Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 3: Game

Despite being questioned, Fu Hao didn't seem offended. He smiled, clasped his hands together, and looked at Lin Chen eagerly.

Lin Chen had to admit that this trick worked very well.

Xing Conglian saw the unsmiling young man bow his head, picked up the evidence bag on the table, and spoke to them solemnly. "These white quartz sand should've come from a sandbox. There is a type of psychotherapy called * that uses this white sand and many objects to explore and diagnose a patient's mental state." The young man seemed to think of something and spoke carefully. "In the days before , a complete set of equipment for sandplay therapy would be more than 20,000 yuan and there were only a few manufacturers and distributors, but nowadays, it will be very difficult for you to trace the source of this white sand."

His voice was light, but whether it was the calm eyebrows or the upright posture, he commanded absolute authority.

What could possibly be said? When facing an expert, all presumptuous speculations seemed too trivial.

It was rare for Xing Conglian to apologize, but his apology lasted only a few seconds before it was interrupted by Lin Chen's words.

"If you let me go and promise not to appear in front of me again, I'll tell you where this sand came from."

"Okay." Xing Conglian didn't hesitate and answered quickly. After he spoke, he rested his chin on his hand and looked at Lin Chen with interest.

This time, it was Lin Chen who was surprised. He didn't expect the police to agree to his request.

He looked into the interrogator's dark green eyes solemnly, seemingly able to see the sincerity and integrity in them, not finding any signs of bluffing. "The sand in the little fatty's hand was stolen from my room. As for the white sand by the corpses, I have no idea."

He replied as such.

Xing Conglian nodded with an expression as if he expected this response.

Lin Chen no longer spoke. He glanced at his shidi* and stood up, expressing that he wanted to leave.

At that moment, there was a slight vibration in the interrogation room. Lin Chen subconsciously turned around, only to see the two people sitting in the chairs glancing at each other before each picking up their phones.

"Mr. Lin."

Xing Conglian held down the microphone and suddenly stopped him.

"We're heading to Central Park. Since it's along the way, we'll drop you off at your place. Please wait a while."

He stated this in a matter-of-fact tone without leaving any room for refutation.

If Lin Chen knew that "along the way" meant stopping by the murder scene first, he would've never stepped into Xing Conglian's jeep in the first place.

The incident happened at Central Park. The deceased was a young man in his thirties.

According to the report, the man was exercising in the park when he accidentally fell from the . The cause of death seemed to be a fracture to his skull.

At this time, it was completely dark as streetlights sparsely lit up. The camphor trees in the park swayed gently in the wind. In the night, the yellow tape raised by the police looked quite conspicuous. There was a crowd of people gathered around the cordon that it was impossible to see what was beyond it.

When the car braked suddenly, it made Lin Chen lean forward slightly.

In a flash, the police officer in the car had already taken off his uniform, pulled the handbrake, and lowered the window. Before Lin Chen could react, the man had already gotten out of the car and locked the door, leaving him and Fu Hao inside.