part-time profiler

Although Yan Yan was rough-skinned and tough, the flowered shirt that attacked him was obviously not a small guy who could be dealt with casually. After a few punches, no matter how strong his abdominal muscles were, he couldn't bear it. In addition, he inhaled a small amount of carbon monoxide, and his brain was still alive. Some dizzy.

After closing WeChat, the photo of Yan Su appeared on the phone screen again.

Yan Yan leaned back on the back of the chair, gasping for breath.

What is Yan Su doing now?He looked at the sky and was in a daze for a while.

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Yan Su was running for his life, and the group chased him in the deep mountains for two days and one night. Yan Su hid in the cave, opened the suitcase, and there were only three days' worth of steamed buns left.

Yan Su took a deep breath, his face was as cold as ice, he closed the suitcase, it was at the border, in the three-way zone, there was an extra corpse in the deep mountain and old forest, no one would care about it.

Besides, he didn't have any wireless electronic equipment that could be used to communicate, only a signal jammer worn on his wrist.

Yan Su is too aware of this, no one can come to rescue him right now.

Except for Yan Yan...but Yan Yan, there are more important things to do.Otherwise, this game of chess will not be able to take the step he wants.

Yan Su swallowed the steamed bun three times, he was very good at narrow escapes, this time, it was just a repetition of countless times in the past.

Yan Su took a deep breath, slipped out of the cave, and fled south for his life under the cover of grass.

With only three days left, Yan Su was slightly worried about whether Yan Yan could solve those three cases.

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Yan Yan was depressed for half a minute, then drank a bottle of mineral water, crushed the plastic bottle, scolded you bastard, and then drove back to Ningbei at the fastest speed.

The current suspect, Deng Yun, is dead and was poisoned by ricin.The dead can't speak, and it's impossible to learn the truth from her mouth.

Yan Yan asked Zhang Ke for Deng Yun's address, but Zhang Ke was still in a meeting, so he could only check for him later.

Zhang Ke secretly sent a message: Brother Yan, Brother Zheng and the others have brought people to search Boss Yan's shop and home. The leaders still highly suspect that Boss Yan is the instigator of the three cases.

Yan Yan threw the phone aside and drove straight to Yan Su's house without even thinking about it.

Wanxin Community, East Third Ring Road.

The police car parked low-key on the side of the road, and Yan Yan drove over. There was a distance from the police car before pulling over.

He was sitting in the car, staring at the gang of policemen coming and going in and out of Wanxin Community, Yan Su's messy kennel, it's probably even more messy now.

About two hours later, Yan Yan saw Zheng Lin leading someone out of Yan Su's house.

Zheng Lin said a few words to the police next to him, and the police nodded. They didn't seem to have found any valuable clues.

Zheng Lin glanced at Yan Yan inadvertently, pretended not to see, and turned around: "Let's go, go back to the bureau to deal with errands."

Yan Yan folded his arms, tilted his head, and watched the police car drive away.

Zheng Lin was sitting in the co-pilot, and the police car passed him by. Through the car window, the two of them met their eyes for an instant. Yan Yan sat up, and the police car carrying Zheng Lin drove away.

Yan Yan frowned slightly, got out of the car and entered Wanxin Community.

The door of Yan Su's house was closed. Yan Yan remembered that he had put a spare key in the fire box next to him. When he opened the fire box, the spare key was still lying there.

In the old community, there is no surveillance in the corridors.

Yan Yan took out the key and turned to open the door of Yan Su's house.

What happened the day Deng Yun went to Yan Su's store to pick up the cake?Why was ricin in Deng Jun's heart, and it was detected in Yan Su's cake, and found in Yan Su's shop?

If Yan Su wasn't the one who poisoned Deng Yun, who would it be?

Why did the murderer kill Deng Yun, just to frame Yan Su?

The truth seems to be shrouded in thick fog. The victim, the murderer, the underground captain, and the poisonous queen are intertwined with each other. These three cases are by no means as simple as they appear on the surface.

And Yan Su...

——"I have been in the center of the crime. If that day really comes, please be merciful." That night, Yan Su lay on the side of the bed and chuckled.

