Chapter 11: Try

I don't know who said that the most reasonable is the most unreasonable.
Yu Yanqing appeared outside the three cases where she was found. She killed someone, wrote a suicide note, and committed suicide. In her suicide room, she found evidence that she was the murderer.
This is the most reasonable ring.
Because it is perfect, it is not reasonable.
"But the problem is that you have no evidence." Xing Conglian said.
You have no evidence that Yu Yanqing is extremely afraid of death, so she dare not commit suicide because she is already dead.
"I really have no evidence. I am even convinced that she killed herself." Lin Chen folded the stationery in her hand: "I just want to know how she overcomes her instincts and separated her throat with a knife. Lin Chen was silent for a moment, as if looking for the right sentence. "People are always afraid of death. Whether it is psychological or physical, human beings have extremely complex self-protection mechanisms. Then, it is never easy to break through human nature and break through obstacles. Unless there is a strong motivation behind it. "
"Isn't it easy to die?" Xing Conglian wondered. "But you said that, suddenly I thought ... Just now the forensic doctor said that there was a problem with the wound on Yu Yanqing's body."
"what?"
"She has different shades, different old and new, and she should have started self-harm early. She first made small wounds in places that were not dangerous, and then the wounds slowly spread to the wrists, chests, and necks ..." The punishment paused. "Finally, she slit her throat with a knife, but at that time, she did not die immediately. She was still struggling to insert the knife into her heart."
After finishing the sentence, Conglian looked at Lin Chen secretly.
Lin Chen just lowered her head and could not see the expression on her face.
The room fell into an intolerable silence, and it was almost dark again, and finally, Xun Cong couldn't bear it, and spoke again.
"What does this mean?" He asked.
Lin Chen began to pack up the stationery on the ground, and shoved all those letters back into the envelope: "This shows that she is determined to die, with serious attitude and resolute will, rarely seen."
Lin Chen's answer is very straightforward and straightforward. Anyone who has seen the scene will reach such a conclusion.
Many people commit suicide because they are too painful to live and have no love, but Yu Yanqing seems to simply adore the feeling of death.
If she lay under the corpse to kill someone just because she was in love with death, it seems that she can make sense.
But all questions will still return to the last three words.
why?
Lin Chen wiped his face, he really did not understand the problem.
"You said, what did it feel like when a person died?" Lin Chen took a deep breath and asked Xunlian.
"Don't you know if you try?" Xun Conglian slyly smiled.
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Since ancient times, people have always been secretive about death.
It is too dangerous and terrifying, it represents the end of life, but occasionally, it also exudes a charming color, tempting to approach.
Xing Conglian took Lin Chen and stood on the side of the road with the early lights on.
At this time, the wind was not strong, and the street lights were carrying a halo in the drizzle.
Just at the peak of work, the intersection was full of traffic, the vehicles were wrapped in rainwater, howling, vocals, horns, engine sounds, and numerous sounds mixed together, making the scalp tingling.
"Are you ready?" Xun Conglian asked.
Before Lin Chen responded, he was dragged and rushed towards the traffic. .
His corner of the clothes just crossed the headlights, and he ran back into the back of the car again. The partial punishment was so powerful that he couldn't break free. He could only be dragged forward unconsciously.
My shoulder hurts, but the running doesn't stop. Every step is like stepping to death. I just passed through the traffic in the previous second, and another car rolled over the second. The roar near the ear is enough to tear the eardrum. The wind was so loud that there were big hands in the air, pushing them into the abyss.
Standing over the barrier, Lin Chen almost fell down in the row of small pine trees.
Xing Conglian stood panting on the bicycle lane, and still held Lin Chen's hand tightly.
Behind the two, many drivers kept honking their horns. The closest to them was an Audi car. The driver lowered the window and yelled.
"Baby, how do you feel?" Xing Conglian laughed badly, without any fear.
Lin Chen pulled back and looked up at Xun Conglian: "I now, finally believe one thing ..."
"what's up?"
"You really have exotic blood."
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As a descendant of the fighting race, the punishment was of course thick and thick, but even though he was very careful, Lin Chen was inevitably injured, his left leg was bruised, his waist was a lot of blue, and the road was a bit unstable.
When the two returned to school, Yu Yanqing's body had been removed, and Fu Hao had also called to come.
It was learned that Xun Lian even took Lin Chen to death, Professor Fu took three steps and made two steps, and jumped up. He took the captain of the punishment very seriously.
