part-time profiler

As the sun goes down, young and beautiful young students walk out of the school in twos and threes.

When the neon lights first came on, in the bustling downtown, couples held hands as they passed by the smoky barbecue stalls. Beer and mutton skewers splashed foam together.

The bakery in front of the film school was not yet closed. The handsome boss leaned against the door frame, crossed one arm, and looked at the other tall man in front of him with some amusement.

Looking from outside the store, only the back of the 1.9-meter-tall man can be seen. The street lamps fell on his thick black hair, illuminating the wheat-colored skin at the back of his neck. He was wearing a police shirt with a muscular back. Strong and strong, the shirt is taut, the shirt hem is pressed into the belt meticulously, and the legs are enviable.

The man stood erect in front of the bakery owner, with pulsating veins on the back of his neck.

"Then who do you think I am?" Yan Su asked indifferently.

Yan Yan thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "You know the process of criminals committing crimes, and you have quite a connection with the management of the city bureau. I think you have been an undercover policeman."

He quietly observed the slightest change in Yan Su's expression, micro-expressions can't be deceiving.Yan Yan's narrow and long eyes caught Yan Su's slightly widened eyes, and he guessed right.

Yan Su lowered his head and didn't speak.

Yan Yan quickly analyzed: "The real resume of an undercover police officer is usually confidential, and I can't find it with my authority. Then you must have been involved in a serious case when you went undercover. You may have been seriously injured in that incident."

Before he finished speaking, he heard low laughter, at first it was an emotionless snort, and then it turned into an uncontrollable laugh.

Yan Yan's eyes showed surprise, his cheeks tightened, and he stared at Yan Su who was crying tears.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of Zhang Zhenhai, in the interrogation room, from a low laugh to a desperate laugh, and finally to tears from excitement.

The smiles of the two were surprisingly the same.

Yan Su raised his eyes, and the colorful neon lights were reflected in his eyes, like waves flowing and dazzling.He was leaning against the glass door, wearing a loose cotton padded jacket, wiped a little water from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, folded his arms, raised his eyes and squinted at him, with a vague smile on his lips.

Yan Yan thought of a word strangely, charming.

It shouldn't be used on a clean-eyed person like Yan Su.

Maybe it's because he's so much like a ostentatious poppy.

Yan Yan subconsciously took half a step back, his face sank like water, and his eyes never left Yan Su's body.

"Me," Yan Su finally said, pointing to the bakery behind him, tilting his head and showing an innocent smile, "I'm just an ordinary bakery owner."

Yan Yan: "..."

I believe in your evil!

"I'm hungry." Before Yan Yan could ask again, Yan Su changed the subject in time, "Officer Yan, I've helped you, you should treat me to a meal."

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows, and could feel the blue veins at the junction of his side cheeks and neck fossa still twitching. He looked at Yan Su who had regained his dull expression, nodded slightly, and raised his jaw: "What do you want to eat, I ask you .”

Yan Su wanted to eat barbecue, so he wanted the kind from the roadside stalls, not the ones that were too clean, gutter oil was the best.

Yan Yan didn't quite understand: "There are so many things to pay attention to when drinking milk and eating bread, why are you eating junk food now?"

Yan Susong sat loosely on the long bench, like a boneless mollusc, leaning against the greasy black wall, holding the chopsticks in his hand, concentrating on turning the pork belly, and answered casually: "It's too clean, it's tasteless."

"Oh..." Yan Yan was curious: "Then what do you usually eat at night?"

Yan Su rolled his eyelids, and asked indifferently: "Officer Yan, why are you a hundred thousand?"

Yan Yan: "..."

The pork belly was roasted, and the meat was fragrant. Yan Su twisted two slices of dipping sauce, then put in the lettuce, rolled it up and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Yan Yan picked up the tongs and spread the steaks on the grill.

"Boss Yan, do you think the case of Zhang Zhenhai and Wang Weiqiang is over?" Yan Yan said meaningfully.

There was a lot of people around, the beer was colliding, the crayfish set up the oil pan, and the meat seller on the opposite side yelled through a loudspeaker: "Roujiamo, Tongguan Roujiamo——"

"Well," Yan Su wiped the oil from his mouth with a paper towel, and after chewing the last bite of pork belly, he said slowly, "Can you break a chopstick?"

Yan Yan answered without thinking, "Yes."

"Two?" Yan Su squeezed the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

Yan Yan seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded without hesitation: "Three, four, with my wrist strength, I can easily break them off, unless there are a lot of chopsticks and it takes a lot of effort."

"Wang Weiqiang's chopsticks were broken by the police for more than a month." Yan Su put down the chopsticks: "So do you think this case is over?"

First of all, in the cross-border child abduction case, only one mouse has been caught so far. Can Wang Weiqiang alone cause such a storm?Crossing the border means not only buying and selling children in the country, but even sending children abroad without any means, background and connections, making it even more difficult.

Secondly, why Zhang Zhenhai was able to contact Wang Weiqiang, how did the two know each other, a professor and a human trafficker?Is there no other force behind it?In other words, the two know the same force, so they know each other?

And that force must be related to cross-border child trafficking.

Yan Su's tone was calm: "You originally wanted to capture Wang Weiqiang alive."

Yan Yan nodded, Yan Su raised his eyelids: "Now he is dead, there is no proof of death."

The two fell into silence at the same time, only the noise around them became louder and louder.

"Zhang Zhenhai's case may be over, but Wang Weiqiang's case..." Yan Yan tightened his fist on his thigh and lowered his voice, "Not really."

Yan Su gave a nonchalant hum, stopped discussing the case with him, and just lowered his head to eat quietly.