Yan Yan closed the door, the air was still filled with the pungent sour smell.

After entering the hallway, the bedroom is on the right.

Yan Yan stood in the middle of the bedroom, closed his eyes, and recalled Yan Su's expression that night.

Yan Su's expression is not much, and he seems to go to extremes, either he is a cold-faced abstinent who is unshakeable, as if he is a cold and ruthless high-ranking monk, or... sitting on him and smiling like a ostentatious poppy flower, shaking his head trembling in his arms.

The only thing in common is that no matter what kind of Yan Su, Yan Yan can feel the extremely alienated and sober reason hidden under the cold or charming skin.

Yan Su is like a rationally synthesized robot, analyzing everything in detail. No matter between him and Wei Jiyuan, or with him, they all seem to have lost their souls. In this relationship, they betrayed their families or their responsibilities. Yan Yan even did not hesitate to throw away As a policeman, Yan Su is the only one who is close and far is far.

He and Wei Jiyuan cut through the mess quickly, and broke it off as soon as they said it.He and Yan Yan never dragged their feet. When Yan Yan doubted him, Yan Su would show him.

Yan Su has always been purpose-oriented in doing things.

Yan Yan opened his eyes, feeling a dull pain from the bruises on his chest and abdomen. He fell down on the bed and turned around to caress the bed. Neither he nor Yan Su slept on this double bed a few times.

Why did Yan Su agree to him, why did he get along well with him...

Really out of... like?Yan Su...does he have that kind of feeling?

Yan Yan bent his upper body, put his elbows against his thighs, clasped his hands in front of him, rested his forehead on his thumbs, and tapped lightly.

——"I don't know which type Yan Su likes, but Yan Su must know which type you like."

——"Ten years ago, when you first met, Yan Su had long hair." So Yan Yan recognized him as a girl.

——"Two months ago, Yan Su started to grow his hair. His hair grew fast, and it didn't take long for him to reach his shoulders."

So when Yan Yan met Yan Su for the first time in Ningbei, Yan Su's hair was a little long, and he could easily be mistaken for his gender if he only looked at the profile.Yan Yan had to admit that because of this, he did have undue curiosity about Yan Su.

Yan Yan was stunned, took out his phone, his thumb trembled slightly, and called his mother, Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan was playing mahjong with her sisters. When she received a call from her son, she got up and went to the bathroom next door: "Son, why are you free to call mom?"

"Mom..." Yan Yan gritted his teeth, took a long time, and asked her, "Which type do you think I like?"

Mrs. Yan burst into laughter, leaning against the wall and asked back: "How old are you, don't you know which type you like? Haven't you found your first love? You can tell just by looking at him. "

"I just want to ask for your opinion. After all, a mother knows her son best. I may not know myself, but you definitely know better than me." Yan Yan pulled the corners of his mouth and suppressed an ugly smile: "There is no better mother than a mother. Right."

"Come on, you're not young at thirty, and you're still acting like a baby here. You," Mrs. Yan thought for a while, "it's about the same as your father...a virtue, too ordinary to look down on, and I like the kind of flirtatious Like a flower."

"How do you say that word..." Mrs. Yan patted the counter: "It's cold on the outside and hot on the inside! Do you understand? I usually look very serious, but I can let go in private, especially when you smile at you. It’s really nice. Your dad likes it, it’s called noble mystery.”

Madam Yan stroked her pear roll.

Yan Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, you can boast yourself in a different way."

"Hey, didn't you want to ask me. I'll give you a five-to-one answer." Madam Yan smiled: "I don't understand, anyway, you are very sensitive, and you are very specific, and the feeling is right. , you can chase someone for the rest of your life. That's all."

"Is there anything else important? No mother, continue to rub the cards." Mrs. Yan walked out of the bathroom.

"No, no." Yan Yan said: "You are busy."

Madam Yan snorted softly, and called to him before he hung up: "Son."

"What's wrong mom?"

"If you're free, take Xiaoyan back to the capital to see your parents. Your father doesn't say anything. He's getting old and misses you in his heart."

"okay."

Yan Yan put down his phone and put his arms on his thighs.

Did Yan Su's hair grow long on purpose?

