Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 140: .139

Lin Chen felt that he was a bit out of control. This is not to say that he would make any violent or unusual behavior. He just felt that he was going crazy.

His eardrum was tingling, as if someone was knocking **** his temple with a shovel, so the distance from the temple to the ear was so irritating that he could not think, although he could see Xing Conglian's face, Seeing the pale face of the dynasty, and seeing everything in this studio, when things got out of control, these things seemed to lose any meaning, even the tortured prison he liked so much did not make any sense.

It seems like something has drained away all the happiness and joy in this world, and even the free breathing air has to be drained. The thick malice is covered like ink, and the smell is smelly ...

No, there is no air. Where can he smell these smells?

So the luckiest thing in this case is that he also knows that he is out of control, just as if you knew you were a mentally ill patient, then you are actually awake.

Lin Chen recovered quickly. He tried his best to restrain these emotions. Although no psychologist would agree with the idea of ​​suppressing emotions, he didn't have so much time to consider them now.

The original faded picture was gradually stained with some colors. The eyes of Xing Cong's straight nose and the more handsome face because of shaving his beard were shaved. Xing Conglian's palms covered his cheeks, his thumbs were tight Immediately behind his ears, Xun Lianlian was so close to him. Lin Chen even suspected that Xing Liangang had only called him for a long time, so now he will take such a slightly ambiguous posture to try to wake him up.

Lin Chen stepped back, wiped his tears with his fingertips, and said, "Sorry."

Xun Cong frowned, but his hand did not mean to let go.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen felt the rough cocoon on the abdomen of Zhirong Lian and the heat of his palm, but he didn't understand what was wrong with him, honestly, if someone in the world could not understand him sometimes, That must be Xing Conglian.

Sure enough, when he opened his mouth, Xun Conglian's face was so dull again that he wanted to drip. Xun Cong let go of his hand, returned to the speaker to turn off the music, and then turned to the other two people in the recording room and said, "Go out."

The dynasty was very clever at this time, and the young man didn't say a word. He dragged Lu Xu's head and didn't go back out, remembering to bring the door by the way.

After the sound of slamming the door closed.

Xing Cong pointed to the armchair next to the speaker and said to him, "Come, sit down."

Lin Chen looked at the dusty sofa and hesitated: "I'm not so vulnerable."

Xing Conglian stood there, ignored him, and the gloomy look seemed to be saying, "Come here, don't let me say it again."

Lin Chen thought about the possibility of saying this sentence from Lianlian Hui, so he walked very obediently. He also moved to the side to reveal half of the seat. However, Xinglian Lianlian Conglian didn't really sit down and chat with him. He looked at him with a condescending look and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

The same question, Xun Cong even asked him before ICU after witnessing Xu Ran's car accident. The tone at this time was even better than then.

And after asking this sentence, Xun Conglian added: "I don't want to hear you say slowly, or whatever scientific name you use to fool me, your current state is very bad."

Lin Chen bowed her head slightly, a little ashamed, and Xun Lian had a good insight. At this time, he was more like a psychologist than him.

He replied calmly: "It may be a panic attack, it should be the aftereffects of witnessing Xu Ran's car accident, which was triggered after moderate emotional trauma."