There were quite a few people at the shooting range.
HK is one of the top cities in Asia, with more than 7 million people living in 1,000 square kilometers. The work pressure of the police is very high, and the shooting range was originally a training facility, but over time it became a stress relief project. After being wronged, I used to come here to vent.
Bang~
Bang~
Bang~
Transparent glass partitions are lined up one after another, and inside are police officers practicing shooting.
When Lin Yue entered, Yao Wenji and Yuan Weihao had already put on earmuffs, stood at the shooting point with training pistols, aimed at the target ahead and fired continuously.
Policewoman Erin sat at the console not far away, with the score of each window marked on the monitor.
Lin Yue walked to the equipment receiving area, looked at a policewoman and said, "Please give me a set of practice equipment."
The man glanced at the police officer ID hanging on his chest, took out a gun, a pair of earmuffs, and three loaded loaders and handed them over.
"Thank you." Lin Yue took the gun and left.
"Is that person your team?" The policewoman looked at his back and said, "He's very handsome."
Eileen nodded and watched with deep curiosity as Lin Yue walked to window No. 8 and stood still, raising his gun and aiming at the humanoid target in front of him.
She is a frequent visitor here because the policewoman on duty at the shooting range is her best friend. However, she has never seen Lin Yue come to the shooting range to practice shooting in the past three or four years.
Bang~
Bang~
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Six gunshots were fired.
In 2002, there were no bullet point scan maps, and there was only the target shooting result on the monitor, which was thirty-six points.
The policewoman looked dumbfounded: "He is very handsome, but his marksmanship is terrible. I am very curious about how he passed the police academy graduation exam."
Lin Yue wore earmuffs and was unaware of the conversation behind him. He polished off the bullets in the bullet chamber and then twisted the empty bullet shell out of the bullet chamber with one hand. Amidst the continuous clanging sound, he pressed the empty bullet shell into the bullet chamber with his other hand. After firing the bullet, he flicked the gun, and the bullet returned to its original position with a click.
The whole set of movements is so smooth that it is pleasing to the eye.
Erin had been watching his back and was stunned when she saw this scene. She subconsciously stood up and walked to the place facing window No. 8, watching Lin Yue aim at the target ahead.
Bang~
Bang~
Bang~
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Six more shots rang out.
The policewoman glanced at the monitor and shook her head helplessly. It was thirty-six points again. The two scores were the same. In a sense, she was a talent.
At this moment, a man came over with a training gun, winked at window No. 8, and asked the policewoman: "How are your results?"
The policewoman knew that he was Irene's colleague: "Very bad."
Yuan Weihao smiled and said, "Do you know who he is?"
"who is it?"
"Winner of the 93rd Class Excellence Award at the Police Academy, Inspector Lin Yuelin."
"You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"He is a good hand at writing reports." Yao Wenji also came over: "He is still a person highly regarded by Huang SIR."
"Exactly." Yuan Weihao sneered: "I heard that when Lu Qichang was killed by Ni Yongxiao, he was so frightened that he went to work in the Marine Police Department. The silver pewter gun head looks useless!"
When the three of them were whispering, Irene walked by and looked at them with strange expressions.
The policewoman asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
Irene pointed at Lin Yue who was changing bullets: "Go and see for yourselves."
The policewoman knew her best friend's temper, and her expression just now definitely didn't mean contempt, it was surprise, incomprehension, and disbelief.
She stood up and walked to the back of window No. 8, watching Lin Yue raise his gun and aim at the changed target.
Yao Wenji and Yuan Weihao also came closer.
Bang~
Bang~
Bang~
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Six gunshots were fired.
There were still 6 six rings, but the expressions of the people who saw the score changed.
The target used in the shooting range was not a round target, but a human-shaped target. The six rings were located on the shoulders and forehead of the human body. Lin Yue fired six shots. There was a hole less than two centimeters long on the forehead of the human-shaped target. From the edge, It can be seen from the arc that the edges of the six bullet holes overlap.
Others aimed at the red heart, but he was better, focusing on the forehead, and the difference between the previous shot and the next shot was less than one centimeter.
What does this mean?
This means that if his shooting target is a red heart, all three rounds of shooting will be sixty rings, which means eighteen accurate hits on the focus.
Three rounds and eighteen times...
This has nothing to do with luck and is a reflection of shooting prowess.
The policewoman half-opened her mouth, and finally understood why Irene had a strange expression on her face. If Detective Lin could maintain his shooting state today, there would never be more than ten people who could compete with him in the HK police system. .
Yuan Weihao's ears were a little red because he had just mocked Lin Yue in front of the policewoman as a silver pewter gun. If this score is also regarded as useless, then what is his score, is it rubbish?
"I hope his hands won't shake when he faces criminals."
When he said this, Lin Yue happened to take off his earmuffs, but he didn't seem to hear the sarcasm from behind. He walked over and handed the training tools to the policewoman, said thank you with a smile, and turned to leave the shooting range.
"Eileen, does Inspector Lin have a girlfriend?"
Erin looked at her best friend and didn't know what to say.
Yao Wenji watched Lin Yue leave with a thoughtful expression.
The three of them arrived at the shooting range, and Lin Yue followed them. He fired three rounds of eighteen rounds with his training revolver, hitting the forehead of the humanoid target every time. Is this a retaliation for the three people's ridicule that he was mediocre? ?
If yes, what does it mean?
This shows that he has been holding back in recent years, or it can be said that he has been hiding it deeply.
So why is it so high-profile now?
Yao Wenji was very puzzled.
"That person just now was Lin Yue? His marksmanship is really good." At this time, a man came over and interrupted his meditation.
