Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 37: Beautiful

It had been a year since the September 11th car accident. One year wasn't long, but it was enough to erase many traces.

If time permitted, what they should do now was go back and investigate the incident again, whether it was investigating passing vehicles or reviewing the investigation report. They could even check the accounts of the rescuers on the scene, but how could time allow this?

In front of the crowd, vague figures of the heavily armed special forces were directing traffic.

A person like Huang Ze may still allow some negotiation with the kidnapper when the situation was unknown, but if he was really in control of the situation, he would definitely implement iron-fisted methods with no room for negotiation, disagreement, or compromise.

Such a principle was quite unreasonable, but it was a kind of truth in itself.

No matter what kind of appeal it was based on, hostage-taking was a crime. Because the law had been broken, one must be prepared to point the gun at others and know that others would do the same.

This was the reason why Xing Conglian wanted to maintain this delicate balance, because he had to ensure that such a deterrent existed.

Lin Chen couldn't help but think, 'You're making things really difficult for me, son.'

The car stopped on the side of the road.

The slender captain of the police criminal division stepped out first. The special forces officer who knew Xing Conglian walked towards him to talk. In the reed field in the distance, a small path loomed.

Lin Chen was sitting in the car, stroking the screen lightly.

After a while, Xing Conglian came over and knocked on the window. "Let's go."

"How far will it take to walk?"

"About 15 minutes."

Lin Chen looked at the time. There were just 15 minutes left of the agreed 90 minutes.

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The vast reed field was like a wonderful world.

The surroundings were silent, with green leaf spikes floating overhead. There was birdsong, flowing water, and fresh grass holding the aroma of wildflowers, but such silence and serenity were the most hypocritical illusion, because somewhere in this reed field, guns were hidden everywhere. Perhaps in the next moment, a bullet would pierce the kidnapper's head, and he would slump to the ground bleeding on such a scene.

Time was so tight that Xing Conglian didn't even have time to smoke another cigarette. He pushed aside the reeds that kept falling in the way while also carefully reading the accident investigation report.

"Captain Xing, why do you think that there's something wrong with this accident? The report you're looking at now has been through layers of review before it was approved to be released." The small-time traffic cop trekked along the mud as he followed them. The implication was that there were many experts who had reviewed it and they all found it was purely an accident, so was Xing Conglian insinuating he was more of an expert than they were?

Lin Chen stepped across a puddle. He let go of Xing Conglian's hand and stood still while he answered the cop's question. "Because in the depths of this reed field, a child is pointing a gun at other children and threatening us to find out the truth about his father's death."

"This kid has issues, no?" The traffic cop swatted away the annoying leaves. "Every year, so many people die on the highway. Life and death are purely fate. Why is he so paranoid?"

"His father is a drug enforcement officer." Xing Conglian turned his head and said coldly.

"Eh?" The traffic cop raised his volume. "You're not suspecting that someone wanted to kill that police officer, so they killed everyone else in the bus as well?"