{"id":8511,"date":"2019-08-28T11:00:52","date_gmt":"2019-08-28T15:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/?p=8511"},"modified":"2019-09-28T14:02:20","modified_gmt":"2019-09-28T18:02:20","slug":"cpsy9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/cpsy9\/","title":{"rendered":"Criminal Psychology 9"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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The sound of a knock on his window woke Lin Chen.<\/p>

The cleaning auntie, in a yellow poncho, stood outside the window. Lin Chen got up and went over to open it. She barked, annoyed, \u201cXiao Lin, do you have the key to Yan Qing\u2019s storage room?\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen shook his head. Then he suddenly remembered something and asked, \u201cIsn\u2019t school closed today?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes, but the boss didn\u2019t give us the day off.\u201d The auntie leaned on her tall broom, \u201cI drew the short straw on sweeping the floor.\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen acutely noted the anomaly. Why did Aunt Bao Jie come to him for Yan Qing\u2019s key?<\/p>

He questioned, \u201cWho told you to ask me for the key?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cOh, it\u2019s because you two are close.\u201d The auntie smiled. She had always been fond of the handsome youth, so she was more talkative. \u201cShe resigned and said she left her key with you. It\u2019s not? Everyone knows she went to you whenever there was something. . .\u201d<\/p>

The older woman continued talking, but Lin Chen had a bad premonition.<\/p>

Yu Yan Qing resigned, but instead of returning her keys, she told everyone they were with him?<\/p>

But, the keys were not with him, and if there were no key, the logistics department would have to break down the door.<\/p>

Just what was behind that door?<\/p>

\u201cI might have the keys, but I\u2019ll have to look for it. Could you sweep everywhere else first?\u201d Lin Chen leaned down to say this to her then turned around and went back to his bedside, dialing Cong Lian\u2019s number.<\/p>

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He was alone when Cong Lian arrived, leaning against the basement door like he\u2019d been there for a while.<\/p>

The forensics team followed Cong Lian, and Lin Chen straightened, nodded in greeting, and made way for them.<\/p>

A single, dim, yellow bulb lit the stairwell, and the pale light made his face gloomy.<\/p>

As a criminal investigator, Xing Cong Lian could, of course, detect the unnatural odor in the air. He put on a pair of gloves and opened the basement door. The heavy scent of blood squeezed the air from everyone\u2019s lungs for a moment.<\/p>

They were accustomed to this, however, and quickly set up the appropriate restrictions on the crime scene according to regulations. Soon after, the dark basement was bright.<\/p>

Damaged desks, dilapidated beds, and textbooks were strewn about the floor, everything illuminated by the bright light. Even the dust glittered in its shine.<\/p>

There was an ochre-colored door at one end of the room.<\/p>

An officer found the master key and showed it to Cong Lian for his opinion.<\/p>

Cong Lian glanced at Lin Chen then took the key and went over to the door.<\/p>

The act of opening a door was simple. All one needed to do was insert the key, twist, and the door opened with a click.<\/p>

But for Xing Cong Lian, there was nothing harder to do than just that.<\/p>

The thick scent of blood wafted out the moment the door opened.<\/p>

Cong Lian placed his hand on the door and looked back at Lin Chen, \u201cEven I am beginning to suspect you.\u201d<\/p>

A flashlight shone into the room, and the scene ahead brought shivers to everyone present.<\/p>

Countless tools, such as mops, pruners, hoes, even broken ones, were piled in the narrow room, creating a dirty, dark backdrop.<\/p>

Yu Yan Qing\u2019s naked body was crouched in the corner, bearing countless wounds, and her blood was splattered to every corner of the room. It was as if copious scarlet worms climbed the wall, sucking away the vitality of life.<\/p>

In her hand was a standard utility knife. Its blue handle and blade were covered in coagulated blood.<\/p>

Despite being experienced police officers used to murder scenes, they still couldn\u2019t stand such a bloody picture. The whole room was silent. One could hear a needle if it fell.<\/p>

The first sound came from the click of a camera\u2019s shutter, followed by the flash, then the forensic team crouched and took photos from various angles.<\/p>

Then a forensic examiner went in to rearrange Yu Yan Qing\u2019s body, each movement slow and solemn.<\/p>

No one spoke.<\/p>

The moment Yan Qing was laid out, a handful of sand spilled from her stiffly clenched fingers.<\/p>

Fine, white, and delicate, the sand flowed like aphids rushing away.<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian seized Lin Chen\u2019s hand and pulled him out of the basement.<\/p>

The typhoon season was strange. No one knew when the rain would stop, and the sky looked low and dark as if it could fall any moment.<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian pushed Lin Chen down onto a bench in front of a lush, fragrant camphor plant.<\/p>

He retrieved a bottle of mineral water from the trunk of his car, stuffed it into Lin Chen\u2019s hands, and sat down.<\/p>

As an officer, he knew very well that other than God, no one else could predict death unless they were the murderer or the instigator. But, he was also convinced Lin Chen was not the murderer, so now the question was: What role did Lin Chen play in this case?<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m not the murderer.\u201d Lin Chen said frankly while he calmly unscrewed the bottle\u2019s cap.<\/p>

