Criminal Psychology

Chapter 155 Symbols

Wanting to see Song Shengsheng, it was just a matter of going to the bakery for breakfast, but now it has become a huge problem, and the complicated public relations matters involved are beyond Lin Chen's imagination.

When he got off work, he and Xing sent Uncle Chen home from Lian Shun Road.

It was evening, and the people in front of the shop had almost dispersed.

The alley was quiet, Uncle Chen opened the shutter door, he left in a hurry, the tables and chairs were not wiped clean, and the pot of soybean milk in the shop had gone bad.

Xing Conglian took out the money to compensate for the loss, but Chen Bo refused to accept it. Xing Conglian had no choice but to help Chen Bo clean the shop.

Lin Chen wanted to help, but was pressed on the chair by him.

This is a very rare scene. Xing Conglian rolled up his cuffs, revealing a white and strong arm, and began to wipe the tables and chairs.

A corner of the slanting sun outside the house hangs on the corner of the eaves and gradually goes west. Lin Chen watched Xing Conglian doing the most ordinary work under such warm sunset light. After drinking the water on the table, he said to Uncle Chen: "I can Want to see where Song Shengsheng slept?"

"It's right behind, you can go by yourself." Uncle Chen said.

The back kitchen was cleaner than expected, with neat utensils and bright countertops. Lin Chen stroked the long counter, imagining how Song Shengsheng would wipe every tile here.

There is a small room at the back of the kitchen, which should be the place where Song Shengsheng lived for three months.

But the cubicle was too small, so small that it was almost impossible to put a bed down, but fortunately there was a window here.

Lin Chen sat down on the bed.

There was a very clean smell of lemon dish soap in the air, and he stroked the soft and clean bedding. If he had doubted whether Song Shengsheng was really working here, but when he sat in this small cubicle, he was sure that Song Shengsheng was indeed there. been here.

When the sun finally set, he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

Of course he was not such a casual person, but when he was sitting on the bed that Song Shengsheng had slept on, he felt that he should lie down.

He rested his head with one hand, and leaned the other hand on the edge of the bed. The surroundings were quiet, and the sound of water could be heard in the distance. Lin Chen gradually closed his eyes.

It's not comfortable here, but it's quiet enough. He only needs to work in the back kitchen every day. Except for the chatty shopkeeper, no one can bother him, no one can bother him...

Lin Chen's thoughts gradually drifted far away, until the creaking door knocked him back.

"What, are you too tired?"

Xing Conglian stood at the door with a broom.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, grabbed the edge of the bed and wanted to stand up, but suddenly, he froze.

Probably because he saw him half-starting in a strange posture, Xing Conglian suddenly squatted down in front of him and asked, "Cramp?"

Lin Chen shook his head, sat up straight, stared at his hands for a long time, and then said to Xing Conglian: "Go a little outside the door."

Xing Conglian didn't know, so he backed out of the door, Lin Chen squatted down, and gently stroked the edge of the bed with his hand, then he stopped suddenly, sure enough, the touch just now was not his illusion.

The room was dim, and just as he was about to take out his cell phone from his pocket, Xing Conglian had already turned on the flashlight of the cell phone.

With that bright light, Lin Chen clearly saw that there was a clear scratch on the edge of the wooden bed that Song Shengsheng slept on. The scratch was very deep, and it seemed to be completely carved with nails. It will form such a deep look.

At this time, Xing Conglian also came over, the two of them squatted in the narrow aisle, looking at the symbol carved by Song Shengsheng, they felt a creepy feeling, it was a "&".

The symbol "&" logically means that the two belong to an indispensable relationship, and it can also mean one person and another person, which is synonymous with and.

In order to find out what this symbol means to Song Shengsheng, Lin Chen chose the quickest and easiest way. He asked Wang Chao to log on Song Shengsheng's personal website "Bewithyou", registered a new account, and posted a post for help——新人顶Pot cover for help & what the hell is it.

The theme post written by Wang Dynasty was really a fan of Two-dimensional fans, and soon, many enthusiastic sisters responded to the post one after another.

In the living room, Mu Wenhua saw this question, smiled slightly, and posted a video on it.

Inside the old house in Yanjia Lane, Chao Chao's hand slid over the mouse wheel: "Oh, it really is a meme."

