Chapter 8 Schools for Children of Families: Criminal Psychological Assessment Files from Jinwu Road Police Station
The mediation between Qian Darong and Liang Jiushan was finally completed, and Li Zhenliang breathed a great sigh of relief.
As they walked out of the interrogation room, they ran into Wei Changfeng and his group, who had just completed the filing process for a robbery case.
Li Zhenliang smiled broadly, patting the copy of the mediation agreement signed by both parties and the guarantee signed by Qian Darong: "Look! As soon as Comrade Xiao Jiang took action, the Qian family was dumbfounded. Not only did they pay 1,700 yuan in compensation, but they also made Qian Darong obediently sign the guarantee. Qian Jianshe and Zhao Yanhong's attitudes have also changed. They said they would definitely educate their son properly when they got back, and if he made the same mistake again, they would transfer him to another school."
After carefully reading the mediation report, Wei Changfeng looked at Jiang Ling with a hint of appreciation: "Not bad, not bad. As expected of someone from the police academy, you did a good job in mediation."
The other two police officers standing next to Wei Changfeng, Liu Haoran and Zhou Wei, gave Jiang Ling a thumbs up: "Comrade Jiang, well done."
A warm breeze blew by, carrying the sweet fragrance of jasmine.
Jiang Ling turned her head and glanced at the two pots of jasmine at the end of the corridor, and calmly replied, "Mediation is just the beginning."
Liu Haoran was a chubby guy with a round face. He had been at the police station for three years and still had a lot of drive. He asked curiously, "Isn't it over already?"
Jiang Ling handed Wei Changfeng a notebook and explained earnestly, "I majored in criminal psychology in college. This is my criminal psychological assessment of Qian Darong, and the conclusion is..."
She paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Qian Darong is highly likely to be a sex offender, and Liang Qiqiao is in danger."
Wei Changfeng flipped through Jiang Ling's notebook; the first page read:
"Criminal Psychological Assessment File of Jinwu Road Police Station"
Case Title: 93-Campus Bullying Case at the Textile Factory's Affiliated Middle School
Number: JW-1993-09
Assessment subject: Qian Darong (male, 15 years old, junior high school student)
Assessor: Jiang Ling
Special note: Weekly follow-up
The handwriting in the notebook was neat and beautiful, with elegant characters and subtle strokes at the turns. Wei Changfeng, along with Liu Haoran and Zhou Wei who had come over to look at it, exclaimed in admiration.
"With such neat and beautiful handwriting, Xiao Jiang must be a good student at school."
"Even an assessment has a cover and a number; that's really professional."
"Criminal psychological assessment sounds very high-end; it's definitely something that comes from a professional background."
Flipping further, the sections are categorized into "Basic Information Collection," "Analysis of Criminal Motives," and "Observation of Behavioral Patterns"...
Wei Changfeng knew each category, but the detailed tables, nine-square grids, and relationship diagrams inside made him a little dizzy. He was a former soldier and his police career was based entirely on experience, so he immediately asked, "Tell me, what is your conclusion?"
Jiang Ling knew that in the 1990s, the field of criminal investigation did not place much emphasis on criminal psychological assessment, and the professional theories he wrote, which originated from later generations, were not easy for the average person to understand.
She pointed to a few lines in the notebook and said, “Here, the trauma imprint refers to Liang Qiqiao. She dresses conservatively and is ashamed to expose her skin. She has injuries on her arms. I have examined them and they are all scratch scars, mottled with blood, varying in depth and color, old and new. This is a stress response after experiencing sexual assault.”
Wei Changfeng exclaimed, "Ah! Qian Darong did it?"
Jiang Ling nodded: "Yes. I asked her quietly, and she said that Qian Darong not only verbally harassed her, but also sexually harassed her multiple times on the way home from school. Liang Qiqiao is still young and has no mother to guide her, so she was constantly tormented by internal struggles and self-blame, which led to her self-harm."
Jiang Ling still had some things to say.
In fact, Liang Qiqiao not only had injuries on her arms, but also many scars on her chest. At eighteen, a girl in her developmental stage, Liang Qiqiao hated her full breasts. Faced with Qian Darong's sexual harassment, she was too ashamed to speak out, but instead used self-harm as a way to vent her anger. At night, she would scratch her arms and chest where Qian Darong had touched her, until they bled and the pain became unbearable before she stopped.
