Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 38: Three Graves 01

Girl, please don't live in the humble grave.

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"Mr. Lin, I will ask you some questions below, please answer truthfully."

"Ok."

"Are you Lin Chen?"

"Yes."

"Are you Fengchun?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to answer my question truthfully about this polygraph survey?"

"willing."

Lin Chen was sitting in the interrogation room. He had several clips on his index finger and ring finger, a blood pressure monitor wrapped around his arm, and some wires connected his chest and the screen on the desktop.

His heartbeat, breathing, blood pressure, skin electricity, and other parameters are gathered into complex lines on the screen and slowly advanced forward.

Opposite him is a staff member of the Inspectorate, of course, not Inspector Huang himself.

Since the "Candy Thieves" case, Lin Chen has never seen Huang Ze again for some reason, and, for no apparent reason, Huang Ze actually sent someone to handle the police approval process for him. Of course, before that, he still had to explain something unexplained.

Of course, passing the polygraph test is also part of the explanation process.

The polygrapher opposite him looked away from the data monitoring screen, his eyes were slightly fixed, and of course, after ending the neutral problem without threat, of course, he got to the topic.

"Did you use your authority to help criminals in the process of handling the case?"

"No."

"During the process of assisting the police in the 9.10 serial killings, did you intend to help the suspect Feng Peilin jump off the river to escape?"

"No."

The data line on the screen began to fluctuate, and the polygrapher quickly swept across the screen, then slightly disappointed back to look: "What happened to Feng Peilin after you fell into the river with Feng Peilin?"

"After falling into the river with Feng Peilin, we were scattered by the river. I don't know if he is still alive." Lin Chen held the glass, the water was hot, and a thin layer of tea floated on the water surface. He stared at the rotating tea stalk. Replied lightly.

"According to you, since you are okay, why not return to the team to report these situations before leaving, but instead of saying hello and leaving alone, sneak away?"

Hearing this question, Lin Chen raised his eyes slightly, as if looking at the face of the polygrapher, as if looking at the clear one-way glass behind him.

"Since Feng Peilin's goal has always been me, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble to the police again." He paused, and then continued: "And some powerful people are always asking me for trouble , I also want to swindle to death, to avoid these troubles. "He was very stable, his voice was calm, because it sounded extraordinarily calm.

Even if he doesn't look at the complicated lines, from the tone or attitude of his speech, anyone who hears this sentence will feel that there is nothing wrong with this reason, but it is just nothing wrong.

Standing outside the one-way glass that was a little too clear, stood alone.

He put his hands in his pockets and wore the standard police uniform, which was different from the meticulous Inspector Huang who always wore clothes. His clothes were a bit wrinkled and the first button was not tied up. But maybe his eye sockets are too deep, or his eyes are greenish. In his eyes staring at the interrogation room, there is a sense of tranquility and peace that is not in harmony with the diffuse image.