part-time profiler

Thinking slowly is not as fast as asking someone directly.

Xiong Xiong is so cute. This blogger pays attention to his appearance. People who pay attention to appearance usually buy skin care products, and he is not short of money, so you can ask any skin care store on Watani Street, especially the larger ones. Brand store.

Yan Yan asked the three families one by one, and finally found something when he asked the family at the intersection of the triangle.

The cabinet sister zoomed in on the Weibo photo, and smiled with the corner of her mouth aside: "This... this person..."

Yan Yan seemed a little embarrassed looking at her: "You know her?"

"Well... I came to the store to buy Burberry perfume, but I bargained hard, and our employees didn't want to meet him." The cabinet lady stared at his photo and said, "You are a policeman, did he commit a crime?"

"I want to ask him about something." Yan Yan was vague.

The cabinet sister didn't ask any further questions, but nodded: "Well, you go out and turn right, go inside and turn left at the second intersection. He should be in the disco at the far end."

"Disco?"

"Gay nest." The cabinet sister shrugged.

Yan Yan compared the OK gesture: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the cabinet sister glanced at his watch, then at his T-shirt, trousers and leather shoes, and smiled to solicit business with a very professional attitude, "Welcome to our store next time."

Yan Yan went out and went straight to the disco that the cabinet sister pointed out.

Yan Yan stepped in with his front foot, but his back foot was almost scared out by the loud metal music inside. He clicked his tongue and pushed open the door of the disco. There was no waiter to greet him, a long alley.

When you walk in, there is a double door on the right, which opens into the hall, where demons dance wildly on the dance floor, and colorful lights and paint buckets are splashed on people.

Many people looked at him, but Yan Yan turned a blind eye, went straight to the bar, and posed for a photo: "Look for someone."

The bartender watched him from beginning to end, and instead of looking at the photos, he asked him with a smile, "Handsome guy, who are you looking for?"

Then Yan Yan said with a cold face: "Police." The bartender spurted out a sip of the drink he just drank.

Yan Yan dodges to the side in time.

The bartender immediately restrained his attitude, pulled his face down and begged bitterly: "Comrade police, we are all serious business."

"Look for someone." Yan Yan pushed the photo in front of him: "Look, do you know him?"

The curly hair on the bartender's head was shaking from side to side. He looked up at Yan Yan, and found that Yan Yan was looking stern, so he didn't dare to chat with him, and confessed honestly: "I know you, why don't you know us, the people in our shop are amazing. Look, in fact, it doesn't look very good, Asian magic, haha, so it looks very good."

The bartender put his hands on his crotch and twisted his waist: "What do you think of me?"

Yan Yan smiled: "Get out, molested the straight male police again and arrested you all."

The bartender is innocent: "Oh."

"Is he here?" Yan Yan pointed to the photo.

"It's gone," the bartender spread his hands and shrugged. "Something happened to the student who prostituted him, and he hid back to his hometown."

"What's your surname, where are you from, and why are you hiding?" Yan Yan asked eagerly.

The bartender moved the high stool, handed him the orange juice, rolled his eyes, and said while thinking: "It's just a student. I got in touch with him recently. We thought he was changing his taste. He used to like to hook up. The big boss is here. The little slut."

"A student from the film school?"

"Yeah," the bartender sneered, "that student, he likes him so much, he spends a lot of money on him. Fortunately, the student's family has money, and he even bluffs others for online loans, tsk tsk, scum A fighter under attack."

Yan Yan: "..."

"The name, it's Deng Sheng, not the stage name."

"What's that called?"

"Alan."

Yan Yan frowned: "What did you say?"

"Alan."

coincidence?Yan Yan is puzzled, Alan is indeed an English name that can be seen everywhere.

"You said he went back to his hometown, where is his hometown?" Yan Yan asked.

The bartender thought for a while: "An Yue, it's not far from Ningbei, it's a pretty poor place."

"Thank you." Yan Yan turned and walked out, took a few steps, returned, and put the tip on the bar.

The bartender blew him a kiss, Yan Yan was covered in goosebumps, and when he left the door, he called Zhang Ke: "Ke Zi."

Zhang Ke was watching, and just getting excited, Yan Yan called, he grabbed the phone: "Boss, you don't want to call me at this hour, do you know that?"

"No kidding, you help me check someone."

Zhang Ke got up resignedly, and lay down in front of the laptop: "Okay, tell me."

"Deng Sheng, victory is victory."