Li Zhenliang scratched his head: "How did you find out that Liang Qiqiao had injuries?"
Jiang Ling glanced at him: "When Liang Jiushan grabbed her arm, Liang Qiqiao's body stiffened, and she clearly avoided the situation."
Li Zhenliang racked his brains for a long time, but couldn't recall any details. He couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, women are more observant. Xiao Jiang, your observation skills are truly amazing!"
Jiang Ling did not respond to Li Zhenliang's praise; her attention remained on her notebook: "As for Qian Darong's motives for committing sexual crimes, look here. Tracing back to the compensatory mechanism, the maternal role deficiency index is three stars, and the patriarchal cognitive distortion is three stars. Qian Darong's motives may involve power fantasies. In terms of cultural pollution coefficient, the daily exposure to illegal videos is more than three hours. His father had an affair, so it can be inferred that there is a possibility of imitation."
The four police officers present stared wide-eyed at this string of technical terms—they didn't quite understand them, but they seemed very knowledgeable.
Jiang Ling also realized that her expression was not straightforward enough. She pursed her lips and gave a direct conclusion: "Based on the 1989 juvenile detention center case in Shanghai, it can be inferred that it will develop into a substantial infringement within six months."
Li Zhenliang exchanged glances with Liu Haoran and Zhou Wei, and they all saw the word "admiration" in each other's eyes.
Wei Changfeng looked at Jiang Ling intently, feeling a sense of "a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation".
Jiang Ling is usually very reserved. She avoids speaking unless necessary, and even when eating in the cafeteria, she tries to choose a corner to minimize her presence.
But today, she not only took the initiative to handle matters, but also acted in a methodical and mature manner. She was also willing to communicate with everyone and share her judgment process and results, which really surprised him.
Regardless of the reason why Jiang Ling voluntarily left the archives, Wei Changfeng was very pleased: "We must intervene as soon as possible, and we absolutely cannot let your predicted outcome come true. Jiang Ling, the follow-up work on the Qian Darong case is entrusted to you. Are you willing?"
Jiang Ling stopped, head held high and chest out: "Yes!"
Wei Changfeng smiled slightly: "Xiao Jiang, come to our case team."
After saying that, he thought for a moment and then added, "You will still be in charge of the archives."
Jiang Ling remained standing ramrod straight: "Yes!"
The more Wei Changfeng looked at Jiang Ling, the more he appreciated her decisiveness. He raised his hand to pat Jiang Ling's shoulder, but Li Zhenliang pulled him back: "Old Wei, you have a strong hand, take it easy." Jiang Ling didn't like getting close to people, and Li Zhenliang felt obligated to protect her.
Wei Changfeng looked at his severed hand, then at Jiang Ling's slender frame, and said to Li Zhenliang, "From now on, when we go on field missions, you and Xiao Jiang will be in the same group."
Li Zhenliang usually handles community work and is considered a mobile member of the case team. He is quite happy to partner with Jiang Ling: "Okay, I'll team up with Xiao Jiang from now on."
Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang's two-person action team soon embarked on their first field mission.
The next day, September 11th, Saturday.
At that time, there were no weekends off, and the textile factory's affiliated middle school still had classes on Saturdays.
The Virginia creeper is lush and has climbed all over the gable of the teaching building.
"Ring ring..." The bell had just rung, signaling the end of class, and the students came out of the classroom, laughing and joking, and rushed into the corridor.
Jiang Ling instinctively reached for her phone to check the time, but quickly realized it was 1993, and cell phones weren't common at all. "I should buy a watch," Jiang Ling thought to herself, turning to Li Zhenliang, "What time is it?"
Li Zhenliang glanced down at his Shanghai watch: "11:40, that's the end of the fourth period. Let's go up later, it's lunchtime now."
The time agreed upon with the Dean of Students was fast approaching. Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang waited for ten minutes until the campus gradually emptied before stepping forward and entering the school.
Yancheng Textile Factory was a long-established state-owned enterprise with over a thousand employees. It had a full range of facilities, from kindergarten to primary and secondary schools. The factory's affiliated middle school consisted of only one three-story teaching building, combining junior and senior high school sections. Each grade was on one floor, with six classes in total (senior high and junior high) on the third floor.