Lin Chen sat beside him and read the replies carefully. Sure enough, the symbol & has great meaning to Song Shengsheng and his fans. Rock musicians will always invent something with special symbolic meaning, and this symbol is like this.

【The name of our website comes from this symbol, Iwillbewithyouforever~】

Dynasty continued to refresh the page, a video appeared in the reply, he clicked on it, and Song Shengsheng's panting voice came from the speaker.

It was on the grand concert stage, and Song Shengsheng sat cross-legged on the edge of the stage during a song break.

It was Song Shengsheng who was still very young. He had dyed silver hair, and his hair was wet with sweat. He looked very tired, but he was still smiling, his eyebrows and eyes were shining, like the brightest star in the night sky.

The girls in the audience were screaming and chanting some slogans together.

"You said you will protect me forever?"

Song Shengsheng pressed the headset, holding the microphone with a smile.

The girls screamed even louder: "Yes!"

they shouted excitedly.

The singer in black leather turned his head slightly, quietly listening to every word the girls shouted.

After a long while, the surroundings gradually quieted down. He suddenly held the microphone and laughed: "Because I'm more handsome, I'd better protect you."

The girls were provoked to scream again, and the bright smiles seemed to blend into the sea of ​​bright lights in the background.

Song Shengsheng turned his head to the outside of the stage, as if he heard something wrong, he raised the microphone to his ear again: "Well, let's make an agreement." He said, waving his arms, and casually drew a symbol in the void, "Because I am stronger, so every time you draw your symbol, I will come to you and give you good luck and strength."

The young man on the stage smiled so brightly like the sun, and his eyes were so firm and powerful, as if he could shatter all darkness.

All the fans in the audience followed his movements and drew.

Lin Chen couldn't help but also drew a & on the desk.

The picture ends with the handsome figure of Song Shengsheng standing up: "In English, it means I will be with you forever, so, the following song is dedicated to me who is so strong. If one day I die, please sing this song for me Let's sing."

Song laughed loudly.

For a long time after the video ended, the room was silent.

Lin Chen remembered that during the rehearsal of the Strawberry Music Festival, Mu Zhuo kept drawing some symbols when he was almost exhausted on the stage.

If he guessed right, Mu Zhuo should have drawn this &.

So, if it wasn't for Song Shengsheng setting up another sect that even Mu Zhuo was willing to join.

Then, Lin Chen thought, Song Shengsheng, even those who hate you, frame you, and drive you into the abyss of eternal doom are still trying to absorb powerful energy from you, so, what kind of person are you?

Finally, Wang Chao asked, "Brother Chen, so what does the symbol next to Song Shengsheng's bed mean?"

"I'm afraid, he wants to remind himself to persevere for those who once loved him."

Lin Chen sat on the bank of the water, looked up at the sky full of stars outside the window, and said this.

In the two days since then, he has been watching Song Shengsheng's interview video, and he also commissioned Dynasty to obtain a large number of concert Blu-ray discs through special channels.

When he is free, he sits on the balcony by the river, watching Song Shengsheng sing over and over again, and seeing the starry sky from the setting sun.

But in fact, he has very little free time these days, and he and Xing Conglian are extremely busy. After all, they have made a huge mess. They not only have to accept inquiries from various departments, but also write Xiao Shangao's case report. Even the matter of escorting Li Jingtian required countless phone calls and written reports to complete.

Only at very late hours could he and Xing Conglian occasionally sit face to face.

Xing Conglian took a cup of tea, put it down on the coffee table, and sat opposite him.

The sound of water on a summer night is intoxicating.

Lin Chen took a sip of tea and found that today's drink had been changed to chrysanthemum tea. He put down his cup and looked at the person sitting opposite.

Xing Conglian smiled lowly and said, "The grandpa and grandma across the door asked me, did Wang Chao finally dislike the songs sung by those sticky little girls and prefer men instead?"

Lin Chen lowered the volume and asked him, "How do you answer?"

"Oh, I said yes."

Xing Conglian replied quite naturally.

Lin Chen raised his teacup, touched him lightly, and said, "Thank you Dynasty."

"Thank you Captain Xing." Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen watched the river wind blowing across the face of the person opposite in the night, and drank half a cup of tea with a smile.