"Deng Sheng?" Zhang Ke smacked his mouth and pondered: "It sounds familiar."

"Ok?"

Zhang Ke sat up: "I remembered!"

"what?"

"Deng Jun, Deng Jun's brother, Deng Sheng! He left Ningbei and returned to Anyue's hometown the day before the poisoning case." Zhang Ke said, "We were planning to notify his brother, but Deng Sheng himself called , and asked his sister if something happened."

"These two, brothers and sisters?"

"No." Zhang Ke sat cross-legged on the bed: "To be precise, it doesn't matter. According to Deng Sheng himself, the two grew up in an orphanage. They have a close relationship, just like siblings."

"Yes, it's the orphanage where Brother Zheng grew up. Deng Yun and Deng Sheng were later adopted respectively, and they haven't lost contact for so many years."

"But since Deng Sheng has nothing to do with this case, the police didn't reveal anything more after they informed him that Deng Yun was killed." Zhang Ke asked, "Why, how did you find him?"

"There is a problem." Yan Yan spoke quickly: "Deng Sheng fooled Qin Ziming into an online loan, and Qin Ziming is in a same-sex relationship."

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Kemeng circled: "Qin Ziming? Isn't that the murderer of the first arson case?!"

"Yes. I'm going to visit Anyue, you can look for Deng Sheng's address."

"Okay, I'll go to the office tomorrow and check with the population data."

"Thank you Koko."

"You're welcome." Zhang Ke said, "If you get Boss Yan back, treat the brothers to dinner."

Yan Yan smiled: "Okay."

He hung up the phone, went downstairs and drove to Anyue.

Settle the matter earlier and bring Yan Su back sooner.

Yan Yan turned on the phone and stared at the gardenia photo on the screensaver. After a while, he laughed very badly, and cursed in a low voice: "Little bastard." Then he put on his seat belt and backed out of the garage.

Anyue is in the west of Ningbei.

Yan Yan drove fast all the way, and he didn't bother to drink water when he was thirsty, and arrived in Anyue in less than two hours.

It was already one o'clock in the morning of the next day.

At this point, without the address information given by Zhang Ke, Yan Yan couldn't find Deng Shengren after working hard with needles in the sea. He rushed over hotly, only to realize that he is now a headless chicken.

Yan Yan drove around in Anyue city.

Anyue is a magical area, with Ningbei on the north and Nanshun on the bottom, all of them are quite wealthy cities, only Anyue is sandwiched in the middle, clinking poorly, relying on the provincial government's assistance to survive.The Anyue people were scattered and scattered, and those who could go to Ningbei all moved to Ningbei with their families.

In the middle of the night, there are few pedestrians.

Yan Yan simply parked the car on the side of the road, flattened the seat, lay down to rest, and thought of Yan Su as soon as he closed his eyes.

He stretched his arms, took out the mobile phone in the box, and stared at the screen in a daze.

The last time the two were in danger in Qingyang Village, they didn't take anything with them except that they came back alive.The last mobile phone was scrapped together with his Daben. Fortunately, Yan Yan saved this photo in the cloud disk.

After changing the phone, download photos from the cloud disk and set it as a screen saver.

Yan Su was facing him sideways, the sun was shining brightly on his body.

Yan Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if Yan Su was smiling at him.He turned his head and looked out the window. The moon was hanging in the dark sky, big and round.

Nung, moon and new moon.Yan Yan kissed the phone screen, curled up sideways, closed his eyes and rested.

Early the next morning, Zhang Ke located Deng Sheng's mobile phone number and told Yan Yan the address: "No. 128, Yong'an Street, seems to be an office complex."

"Received." Yan Yan found No. 128 along Yong'an Street.

It is indeed an office complex, next to the District Judiciary Bureau, the building is not high, six floors, two buildings on the left and right, with security doors, the kind that ring the doorbell.

The doorman was an elderly man. Yan Yan handed him Deng Sheng's photo and asked him if he recognized the person in the photo.

The uncle squinted his eyes for a long time, put on the reading glasses again, and finally shook his head: "No, I don't know, this one looks so good-looking, if I have seen it, I must have an impression."

Yan Yan took back the photo and thought about it, yes, isn't this a beauty photo with a makeover, the real person may not be sure what he looks like.

The old man said he had never seen it, and it was normal.

Yan Yan changed the way of asking, and said more directly: "Then, do you know Deng Sheng?"

The uncle nodded: "Hey, Deng Sheng, I know him. I just came back from Ningbei two days ago."

