Chapter 7: Memories

The rain is still falling, and the dark clouds are thick. The boundary between day and night is no longer clear.
I do not know whether it was affected by the typhoon or the homicide. Chunshui Street is sparsely populated, and few stores are still open.
The rain has washed the green bricks over and over again. The blood was once gone, the ground was clean, there were no rotten leaves and fruits, and the air became fresh.
Fresh, people just want to slow down.
Lin Chen walked slowly and did not parachute. Xing Cong held up a black umbrella and followed him.
For some reason, Xing Conglian always felt that Lin Chen should be very young. Although Fu Hao always called his brother, he seemed to be smaller than Fu Hao.
Obviously, he was just graduated from college, but he was as rotten as an old monk, indifferent, without grief or joy.
He can calmly make inferences, or calmly, lying alone under the corpse, and even when he comes out, his face remains unchanged.
Xing Conglian wanted to know what was going on to make Lin Chen move.
All the way.
The two walked slowly, and before the fruit stand on the day of the incident, there was no one on the stand, and the shutter door was pulled tightly.
Lin Chen stood at the place where Yan Qing stood.
At this moment, it was overcast with heavy rain, but that was not the case that day.
It seems that the sun has not set, and there are a lot of people. There is some fishy smell in the air, and some fragrance.
Then, all of a sudden, the riots started. Everyone's eyes were on the crazy fruit stall owner. They looked at the stall owner and slashed at the innocent woman. .
And when women rushed to the store door and the old man fell silently, the fear of death was magnified and magnified without limit. Everyone seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands. They were no longer bystanders, but changed. Become a witness.
If Yu Yanqing is the murderer, why did she do those strange acts in the morgue, and why is she here to watch this scene?
She stood here, what did she want, and what did she see?
If the killer is someone else, who is it, like a ghost, watching the entire street?
Lin Chen raised his head slightly, his eyes closed, and sporadic rain fell on his face.
Seeing this situation, Xun Lian always felt a little uneasy. He looked around and patted Lin Chen's shoulder.
Lin Chen opened his eyes warily, and saw Xun Congzheng stretch his finger to the surveillance camera on the street: "This surveillance was installed a few years ago, saying that it is for the safety of the merchants, but in fact it only poses." , Looking at the other side of the market, "the one on the other side has long been broken."
"Is there no surveillance coverage in the small park and morgue?" Lin Chen asked.
"The park area is too large, there are always blind spots for monitoring, and the morgue ... even if it is installed, no one dares to look at it," Xun Conglian said.
"So, there is a problem." Lin Chen paused and said, "The criminal seems to know the distribution structure of the camera very well and can always avoid surveillance when committing a crime. So why is Yan Qing always caught by surveillance? Come, isn't this strange? "
"It makes a lot of sense, I can't refute." Xun Conglian sucked his nose. "But technology is dead, and people are alive." He said, looking around, and walking diagonally to the fruit store. .
There is also a hardware store.
"I heard that the psychology case is amazing, I have always wanted to see it." Xun said from Linlian to Lin Chen's ear.
The owner of the hardware store is a middle-aged man in his early fifties with bald heads and white hair.
Seeing Xun Lianliang's certificate, he put his hand on the apron, and his tone was very familiar: "You came to ask about the day again, I really didn't see what happened on the opposite side, you see There are pipes in front of me, and I don't even know when the shop opened by my father. "
The boss speaks very quickly. In the same way, he seems to have been repeated many times and is a little impatient.
"No, tell him again." Xing Conglian pointed to Lin Chen aside.
Lin Chen took a half-step forward and moved the things in front of the boss to the side. He spoke softly, like an umbrella opened in the heavy rain: "You don't need to think about what happened, I hope you Tell me, what was the weather like that day? "
His voice was calm and peaceful, and even without any instructions, the boss closed his eyes unconsciously, as if in a long memory.
"The weather is fine, the sun has not set, but the vegetable field has always been gloomy and dark."