Yan Su had been waiting for him from the very beginning, so he purposely appeared at the scene of the mouse arrest operation.

Yan Su, knows everything, understands everything, sees everything thoroughly.

Yan Yan gritted his teeth, wishing to catch him back, put him on the bed and brew it three hundred times, he didn't believe that Yan Su could hide anything from him.

The phone rang suddenly.

Yan Yan looked down, and the caller ID was Wei Wangba.

He scratched the back of his head irritably, and connected the phone: "Third Master, what do you need from me?"

"Do you have any news about Yan Su?" Wei Jiyuan obviously wasn't interested in greeting him, and asked straight to the point.

Yan Yan straightened his legs, lay on his back on the bed, and smiled: "You sent him away, what news can I have about him?"

"You never called Yan Su?"

"Shut down."

"..." There was silence on the other side, Wei Jiyuan suddenly lowered his voice: "I heard that you are no longer in the city bureau."

"Yes, because Yan Su was let go, he was suspended from his job." Yan Yan turned over and sniffed the smell in the quilt.

Yan Su's residual breath, if compared with real objects, is like a ball of cold cotton.Soft to the touch, cool and thin in the bosom.

Wei Jiyuan was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Yan Su...he has a sentence for you, if you are not in the city bureau, I can tell you this sentence."

"Is this some kind of boring test?" Yan Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp: "The test is whether I can give up my belief and belief for him."

"You know this in your heart." Wei Jiyuan sneered: "If you still believe in him, go and cook him a meal."

"That's it?" Yan Yan was amused: "That's it? That's it?"

"..." Wei Jiyuan was more suspicious than him: "That's it."

"Even if I do, he won't be able to eat, Yan Su him..." What exactly do you want.

Yan Su is a person who is full of noble mystery, and even grows his hair with a purpose.

What's more, I specially left this sentence for him.

Yan Yan pondered for a long time, then asked Wei Jiyuan: "The original words?"

"Exact words." Wei Jiyuan nodded, and sneered: "Do you want me to imitate your tone?"

"……You can try."

"Tell Yan Yan, if you still believe me, go cook me a meal."

"That's it?" Yan Yan gritted his teeth with hatred, thinking, three hundred times is not enough now, it has to be doubled.

"That's it." Wei Jiyuan guessed: "Yan Su is a foodie, maybe I hope you commemorate him in this way."

"Remember what a fart!" Yan Yan said angrily, "He's not dead yet!"

"Then do you know how dangerous the person behind him is?" Wei Jiyuan was even more angry: "You and I are here for a minute longer, and Yan Su's life will be more dangerous! The food he brought is only enough for him to last for five days , there are still three days left!!”

Yan Yan raised his head suddenly, his eyes went straight out of the window, and the night fell.

It was completely dark.

"Four years ago... I didn't understand Yan Su's meaning, and left him alone at home crying, because he passed out and was sent to the hospital. This time, at least don't let Yan Su... down again." Wei Jiyuan hung up the phone with a bang.

Now the only person he trusts is you.

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Yan Su crawled out of the quagmire with moss and silt hanging on his head, thankfully the box Wei Jiyuan gave was tight enough.

The group crossed the quagmire and chased into the depths of the forest.

Yan Su climbed ashore on hands and feet, out of breath, not daring to delay for a moment, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

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Ning Beiyan goes back to his home.

Yan Yan got up suddenly and strode into the kitchen.

His footsteps stopped suddenly, Yan Yan returned to the living room, turned on the TV and turned to CCTV, just in time for a cross talk, two young people were talking about tongue twisters, and eight hundred soldiers rushed to the north slope.

Yan Yan didn't know much about cross talk, so he glanced twice and went back to the kitchen.

The light in the living room is warm yellow, and the color tone is very warm and soft.

That night, Yan Su was also sitting there, watching TV quietly, no, Yan Su didn't like watching TV at all, he just turned on the sound to make the room more popular and less deserted, then he lowered his head to play with his phone .

Yan Yan was cooking in the kitchen. That night, he decided to ask Yan Su if he had anything to hide from him.

Yan Su didn't say anything.

