{"id":8241,"date":"2019-07-31T11:00:07","date_gmt":"2019-07-31T15:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/?p=8241"},"modified":"2019-10-16T14:43:03","modified_gmt":"2019-10-16T18:43:03","slug":"cpsy5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/cpsy5\/","title":{"rendered":"Criminal Psychology 5"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Lin Chen always felt that people who did things anonymously were a problem.<\/p>

And for Xing Cong Lian, he felt that Lin Chen was in trouble.<\/p>

The next morning, Xing Cong Lian sat at his desk after arriving at the station and read a new report. His steam bun from the cafeteria was only half-eaten when a subordinate told him the director invited him to his office for tea.<\/p>

The old director brewed non-authentic Longjing tea<\/a> leaves and sat opposite Cong Lian, holding the cup. He seemed to be bracing himself for a long discussion.<\/p>

\u201cCong Lian, how\u2019s your progress?\u201d The director set down his cup.<\/p>

Staring at the director\u2019s shiny bald head, Cong Lian sat straighter and answered, \u201cThe investigation is still underway. I just got the report from the forensic team. They found traces of deliberate damage to the bars in the park. This should be a murder case.\u201d<\/p>

At the word \u201cmurder,\u201d the director\u2019s expression became grave. \u201cCong Lian, ah, I\u2019m old already, my heart is not that good. Can you say such exciting words with a lower voice, please?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThe motive and MO are still unclear at the moment, and they might be connected to the recent White Sand corpses from the hospital and Chun Shui Street\u2026\u201d<\/p>

\u201cQuiet!\u201d The director laid his hand over his chest. \u201cDon\u2019t say this kind of thing so casually!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBut, Professor Fu said\u2026\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNonsense!\u201d The old director slapped the table. \u201cFor Fu Hao to be at this level, his teacher must have laughed himself awake!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cProfessor Fu is<\/em> our external expert.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBullshit, what Fu Hao learned was psychological assessment. He has never been into the field, and you\u2019re telling me he can analyze cases now?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou mean someone is guiding Professor Fu behind our back?\u201d Xing Cong Lian rhetorically asked in a puzzled tone.<\/p>

\u201cXing Cong Lian!\u201d The old director was too angry to play along any further. \u201cYesterday, someone reported to our superiors that we, Hong Jing Municipal Bureau, had a non-staff assist us on a case. It affects the fairness in our procedure and jeopardizes the purity of the police force!\u201d<\/p>

Cong Lian frowned, thinking this was strange. Someone actually paid so much attention to Lin Chen that just bringing him to the police station yesterday was reported to his superiors?<\/p>

What was this?<\/p>

\u201cWas Professor Fu not hired formally?\u201d Cong Lian continued to play dumb.<\/p>

\u201cIdiot, it\u2019s obviously not Fu Hao!\u201d The director barked, \u201cThe one you caught yesterday, that Lin Chen!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLin Chen?\u201d Cong Lian looked at the director and asked, \u201cWho exactly is Lin Chen?\u201d<\/p>

The old director noticed Cong Lian\u2019s serious gaze and only then realized he\u2019d fallen victim to his subordinate\u2019s counter-interrogation.<\/p>

\u201cYou young people shouldn\u2019t gossip so much!\u201d The director calmed himself and sipped his tea.<\/p>

\u201cPeople reported to our superiors because of Lin Chen?\u201d When Cong Lian spoke, he used an unsure tone, \u201cI just brought him in for a report. If no one in our station recognized Lin Chen, then they must have gotten the news from our system. His name is blacklisted, or they wouldn\u2019t react so quickly\u2026\u201d He looked at his superior\u2019s expression that was growing darker and mused, \u201cWas he an officer before? Or a former expert hired by our force?\u201d<\/p>

Cong Lian hoped he could get a clue from the old man\u2019s reaction but, unfortunately, the old man refused to show anything except for an ugly expression.<\/p>

The old director finished his tea, set down his cup, and asked, \u201cAre you eighty this year?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cA little away.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThen shoo! Don\u2019t gossip like an old lady!\u201d<\/p>

In the end, Xing Cong Lian chose to not ask anything further. He straightened his clothes and stood. \u201cSo what you mean is, I can\u2019t include Lin Chen in our investigation?\u201d This sentence was posed like a question, but when Cong Lian spoke, it was apathetic, even his tone was flat.<\/p>

With that, he turned to leave.<\/p>

\u201cStop.\u201d The old director said suddenly and looked at his subordinate\u2019s stiff back, \u201cHey, what did I just say?\u201d<\/p>

This old man would never reveal his thoughts, even when he was in trouble, let alone reveal someone\u2019s background?<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian returned to his chair and sat. Meanwhile, the rain continued to pour outside.<\/p>

It was sprinkling yet somewhat impetuous. The manic wind blew the umbrellas back and forth, even people couldn\u2019t stand firm in this wind.<\/p>

Cong Lian leisurely read the site investigation report placed on his desk.<\/p>

He understood the words but couldn\u2019t grasp the hint behind it.<\/p>

The corpses at the hospital were dressed up, the fruit vendor mania, the dead old man, the broken pole at the park…<\/p>

All of it seemed unrelated; the cases were tied together by the sand yet not at the same time.<\/p>

He couldn\u2019t stop thinking about that dorm manager. The man\u2019s peaceful eyes and calm demeanor. He very much so, wanted to stand, rush into this rain, run to the man and ask, \u201cWhat do you know?\u201d<\/em><\/p>

He stood, grabbed his keys, put on his coat, then walked out of the station. Just as he was about to brave the rain, suddenly, amidst the water vapor, he saw a figure coming from afar.<\/p>