"You took a breath, there was a little sound around, and the crowd was walking around. Can you smell it then?"
With Lin Chen's words, the boss really took a long breath and then slowly said: "Yes, there is a fragrant chicken cake, raw meat, and fishy smell ..."
"You hear the sounds around you slowly getting louder, and the footsteps are getting louder and louder. You try hard to hear those sounds more clearly."
Lin Chen's voice became softer and softer, as if it were a melodious flute.
The owner of the hardware store was silent for a while, and then said again: "Cry, I heard the cry, the street is very chaotic, there are cries and shouts everywhere, the woman is shouting, help, help ... but I dare not I'm scared to move! "
"How does that feel?"
"I feel very scared. I'm not afraid of chopping anyone. I have a knife at hand. He dares to chop me. I dare to chop him. But when the old master fell down, I saw him lying there motionless. He He was very dark and his face was still laughing. I remembered my dad was so scary ... "
The boss said that the muscles on his face tightened up tightly, and he clenched his fists tightly. Suddenly, a peaceful voice, like a thin stream of water, slowly and powerfully washed away his closed atrium.
"Suddenly, you see a piece of paper in front of you. The paper is very long and wide. It came down from the sky and slowly wrapped the entire street."
The voice was very soft and slow, and the boss found that in his mind, a piece of paper really appeared, and that paper rolled from one end of the street to the other, wrapping everything up, causing him to fall into a short blank.
He frowned slightly, as if he could feel something, and the sound of that pause sounded again.
"Now, please reach out your hand, and slowly knead the piece of paper, there are a lot of things in it, so you must be careful when kneading, very slowly ..."
With the gentle instruction sound, the boss stood still, his hands dangled from the sides of his trouser pockets, but his fingertips were wonderful, shaking gently.
The Captain of the Interpol standing almost aside.
His eyes sometimes fell on the face of Ninghe's hostess, and sometimes on the face of the butcher's boss with closed eyes.
Lin Chen spoke again.
"Please hold the paper ball in your palm."
He said, the boss clenched his fists.
"Imagine raising your hand, raising it higher and higher, until the arm is over your head ... you feel the hand is a bit tired, but the things in your hand become very light, very light ... then, please use all your strength , Throw paper balls. "
Ghostly, in the mind of the boss, he really threw the paper ball out, and he felt himself raising his head until the white point disappeared into sight.
Then he felt a shot on his shoulder.
He opened his eyes warily.
In front of the look, the young man was standing.
The young man was not tall, a bit thin, and wore a white shirt with his shirt wet on his body.
He had a calm face, and his eyes were as clear as a stream under the rising sun.
In the ear of the boss, a familiar voice sounded again.
"Thank you very much."
The young man paused, looked directly into his eyes, and said seriously, "Also, those are gone."
The sky is still grey.
The two bid farewell to the stall owner, and Xun Lian leaned his umbrella to Lin Chen. He lowered his voice: "What was that just now, hypnosis?"
Lin Chen shook her head: "Psychology, it's not as weird as you think. No one can look at you and hypnotize you."
"What is that?" Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen sincerely, his eyelashes were a little golden, and he looked extraordinarily gentle when he gazed seriously at you.
"That's just a kind of treatment used by a psychotherapist to help the visitor get rid of some excessively horrible memories." Lin Chen looked at Xunlian Conglian. It seemed that he couldn't stand the over-enthusiastic look, so he silently looked away.
Xunconn didn't even know what to say, and when he asked the case, he also treated the traumatic trauma. This service seemed too thoughtful.
"So, have you asked anything?"
"It's weird. The perpetrator seems to be creating an atmosphere on purpose." Lin Chen thoughtfully.
The horror of loneliness under the morgue bed, the old man who suddenly fell in the street shop, the young man struggling to hang down with the rings, the fear of death brought to people step by step ...
"Call Fu Hao." As if thinking of some key, Lin Chen suddenly spoke.