, but you see, choosing to cut your throat is almost the fastest way to die in the world. If it goes well, he will die within ten seconds. No matter what the cause of his suicide was, his determination was unmatched."

Xing Conglian asked: "Then let me change the question. Apart from the shortest death time, why did he choose to cut his throat? This really makes me think of what Li Jingtian did."

"I don't know." Lin Chen felt a splitting headache again, everything seemed to be inextricably linked, but he couldn't see through the thick blood, "Li Jingtian will arrive today, of course we have a chance Ask him face to face, but first of all, no matter why he chooses to die, I suspect there is something wrong with Aino."

From the very first phone call, Aino had been hostile towards him for no reason and without reason.

Although he also agreed in his heart that the reason why Xiangye was dissatisfied with him was because he forcibly opened up Song Shengsheng's tragic past, but he still suspected that it was Xiangye who prevented him from meeting Song Shengsheng behind his back.

Xing Conglian glanced at him and said, "Song Shengsheng is dead, and the hotel surveillance video also proves that Aino was staying in his room when Song Shengsheng died. We don't have any evidence to prove that there is something wrong with him."

"Indeed, not only do we have no evidence, but we also don't have any direction to find evidence." Lin Chen paused for a moment while speaking, "But it can't be said that there is no direction at all. The reason why I think Aino is very problematic is that just now, Aino wants to blame me for causing Shengsheng's suicide." Lin Chen smiled wryly, "It's not that I don't want to take responsibility, in fact, I'm probably the person in the world who wants to be responsible for his death the most besides you. But at least it’s not time for us to make closing statements and condemn ourselves.”

"But now on the surface, Xiangye is very good to Song Shengsheng. To prove your point, the first thing to do is to prove that Xiangye is not as good as he appears. He either hurt Song Shengsheng or forced Song Shengsheng, which indirectly led to Song Shengsheng's suicide. .” Xing Conglian raised another very critical question, “How do you prove this?”

Lin Chen shook his head: "I don't know, there may be problems that we can't imagine now, but I know that if Aino really wants me to take responsibility, his next step will be to find witnesses to prove that Song Shengsheng's death was caused by me, and then To set off a huge public opinion offensive and make me a target, then when they start to act, it may also be the time to start making mistakes."

"For example, bring in the psychiatrist who treated Song Shengsheng?" Xing Conglian asked.