"Oh, that's right. I have something to ask him. Where does he live?"

The uncle was suspicious: "Who are you?"

"His sister Deng Yun's friend, something happened to Deng Yun, so I came to him."

The uncle had no doubts, and nodded: "I know that girl Deng Yun, and she was also hospitalized before. He is the only one in Deng Sheng's house now, and his parents are long gone..." The uncle was rambling on and wanted to continue.

Yan Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and just as he raised his hand to interrupt him, the delivery boy rode a motorcycle into the yard.

"Deng Sheng hasn't been out of the house for the past two days, and I don't know how he eats and drinks." The uncle followed Yan Yan's gaze and saw the takeaway brother.

"Maybe...it depends on that." Yan Yan turned and left the guard room.

"Hello," Yan Yan said, "This thing belongs to Deng Sheng. The phone number is 3275."

The mobile phone number was sent to him by Zhang Ke.

The delivery boy looked down: "Hey, yes."

"That's a good relationship, it's mine." Yan Yan grinned, and the delivery guy didn't doubt it, and handed him the lunch box in his hand.

The uncle chased him out: "Hey you!"

Yan Yan patted the uncle on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay, I'll send him up on the way."

The uncle looked at him dubiously, Yan Yan picked up the takeaway order and glanced at the address bar, Unit 401, [-], he stepped down the steps and rang the doorbell on the first floor.

After a while, a hoarse male voice came out: "Do you want takeaway?" "Yes." Yan Yan said, "Open the door."

The man muttered: "What's the matter with the takeaway now, the order has been delivered before it is delivered."

The anti-theft iron door downstairs opened.

Yan Yan opened the door and went upstairs. The naked young man leaned against the door frame, waiting there lazily.

Yan Yan asked: "Mr. Deng, your takeaway?"

The young man nodded, his originally squinted eyes enlarged instantly after seeing Yan Yan, salivating at the other person's face, then from the back of his shoulders to his waist and hips, he smiled resentfully: "It's pretty good to deliver food now." handsome."

"How about..." Yan Yan deliberately slowed down his tone: "Go in and talk?"

Deng Sheng stood up straight, and said happily, "Okay, come in."

After Yan Yan entered, he closed the door, and Deng Sheng threw him a pair of sandals. The two-bedroom, one-living room was in a mess, with a sour smell.

"You're welcome, sit wherever you want." Deng Sheng went to look for lubricating oil and a condom.

Yan Yan frowned, took the takeaway to the small sofa in the living room and sat down.The curtains were closed, and the room was dark.

Deng Sheng changed into a pair of leggings and came out, pushed Yan Yan's shoulders, and sat directly on his lap: "You are handsome, so you don't need to go through the process."

The corner of Yan Yan's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

"I'm a policeman." Yan Yan said.

Deng Sheng's expression changed suddenly, and he was so frightened that he fell to the ground. He hurriedly got up, ran back to the big sofa, and smiled embarrassingly: "Aren't you delivering food?"

"How can I meet you otherwise." Yan Yan pointed to the takeaway on the glass coffee table: "Don't be restrained, eat, and ask me while you eat."

"Okay." Deng Sheng untied the plastic bag tremblingly, and looked at Yan Yan cautiously.

"The policeman is really handsome," Deng Sheng said, "I have had sex with the policeman before, and I have a very good figure."

Yan Yan smiled: "I don't want to discuss with you the problem of knowing and breaking the law within our team."

Deng Sheng laughed dryly: "Then what do you want to discuss?"

"I'm from Ningbei."

"Oh." Deng Sheng guessed what he was going to say: "My sister?"

"Deng Yun, died in the poisoning case, along with her boyfriend Zhao Yangfei and best friend Chen Qingxuan." Yan Yan pulled out the photos of the scene on his phone and pushed them in front of him.

Deng Sheng took a look and turned his head away: "Comrade policeman, I'm eating here."

The smell of snail noodles instantly filled the whole room.

"You returned to Anyue the day before the poisoning case, why didn't you stay an extra day to celebrate your sister's birthday? If you two have a good relationship, it doesn't make sense for you not to attend her birthday?" Yan Yan suddenly thought of something as he said.

"Unless you're hiding, who are you hiding from? Qin Ziming. Qin Ziming set the fire, and you know you can't get away with it." Yan Yan was aggressive: "You let him borrow money online, and then gave you all the money. Why?"

"What do you buy, you can spend him hundreds of thousands within half a year." Yan Yan felt more and more wrong as he said, what is so expensive, even if it is a luxury, it is not enough.

