{"id":9223,"date":"2019-10-23T12:00:10","date_gmt":"2019-10-23T16:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/?p=9223"},"modified":"2019-10-23T11:21:06","modified_gmt":"2019-10-23T15:21:06","slug":"cpsy17","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/cpsy17\/","title":{"rendered":"Criminal Psychology 17"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Near dinner time, Hong Jing City\u2019s residents found the promotional ad that been out for barely half a month suddenly changed its style.<\/p>

The music was bright, but the sky was dark. The river in the ad was emerald, and there were several ducklings floating atop it, shaking their little heads as they went home.<\/p>

\u300cOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven…\u300d<\/p>

A child\u2019s voice overwhelmed the melody of the guqin<\/a>, and a man holding his grandson\u2019s hand appeared beside a stone-arched bridge. The little boy\u2019s steps were unstable, but he sounded very excited as he counted the steps over and over again.<\/p>

A traveler, bag tossed over his shoulder, stood by the bridge and read the couplet on the bridge\u2019s stone pillar: \u300cSpring enters in a green boat, autumn ferries return under a red sunset<\/a>. \u300d<\/p>

His voice was dream-like and pleasant, appealing to everyone who heard it.<\/p>

Afterward, the traveler traipsed away, and the camera followed, leading to an open river. This river surged with raging water.<\/p>

The camera swept across the bridge and over the river, then landed on the three words: Tai Qian Bridge<\/a>.<\/p>

The background music abruptly stopped, and the beautiful face of a female anchor appeared.<\/p>

\u300cThe following broadcast is urgent. On the 10th of this month, a vicious murder occurred in this city. The suspect is Feng Pei Lin, 37 years old, male. Police have warned he is extremely dangerous. Please report any sightings immediately.\u300d<\/p>

The anchor\u2019s voice was solemn, and Feng Pei Lin\u2019s picture appeared on the top left of the screen. His smile was mocking.<\/p>

This short advertisement was Lin Chen\u2019s trap for Feng Pei Lin.<\/p>

Lin Chen\u2019s explanation was any prisoner had a \u201cplace of belonging.\u201d Like when people go shopping, they subconsciously chose the most convenient place, and criminals would also commit crimes in the places they were most at ease or held the most significance to them.<\/p>

Feng Pei Lin\u2019s crimes occurred within 1.5km of the city\u2019s center, and Tian Qian Bridge happened to be within this geographical profile.<\/p>

Better yet, there was a river flowing under the bridge which represented the source of life and also related to the concept behind the sand table.<\/p>

To satisfy a suspect with OCD over the number seven, there were seven ducklings in the ad, and the number seven also appeared, making Feng Pei Lin feel at ease.<\/p>

Tian Qian Bridge was written in seven strokes, and in his subconscious, this location would appeal to him.<\/p>

If the serene ad would evoke fond memories, the news broadcast directly after would force him to speed up his plans as he would know the police were dogging his steps.<\/p>

Under the double suggestions of subconscious calm and external pressure, he would definitely choose Tai Qian Bridge.<\/p>

Someone stared at Feng Pei Lin\u2019s pale, handsome face on the television, then lifted a remote and turned it off.<\/p>

The screen went dark, but a lamp on the desk still emitted light. And of course, there was another light in the room.<\/p>

One reflected on that person\u2019s head.<\/p>

\u201cInspector Huang, why did you suddenly come to drink tea with this old man?\u201d In the police commissioner\u2019s office, the director held a teacup and took a big sip, continuing to watch the news after the short ad.<\/p>

Huang Ze sat opposite the old director. As if he had forgotten about the news, he poured another cup and pushed it over the table. He smiled. \u201cI\u2019m mainly here for you.\u201d<\/p>

The old director took in a deep breath. He closed his eyes, appearing to enjoy the scent of the tea as if didn\u2019t hear him at all.<\/p>

But Huang Ze wasn\u2019t angry for being ignored. He waited, a picture of respect.<\/p>

After a while, the scent in the air faded, and the director couldn\u2019t take it any longer. \u201cYoung Huang, you\u2019re too polite.\u201d<\/p>

The old man picked up the teacup and drank it all. His action was so casual, he may as well have been drinking a buck worth of tea by the roadside.<\/p>