Xing Conglian put down his teacup, crossed his legs, and asked, "Does Consultant Lin have any fan experience today?"

"I like Song Shengsheng very much." Lin Chen said frankly.

Xing Conglian raised his eyebrows: "Are you empathizing?"

Lin Chen didn't expect him to say such a psychological term, and he was stunned for a moment: "I can't say it's empathy, because Song Shengsheng is really cute."

Although Song Shengsheng has been tough for the past two days and refused to see him, Lin Chen even felt that he should not bother him anymore, but it seems that it should not be too much after watching the video data.As he said this, he turned over the laptop in front of him so that Xing Conglian could also see it.

On the screen is the campus concert when Aino met Song Shengsheng for the first time. This is very, very precious information. According to the elders of Song Shengsheng's personal website, it took a lot of effort to find it from the archives of Song Shengsheng High School of.

Lin Chen turned up the volume, perhaps because the singing was too loud, and Xing Conglian covered his ears with a headache.

In the dark to yellowish picture, a teenager is holding a guitar. The teenager has dyed blond hair of a standard bad student and wears a row of shiny earrings. He stands on the stage of the school gymnasium singing loudly and playing the guitar Jumping up and down on the stage, he roared and shouted, looking arrogant and domineering, but smiling brilliantly.

At the end of the song, the boy panted heavily on the stage, and once again winked at the female students in the audience.

The campus host in a suit also had a headache like Xing Conglian. He walked up to the boy and passed the microphone a little: "Student Song Shengsheng, how do you think you are doing today?"

"What do you think?" Song Shengsheng raised the volume and asked the girls in the audience.

Several groups of girls screamed.

"It seems that Student Song is very confident in himself, so what if the judges don't let you advance?"

Song Shengsheng proudly raised his middle finger at the old men in the judging committee, and said, "So what, I'm not singing and they listen to it. Only those who are beautiful can understand my songs."

As he spoke, he continued to wink at the audience.

Song Shengsheng, who was only 16 years old at that time, already knew how to release his charm.

Lin Chen pressed the pause button.

Xing Conglian cast an incredible look at him: "So you like this?"

"It's really cute." Lin Chen said with emotion.

"So, if Song Shengsheng holds a concert, do I need to book tickets for Consultant Lin?"

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian, and said seriously: "Captain Xing, you shouldn't be able to grab it, it's up to the dynasty."

"So scary?"

Lin Chen opened Bewithyou's webpage, and pointed to a thousand-story high-rise building for Xing Conglian to look at: "Related news revealed that Song Shengsheng may hold a fan meeting in the near future that refuses the media to participate, as the first step of his comeback." Of course, this is just internal gossip, and it is even very possible that this fan meeting will not be announced to the outside world.”

"Just because of this news, fans are discussing so many floors?"

"Of course not." Lin Chen pointed to another post with 3000+ replies for Xing Conglian to read, "That's the building where the meeting is discussed, and this is the building where we discuss how to grab tickets."

"what's the topic?"

"It's not talking, it's arguing."

Lin Chen said helplessly: "Song Shengsheng's fans are arguing with Aino's performing arts company. Anyway, if Shengsheng really wants to hold a fan meeting, the way to grab tickets online is too unfair. Maybe there will be ulterior motives People mixed in, and there are so many die-hard fans who have supported Shengsheng for more than ten years. It is not appropriate to compete with those new fans. Don't worry, everyone, he said that what Shengsheng wants to see is the people who have supported him all the time, so he may not use the method of online billing at that time, and the admission tickets will be distributed directly by Shengsheng's personal website, post bar, and fan club. Make everyone happy."

"So in order to get the tickets, Dynasty has to forge the identity of a senior fan club member?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Well, this is what he should do." Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian suddenly asked: "But isn't the meeting still scheduled?"

"Be prepared for a rainy day."

"Wait, are you screaming now?"

"Yes, sound."

Hearing what he said, Xing Conglian took a sip of tea helplessly: "I think your purpose of wanting to see Song Shengsheng now is impure."

Lin Chen laughed: "I really hope that he can stand on the stage again."

The waterside is peaceful and the wind is smooth, and the starry sky is pleasant, but when Lin Chen often recalls what happened in those days after a long time, he still feels very, very unreal.