Yan Yan's nose was sore, he pulled the corners of his mouth open, smiled towards the cold air, turned around and opened the refrigerator, and asked in a low voice, "Baby, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"

The cross talk audience on TV burst into laughter.

Yan Yan's eyes were slightly red, and he lifted his pants and squatted down. The live shrimp he bought last time was not finished, and the rest was frozen in the freezer.

Yan Su seemed to like the plate of prawns, dipped them in seafood soy sauce and ate them all.

Yan Yan was afraid that he would not be interested in dinner when his stomach was full, so he saw that there were only mountains of shrimp shells left on the shrimp plate, and did not cook the remaining red shrimp for Yan Su.

The police never spared any corner of the room, not even a refrigerator, and there were obvious signs of shaking in the frozen layer.But they obviously didn't find anything like ricin here.

Only the fruits, vegetables and meat that Yan Yan bought last time.

Fruits and vegetables are safe, and meat is frozen.

Yan Su's refrigerator is second-hand, with a single door, ten years old, a puddle of water flowed from the foot of the refrigerator, and the refrigerator was spinning loudly.The freezing layer is frozen, and the drawers and ice cubes are fused together, and the focus is inseparable.

Fortunately, the industrious comrades in the police had already helped him separate the drawer from the ice cubes, and it didn't take much effort for Yan Yan to take out the drawer.

The pack of frozen shrimps had turned into ice balls, and the police comrades looked at it for a while, but they were still on the sidelines. Yan Yan took out the frozen shrimp ice balls and put them on the cutting board, chuckling: "Let's finish the rest today, Yan Su .”

He looked back at the living room, where the warm yellow lights flowed gently.

Yan Su still had that expressionless face, standing by the door frame, and said flatly, "Okay."

Yan Yan took off the kitchen knife, tapped the ice cubes with the handle of the knife, and muttered softly: "Why is there so much ice, baby, our refrigerator should be replaced."

Yan Su walked to his side, lowered his head and watched him knock the ice seriously.

"Crush it into crushed ice and put it in the pot to cook. Cook it quickly." Yan Yan said softly, "Are you hungry? I also went home to cook at this time that day. You are not used to the smell outside, I see. You don't eat much outside."

Yan Su nodded slightly.

"I don't seem to know what you like." Yan Yan muttered to himself: "If you don't tell me, I have to figure it out by myself, just like this time...you are trying to make trouble for brother, and I have to figure it out Why did you do that?"

"Stupid, isn't it?" Yan Yan turned to look at him, but Yan Su remained silent.

The broken ice broke open, and a black memory card fell out among the ice cubes.

Yan Yan widened his eyes.

He threw away the knife, his hands trembled slightly, and carefully twisted the black card the size of his fingertips.

Nowadays, smart phones have built-in storage, and this kind of TF memory card is rarely used.

It was left by Yan Su!

Yan Yan clasped his hands tightly, turned around and rushed out of the kitchen, as if holding some kind of fragile rare treasure, he put the card on the table.

His own mobile phone couldn't fit this kind of card, so Yan Yan searched for a card reader from boxes and cabinets, and finally found the card reader in the place where Yan Su hid snacks, and there was a laptop on the cabinet next to it.

Everything seems to be ready for him, just waiting for him to discover and solve the mystery.

Yan Yan checked the doors and windows, and they were all closed tightly. He drew the curtains, turned off the living room lights, and sat back at the dining table. In the darkness, only the laptop screen was on.

Yan Yan opened the memory card folder, and there were only two pieces of audio.

Yan Yan took a breath and clicked on the first audio to play.

There was only one sentence at the beginning, and it was Yan Su's voice: "Yan Yan, check if there is any wiretapping in the house."

Yan Yan suspected that Yan Su was talking to him on the computer, so he immediately turned off the audio, turned around and checked in the dark and narrow room, the red dot flickered lightly behind the closet.

Yan Yan gritted his teeth, destroyed the bugging and the micro-monitor next to the chandelier, returned to the dining table, and clicked to play the file.

"Go and listen to another piece of audio first." Yan Su said.

Yan Yan closed this section and opened another audio file in MP4 format, which was a recording.

Deng Yun went to the store to pick up a birthday cake that day.