The Captain of the Sentence was twitched, and Professor Fu did not care about him after he beat him. Instead, he took Lin Chen's hand and looked up and down carefully. His words and actions were the same, mother-in-law: "Brother, stay away from this kind of person ... ... "
"He's dead, you can't die anymore ..."
"Would you like to go to the hospital first? You can stay with me in the evening. If the wound becomes inflamed, I can still take care of you ..."
"Where do you live in the school dormitory?" After hearing this, Xun Conglian debunked the proletariat Professor Fu very simply.
"Single dormitory!"
"But your brother is moving here, and your little dormitory can't fit your brother's big sandbox."
Fu Hao was simple and didn't realize the problem. Instead, he slashed his sentence: "Your room is also very small!"
Xing Conglian smiled, "But there are many houses in my house."
"Where's your house?"
"Yan Jiaxiang."
As a high-level intellectual, Professor Fu abhors this pure copper smelly conversation. However, cultural people still can't stand the hooligan, because the captain is the only car race. Xing Conglian stopped the big jeep at the alley of Yanjiaxiang, and the situation was a foregone conclusion.
In front of the old street and the pink-walled Dewa House next to the street, the captain in the driver's seat waved his hand and said to Lin Chen, "Choose, where do you want to live?"
On the back seat, Fu Hao was drinking water. He held the water bottle and trembled gently, forcing himself not to spill the water.
"You seem to have bought this street?" Professor Fu mocked.
"I think it's good here, so I bought it." Xing Conglian said casually, very righteous and speechless.
In the gap between the Captain of the Criminal Captain and his luggage, Fu Hao quickly grabbed Lin Chen and whispered, "Brother, I tell you that a man has the best face and you are upright, but don't take it apart.
Lin Chen nodded solemnly, expressing understanding.
Finally, Xun Conglian still moved all of Lin Chen's luggage back to his old house at No. 6 Yanjia Lane.
The reason is also very good: "No other house has been cleaned, and it is convenient to discuss the case together."
Lin Chen and Fu Hao looked at each other and nodded.
It was dark, and there was no good lighting in the old house. Xun Lian supported a table lamp on the Eight Immortals table and brought out three bowls of braised beef noodles.
Professor Fu has nothing to say but can only noodles by appointment.
Xun Conglian also pulled out the ham sausage from the drawer, and one was divided into one, which was very magnificent.
Lin Chen tore open the plastic packaging and took a bite without disappointment.
Finally, Hao Fu couldn't help it. He slammed the table, and the plastic fork in his hand broke into slag: "Did you know that we saw the scene of the murder today, how and cruel it is, and eating braised beef noodles? Anyway, what's going on with the ham sausage ??? "
"Professor Fu shouldn't dislike it, it's not a case of broken corpses, and there's nothing wrong with the ham sausage ..." Xing Conglian relieved.
Fu Hao finally lost his appetite.
The rain started again, and for a while, only the crisp sound of rain hitting the tiles remained in the old house.
Fu Hao held his head and looked at Lin Chen's serious face drinking soup, and suddenly said: "Brother, I have never understood very much. Since Yu Yanqing secretly loves you, write so many letters to you, but what is the sudden suicide? He sucked his nose. "Why didn't she kill you and then commit suicide?"
"What did you say?" Lin Chen suddenly dropped the bowl and looked at Fu Hao seriously.
For a moment, Professor Fu didn't know what he said wrong. He blinked, carefully, and repeated: "I said, why didn't he kill you and then commit suicide ..."
Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian and said, "There is a problem here."
Xing Conglian nodded, thinking of course that I knew there was a problem here.
But under Lin Chen's burning eyes, he only uttered a word: "Ah?"
"If it is a case committed by the same person, no matter how chaotic, there must be an internal order. I have never understood where the internal order is in these cases." Lin Chen paused and said to Xing Conglian, "Troubleshoot me for support. Pen, "he said to Xing Conglian.
The pen and paper were quickly taken, and Lin Chen pushed away the instant noodle bowl and said to Hao, "You repeat the case process."
Fu Hao blurted out: "First, the morgue of the hospital found that the patient was neatly dressed. Then, the body of the old man appeared in the street shop. Then, the young man in the small park fell off the ring. Finally, Yu Yanqing committed suicide ... "
Fu Haobian said, Lin Chen wrote, and finally, several keywords appeared on the paper.
Corpse → Present Corpse → Murder → Suicide
These keywords are connected by arrows to form a circle.
Looking at the words written by Lin Chen, Fu Hao also felt that he felt the core of the whole thing, but it seemed that the most critical link was missing.