Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 110: Fairy Tale

"What happened to the rose?"

The young man across the deck suddenly looked up and asked.

It is probably that there have been too many cases recently, and the dynasty's reasoning ability is increasing day by day. Or, in other words, when you encounter too many things, the simple mind will gradually become sharper.

Lin Chen felt that the matcha ice cream in his mouth was slightly bitter. He thought that Xun Conglian must also think so.

"Xiao Wang Xiansen, you seem to have a lot of questions lately?" Xing Conglian said.

"Wait ... a rose, a warbler?"

As if finally realizing the joints, the dynasty snatched the computer after typing out these two keywords, and only typed a word.

Although the notebook was facing away from them, Lin Chen still guessed from the boy's stiff face. He probably had discovered the thing they wanted to hide from him.

"Why are you hiding me!"

The teenager turned the laptop over, and pictures of various sizes appeared on the screen.

Birds are on every picture.

The birds have taupe feathers and a taupe-like beak. They either soar in the sky or sing gently on the branches, and one of them is stabbed to death in the stem of a rose.

There was even a British writer who had written a very sad and beautiful fairy tale for the bird stabbed by a rose.

Lin Chen shifted his gaze to the search bar and looked at the results the teenager found himself. He couldn't help feeling that if he continued like this, the dynasty would probably be on his own soon.

There are only two words on the search bar, which is the name of a bird called the nightingale.

Nightingale is not a beautiful bird in general, but it has a very wide range. Unlike other birds, nightingale is a rare bird that sings at night. Therefore, this is what nightingale is called nightingale. the reason.

In fact, if it was just a dead nightingale, Lin Chen would not feel the biting cold.

The reason why he can feel the chill is entirely because of the very famous fairy tale written by British writer Wilde.

He hasn't seen that story for a long time. Specifically, he only saw the fairy tale only very often, but to this day, he still can clearly remember every detail in that fairy tale.

The story begins with a young student who wants to invite a favorite girl to dance.

The girl's request was very simple. She said that if he picked a red rose for her, she agreed to dance with him at the prince's dinner until dawn.

But in the middle of winter, where can young students find a red rose?

The young students were crying in the garden. Like most of Wilde's fairy tales, the little nightingale heard the object of his nightly singing crying in the garden.

Watching his original beautiful face become sad, Little Nightingale thought, your love is so affectionate, and you just want a rose, I can always find a red rose for you.

Then, it met white roses with white foam like Haitao, and yellow roses with yellow like mermaid blond hair, but they were not the red roses he wanted.

Eventually, the little nightingale came to a withered red rose.

But the rhizome of that red rose has been interrupted by the storm and its blood has been damaged by the cold winter. The red rose said that it can't bloom this year, and the only way to let it bloom is very scary.