And... Yan Yan looked around Deng Sheng's house, but there was nothing of value, except for aging household appliances.

Where did all that money go?

Deng Sheng lowered his head and ate the powder, pretending not to hear.

Yan Yan got up and went into the bedroom, it was messy, smelly, and there was nothing of value.

Didn't hide the treasure, maybe it wasn't hidden here?

The windows were left open and the curtains fluttered.

Deng Sheng appeared behind him at some point: "Uncle policeman, don't come into my bedroom, you are invading citizens' privacy!"

Yan Yan looked back, Deng Sheng was staring at the bedside table.

When people have an accident or are nervous, their first reaction is to focus on important things.

Nightstand!

Yan Yan suddenly turned his head, the outdoor wind lifted the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the white cylinder rolled, exposing the corners.

syringe!

Yan Yan strode forward, Deng Sheng was dumbfounded, picked up a small bench and threw it at him.

Yan Yan twisted his arm with his backhand, knocked Deng Sheng down with two strokes, tied his hands skilfully, and threw him aside.

It was indeed a syringe, only the barrel, and a light blue powder remained in the syringe tube.

Deng Sheng's eyes widened, his face flushed with anxiety, and he moved his body to bump into him.

Yan Yan ducked away, looked at Deng Sheng who was trembling anxiously, and curled the corner of his mouth: "I finally understand why you can spend so much money."

drug.

Deng Sheng sat on the sofa, crying with snot and tears streaming down his nose and tears, "Uncle policeman, I was really wrong, please let me go this time, I will never dare again!"

Yan Yan put the syringe on the coffee table in the living room with a stern expression.

The weather was still hot, but the powder in the syringe gradually disappeared.

Volatile!Yan Yan pinched the syringe and turned to look for the refrigerator. There was a small refrigerator next to the kitchen.

Deng Shengren was dumbfounded: "Don't go there!"

"It's late." Yan Yan opened the refrigerator door, and dropped a small packet of light blue powder on the top of the fresh-keeping layer.

"The evidence of the crime is solid." Yan Yan put the syringe in and returned to Deng Sheng: "Explain?"

"Yes, it's my sister!" Deng Sheng continued to cry, playing tricks: "It has nothing to do with me, Comrade Police!"

"Qin Ziming's death has something to do with you, right?"

Deng Sheng kept quiet for a while, then murmured in a low voice: "That's his own idiot, and isn't he already mentally ill, what does it have to do with me?"

Indirectly causing the death of others without any remorse, Yan Yan knocked on the edge of the coffee table: "Then wait and go to jail."

"Don't, let me tell you, confession can reduce your sentence, right?" Deng Sheng swallowed, "This matter...it really doesn't have much to do with me. I'm just a middleman. My sister also lied to me."

"Details." Yan Yan took out the phone recording.

Deng Sheng poured the beans out of the bamboo tube and explained everything.

"Qin Ziming really likes me. He thought we were in a relationship. You have to spend money to be in a relationship, right? It happened that I was short on money and didn't have money to buy this thing. My sister asked me to find Qin Ziming. She said that Qin Ziming's family had Money. I didn't expect that kid to be good at hiding, and his family is well-off, so he didn't tell me."

Deng Sheng smiled flatteringly at Yan Yan: "So, I hinted at him a little bit. Qin Ziming gave me the money himself!"

"That's it... that's it." Deng Sheng shrank his neck, not daring to meet Yan Yan's sharp gaze.

"How does your sister know that Qin Ziming's family is rich?" Yan Yan intuitively felt that the relationship was intricate.

"I don't know about this." Deng Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth: "My sister, she knows a lot of people, so she is well-informed. This should be the reason."

"Qin Ziming Online Loan, have you participated?"

Deng Sheng was helpless: "It's my sister. Qin Ziming said he had no money to give me. My sister said she knew someone who was engaged in online loans, so she gave him the phone number of the online loan company, and Qin Ziming asked someone to borrow money."

"Qin Ziming wanted to borrow the money himself, but it has nothing to do with me." Deng Sheng was eager to shirk responsibility.

Yan Yan glanced at him, and asked again: "Who sold your fans to you?"

"My sister!" Deng Sheng bitterly hated: "I bought it from her! She said this thing is called... what is it called..."

"what is it call?"

"Poison Queen!" Deng Sheng said, "It tastes so good!"

Yan Yan slapped down the phone: "What did you say?!"