Criminal Investigation Notes

sixteen months ago.

At night, the night sky is dark blue and the moon is shining brightly.

Huadu Anhua Music Center, amidst thunderous applause from the audience, a music event is drawing to a close.

Everyone was immersed in the performance just now, the crowd at the front desk was bustling and walking, and the backstage was also in chaos.

Zhuang Xueyi performed a violin solo tonight. She was the focus of the audience. The performance was a great success. Many actors came to congratulate her.

Zhuang Xueyi faced them one by one with a smile. She is in her 40s this year, and she is middle-aged. Her body and appearance are well maintained, making it impossible to tell her actual age.She is wearing a silver dress today, which will have a fish scale-like luster under the light, and some fish scales are pasted on the corners of her eyes as decorations, making her look like a beautiful mermaid.

The clothes and makeup are very cumbersome, and it takes a lot of time to remove the makeup, especially those scales, which are very difficult to remove.

After all the scales were removed, Zhuang Xueyi looked at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't be happy at all. She will always get old, and she will step off the stage one day.

No successor, this is the failure of her life, the greatest sorrow.

Her husband died early, and she raised her daughter with painstaking efforts by herself.She was looking forward to appearing on this stage with her daughter, and she thought she would fall in love with this stage, but she messed up everything.

After that incident, the relationship between their mother and daughter dropped to zero.

Counting it, she had not heard from Liu Mengying for more than a month.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the backstage was already empty, and it was extremely quiet. When Zhuang Xueyi came out after changing her clothes, a young man suddenly walked up to her from the backstage holding a bouquet of flowers.

He asked a little nervously: "Mr. Zhuang, hello, I like your performance very much, can you sign it for me?"

Playing the violin all the year round, Zhuang Xueyi also has a group of fans of her own.

"Have you been waiting here?" Zhuang Xueyi asked.

"Well, I hope to see you." The man said, his voice was gentle and nice.

Zhuang Xueyi apologized slightly: "Then you have been waiting for a long time, haven't you?" She took the pen and photo in his hand, signed, and then took the bouquet of flowers.

"It's worth waiting any longer." The man took the photo and put it in his pocket: "Thank you." Then he mentioned Zhuang Xueyi's performance tonight, saying that the last song was perfect.

Zhuang Xueyi responded casually, but was very happy in her heart.

The man walked down the backstage steps with Zhuang Xueyi, and seemed to mention it casually: "I heard from others that your daughter was also in this orchestra."

The topic suddenly changed to her daughter, Zhuang Xueyi paused, her expression suddenly changed, she looked back at him with some displeasure: "Don't mention that unfilial daughter to me, I have nothing to do with her."

The man was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Zhuang..."

"That's a selfish kid, you know what she's done, she ruined her art career and ruined my dreams! I can't hold my head up here."

Thinking of the moment Liu Mengying cut off her fingers on the stage, Zhuang Xueyi was so angry that she was shaking all over.

Yes, she didn't feel distressed, but felt more anger.

The man paused...

Zhuang Xueyi's original gaze instantly turned cold. She stood at the stairs of the safe passage and looked at him vigilantly. The man in front of her didn't look like an ordinary fan: "That little bastard didn't ask you to come, did he?"

The man frowned slightly, and wanted to refute his patient: "Liu Mengying...it's not like that."

"Heh, it really has something to do with Liu Mengying. Did you run out of money?" Zhuang Xueyi's face drooped, and she had no affection for the man in front of her. She cursed maliciously, "I won't give her any more money." Qian, I wish she died outside!"

How could there be such a mother?

Using her actions and so-called dreams to draw scars on her daughter, forcing her to go crazy, she is still saying these stinging words.

At that moment, the man felt a flame rising from his heart, and the flames were steaming up, and the billowing flames covered his eyes. He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

When he woke up, the man saw Zhuang Xueyi lying on the bottom floor of the stairwell.

