Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 9: At Last

Lin Chen was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the window.

Outside stood a cleaning auntie wearing a yellow poncho. He got up and opened the window, only to hear the auntie angrily say, "Xiao* Lin, do you have the key to Yanqing's toolshed?"

Lin Chen shook his head. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Isn't the school closed today?"

"Even if it is, the boss didn't give us a day off." The auntie leaned against her long broom. "It's hard sweeping floors day and night."

Lin Chen was keenly aware of the abnormality here. Why would a cleaning auntie come to ask him for the key to Yu Yanqing's toolshed?

With this in mind, he asked, "Who asked you to ask me for the key to Yu Yanqing's toolshed?"

"Oh, it's because you have such a good relationship," the auntie said with a smile. Seeing as how he was young and good-looking, she couldn't help but joke, "She resigned and said she left the key to you. Don't you have it? Well, who doesn't know? She usually runs to you whenever she needs something..."

The old auntie was still chattering, but Lin Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yu Yanqing resigned but didn't return the keys but said she gave them to him?

But he didn't get any keys. If this was the case, the logistics department would need to break through the door.

So, what was behind the door?

"The key may be with me, but I have to look for it. Please go and clean other places first, okay?" Lin Chen bowed slightly. After finishing his conversation with the auntie, he turned around and returned to his bedside, took out his phone, and called Xing Conglian's number.

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When Xing Conglian arrived, Lin Chen was alone. He was leaning on the door to the basement entrance, apparently guarding it alone for a while now.

Seeing a forensic officer and doctor following Xing Conglian, Lin Chen nodded, stood up straight, and moved out of the way.

There was only a dim light on in the stairwell, which made his face gloomy, even a bit sad.

As a criminal investigator, Xing Conglian could of course smell the abnormal fishy stench in the air. His expression darkened. He put on gloves and opened the door to the basement. The strong smell of blood choked everyone.

The criminal officer, who was used to dealing with this kind of scene, had to block off the cordon according to regulation. With all the lights on, it created a dazzling effect that made the dark underground space look like day.

Damaged desks, dilapidated beds, and textbooks were scattered about. Every item in the basement was illuminated clearly-even the dust was covered by a layer of brilliance.

At the end of the entire space, there was a closed, ochre-colored wooden door.

The police officer found the master key and asked Xing Conglian for his instructions.

Xing Conglian glanced at Lin Chen, took the key, and walked to the wooden door.

Opening it was a simple matter. All he needed to do was insert the key into the keyhole, turn it gently, and with a click, the door would open. Yet Xing Conglian found that this seemingly simple task was one of the most difficult and bitter things to do in the world.

The smell of blood drifted out along the crack of the door.

He put his hand on the door panel, glanced at Lin Chen again, and said, "You know, this means you'll become a suspect."