\u201cIt\u2019s what I ought to do.\u201d Huang Ze filled the cup again. \u201cFriends of the family want to ask you, Uncle. What exactly are you doing?\u201d Huang Ze didn\u2019t give the old man time to deflect and straightforwardly asked, \u201cWithout your approval, Lin Chen wouldn\u2019t be able to participate in the investigation. So what exactly are you doing?\u201d<\/p>

Huang Ze said those words, \u201cWhat exactly are you doing?\u201d twice, which was interesting in itself.<\/p>

People like Huang Ze seldom expressed their emotions and opinions with emphasis. Yet, he asked the same question twice.<\/p>

This showed the old man had really annoyed him, and the reason was, of course, Lin Chen.<\/p>

Lin Chen was just an ordinary man. He didn\u2019t have any background, nor did he have backing. Their gargantuan families could easily squash him like an ant.<\/p>

The reason he still lived was because killing him wasn\u2019t the best way to solve the problem. If you hate someone, it was best to watch them suffer, beg for mercy, and struggle to live like an ant.<\/p>

That perverted demon, chairman of the Chen family, had always been at the forefront of the crusade against Lin Chen, giving him an extremely hard time.<\/p>

Until a few days ago when Lin Chen reappeared and insisted on participating in the investigation with such an unyielding attitude. Without the director\u2019s tacit permission, it was impossible for a small dorm warden like Lin Chen to express an opinion on an investigation, no matter how much Cong Lian trusted him. Let alone making a local TV station broadcast an ad to lure Feng Pei Lin every three hours with just a few words.<\/p>

As Huang Ze already stated, his main purpose this visit was to ask the old man behind all this: what exactly he was doing.<\/p>

This old man could stop Boss Chen\u2019s hands, and also force Huang Ze to humble himself and come visit. He had status. His surname was Wu, one of the four families: Zhou, Wu, Chen, and Huang. That Wu.<\/p>

\u201cBefore this, wasn\u2019t your relationship with Xiao Lin also good?\u201d The director squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out Huang Ze\u2019s question.<\/p>

\u201cThis isn\u2019t funny, Uncle. The one who died that night was my own sister. He and I can never go back to how we were, not after that.\u201d Huang Ze\u2019s expression was as gloomy as his answer was stubbornly serious.<\/p>

\u201cIf not good friends, friends will do.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI will not be friends with a murderer.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cJust speculation, speculation, ah…\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIs there a problem with what I said? There were inconsistencies in the investigation and his statement. So far, he has yet to be cleared of suspicion.\u201d<\/p>

The most terrible thing in the world other than psychopathic killers were those with Second Grade Middle School Syndrome. The old Director Wu had lost all will to argue and only sighed in frustration.<\/p>

\u201cUncle, please answer me, what\u2019s going on?\u201d Huang Ze asked persistently.<\/p>

\u201cXiao Lin told me this is a very dangerous case.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cSo you agreed? Are you not worried that he will kill even more people?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHe said that when the case is over, he will leave.\u201d<\/p>

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14 September, Saturday<\/p>

The typhoon had passed, but the clouds had not dissipated.<\/p>

Bright lights flashed by the street that misty early morning.<\/p>

The stalls selling breakfast under Tai Qian Bridge were doubled compared to usual.<\/p>

The sixth floor of the building next to the bridge was temporarily requisitioned. Xing Cong Lian and Fu Hao watched the pedestrians on the bridge through black binoculars from inside.<\/p>

After a full night of waiting, all officers were quite sleepy.<\/p>

Lin Chen slept in a chair on his side, still in clothes, as if he didn\u2019t care about catching Feng Pei Lin at all.<\/p>

\u201cBoss, we\u2019ve been waiting here all night, but Feng Pei Lin never appeared. Is that psychologist really\u00a0credible?\u201d<\/p>

It was nearly 6:30, and there wasn\u2019t even a shadow of someone suspicious. Cong Lian clutched the walkie-talkie and headset close to his ear, not wanting to let the noise echo.<\/p>

But Lin Chen still heard it. He looked at the clock and slowly sat up. \u201cLet me go to the bridge.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo, it\u2019s too dangerous.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWith all these officers you have here, what\u2019s dangerous?\u201d Lin Chen asked.<\/p>

\u201cWhat if you show up, and he figures out it\u2019s a trap and doesn\u2019t go?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDo you think traps have any meaning to a person seeking death?\u201d<\/p>