Yan Yan drove Yan Su back to the Wanxin Community, and turned to the East Second Ring Road. Yan Yan heard from Lin Duan that they live here.

Lin Duan, the forensic doctor of the Municipal Bureau, had a relationship with Duan Jingsheng, the former head of the criminal police detachment. Yan Yan didn't know the details, but the two were together now.

On the way, Yan Yan hung up the bluetooth headset and called Lin Duan, saying that he wanted to see Duan Jingsheng.

Forensic doctor Lin was very enthusiastic, and when he heard that he wanted to ask Duan Jingsheng something confidential, he immediately agreed to make an appointment for him.

Soon, Lin Duan called him back: "Captain Yan, Lao Duan is at home, are you coming over now?"

Yan Yan turned the steering wheel and got off the road around the city, and drove towards the villa area, thanking: "Hey, okay, thank you forensic doctor Lin."

"You're welcome." Lin Duan said with a smile.

Five minutes later, Yan Yan arrived at the door of Duan Jingsheng's house.

Duan Jingsheng was watering the flowers in slippers, and Lin Duan called out from a distance: "Old Duan, Team Yan is here."

"Okay." Duan Jingsheng returned to him, he put down the nutrient solution for watering the flowers, washed his hands, walked into the living room, and shook hands with Yan Yan.

Yan Yan smiled warmly: "Mr. Duan, I am Yan Yan."

"I know, I heard from Lin Duan that you are capable." Duan Jingsheng moved out of the way: "Go to the balcony on the second floor to chat."

Lin Duan boiled water to make tea, and Duan Jingsheng hugged him: "I'm tired enough during the day, don't worry about it, go and rest." Then, he took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and took Yan Yan up to the second floor.

Lin Duan was helpless, smiled, took Duan Jingsheng's warm milk, and turned his head into the bedroom.

On the balcony, the two stood side by side, and Yan Yan handed Duan Jingsheng a cigarette.

Duan Jingsheng waved his hand and refused: "Lin Duan is not used to the smell of cigarettes, so he quit."

Yan Yan smiled, gave him a thumbs up, stopped smoking himself, put the cigarette back into the box, put the box on the glass coffee table, and looked out at the thick night outside the balcony.

"What do you want to ask?" Duan Jingsheng asked proactively.

"Oh, last time you bailed someone from the police." Yan Yan took the beer, opened the can, squeezed it in his hand, and said without drinking, "It's Yan Su, do you remember?"

"Oh, him." Duan Jingsheng nodded, "I remember."

"He was an undercover policeman." Yan Yan cut to the chase.

Duan Jingsheng didn't expect him to be so straightforward, he stopped shaking the beer can, and after a while, he chuckled: "Did he tell you?"

"My guess."

"Yeah." Duan Jingsheng nodded: "You guessed it right, he was seriously injured before and almost lost his life."

"How long has it been?" Yan Yan asked curiously, and Duan Jingsheng glanced at him from the corner of his eyes: "Almost four years."

Yan Yan let out a long sigh, holding the cold aluminum beer can, silent, looking into the night with his eyes, as if in deep thought.

"Has he ever experienced anything more tragic?" Yan Yan thought about how to choose words, how to euphemistically fit Zhang Zhenhai's sentence "climbed up from the depths of hell".

"Tragedy?" Duan Jingsheng felt a little weird, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Break up with Mr. Wei?"

Yan Yan: "..."

Clam? ? ?

"Which Mr. Wei?" Yan Yan was shocked, with an innocent expression of a gay guy appearing all over his face.

"There is only one Mr. Wei in Ningbei City, what do you think?" Duan Jingsheng approached him and patted the railing: "Don't mention this in front of your face, or he will leave me here to make trouble again."

"Wei Jiyuan from the Wei family?" Yan Yan thought for a while about Wei Jiyuan in the newspaper, and then about Yan Su who owns a bakery. The two of them didn't get along: "I never expected that as a straight man of steel, I would My forensic doctor is gay, and my European foreign aid is also gay."

Duan Jingsheng laughed out loud, and the air was filled with joy.

Lin Duan shouted from below: "Old Duan, don't gossip about Yan Su everywhere!"

Duan Jingsheng covered his mouth with one hand and made a zipper stitch gesture.

"When I was talking with Wei Jiyuan, Xiaoyan was under 22. It was the first time a country kid went to the city, and Wei Jiyuan was intimidated. Later, hey, the task was in hand, Xiaoyan couldn't leave, and she broke up with Wei Sanye, Wei San Master wants to die or live, this matter has been a topic of discussion in the whole city for more than half a year."

Duan Jingsheng felt a little emotional: "In a blink of an eye, it's been four years."

Yan Yan rested his arms on the railing, and felt strange in his heart, like Yan Su's current appearance of being clean-eyed and indifferent to anyone, yet he could fall in love with a man.

"How long have you been talking?" Yan Yan asked.

Duan Jingsheng turned his head, squinted his eyes and looked at him, but smiled and said nothing.

"Two months." Lin Duan pushed open the balcony glass door: "Captain Yan, don't ask Lao Duan about this, he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. If you really want to know, go ask Yan Su, he will not hide it from you .”

"How can Forensic Doctor Lin be sure that he won't hide it from me?" Yan Yan was curious.

Lin Duan has a lot of meaning: "Xiaoyan's character has long been let go, but Wei Sanye has not figured it out so far. Now that he has let go, he can't hide it. Team Yan thinks, is it important to Xiaoyan?"

Yan Yan thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt that he seemed to understand Yan Su a little bit.