Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 155: Four sounds 67

I wanted to see Song Shengsheng, who was originally just going to the bakery for breakfast, but now it has become a big problem. The complicated public relations issues involved are beyond the imagination of Lin Chen.

When he was off duty, he and Chen sent Chen Bo home from Lian Shun Road.

It was evening, and the people in front of the shop were almost scattered.

The alley was quiet, Chen Bo opened the shutter door, he was in a hurry, the tables and chairs were not wiped clean, and a pot of soybean milk in the shop had deteriorated.

Chen Conglian took out the money to compensate for the loss, but Chen Bo pushed it away. There was no way for Xunlian to help Chen Bo clean the shop.

Lin Chen wanted to help, but he was pressed on the chair.

This is a very rare scene. Punishment rolls up his cuffs, reveals a pair of fair and powerful arms, and starts to wipe the tables and chairs.

A corner of the house was hanging on the eaves and gradually went west. Lin Chen watched Xing Conglian doing the most ordinary labor in such warm sunset light. After drinking the water on the table, he said to Chen Bo: "I can Go and see where Song Shengsheng slept? "

"Just behind you, go alone." Chen Bo said.

The back kitchen is cleaner than expected, the utensils are neat, and the countertops are bright. Lin Chen touched the long platform and imagined that Song Shengsheng wiped every tile here.

There is a small room at the back of the kitchen, which is where Song Sheng lived for three months.

But the compartment was so small that it was almost impossible to settle down after laying down a bed, but fortunately there were windows.

Lin Chen sat down on the bed.

The air smelled of very clean lemon detergent. He stroked the soft and clean bedding. If he had previously doubted whether Song Shengsheng was actually working here, but when he was sitting in this cubicle, he was sure that Song Shengsheng was indeed in Stayed here.

When the sunset finally came down, he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

He is certainly not such a casual person on weekdays, but when he was sitting on the bed where Song Shengsheng had slept, he felt that he should lie down.

He rested his head with one hand, and slanted the other hand against the edge of the bed. He was quiet all around, the sound of water in the distance was heard, and Lin Chen gradually closed his eyes.

It's not comfortable enough, but it's quiet enough. He only needs to work in the back kitchen every day. No one can disturb him except the sometimes-talking owner, no one can disturb him ...

Lin Chen's thoughts drifted far away until he squeaked the door to call him back.

"Why, are you too tired?"

Xun Cong took the broom and stood at the door.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and held the bed to try to stand up, but suddenly he froze.

Probably when he saw that he started halfway in a weird posture, Xun Conglian suddenly crouched down in front of him and asked: "cramps?"

Lin Chen shook her head, sat upright, then stared at her hand for a long time, then said to Xun Conglian, "Go out of the door a little."

Xing Lian didn't know the reason, so he exited the door. Lin Chen squatted down and gently stroked the edge of the bed with his hands. Then, he paused. Sure enough, the touch just now was not his illusion.