"Your name is... Deng Yun?" Yan Su's voice.

"Ah, yes." A female voice sounded.

Yan Su: "Your cake is almost ready, I'll ask the pastry chef."

Deng Yun: "Thank you."

Yan Su lightly placed the mobile phone on the counter, there was a slight knocking sound, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

There was a rustling sound, as if taking out a bag, it should be Deng Yun, followed by the sound of rolling pulleys, hurried footsteps, and then the sound of oiled paper folding.

The footsteps returned, a rapid, low tap.

Not long after, another sound of slightly heavier footsteps approached.

Yan Su: "We have to wait another 10 minutes, there are seats over there, why don't you sit and wait?"

Deng Yun was slightly nervous: "Hey, good."

The sound of crisp footsteps walked away.

Yan Su: "Do you need something to eat?"

Deng Yun: "No need."

Yan Su: "Chocolate mousse?"

Deng Yun: "...Thank you, let's have one."

Cabinet doors slide, close, footsteps.

Yan Su: "You look very thin, don't worry about getting fat."

Deng Yun: "Hehe, thank you boss."

Yan Su: "Did you hear about the arson case at the film school here?"

Deng Yun: "...I know."

Yan Su: The murderer seems to be a student of the film school...

Deng Yun: Ah, I heard, Qin Ziming?

Yan Su: Yes.

Silence, three 4 minutes later.

Yan Su: It looks like you have encountered some troubles?

Deng Yun: Huh?Oh... a little lately.

Yan Su: Do you mind if I share your worries?

Yan Yan closed his eyes, and could almost imagine the scene at that time, Yan Su became gentle, like a deity with the most compassionate eyes looking at mortals, almost no one could refuse his face, and his gentle and watery face gaze.

The main thing is the face.Yan Yan grinned lightly.

Silence, after 30 seconds.

Deng Yun: I have a conflict with my boyfriend...boyfriend, I found that he seems to be with my best friend.

Yan Su: ...Ah, yes, how did you find out?

Deng Jun: Wechat, I checked his phone the other day and found it

Yan Su: Have you asked your best friend?

Deng Yun: I asked, but I refused to admit it, hehe, scumbag.

"Boss," the pastry chef cut in. "The cake is ready!"

Pushing the bench to the floor, stepping forward, Deng Yun hurriedly said: "I'll go first, boss!"

Yan Su: Goodbye.

Recording stops.

Yan Yan rewinds to the first recording.

It was still Yan Suqinglei's voice: "Have you finished listening to Deng Yun's recording? When did I find out that something was wrong with her... About a week ago when she came to order the cake, her thin skin was sallow and her arms had pinholes... I have seen many such people...so—"

So it's easy to spot that she's smoking.

"I don't know what will happen in the future... Yan Yan... my brother...he has a very serious antisocial personality disorder, his greatest pleasure is to let me go and catch me back, just like teasing a cat or a dog..."

Yan Su paused: "When you ask me some things, I really want to tell you...but I can't mention him to you, or anything about myself, because...that way...I might die...Brother He...has many agents inside or outside the country..."

"No one knows his real identity, and I can't tell you." Yan Su said softly, "I'm sorry."

"By the way, you have to pay attention to the inside of the police station. People with older brothers." Yan Su fiddled with the mug and the Piggy Peppa couple set that Yan Yan bought, and said in a low voice: "I don't know who it is, it might be Is...your closest friend. Seems to treat you well...you never doubt each other..."

"If that person knows my whereabouts, he will definitely bring someone to arrest me first."

Yan Su looked up at the sky, and exhaled a long breath, like a long sigh: "I knew when I left Wei Jiyuan that there are too many things in this world that I can't get what I want... only with you... I don't want to... Things backfired..."

"Whether you trust me or not..." Yan Su looked back at the empty and cold room.

Yan Yan once warmed up the room.

Hot, scalding, human, temperature.

"Dear Officer Yan, I'll wait for you."

The author has something to say: make up yesterday's post, please call me hardworking Shuangshuang QAQ

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 262 bottles of Shuoqing Chucheng; 4 bottles of Moondust;

262 bottles, a lot!Ecstasy =w=