Criminal Psychology

It is a river stretching among the green hills.

During the rainy season, the river is turbulent, but against the backdrop of the narrow green hills on both sides, it is just a turbid trickle.

Like the snot of an old man, it smells of decay and stench.

This is a common first impression of Minjiang, but this impression does not originate from Minjiang itself, but because of some buildings around Minjiang.

Looking up, you can see the power grid across the sky and the concrete facade soaring into the sky, and when you walk up to it, the only thing you can think of is awe.

This is Minjiang No. 90.00 Prison, where [-]% of the province's severe criminals above five years old are imprisoned. Most of them will never be able to breathe the air of freedom again throughout their lives.

However, Yan Guiqiu is different from those people, because he is lucky, he belongs to the remaining 5.00%.

He is a thief, to be precise, a habitual thief. It is common for him to go in and out of the detention center, but it is the first time he has been imprisoned in Minjiang No. [-] Prison.

To be honest, he has good skills, and he has never been greedy in stealing things. This time he was caught due to bad luck. At that time, he had an idea to jump on the outside of the air conditioner to avoid the owner who came home temporarily, but accidentally fell from the fifth floor. Fortunately, only one leg was broken.

But the judge probably felt that this would not kill him, so he simply sentenced him to the maximum sentence and asked him to "rehabilitate" in prison.

Today is the 350th day of Yan Guiqiu's sentence in No. [-] Prison, which means that he will be released after serving his sentence in less than a week.

Probably because he was too excited, he ate a little too much at noon, and he didn't fall asleep during his afternoon nap. When he was out in the afternoon, he dragged his bad leg and walked around the playground.

The most vicious thorn in the entire prison is next to the parallel bars in the northeast corner, and the second most difficult gangster is at the bottom of the wall in the southwest corner. Yan Guiqiu only took one look at it before deciding on his own walking route.For a prisoner of his level, he must be low-key and cautious when exercising. It is best to be as unobtrusive as a black mouse.

About the time he got to the 10th minute, there was a little commotion in the northeast corner.

Two prison guards appeared next to the parallel bars in the northeast corner, as if talking to the stabbing head.

Yan Guiqiu looked at it for a while, as if walking in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head, his legs throbbed and hurt, and when he looked up again, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone missing from the wall in the southwest corner.

Black Boss is gone...

Thinking of this, Yan Guiqiu suddenly turned around, only to see that the parallel bars in the northeast corner were also empty.

Yan Guiqiu always felt that something was wrong. It was not a good thing that the two bosses were taken away for no reason at the same time. At this moment, Yan Guiqiu felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw someone standing behind him.

The uniform is straight, and the eyes are stern.

It was a face he had never seen before.

……

The more people there are, the quieter it is sometimes.

The subway cars are full of people, office workers and students after school are crowded together, the air exudes the unique smell of egg waffles, leather and resin seats, the smell is mixed, and it is extremely hot.

The carriage seemed to have just been crushed by some heavy news, there was a dead silence, no one spoke, and everyone looked down at their phones.

The sound of the wall-mounted TV was adjusted to a very low level, so in the carriage, only the depressing sound of the wheels crushing the rails could be heard.

The girl in Fengjing school uniform was squeezed into the corner by a group of office workers, and she shrank back to the corner between the car door and the seat.

Although they took the subway together, her classmates are far away from her. After all, no one wants to go to and from school with a student who "has committed a crime".

The girl's face was stuck on the unopened car door, and the dark subway tunnel was outside the car window. She was sleeping lightly with her eyes closed, and her short black hair was cut very thin. She looked more like a cold teenager, but she was indeed a girl.

The silence and depression continued.

The subway passed through a dark tunnel, and finally there were shiny billboards on both sides, and the girl's jade-like face was painted with various colors.

Maybe it was because of the bright lights, or maybe it was because the train finally stopped, and the exchange of people up and down brought a breath of air to the stuffy subway cars.

The carriage that had been quiet for a long time became commotion again.

There is no reason for the turmoil, it just comes from everyone who is disturbed.

The high school students who were caught in the aisle began to talk, they lowered their voices, exchanged messages on the mobile phone screens, and whispered.

You don't even have to listen, just look at that look and you know what they're talking about.

"If you were really asked to vote, where would you choose?" The ponytailed female high school student finally finished scrolling through Weibo. She pulled the handrail and asked another person beside her.

"I rely on you to keep your voice down, and you are like this, if you don't tell me, ask me first."

