Criminal Psychology

Chapter 110 Child Chapter

"What happened to the rose?"

The young man on the opposite side of the deck suddenly raised his head and asked.

Probably because there are too many cases encountered recently, the reasoning ability of the dynasty is increasing day by day, or in other words, when encountering too many things, even the purest mind will gradually become sharper.

Lin Chen felt that the matcha ice cream in his mouth was slightly bitter, and he thought that Xing Conglian must feel the same way.

"Mr. Wang, you seem to have a lot of questions recently?" Xing Conglian said.

"Wait... rose, warbler?"

As if he finally realized the joint, after saying these two keywords, Wang Chao grabbed the computer and only typed one word.

Although the notebook was facing away from them, Lin Chen still guessed from the boy's stiff face that he had probably discovered what they wanted to hide from him.

"Why are you hiding it from me!"

The teenager turned the laptop over abruptly, and photos of various sizes appeared on the screen.

Every picture is a bird.

The birds had taupe feathers and beaks of the same taupe, and they soared through the sky, or sang on the branches, and one of them was stabbed to death in a rose stem.

There is even an English writer who wrote a very sad and beautiful fairy tale about the bird stabbed to death by a rose.

Lin Chen moved his gaze to the search bar, and looked at the results the boy found himself. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. If this continues, the dynasty will probably be able to be alone soon.

There are only two words on the search bar, which is the name of a bird, and the name of that bird is Nightingale.

The nightingale is generally not a beautiful bird, but it has a very wide range of sounds. Unlike other birds, the nightingale is a rare bird that sings at night, so this is why the nightingale is called the nightingale. reason.

In fact, if it was just a dead nightingale, it wouldn't make Lin Chen feel the biting cold.

The reason why he can feel chills is entirely because of the very famous fairy tale written by the British writer Wilde.

He hasn't read that story for a long, long time. Specifically, he only read that fairy tale once in a while, but until now, he can still clearly remember every detail in that fairy tale.

The story originated from a young student who wanted to invite the girl he liked to dance.

The girl's request was very simple. She said that if he picked a red rose for her, she would agree to dance with him until dawn at the prince's dinner party.

But it is the middle of winter, where can young students find a red rose?

Therefore, the young student is crying in the garden. Like most of Wilde's fairy tales, the little nightingale hears the object of his singing every night crying in the garden.

Seeing his originally beautiful face turn sad, Little Nightingale thought, your love is so deep, but you just want a rose, I can always find a red rose for you.

Then it met a white rose as white as the sea foam, and a yellow rose as yellow as a mermaid's hair, but they were not the red roses he wanted.

Finally, the little nightingale came to a withered red rose.

But the rhizome of the red rose has been broken by the storm, and the blood vessels have been destroyed by the cold winter. The red rose said that it cannot bloom this year, and the only way to make it bloom is very terrible.

Lin Chen once again recalled the scene when Xing Conglian opened the bouquet of roses.

The sharp rhizome of the rose pierces the body of the nightingale, which is the only way in the story to make the red rose bloom.

Wilde is still the cruel and gentle Wilde.

The red rose in the story tells the little nightingale that only its singing in the night can make the rose be born, and the rose will not turn red unless it is soaked in blood.

Life is indeed precious, but Nightingale thought, how can its insignificant heart compare with the human heart?

So it granted the rose's request, and when the moon fell, it flew up to the rose tree, and pressing its breast against the thorn, it opened its lips, and began to sing all night, and the thorn grew deeper and deeper, its life The blood flowed continuously, and finally, the pain went deep into its bone marrow, and the rose thorns finally pierced into its atrium.

The little nightingale exchanged her life for a red rose for the one she loved.

But that's not the end of the story.

After all, the love of young students has not yet been explained.

Lin Chen recalled that at the end of the story, the unknowing young student picked off the rose and sent it to the girl he loved.

But the girl said, how can one of your roses compare to the many treasures I received today.

The young student became furious and threw the red rose to the ground, and the wheels of a carriage happened to run over the rose.

This is the end of the story.

Lin Chen thought, this is really an extremely beautiful story.

He rubbed between his brows again and looked up.

Zhao Chao's eyes were moist, and the boy's eyes were wide open, staring at the person opposite him.

Perhaps when Wang Chao was very young, he sat on his mother’s lap and heard this story; or perhaps on a rainy night after Xing Conglian adopted him, someone sat on his bedside and recited that fairy tale to him .

But fairy tales are still fairy tales, and whoever tries to make them real is a hopeless psychopath.

"I'm not hiding it from you." Xing Conglian pushed away the ice cream bowl, smoked a cigarette annoyed and lit it, "I just thought it would be annoying if you found out, and besides, I didn't know much earlier than you!"

"Boss, do you think this is protecting me?" The young man sensed the crux of the problem.

As if he had been poked in his mind, Xing Cong patted the table continuously, and became angry from embarrassment: "Why do you have so many things?"

"We agreed to solve the case together, how could you hide something from me!" Zhao Chao yelled.

"You didn't give me money, why should I tell you?" Xing Conglian said coldly.

"Why do you still treat me like a child!"

"Hey, Mr. Wang, do you feel my elder's love?"

The two tended to quarrel more and more fiercely. Lin Chen scooped up matcha-flavored ice cream one after another, carefully looked at the content on the webpage, and did not intend to interrupt them.

Finally, the arguing around him stopped.

Lin Chen looked up and found that the two were looking at him together with the same depressed eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked absently, before returning his gaze to the laptop screen again.

"Achen, why are you persuading us?" Wang Chao couldn't help asking.

"No, I really like to hear you quarreling, you go on."

With such encouragement, there was probably no desire on anyone to continue the argument.

Xing Conglian's voice rang in his ears: "Consultant Lin..."

The voice of Consultant Lin was more like a sigh, and Lin Chen felt itchy in his ears.

"Huh?" he responded.

"Any new discoveries?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen replied: "All fairy tales are especially symbolic. Since she deliberately left us the nightingale and the rose, of course there is the meaning she wants to express."

Xing Conglian thought for a while and said, "If the nightingale symbolizes the famous Liuying, then the person who ran to the stage to cut Li Jingtian's throat must not be the Liuying. What she wanted to express, she was indeed killed by Li Jingtian Hurt him, and used the dead Nightingale to show his unyielding will, she wants to commit suicide, and use this to take revenge on Li Jingtian?"

Wang Chao yelled: "It's so perverted, so perverted, boss, I'm getting goosebumps!"

As the dynasty said, although Xing Conglian's idea is perverted, it is not perverted enough.

At least not in line with the psychology of a pervert who can stab Nightingale to death.

Lin Chen shook his head.

Xing Conglian was not at the scene, because the camera was blocked, and he did not see the scene when the girl walked onto the stage holding a green rose.

But he was there, and he saw that scene happen with his own eyes.

Under the circumstances at that time, Li Jingtian had no power to resist. She handed out flowers so gently and hugged him. She could kill him, but she didn't do that.

Could the girl who brought the flowers be the wandering warbler?

Lin Chen couldn't judge, but the only thing he could judge was that the girl's series of movements from coming on stage to leaving completely didn't match the body language of a rape victim contacting a rapist.

He put down the silver spoon, and began to refresh the Weibo keyword search page.

Finally, he saw a deduction he wanted to see.