Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 96: Four Tones 08

The dynasty works really well.

This is something that Lin Chen has been feeling many times. In fact, if there is no dynasty, they will spend a lot of time on useless data retrieval during the case handling process, and the efficiency will be much lower than now, but as long as there is Young people with IQ are always online. Many times, as long as they ask questions and ideas, they will quickly give answers, which is really inconvenient.

And this is probably one of the reasons that Xun Conglian has always brought people around.

"Achen, do you see a milk tea shop over there? On the southeast corner, there is a Hong Kong-style milk tea shop. The perspective in front of that tea shop should be good."

The brisk voice came from the young man. Lin Chen couldn't help but look at the time. The time he spent thinking and searching was only about 20 seconds. He really didn't know where the African child Xun Conglian came from.

"See," he answered.

"I passed a wifi cracking software to your mobile mailbox. If the owner of that tea shop doesn't give you the wifi password, you can crack it yourself!" Wang Chao added.

"Are you from Africa? Now milk tea doesn't provide wifi how to do business." Xun Cong reprimanded.

"It's also possible that you won't give it without buying anything!"

"Isn't it enough to show the credentials?" Xing Conglian said again.

Lin Chen stepped up and walked there, listening to the voice of the two, he suddenly felt that even if there was a problem, it could probably be solved.

"But if it is cracked, isn't it more cool and more technical?" The dynasty retorted disappointedly, and then gave him science popularization, "Achen, do you know that Mao must let you connect to wifi, because In an emergency situation, so many people at the scene, once a major accident occurs, the g □□ signal is easily blocked, but the Internet facilities will be relatively smoother if there is no violent damage. If the phone is unavailable, you can use the Internet phone what do you think?"

"I think your fears scare me," he replied.

"Ah, Ah Chen, don't be afraid. Our boss has done this in any dangerous situation. You must believe that I will protect you!"

Lin Chen bowed his head slightly, walked along the periphery of the crowd, and walked towards the tea shop, even after the dangerous situation?

So he thought for a while and whispered, "How dangerous is it again?"

"For example, to rescue a number of precious cultural relics under the pressure of air strikes, deserts, terrorists, and circle the nations!"

"How about writing a novel?"

On the other side of the phone, Xun Conglian obviously drew another dynasty.

Lin Chen smiled, it was a fictional life.

Suddenly, he felt that Li Jingtian's singing stopped.

At the end of the song, the singer stabilized his breath and his breathing was a little rough.

The audience began to scream, and the occasional exclamation shouted, which stood out on the blank background sound.

Just listening to the singer's low laughter, the scene was instantly heard.

He said: "Thank you very much for coming today ..."

His voice was a bit low, and although he couldn't see the situation on the stage, Lin Chen could obviously feel the unusually sad atmosphere at the scene.