"Let me ask you, then I think the most correct way is to abstain." With the increasingly noisy atmosphere in the car, the girl's voice gradually increased, "It would be fine if everyone abstained."

Another person lowered his voice and said, "If you don't vote, you have given the right to choose to the pervert. That's what that person said."

"Do you just listen to what he says? Do you really want to vote? If you make a choice, you will kill indirectly. No one has the right to decide other people's lives." The female student's voice was louder again, and she said impassionedly.

It was as if someone had pulled the handbrake on the noisy car atmosphere, and the surroundings were instantly quiet.

Passengers around pretended to be busy with their own affairs, but they seemed to be sneaking glances at the girl who spoke.Perhaps feeling the attention of the people around her, the female student was more courageous. She continued to preach: "This is a moral game. He just wants us to kill each other. There is no solution to this. Since there is no solution, then we have nothing to do." If you don’t do it, you don’t make a mistake, this is the best choice!”

In the sultry and oppressive subway space, the female student's words resounded loudly.

Everyone in the subway who heard this sentence had thoughts of one kind or another, but no one would discuss morality and law with a little girl on the subway, because this matter had nothing to do with them at all.

Therefore, the only one who will refute the little girl is the little girl, a very energetic and sharp little girl.

The next moment, someone spoke in the corner between the seat and the door.

"That's not right," she said.

The voice was flat but cool, and the passengers subconsciously followed the sound, but only saw a thin girl pressed in a corner.

The girl's hair is short, her eyes are amber in color, when you slightly squint your eyes and raise the corners of your lips, you just feel that she is smiling, which makes you feel good about her.

The girl with ponytail who was criticized by name pursed her lips, as if she had received a great insult: "Fang Aizi!"

"Hey, it's me." Fang Aizi stood up straight as she said, and put the backpack hanging lazily on her arms back on her back.

The girl with the ponytail shuddered, as if she felt that there was a conspiracy or something else, so she mixed it up and said coldly, "I didn't hear what you were talking about just now!"

"I said you were wrong." Fang Aizi repeated.

"Why am I wrong?"

"You are not eligible."

"Why do you say I'm not qualified!" The ponytail girl was still angry, "Everyone has the freedom to express their opinions, why don't you let me speak!"

"Because, not everyone is qualified to ask someone to stop and listen to what he has to say." Fang Aizi paused, and said calmly, "At least you don't."

"It sounds like you have one, what kind of bad girl who has been in the juvenile detention center are you!"

"Of course I didn't." Fang Aizi felt bored by the little girl's quarrel, "but I think if she made a choice, it was her choice, and you can't just because it doesn't suit your wishes, Just accuse others of indirect murder." Fang Aizi paused and said, "Murder is a serious crime."

"You are so reasonable, so tell me what we should do in the current situation!" The ponytail girl gritted her teeth and asked again.

The radio ding-dong, and the train is about to enter the station sounded, like knocking on everyone's dull and depressing heart.

Everyone looked at the girl again, but this time, they were no longer gossiping and curious, they really wanted to hear something useful from that mouth.

Yet they were disappointed.

The girl frowned in thought, finally she shook her head, Chen Ken said: "I don't know."

"It's not like you don't know!" The ponytail girl scolded, raising her eyebrows.

Fang Aizi didn't say anything more.

The desire to get an answer came to nothing, and the mood of the passengers became dull and sad again.

They are just ordinary people.

Ordinary people like them have ordinary relatives, friends, and teachers, and they have ordinary concerns with this city or that city in one way or another. Therefore, they are not even as good as a strong-willed high school girl. They really don't know how to choose.

Difficult choices tortured everyone, the air stagnated again, but both sides of the car windows finally lit up.

The train stopped, the guardrails opened, and the doors opened. The short-haired girl with her schoolbag on her back slowly got off the train on foot following the dull flow of people.

But suddenly, she seemed to think of something, she didn't look back, and she didn't look at anyone again, she just looked up at the old lamps on the old subway station, and said, "But I think, someone will know what to do."

The girl's voice was as clear as water, and in the dimly lit underground space, the TV screen gradually lit up.

The female anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV sat quietly in front of the anchor station, and slowly pulled out a piece of ordinary letter paper with Hongjing City Bureau letterhead from an old-fashioned kraft paper envelope.

She lowered her head to look at the letter paper, then raised her head, parted her red lips, and said calmly, "Hello, Zhan Xinjia."