Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 35: Infer

The world was a big place, holding many stories. To find an answer, one had to dig through thousands of stories, which was equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.

Lin Chen followed behind Xing Conglian, thinking the other party was reasonable and was in a rush, probably trying to find the answer. However, he didn't expect Xing Conglian to take him around the parking lot and went straight to the cafeteria of the management center.

Since it was past meal time, the cafeteria was already closed. The entrance to the small market had an old auntie and a cat dozing together, and the lights were off.

Xing Conglian went inside and came out with two bowls of beef-flavored instant noodles filled with hot water.

Lin Chen wanted to go over and help, but Xing Conglian tapped his pocket with his elbow.

Lin Chen then understood and reached into the pocket of the mixed-race young man and, unsurprisingly, found an unopened pack of cigarettes.

When people were irritable, their smoking addiction indeed became much stronger. Lin Chen patiently unwrapped the plastic packaging, pulled one out, and stuffed it into Xing Conglian's mouth. Xing Conglian turned around again and signaled for him to take the lighter from his other pocket.

Lin Chen took out the lighter and saw that Xing Conglian had bowed his head slightly and very naturally put the cigarette towards his hand.

With a flick, the flame lit the cigarette. In the dim space, the eyes of the mixed-race young man lowered. His green eyes, which were as clear as water, were covered by long, slender eyelashes. This was just an ordinary action, but Lin Chen felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

He retracted his hand and naturally put the lighter back into Xing Conglian's pocket.

Xing Conglian took a deep puff and breathed out in satisfaction.

From beginning to end, Xing Conglian didn't say a word. He was smoking solemnly as he slowly walked back to the car.

He put down the two bowls of instant noodles and patted the hood, then asked, "Can you get on by yourself?"

Xing Conglian drove an off-roader that had a high hood. Lin Chen was left a little speechless. As he held onto the hood of the car and stepped on the bumper to get up, he thought to himself, 'If I can't get up, what are you going to do? Hold me up?'

When he sat down did he find out why Xing Conglian chose this place.

The area where the jeep was parked was facing the endless reeds. An egret had swept across the sky in the distance. The afternoon sun was warm with a mellow breeze blowing. It was very suitable, comfortable, and pleasant. He picked up the instant noodle cup next to him and moved a bit so that Xing Conglian could jump up.

The instant noodles were still hot. When he lifted the lid, heat dissipated from his face. When Xing Conglian silently handed over a fork, they began to eat their belated lunch in silence.

As he took two sips, Lin Chen suddenly realized that he was very hungry. The spicy soup and chewy noodles entered his stomach, relieving him of the tension and fatigue.

"I've known you for a while now, but I still don't know where you are from." Xing Conglian took two sips before suddenly saying.

The breeze was soft, gently swaying the deep green reeds. What Xing Conglian said was just ordinary small talk.

"I'm from Maolin."

After Lin Chen answered, he suddenly remembered that Xing Conglian had taken out his phone and ordered a private investigation to be done on someone, and received that information back within a few minutes. Though the question he asked him was seemingly casual, what Xing Conglian meant behind it was that he had not explored his past through those investigative methods.