Very few could face this kind of interrogation and answer calmly.<\/p>

\u201cYou were in the station when the incident at the park happened, so of course, you\u2019re not the murderer.\u201d Xing Cong Lian replied.<\/p>

\u201cThen you believe I didn\u2019t kill Yu Yan Qing.\u201d Lin Chen looked up and took a sip of the water.<\/p>

This was the second time Lin Chen said the word believe to him. And Xing Cong Lian thought, of course, he did.<\/p>

But there were things that simply cannot be said, and some questions that had to be answered.<\/p>

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Cong Lian asked.<\/p>

\u201cDo you remember that letter?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cShe said, \u2018My dear, I can finally face death calmly.\u2019 I. . . finally. . .\u201d Lin Chen stared at Cong Lian, eyes cold, \u201cThink about it, when would you use that word?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI can finally eat crayfish, or, finally, I can drink cold beer. . .\u201d Xing Cong Lian answered honestly.<\/p>

\u201cClearly something finite, finished, over with, or something as good as done, if not already.\u201d<\/p>

Cong Lian nodded, indicating he understood what Lin Chen was trying to say.<\/p>

But, even if she had already decided to die when she wrote the letter, it didn\u2019t mean Yu Yan Qing was the perpetrator of the incident at the park.<\/p>

There was no logical connection between the two.<\/p>

After a long while, a possibility occurred to him. \u201cWas she forced to write it?\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen shook his head. \u201cShe wrote in first-person. She was very self-aware when she wrote the letter. . .\u201d Lin Chen\u2019s voice became unusually gentle, as if immersed in nostalgia, \u201cShe wrong letters to me before her death, and there was no difference between those and this one. You know, if Yan Qing was coerced, her mood would have fluctuated heavily. Her writing would have become messy from trembling. But, I didn\u2019t see anything like that.\u201d<\/p>

Cong Lian mussed his hair. \u201cThen what the hell was the girl thinking? Writing that creepy letter?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019ve only read some of the letters. The rest, I think it\u2019s best to give to the police as the deceased\u2019s possessions.\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen was a little sad.<\/p>

He never imagined, when receiving those letters, he would one day have to deal with them like this.<\/p>

Maybe he would quit his job and leave the school without the letters, but handing over all those letters filled with the girl\u2019s thoughts to the police was the worst ending.<\/p>

He headed back to the dormitory to get the letters, but there were people waiting for him at the door.<\/p>

Three men in suits.<\/p>

Their clothing was neat, their expressions formal, and their shoes meticulously polished.<\/p>

Two had their faces plastered on small billboards throughout the city; the principal of the school, and a member of the board of directors. The last was someone Lin Chen already knew for a long time.<\/p>

Many times over, whenever there was a knock to his dorm or residence, this person stood at the door.<\/p>

\u201cHello, Mr. Butler.\u201d Lin Chen stood in front of the small dormitory and bowed slightly, greeting the thin man before him.<\/p>

In this day and age, only the rich had butlers.<\/p>

And, to afford a noble, silver-haired butler, one had to be at the top amongst the rich.<\/p>

Therefore, when a butler of such a wealthy family stood in front of a dilapidated dormitory, he looked very out of place.<\/p>

Like in all those movies with nasty villains, Chen Ping coughed like he was being choked as if the place was full of dust.<\/p>

His head was tilted down, so it looked like he was looking at the young man from high above.<\/p>

He actually appreciated Lin Chen.<\/p>

How to say this. As the old butler of the Chen Jia, he knew a lot of secrets. Naturally, he also knew what this young man had done and how prejudiced his master was against him.<\/p>

Like a wild mustard plant growing against the harsh wind, young people who could face oppression calmly were always remarkable.<\/p>

But, he was a professional. Chen Jia gave him a salary equivalent to an executive in any enterprise. His existence was to solve any type of trouble for his master, including, of course, making trouble too.<\/p>

So, he drove hundreds of miles over to Hong Jing, found the people connected to Chen Jia in the local area and turned to the directors of the three small cities in Hong Jing to make a request.<\/p>

Few could refuse a request from Chen Jia, let alone one so trivial.<\/p>

To dismiss the dorm warden of a certain school.<\/p>

In fact, something this trivial didn\u2019t require the presence of both the school principal and the board of directors.<\/p>

He didn\u2019t even need to meet Lin Chen.<\/p>

But, as he was about to leave, someone rushed into the principal\u2019s office.<\/p>

They announced a corpse was found, and the dorm warden named Lin Chen had already reported it to the police.<\/p>

\u201cLin Chen, right? You\u2019re fired.\u201d The principal said, head held high.<\/p>

\u201cWhy?\u201d Lin Chen looked up at the noble butler and the proud principal.<\/p>

\u201cLook at what you\u2019ve made the dormitory look like. That corpse in the tool room, isn\u2019t that your responsibility? Look, you\u2019ve even brought all these officers onto the campus!\u201d The principal shouted, voice loud enough the entire building could hear.<\/p>

\u201cOh, okay.\u201d<\/p>

In the echo of the roar, a voice calm as water flowing in a stream responded.<\/p>

The principal was startled and embarrassed. He hadn\u2019t expected the young man to accept it so simply and in such an understated manner.<\/p>

But before he could respond to that, another voice came from behind the fired dorm warden, one even flatter and more unpleasant.<\/p>

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