Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 71: Three Graves 34

"Mr. Borrow a fire."

A weak voice came from overhead, and the light was dim. Lin Chen looked at the leather boots on the ground, took out a box of matches from his pocket, and handed them upwards.

"Aren't you not smoking?"

The sound of Xun Conglian sounded a little surprised, so the phrase borrowed from the fire just now was more like a joke or a joke.

"I took the match when I went out."

"Why do you get a match when you go out?"

"Anyway."

"I thought it was brought to me specially." Xun Conglian mumbled casually, and sat down on the steps beside him, "I don't know, can I click ..."

After that, the man ran a match toward the phosphor strip on the side, and stabbed, and the flames floated along with the green smoke.

"Can I still count as a transshipment?" Xing Conglian stared at the flames and asked him.

"Your luck has always been too good." Lin Chen said helplessly with a warm breath around her.

"Eh?"

"Fortunately, there was a heavy rain. The students hesitated when they rushed out of the classroom, so they just got some time." Lin Chen thought about it and asked, "What was found on the stairs?"

"You didn't sneak to the scene?" Xun Lian slightly tilted his head and asked in a skeptical tone.

"No, I always listen to the leaders." Lin Chen answered.

"Well ..." At the last moment when the match was burned out, Xun Conglian finally lit a cigarette. He took a deep breath of tobacco and spoke slowly. "Plastic beads, glass, tacks ..."

In the voice of Xing Conglian, he couldn't hear much emotion. At this time, the rain was so small that he could hardly hear it.

"That should be it."

Lin Chen didn't have any unexpected feelings. The continuous emergencies over the past few days have completely pulled their nerves to the limit. After suddenly relaxing, they didn't even have the strength to be afraid, leaving only tiredness.

Although this state is not good, and time is short, Lin Chen still quietly, waiting for his sentence to smoke a cigarette.

"Say, what is collective unconsciousness?" Xing Conglian pressed his cigarette **** and turned to look at him.

"Why is your memory so good?" Lin Chen looked at the dark night sky. If it wasn't too wet on the ground, he would almost like to lie down on the steps.

"I remember a lot of what you said."

The tone of Xun Conglian was taken for granted. Lin Chen smiled lowly. He really lay down on the steps. He put his head in his hands and said, "For example, under normal circumstances, students would resist the school arrangement. Howling, want to rush out of the classroom? "

"of course not."

"Then have you ever thought about what caused them to suddenly become what they were just now?"

"Isn't it because it's dark, and someone deliberately instigated them while in disorder?"

"In fact, fans of rock concerts during the day also riot, and fans are prone to riots after the team loses. This has nothing to do with time, environment, and location, it is only about people. Let 's explore further This question, why is human beings instigated by small things to make extreme moves? "