Chapter 13: problem

From easy to difficult, repeated many times ...
This is the learning method that human beings have mastered in the evolution of nearly 10,000 years. Then, learning to overcome is also learning.
"What, you mean, Yu Yanqing did so much to overcome the fear of death?"
Fu Hao came early, and before putting down the hot milk bread, he heard the important spoiler of Xun Conglian.
"Have you heard of desensitization of the system?" The captain of the criminal squad was proud of crossing Erlang's legs.
Fu Hao hurriedly put down the plastic bag, got to Lin Chen, and asked, "Is the system desensitized?"
Xing Conglian was completely ignored, but was not angry, but rushed to explain to Fu Hao: "Yeah, Yu Yanqing should use a systematic desensitization method to alleviate his fear of death ..."
"Shut up." Fu Haoyin stopped the sentence and asked Lin Chen: "Brother, what is going on?"
"All the intentions of this case are closely related to death and present a gradually enlarged sense of fear. This is the conclusion we have reached earlier." Lin Chen coughed lightly, he said, instead of punishing him Even so easy: "But we have been missing one, the clue that runs through everything is the important reminder that fat gave us." He said, looking at the children sitting on the bench playing with fingers, "from the crime The process inferred that Yu Yanqing may have used a systematic desensitization method to overcome her fear of death. The whole process should be divided into four steps: first, she approached the corpse, fantasizing that she was dead, and slowly doing relaxation training to adapt to and The distance of the corpse, so there are traces of being slept under the bed in the morgue of the hospital. Dressing the corpse neatly also shows a respect for death. "Lin Chen paused, as if thinking:" Then watching the cruelty together The murder scene, observe the reaction of others to death; then kill a person with your own hands, watch him die in your hands, adapt to this process of life fading, and the young people who are exercising are killed Because. "
Fu Hao only felt that the more he heard the colder, his lips trembled softly and asked, "Finally, suicide?"
"It was suicide."
Fu Hao took a breath and felt that his cheeks were cold.
"So, are we closed?" He asked, shaking.
Yu Yanqing killed someone, left a suicide note, and committed suicide, so perfect,
Lin Chen was sitting on a hard, cold wooden bench with his fingers half cold, and deliberately or unconsciously tapped on the wall of the cup, as if he didn't hear the problem of Fu Hao.
"It seems that it is not impossible to write a closing report." Xun Conglian held his fluffy beard with the palm of his hand, paused, and said, "But I always feel that something is missing."
It's like a horrible fog. You have spent all your hard work, walking through the fog, and in the end, you just touch a high wall.
Towering up and down, towering.
I want to say that this is okay, but it seems far from enough.
"I want to take another look at Yu Yanqing's information." Lin Chen stopped tapping the wall of the cup, and said lightly.
About half an hour later, a young talking technician was holding a notebook and standing at the door.
He wore a black peaked cap with dripping visor and shiny eyes. At the sight of Xun Lianlian, his tone was very resentful: "Oh, typhoon, the car is hard to hit."
Xing Cong bit his cigarette and motioned him to sit down and work.
The dynasty then picked a position near Lin Chen and said, "Mr. Lin, do you play lol? I will teach you how to play."
Xun took a scalp from his backhand: "Speed, Yu Yanqing's information."
"I said, you're really overkill like this." The dynasty's fingers bounced quickly on the keyboard. After a while, a detailed profile was revealed: "You also have Xiaolongbao doing these things." Load up the information, plug the mouse into Lin Chen's hand, and lean on the back of the chair.
Yu Yanqing's life is organized in great detail, from where she lived as a child, to which elementary school, to recent medical insurance card records.
Lin Chen looked at it very quickly. It took less than five minutes from beginning to end.
The moment he released the mouse, he rubbed his eyes subconsciously.
Xun Lian went up to him and asked, "After reading?"
"finish watching."
"What is the problem?"
"No problem."
Yu Yanqing is a very ordinary girl.
She was born in a small town in the border town. After completing nine years of compulsory education, she went out to work. She worked as a waiter and a factory female worker. Later she entered a "good home" labor company and worked as a gardener in the city's third primary school. In order to make money, she worked on weekends. Will be a part-time cleaner in the hospital. Her resume is simple and clean. It is not different from the thousands of girls of the same age as her. The only difference is that in a very beautiful age, she chose to use the most cruel way to end her and others' lives. .
Then, in this very short time, there must be a powerful event to push her away from the flat track that should belong to her.
However, he did not see such a thing.
After thinking for a long time, Lin Chen finally spoke again: "Her parents are still alive?"
"Yeah." The dynasty nodded.