Yao Wenji saw that it was Lin Guodong from the Criminal Intelligence Division: "Better than your marksmanship? Aren't you in the same year as him?"
Lin Guodong looked back at his five ten-rings and one nine-ring: "They are in the same year, but not the same class. When he was training in the police academy, I was already on the street as an intern."
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After leaving the shooting range, Lin Yue returned to the serious crime team and wrote a report according to Huang Zhicheng's instructions, downplaying the impact of Chen Yongren's injury to Shen Liang as much as possible in order to reduce the penalty imposed on Chen Yongren by the Department of Justice.
After writing the report, he returned to the police dormitory.
The next morning, I went to the Major Crime Unit and saw that there were no cases to investigate, so I asked Huang Zhicheng to take a day off to see a psychiatrist.
When he arrived at Li Xin'er's clinic, he told his assistant his name and was let into the room on the right.
When she opened the door, Li Xin'er was sitting behind the desk, concentrating on writing something on a piece of A4 paper. She was wearing a slim-fitting white shirt, with the buttons on the collar open. Between the V and her skin was a ring, which was glittering. The silver chain passed through and submerged into the long shawl hair at the back.
Lin Yue stopped in front of the door of the inner room and did not move forward.
After a while, Li Xin'er put down the pen after writing the report, picked up the glass on the table and was about to drink water, when she suddenly found a person standing at the door.
Lin Yue smiled and said: "Hello, I am Lin Yue."
Li Xin'er thought for a while and said, "Hello, Officer Lin, I am Li Xin'er."
She stood up and gestured to the chair over the desk: "Sit down first."
Lin Yue nodded, walked over and sat down.
"Want something to drink?"
"No."
"You must have been waiting for a long time. Why didn't you knock on the door when you arrived?"
"I see you're busy, and I don't want to interrupt your train of thought."
Li Xin'er glanced at him in surprise, and her favorable impression of Officer Lin in front of her increased greatly. There were not many police officers who were polite and considerate.
"Officer Lin, SIR Huang has told me your situation. Now I want to know if you have not gotten over the shadow of Officer Lu Qichang's sacrifice. There are strong and weak degrees of post-traumatic stress disorder. Please tell me how you usually think about this. Whether there is anxiety, fear, insomnia, etc. at the time of the incident, or whether you often dream about deceased people, only after understanding these situations can you decide to adopt psychological counseling, drug control, or other treatment options."
Lin Yue smiled and said, "Can't we use hypnotherapy?"
"Hypnosis?" This is the first time Li Xin'er has met a patient who actively requests hypnosis. Everyone has more or less secrets. Being hypnotized means losing control of the body. Emotionally speaking, this is a scary thing. Question: "Why do you have such a request?"
Lin Yue said: "Because I want to know if hypnosis can really make a person reveal his true feelings."
Li Xin'er frowned: "Officer Lin, I am a doctor, not a juggler at the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier."
Lin Yue said: "Dr. Li, you misunderstood. I wonder if you have ever experienced the depressing feeling of keeping secrets in your heart but unable to tell anyone. It seems that there is an insurmountable gap between your own world and others."
Li Xin'er couldn't help but pick up the Parker pen on the table and turn it gently in her hand.
For some reason, after listening to Lin Yue's words, she remembered stealing chocolates in the supermarket when she was a child.
Lin Yue continued: "I think you have heard the story "The King Has Donkey Ears"."
Li Xin'er looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Do you want me to be your tree hole?"
Lin Yue said: "Isn't it possible? I know that in the West, for some people with mental disorders, psychiatrists will recommend a kind of mutual help therapy. A group of people sit together to talk to each other, share their experiences, and establish a close supportive relationship. You Since you are a doctor and your purpose is to help patients recover, what’s the problem with being a listener?”
Li Xin'er laughed dumbly, thinking that Officer Lin knew a lot.
"Of course. Sometimes the starting point for a new life is communication. But what I don't understand is, why do you want me to use hypnosis?"
Lin Yue said: "It's very simple. As long as I am awake, I will not trust anyone without reservation. I need a force to guide me through this step."
Li Xin'er said: "Are you sure you want to tell me this secret?"
Lin Yue took out a cigarette and was about to put it in his mouth to get a lighter when he saw there was no ashtray on the table and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette box.
"Dr. Li, to be honest, I don't think you can hypnotize me. The reason why I came here is just to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
Li Xin'er felt a little unconvinced after hearing what he said: "Officer Lin, I think as long as you can relax and cooperate seriously, I am confident in guiding you to reveal your inner secrets."
Lin Yue said: "I am a very strong person."
Li Xin'er said: "No drunk man will admit that he is drunk."
"Are you so confident in yourself?"
"certainly."
"Then do you dare to take a gamble?"
"Officer Lin, I solemnly remind you here that I am a doctor, you are a patient, and we are not gamblers."
"After explaining so much, I still don't have confidence."
"You..." Li Xin'er glared at him, speechless: "Okay, what are you betting on?"
"I haven't decided what to bet on yet. How about this? I'll give you a month. If you can't hypnotize me, just promise me something. How about that?"
"What if I hypnotized you?"
"You hypnotized me, didn't you gain access to my inner secrets and save a patient who was on the verge of collapse?"
"You are really good at calculating. I don't think you should be a policeman. It would be more practical to be a businessman."
Lin Yuexin said that I had really been a businessman.
"Then it's settled."
Li Xin'er stood up and made a "please" gesture towards the recliner in the outer room: "In less than a month, I can hypnotize you today."
PS: Sorry, I drank too much yesterday and updated a bit late.
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