{"id":8678,"date":"2019-09-11T14:00:17","date_gmt":"2019-09-11T18:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/?p=8678"},"modified":"2019-09-28T14:01:15","modified_gmt":"2019-09-28T18:01:15","slug":"cpsy11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/cpsy11\/","title":{"rendered":"Criminal Psychology 11"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Someone once said: the most reasonable thing is the most unreasonable.<\/p>

Yu Yan Qing appeared at the three crime scenes, killed people, wrote a suicide note, then committed suicide. In the room of her death, there was evidence to suggest she was the murderer.<\/p>

This was the most reasonable conclusion.<\/p>

However, because it was too perfect, it became unreasonable.<\/p>

\u201cProblem here is that we have no evidence,\u201d Xing Cong Lian said.<\/p>

They had no evidence that Yu Yan Qing was so afraid of death she wouldn\u2019t dare commit suicide.<\/p>

\u201cI have no evidence, and I\u2019m even pretty sure she did commit suicide,\u201d Lin Chen said, folding the letter. \u201cI just want to know how she overcame instinct and cut her own throat with a knife.\u201d Lin Chen was silent for a moment, pondering his words. \u201cHumans are always afraid of death, physically and psychologically. We all have very complex defense mechanisms. It isn\u2019t easy to break through human nature and self-defense unless there is strong motivation behind it.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIsn\u2019t it easy to die?\u201d Cong Lian was puzzled. \u201cWhen you put it that way, I just remembered. . . the forensic examiner said there was something wrong with her wounds.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThe depths vary, and there are new and old ones. She started self-harming early, making smaller cuts in areas that weren\u2019t dangerous. They spread from her wrists to her chest, then the throat. . .\u201d Cong Lian paused. \u201cIn the end, she cut her throat but didn\u2019t die immediately. She struggled for a while before stabbing the knife into her heart.\u201d<\/p>

He stole a glance at Lin Chen.<\/p>

Lin Chen\u2019s head was tilted down, so he couldn\u2019t see his face clearly.<\/p>

The room was suspended in a state of impatient silence, and the sky outside was almost dark. Eventually, Cong Lian couldn\u2019t keep himself from opening his mouth again.<\/p>

He asked, \u201cWhat does this mean?\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen tidied up the papers on the ground and put the letters back into their respective envelopes. \u201cThis shows her determination to die. Her attitude was serious, and her will firm. This is very rare.\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen\u2019s reply was straightforward. Anyone who had seen it could come to the same conclusion.<\/p>

Many people committed suicide because their lives were too painful, or they weren\u2019t loved. In Yu Yan Qing\u2019s case, she just seemed obsessed with death.<\/p>

It was perfectly plausible that she laid under a corpse and killed just because of her love for death.<\/p>

But everything still boiled back to that one word.<\/p>

Why?<\/p>

Lin Chen wiped his face. He didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>

\u201cYou say, what would one feel when they die?\u201d Lin Chen asked after taking a deep breath.<\/p>

\u201cWanna try?\u201d answered Cong Lian with a laugh.<\/p>

. . .<\/p>

People kept death a secret, since ancient times.<\/p>

It was too dangerous and too terrible. It represented the end of life. But sometimes, it exuded fascination, luring people to its embrace.<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian stood next to Lin Chen under a Chinese lantern at a road junction.<\/p>

The wind wasn\u2019t strong now, and in the drizzle, the lamp was slightly blurred.<\/p>

It was rush hour. The intersection was flooded with vehicles, roaring by and splashing water in every direction. People\u2019s voices, car horns, engines, and countless other sounds melded into one, numbing one\u2019s scalp.<\/p>

\u201cAre you ready?\u201d Cong Lian asked.<\/p>

Before Lin Chen could respond, he was yanked forward and plunged into traffic.<\/p>

No sooner had he stepped into the road than he was blasted with headlights, and he bumped into the back of a car. Xing Cong Lian\u2019s grip was too tight, and he couldn\u2019t escape. He could only let himself be dragged along.<\/p>

His shoulder hurt, but he couldn\u2019t stop running. Every step he took was like evading death. A second after missing one car, another rushed up after it. The roar of engines was enough to burst his eardrums, and the wind was so loud it felt there were large hands pushing them into an abyss.<\/p>

Leaping onto the median, Lin Chen almost fell headfirst into a row of pines.<\/p>

Cong Lian stood in the bicycle lane, gasping, hand still holding Lin Chen\u2019s tightly.<\/p>

Behind them, many drivers still blared their horns. The closest was an Audi, and the driver lowered the window and shouted at them.<\/p>

\u201cBaby, how do you feel?\u201d Cong Lian laughed, absolutely fearless.<\/p>

Lin Chen tugged his hand free and looked back at him. \u201cNow, I finally believe in one thing. . .\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou really do have foreign blood.\u201d<\/p>

. . .<\/p>

As someone with Russian blood, Cong Lian was robust, and no matter how careful he was, Lin Chen was still roughed up. There was a scratch on his left leg, his waist was bruised, and he was somewhat unsteady on his feet.<\/p>

When they returned to the school, Yu Yan Qing\u2019s body had been moved, and Fu Hao was called in.<\/p>

Knowing Cong Lian had taken Lin Chen on a death-courting trip, Fu Hao was pacing but jumped on the man the minute he saw him and admonished him.<\/p>