"Elderly at home, she died when she was very young?"
"Yes."
"That would be weird."
Yu Yanqing's experience is simple, both parents, what exactly did she experience, so she became so attached to death.
"No way, what happened to the little girl in the hospital?"
Xun asked from a low voice, mysterious and abnormal.
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The hospital was the beginning of the incident.
Lin Chen got out of the car and an ambulance happened to brake suddenly beside him.
The door was open, and the medical staff took the stretcher to get out of the car. There was a sick bed waiting outside the door. It was an old man who was more than a few years old. The old man was followed by a pair of children, all crying and swollen. Lin Chen passed them by, listening I yelled at mom as they ran.
Xing Cong pushed open the door, Lin Chen was still looking back at the middle-aged brother and sister.
"how?"
"In fact, each of us has experienced such a moment. However, normal people will feel sad, sad, and painful when they face the departure of their loved ones, but they will not create a fear of death."
Xing Conglian rubbed his beard and put his hand on the glass door.
After a while, Lin Chen looked up, his expression quickly condensed: "The first time I received the letter was on July 13, and I received one every other week. The first time a neatly dressed male body appeared in the hospital. On September 7th, "he looked at Xun Conglian, and said," During this period, how many patients died in the city hospital, which of them died on the floor where Yan Qing was responsible for cleaning. Yu Yanqing was here. Who you have been intimately with during this time, we have to ask you to find out. "
Xun Cong nodded his head, and he had to go to the Security Division to ask, but he had just taken two steps, but he heard Lin Chen said behind his back: "The date of death should be Wednesday. The patient may live on the seventh floor or in the seventh building. . "
"why?"
Xun Lian felt that she was an idiot as soon as she asked. Both July 13 and September 7 were Wednesdays. A letter was sent every other week, and even the time interval between the appearance of neatly dressed corpses in the hospital was exactly 7 days.
They used to think that this might only be the law of murderers, but now it seems that there may be a deeper reason.
After the execution of the sentence, Fu Hao Chao Lin Chen was standing beside him. He changed his appearance as a follower with a solemn look: "Brother, do you have any number in mind, is this a simple murder case, or ..."
He stopped talking and Lin Chen didn't answer. Instead, he raised his head, looked at the white wall of the hospital, glanced down the glass windows, and climbed to a very high floor.
"Look at 7 搂," he said.
Fu Hao sighed long. Of course, he knows how the stern man is strict. But what Lin Chen does not want to say, it must be a secret before he mentions it.
The elevator climbed quickly to the top floor, and the moment the elevator door opened again, the three scarlet letters of "Oncology" were drawn into the eyes.
At that moment, even Fu Hao suddenly wanted to understand a lot of things.
Lin Chen coughed lowly, and Fu Hao finally got out of the elevator.
The oncology ward was quiet and abnormal. Occasionally, the old man was holding the railing and walking slowly.
Just then, a care worker walked past an old man. Lin Chen remembered that it was a care worker lying in the hospital corridor a few days ago, so he went up and patted the other person's shoulder.
"Hello, may I ask, do you know Yan Qing?" His question was very clear.
The other nodded, dismissing his tone: "What happened to her?"
"She is dead."
The man opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Suicide." He continued.
"I didn't doubt what you meant, I just wanted to know, did Yu Yanqing know any man in the hospital?"
The caregiver's face changed greatly, but he dared not speak.
"Not me! I didn't kill her!"
"I know it's not you." Lin Chen's voice calmed down, as if to ease the other party's anxiety and tension, "I didn't mean to inquire about the relationship between you and Yu Yanqing, this is your ." He said softly Speaking, a sandbox model posed by the murderer emerged in the brain, "I would like to remind you if you have seen such a pair of mother and son. This family has only two mothers and sons. The son is about 35-40 years old. The mother is about 65 years old. The mother disciplined her son severely. You used to think that this old lady was still so strong and annoying. "
The interpretation of the sand table is in itself a deliberate imagination. Lin Chen conjures what he felt repeatedly at the scene of death. It is a strong confrontation between external order and internal chaos. It is confused and helpless. "That Son, I think you will be impressed. He is so obedient to his mother that you may think that he is like a weaned child. "Lin Chen changed his tone, and the speed of speech became slower and slower." But he is very Gentleman, his behavior is very normative, even charming. "
The nurse suddenly looked up, as if thinking of something.
"who is it?
"Yan Qing cleaned the son of a patient who used to live in Bed 3 in District 7."
"What's wrong with that patient?"
"Stomach cancer, especially tortures people." Nursing staff did not shy away at all.
"That patient ... committed suicide?"
The nurse was surprised, but nodded.