Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 6: Feeling

Trust was a strange word.

They had just recently met and had no deep friendship, so mentioning trust seemed quite ridiculous.

Yet Lin Chen asked, "Can you trust me?"

Xing Conglian thought, 'Of course I do.'

The source of this trust was also strange. At that time, Xing Conglian thought the only reason he trusted Lin Chen was because he had a good feeling about the dorm manager.

Thus, he arranged for his men to scour the entire city to search for Yu Yanqing.

However, Yu Yanqing hadn't committed any crime, and there was no missing report. The so-called search was just to monitor her ID, various citizen cards, and banking information, and to notify the police near where she lived for them to be on alert and to report to their superiors if anything occurred. Other than that, there was no better option. This was the limit of what Xing Conglian could do.

Xing Conglian put down the phone and looked back at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen lowered his head slightly while holding the ginger tea with both hands and took a small sip. As if noticing Xing Conglian's gaze, he raised his head and said, "Take me to the hospital."

Hong Jing's Third People's Hospital was where it all started.

If they wanted the full story, they had to come back here.

Because of the typhoon, there were few people inside. The wind slammed against the door, blowing away one stretcher after another.

Surrounded by icy white walls and smoky gray floors. Patients who were injured by the typhoon were placed both in and out of the emergency hall, which was filled with low wails that echoed through the corridors. The volume kept increasing due to the extreme pain, and the biting cold only added to their irritation.

Lin Chen put down his umbrella and patted off the rain on his shoulder.

The medical staff was busy with the patients, so they were received by the head of security of the hospital.

The chief of security was huge. He led the way. When they approached the corner of the stairs, Lin Chen suddenly felt a chill for no reason.

The elevator door behind him opened, and a doctor wearing a white coat was the first to rush out, followed by two nurses pushing equipment.

The doctor rushed into the ward. After a short while, a high pitched sound from a pacemaker rang out and was so shrill it pierced their eardrums like it was calling death.

Outside the ward, some people began to cry, while others silently sat down.

Only one person left the chaos of the crowd looking at ease. He looked around as if nothing had happened, found a row of blue benches, laid down on them, and went to sleep.

Just before he went up the stairs, Lin Chen's gaze rested on that row of benches.

"That's a hospital nurse." As if he could see his doubt, Xian Conglian explained.

"Strange."

"What's strange?"

"Someone had passed away, yet he didn't feel any sadness," Lin Chen replied.

"After seeing too much, of course they'll become numb to it." The security chief who was accompanying them looked back at the nurse and said nonchalantly.

"Seen too much?"

"Indeed. Our hospital has a contract with a labor company. Cleaners and nurses who work here have long-term contracts. Some have been in this hospital longer than some of the doctors..."