Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 32: Trap

There were certain things that could be said to someone but not to others. This wasn't hypocrisy. The key lay in the timing of when it was to be said and the person it was being said to.

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian had a short conversation. When they went upstairs again, Wang Chao was by himself in a corner, controlling two computers. The young technician nodded to them, indicating the tracking software was fine and the kidnapper could be called.

The leather sofa in the office was very bright, complementing the picture behind the table. Mrs. Xing's face seemed to glow, and she was as beautiful as ever.

The chairman, the assistant, and even the manager of the transportation company all looked at them with burning eyes, as if they couldn't wait for the phone to be dialed and the negotiations for the hostage to begin.

However, Xing Conglian didn't mean to act immediately. He sat down next to Wang Chao and patiently said something to the young man.

Those in the office suddenly felt a twinge of disappointment, as if a raging fire that had just been ignored was blown out by a breeze.

Lin Chen looked around the office. He first walked to the window and opened it, then turned around and took a paper cup from the water dispenser and consciously filled it with hot water.

Five minutes passed, yet Xing Conglian was still whispering to Wang Chao while Lin Chen was sipping tea.

With the window open, fresh air breezed in, but the three people in the office didn't feel refreshed. Finally, the owner of the office couldn't stand it. The chairman, who was over 40 years old, cleared his throat and asked, "What is Captain Xing waiting for?"

Also unable to bear it, Inspector Huang, who was hundreds of kilometers away, was facing the cameras of more than dozens of media outlets.

The reporters had already set up cameras and radio equipment, and then waited like this for nearly ten minutes. Standing in front of the camera, Jiang Zhe felt that the original tension and excitement of facing the kidnapper was about to disappear.

Jiang Zhe looked at the crowd again seeing Huang Ze, whose face was still grim, still standing aloof. Jiang Zhe thought for a while, then put his cellphone into his pocket, and after apologizing to the media, he walked up to Huang Ze and whispered, "Inspector Huang, the reporters are getting impatient. In case there's a problem in the process of rescuing the hostages because of the delay in execution by Captain Xing, it'll be only you who'll be accused of being inept."

Jiang Zhe might have been ridiculed by Lin Chen for not being able to memorize the DSM-IV-TR diagnostic manual, but he had a thorough understanding of the mentality of the officials. Therefore, after he aggravated the word "Captain Xing", Huang Ze finally reacted.

As if he had telepathy, Xing Conglian looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and just ten minutes later, his phone rang.

"Inspector Huang."

"Captain Xing."

After the meaningless greeting, the two of them fell silent again, as if in tacit understanding.

"Inspector Huang, what's the matter?" Xing Conglian asked casually. Since he spoke so casually, it made his voice sound harsh in Huang Ze's ears.

Huang Ze replied coldly, "I just called to inform Captain Xing, since this case has been upgraded from a simple robbery to a hostage-taking situation, the crime scene is not within the scope of Hongjing. To be precise, Captain Xing can only assist in this investigation but you have no leadership."

"I know, Inspector Huang. Didn't you stop me from participating in this case a while ago? It's just that I happened to be in the surveillance center, so I can help a bit." Xing Conglian switched the cellphone to his right hand and patted Wang Chao on the shoulder. "The technician in our bureau also happened to be here. He's setting up the tracking system. First, you should find a laptop. Then I'll have him teach you how to track the kidnapper's location."