After beating Cong Lian up, Professor Fu pulled Lin Chen over and attentively looked him over head-to-toe. His behavior was very motherly, \u201cBrother, you should stay away from such people in the future. . .\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHe won\u2019t die, but you can\u2019t do this again. . .\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDo you want to go to the hospital? It\u2019s better to stay with me this evening. In case the wounds got inflamed, I can take care of you. . .\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou live in a dormitory, aren\u2019t you?\u201d Cong Lian couldn\u2019t stand his rapid-fire words anymore and exposed this proletariat.<\/p>

\u201cA single room hostel!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBut your brother needs to move now, and his sand table won\u2019t fit in your small room.\u201d<\/p>

Fu Hao, being a simple person, didn\u2019t realize the problem. Instead, he rushed at Cong Lian and shouted, \u201cYour place is small too!\u201d<\/p>

The captain just laughed, \u201cBut my family has many houses, ah.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhere\u2019s your house?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYan Jia Street.\u201d<\/p>

As a highly educated person, Fu was disgusted with this kind of talk. However, the educated man couldn\u2019t fight with the hooligan, and because the policeman was the only with a car, the matter was settled by the time Cong Lian pulled over at Yan Jia Street.<\/p>

In front of them was an old housing with worn-out white walls. Cong Lian waved his hand and asked Lin Chen, \u201cWhich do you want?\u201d<\/p>

In the back seat, the bottle Fu Hao trembled from the force of stopping himself from spitting out his drink.<\/p>

\u201cIt seems you\u2019ve bought the whole street?\u201d Fu asked, mockingly.<\/p>

\u201cI thought it was a good place, so I bought it,\u201d Xing Cong Lian\u2019s answer was so plain, it even sounded reasonable, and no one could say anything in response.<\/p>

The captain opened the trunk and carried out the luggage. Fu Hao quickly went over to Lin Chen and whispered, \u201cBrother, men love to uphold their image. You\u2019re the frank type, but let\u2019s not say anything to destroy what he just said.\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen nodded seriously.<\/p>

When Cong Lian finished moving all of Lin Chen\u2019s luggage, he ended up putting them in his old house, No. 6 Yan Jia Street.<\/p>

His excuse was also appropriate: \u201cThe other houses haven\u2019t been cleaned yet, and living together makes discussing the case convenient.\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen and Fu Hao looked at each other and nodded.<\/p>

It was dark, and the house didn\u2019t have good lighting. Cong Lian set a lamp on an eight immortals table<\/a> and served three bowls of roast beef noodles<\/a>.<\/p>

Fu could say nothing and only slurped his noodles with disappointment.<\/p>

Cong Lian pulled out some ham sausages<\/a> from a drawer and distributed it to each of them, appearing virtuous and magnanimous.<\/p>

Lin Chen ripped open the plastic wrapping and took a bite without hesitation.<\/p>

Fu Hao finally couldn\u2019t help himself. He slapped the table with his palm, and the plastic fork in his hand was crushed to pieces. \u201cLao Xing, you know how cruel and bloody the crime scene was today, why are you feeding us roast beef noodles and ham?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDon\u2019t be like this, Professor Fu. It\u2019s just ham, the crime scene had no dismemberment or anything. . .\u201d Xing Cong Lian tried to reason.<\/p>

In the end, Fu Hao lost his appetite.<\/p>

It started raining again. For a while, the only sound that filled the house was the sound of raindrops striking the roof tiles.<\/p>

Fu Hao propped his head on his hand, looking at Lin Chen who sipped broth at his side, and suddenly said, \u201cBrother, I don\u2019t understand. Yu Yan Qing had a crush on you and even wrote so many letters. Why the sudden suicide?\u201d He sniffed then added, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t she kill you first, then commit suicide?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d Lin Chen set down his bowl and turned to Fu Hao seriously.<\/p>

Fu didn\u2019t know what he had said that was wrong. He blinked then carefully repeated, \u201cI said, why didn\u2019t she kill you then commit suicide. . .\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen looked at Cong Lian and said, \u201cThere\u2019s something wrong here.\u201d<\/p>

Cong Lian nodded, knowing there certainly was a problem with this.<\/p>

But, faced with Lin Chen\u2019s burning gaze, he could only choke out, \u201cAh?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIf a crime was committed by one person, no matter how chaotic, there must be an order to it. And I haven\u2019t found the order in this case.\u201d Lin Chen paused, stared at Cong Lian, then said, \u201cPlease get me a pen.\u201d<\/p>

Pen and paper were brought over to Lin Chen, who then pushed aside his bowl, and said to Fu Hao, \u201cRepeat the case process.\u201d<\/p>

Fu Hao automatically responded, \u201cFirst off, corpses at the hospital were found neatly dressed. The body of an old man was found in the shopping district shortly after. Then, a young man fell at the park, and finally, Yu Yan Qing committed suicide. . .\u201d<\/p>

Lin Chen wrote accordingly, and several keywords were jotted down on the paper.<\/p>

Corpse \u2192 Corpse presentation \u2192 Murder \u2192 Suicide<\/p>

These words were connected by arrows and placed in a circle.<\/p>

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This MV<\/a> made me imagine Cong Lian as Jude Law.<\/p>

I really want to talk about CPSY, but I can\u2019t talk here because I\u2019m a walking spoiler dispenser (and Bet would skin me for it). That\u2019s why I almost never reply to comments here or on KOCM or lurk on the forum. If anyone\u2019s interested in talking, join our discord server<\/a>, or even send me a private message!<\/p>

Thank you, Jessie, for the Ko-Fi! I will work hard to repay you with translation and, in the future, artwork!<\/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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