Since they were coming to the school, Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang were both dressed casually. When they arrived on the third floor, the slogan "301 days until the college entrance examination" was written in large characters on the blackboard at the end of the corridor. Seeing the number written in red chalk, Li Zhenliang muttered, "Isn't it a bit early to start mobilizing people now?"
"It's not too early. We need to get the senior students into the zone as early as possible, otherwise they'll slack off." A serious voice rang out, and Huang Qiming, the meticulously dressed, gray-haired dean of students, walked out of a classroom.
Li Zhenliang smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand: "Director Huang, it's a good thing that the school is taking such a strict approach."
Huang Qiming looked at Jiang Ling: "And who is this?"
Jiang Ling put her hands behind her back and nodded slightly: "Jiang Ling."
Seeing that her self-introduction was too brief, Li Zhenliang added, "This is Jiang Ling, a police academy student who was just assigned to the station. We are in charge of Qian Darong's case."
Having worked at the textile factory's affiliated school for over thirty years, Huang Qiming was very familiar with the police officers at the local police station. He extended his hand to Jiang Ling, saying, "Officer Jiang is so young." In his eyes, Jiang Ling, who was only 20 years old, was just a child.
Jiang Ling's brow twitched, but she forced herself to endure the discomfort and quickly reached out to shake his hand.
She initially chose the job of an archivist to avoid contact with people. Now, given a second chance at life, and having decided to work on the front lines of criminal investigation, she must make changes.
Although it was called a handshake, Jiang Ling only lightly touched the other person's fingertips.
Huang Qiming, who has been engaged in education for many years, did not mind Jiang Ling's reserve and went straight to the point: "Officer Wei told me about the situation yesterday. The school attaches great importance to it. This morning, the homeroom teachers of Class 3 of the third grade and Class 1 of the third grade were called to a meeting. Three students with excellent character and academic performance were selected to form a supervision group to keep an eye on Qian Darong."
Li Zhenliang looked at Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the photos of educators and scientists hanging on the walls of the teaching building corridor. Although she wanted to overcome her fear of physical contact, old habits die hard; her fingertips felt burning, and her temples throbbed with discomfort.
Li Zhenliang spoke up: "Qian Darong's father is the deputy director of a textile factory. His family is quite wealthy. He doesn't behave well at school and has bullied Liang Jiushan multiple times. The police station has dealt with it twice, but it hasn't really solved the problem. We hope the school can take this seriously. After all, while our police station emphasizes punishment, education still depends on the school."
Huang Qiming's face darkened.
The student caused trouble, and the police came to the school, which made him feel very embarrassed.
Qian Jianshe, the deputy factory director, was in charge of logistics. All school funding required his signature before it could be approved. School leaders were very eager to please him and repeatedly instructed the teachers to take good care of Qian Darong.
That is why, despite his poor performance at school, Qian Darong was always treated leniently.
Huang Qiming was actually very dissatisfied with the school leaders' interference in students' education, but he was about to retire and did not want to cause trouble, so he kept quiet.
Now that the police have come to the door, Huang Qiming couldn't help but grumble: "Yes, unruly students like Qian Darong should be disciplined strictly. But this is a school for children of employees, and Director Qian holds a high position of power. What can I do when the school leaders have spoken?"
During Li Zhenliang's conversation with Huang Qiming, Jiang Ling slowly adjusted her breathing, trying to shift her attention away from her fingertips. A few minutes later, the burning sensation in her fingertips gradually dissipated, and Jiang Ling finally returned to normal.
Upon hearing Huang Qiming's words, Jiang Ling said, "According to my assessment, Qian Darong not only has a tendency towards violent crimes, but also a tendency towards sexual crimes. We are here today to further understand his performance at school and prevent a tragedy from occurring."
Huang Qiming was stunned for a moment: "Sexual crime? No, that can't be! He's only fifteen years old."
Jiang Ling shook her head: "It has nothing to do with age. His harassment of Liang Qiqiao was not only verbal, but also physical. Liang Qiqiao has developed severe psychological trauma and has self-harmed multiple times."
Upon hearing this, Huang Qiming was immediately enraged: "Shameless! Utterly shameless! Don't worry, we will definitely handle this seriously and take it seriously. Liang Qiqiao has good grades, and as long as she performs well, she will definitely be able to get into a key university this year. She is the hope of our school, and we cannot let Qian Darong ruin her."
After making his promise, Huang Qiming said as he walked forward, "Come on! I'll take you to the classroom of Class 3, Grade 9."
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