The man was thin and held an umbrella. One side of the umbrella had broken, and the entire thing shook in the wind.<\/p>

But the hand holding it was steady, and the man\u2019s pace was stable, even the sound of rain hitting the umbrella was static.<\/p>

Looking at this person in the rain, Cong Lian had the urge to smoke.<\/p>

Lin Chen stepped up the stairs, closed his umbrella, and shook off the water.<\/p>

He was soaked as if he was just fished out of the water. But his expression didn\u2019t fluctuate. He ave neither greetings nor small talk. Instead, he looked up and asked straightforwardly, \u201cDo you want to solve the case?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes.\u201d Xing Cong Lian answered perfunctorily.<\/p>

\u201cDo you trust me?\u201d Lin Chen asked.<\/p>

\u201cTrust.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAre you afraid of retaliation?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAfraid.\u201d Xing Cong Lian answered truthfully. He remembered Director Fang Cai\u2019s warning, and Cong Lian more or less understood why Lin Chen asked this. He thought his answer would disappoint the other man, but Lin Chen smiled openly. So Cong Lian laughed and said, \u201cBut I\u2019m even more afraid of not getting that bonus if I don\u2019t solve it. After all, it\u2019s the season for crayfish\u2026\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen nodded as if agreeing with him. \u201cSo, for your bonus and crayfish, please let me help with the investigation.\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen\u2019s voice wasn\u2019t loud, and in this heavy rain, it was even more inconspicuous.<\/p>

However, upon hearing this, Cong Lian was somewhat stunned.<\/p>

In those short moments after deciding to ask Lin Chen for help, he thought of going about it without being too abrupt. He also considered there was a high chance Lin Chen would refuse.<\/p>

But he had never thought Lin Chen would say:<\/p>

\u201cPlease let me help with the investigation.\u201d<\/p>

If it weren\u2019t for those five minutes in the Director\u2019s office, he would have thought Lin Chen had always been thinking of getting involved.<\/p>

But when Lin Chen asked, \u201cAre you afraid of retaliation,\u201d he realized Lin Chen knew just how much pressure they would both be under.<\/p>

Yet he still came here, braving the rain with only an umbrella to say, \u201cPlease let me help with the investigation.\u201d<\/p>

Cong Lian took a puff of his cigarette and asked, \u201cWhy, are there many people who won\u2019t let you join?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDo you mind?\u201d Lin Chen smiled, \u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian was of Russian descent.<\/p>

It was a strong bloodline, and it meant when he wanted something, he wouldn\u2019t stop half-way.<\/p>

Strangely enough, Lin Chen, who preferred peace and stability, was also such a person.<\/p>

Cong Lian suddenly laughed. Even after choking on the smoke, he still laughed.<\/p>

\u201cWelcome to the team.\u201d His hand reached out, tossing aside the cigarette.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Although he didn\u2019t care about being complained about, or being warned off, Xing Cong Lian still took the old man\u2019s mood and the fact he suffered from heart disease into account.<\/p>

Instead of taking Lin Chen to the station, he directly brought the man to his house at No. 6, Yan Jia Street.<\/p>

The house was quiet, and the storm firmly kept away.<\/p>

The same place, but a different time. As he watched Lin Chen sit on the wooden bed facing the river, Xing Cong Lian felt somewhat guilty.<\/p>

He took out a towel and made a cup of ginger tea.<\/p>

Lin Chen seemed to be unbothered by the rain and being soaked. He took the towel and the cup of tea Cong Lian offered but placed them aside casually.<\/p>

\u201cActually, I came here this time because I received a letter with the sand inside.\u201d Lin Chen took out a pink letter sealed in a bag.<\/p>

Cong Lian could feel his scalp numb when he saw the letter and the white sand.<\/p>

Without gloves, he could only flatten the letter and read it without taking it out. \u201cDo you know who sent it?\u201d<\/p>

There was a pause this time.<\/p>

Because the person who wrote the letter left little to no impression with Lin Chen. It should be a quiet young woman. If he hadn\u2019t taken a look at the registration list of those going in and out of the dormitory, he could say he wouldn\u2019t know her name at all.<\/p>

He had noticed the woman sneaking glances at him and knew she placed letters on his desk many times.<\/p>

The envelopes were always varied in color, sky blue, beige, pink, and the writing was quite elegant. On it were always the words, \u201cTo Lin Chen,\u201d but he never opened them.<\/p>

\u201cThe sender is Yu Yan Qing, a gardener who prunes the flowers and trees at our school.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAre gardeners nowadays so cultured?\u201d Cong Lian read the letter several times before he could understand the verses and what they were trying to convey.<\/p>

\u201cShe\u2019s not old, between 25 and 28 years old, and had a good education.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhy did she send this to you?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cShe\u2019s been sending me letters. I thought she had a crush on me and that they were all love letters.\u201d Lin Chen said the word \u201ccrush\u201d calmly. He didn\u2019t blush or appear shy at all so even Cong Lian couldn\u2019t joke about him being crushed on by the gardener.<\/p>

\u201cShe has a crush on you, and this sand could be stolen from your room, right?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Lin Chen replied frankly.<\/p>

\u201cThen why did she write about white sand, which happens to be related to the recent cases?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Lin Chen repeated, but after a slight pause, he continued, \u201cBut I do think there is a connection.\u201d<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian suddenly had an epiphany, \u201cYou suspect this might have something to do with you, which is why you decided to help, right?\u201d<\/p>

Instead of answering him, Lin Chen said, \u201cIn any case, I can still help you, can\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian could only nod helplessly. Then, Lin Chen said, \u201cIf you trust me, please send someone to look for Yan Qing. She is probably dead already.\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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