It had to be said, Lin Chen had the ability to take people at a loss for words.<\/p>

Under the watchful eyes of all the officers present, Cong Lian had to wave his hand and let Lin Chen go to the bridge.<\/p>

Lin Chen wore a clean, white shirt and rested his hand on the bridge\u2019s white jade railing. The wind blew into his face, and the water below appeared boundless.<\/p>

The dark, crisscrossing roofs were like the back of a giant beast at the city\u2019s center in the distance.<\/p>

As dawn arrived, more pedestrians and vehicles came and went across the bridge deck.<\/p>

Some were parents, sending their children to school on bicycles. Some peddlers pushed their three-wheeled carts across the bridge with difficulty. An old man walked slowly to the top with a crutch.<\/p>

Xing Cong Lian held up his binocular and watched the people on the bridge, heart racing.<\/p>

\u201cLao Fu, I think there\u2019s something wrong here.\u201d<\/p>

Unable to explain his unrest, from confirming the suspect to carrying out the arrest, everything seemed too fast for him to process his thoughts. He had always felt there was something wrong, and he was sure of it, but he couldn\u2019t pinpoint exactly what it was.<\/p>

\u201cLao Xing, my brother has seen a lot of things and been in many fights. He can take care of himself.\u201d<\/p>

Fu Hao was still talking when Cong Lian\u2019s phone rang. The frantic piano was disturbing.<\/p>

\u201cBoss, there\u2019s a problem, and I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s appropriate to mention it now.\u201d In front of the computer, Wang Chao bit the end of his pencil, pressing the pause key.<\/p>

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

\u201cAh Chen\u2019s reasoning seems a little bit problematic. He said Feng Pei Lin watched Yu Yan Qing commit suicide, right? From that, I wanted to find where he was at the time she committed suicide and found he was driving to his mother\u2019s grave to sweep it. The freeway toll station took his picture. It doesn\u2019t seem to be important, but I still thought I should let you know…\u201d<\/p>

While Wang Chao chattered on, Cong Lian hung up.<\/p>

His heart sank when he finally realized what was wrong.<\/p>

Lin Chen was a meticulous person, while Feng Pei Lin had OCD.<\/p>

Lin Chen surmised there were four steps in this death training method, and Yu Yan Qing strictly followed those steps. Since Feng Pei Lin wanted to commit suicide, he also had to follow those four steps.<\/p>

What if Lin Chen falsified \u201chelping and observing Yu Yan Qing\u2019s suicide\u201d as a step?<\/p>

On the bridge, the old man with a crutch stopped not far from Lin Chen.<\/p>

Sensing something, the young man in white turned his head.<\/p>

\u201cIn less than thirty seconds, the nearest officer will arrest you,\u201d he told the old man.<\/p>

\u201cThirty seconds is enough for a message!\u201d The old man said excitedly.<\/p>

\u201cGo ahead.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHe said you would die with me. Will you really?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBullshit.\u201d<\/p>

The plain-clothes officer nearest the top of the bridge already rushed forward.<\/p>

Like being knocked overhead with a hammer, Cong Lian\u2019s head pulsed.<\/p>

\u201cIf the whole death training Lin Chen said was true, then there are no murder cases the police missed!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cFeng Pei Lin may have never killed anyone yet!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLin Chen being on the bridge is the best prey! He wants to kill Lin Chen then commit suicide!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLin Chen already knew Feng Pei Lin\u2019s intent! He was tired and wanted to end everything. That short ad wasn\u2019t a trap for Pei Lin at all, it was Lin Chen saying he would wait for him here!\u201d<\/p>

The worst possibility rushed to the forefront of Cong Lian\u2019s mind.<\/p>

On the bridge, the old man threw away his crutch and suddenly rushed toward Lin Chen with the speed of a runner\u2019s 100m sprint.<\/p>

As if he was a poet, he pressed Lin Chen to the railing and said devoutly, \u201cHe just wanted to ask. In this world of sand, in the plethora of big and small confrontation, which side are you on?\u201d<\/p>

The railing broke.<\/p>

Cong Lian roared, \u201cLin Chen!\u201d<\/p>

\u300aA Grain of Sand\u300b<\/p>

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This is the end of the first arc. Translating it was quite\u00a0fun but also exhausting and terrifying lol. Have fun binge reading, guys. I know I\u2019m going to <3 Thanks for reading!<\/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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