At that moment, it was as if the clock had been paused, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, only the two of them existed in this dark corner.

Zhuang Xueyi's eyes were still half-opened, bright red blood spread silently from under her head, gradually dyeing the white carnation flowers under her body red.

The man looked around and saw that there was no one around. He quickly came out of the safe passage, walked out of the theater, and merged into the crowd.

The hustle and bustle is finally back.

The man lowered his head and organized his thoughts. There is a backstage, a safe passage, and there is no surveillance. It is late enough now...

She might just be hurt, maybe not dead.

She fell by herself, he didn't touch her...

But did she fall by herself?

He looked down at his hands, his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

The memory emerged bit by bit, it was he who pushed it down... He could recall the warmth of his hand touching the woman's back, and then he used a little force...

He can't call [-], then everyone will know that he did it.

His chest was tight and tense, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. Thinking of the woman in the stairwell and the blood under her body, the tension even made him want to vomit...

Damn that woman... damn her...

He kept meditating, stretching his fingers repeatedly.

But the feeling of killing someone with his own hands is really not good. With such a feeling, he doesn't want to try it a second time...

It's too easy to kill.

The distance between life and death is really only 22 steps away.

No, it's not killing people, he's saving people.

This woman is not dead, Liu Mengying is dead.

If she knew all this, she would forgive him too.

The man was about to take a taxi, but suddenly remembered something, the pen that he signed just now...

It seems that Zhuang Xueyi didn't return it to him...

Sixteen months later, Huadu City Bureau.

The ambulance quickly arrived downstairs, and Qin Zhihua was hurriedly carried away by the medical staff. Since he had been poisoned for a while, his life was not out of danger.

Su Hui washed his hands, calmed down, and returned to the serious crime team.

He didn't dare to relax his vigilance, everything seemed to be pushed to the dominoes, and he still didn't know what kind of chain reaction would come next.

Qu Ming looked at the computer exchange report: "Consultant Su, the flower shop I asked Cha to send me information. Sixteen months ago, the purchase of the bouquet of carnations was done with Alipay, and the shop owner provided the account. Apply for permission and change your real name."

The flowers sold by the flower shop will be recorded. It was a small flower shop, and only this bouquet of carnations was sold that day.

Su Hui glanced at the words on Alipay, it was a combination of English and numbers.

Before he could retrieve the real-name results, Xia Mingxi turned around and said, "Consultant Su, something happened. The team that followed Liu Mengying found Liu Mengying. She is now on the top floor of a commercial building in the city center. The fire department and the police are on the scene. Hurry over."

Now that Lu Jun is not here, Su Hui has obviously become the person with the highest position here, and everyone is nervous, waiting for his decision.

Su Hui frowned: "How far is it from here?"

Qu Ming looked at the map and said, "It's not too far, about six to seven minutes by car."

Su Hui quickly made a decision: "Qu Ming, take me there, Xia Mingxi, notify Lu Brigade as soon as possible."

He and Qu Ming went downstairs as fast as possible. Just as Su Hui was about to get into the car with his cane, Lu Junchi's phone call came in, and he hurriedly picked it up.

Lu Junchi hurriedly said, "Su Hui, I've heard about the situation. I'm a little farther away, and it will take about 10 minutes to get to Liu Mengying's side."

Su coughed back a few times and said, "I see. I'm rushing over there. She's still standing on the top floor, which means we have a chance. I'll try my best to hold her back."

"You must pay attention to safety!" Lu Junchi felt his chest tighten when he heard this.

"I'm going to save people, not to jump off a building. Qu Ming is also following me." Su Hui spoke quickly, but his tone and expression were still very calm.

Lu Junchi: "I didn't expect that when the matter developed to this point, they would do these things in order to silence..."

Su Hui recalled the sense of despair when Qin Zhihua held his hand just now, but the truth gradually became clear in his heart: "Their actions now are to protect the people behind them. I think they may It was hinted, bewitched, or even hypnotized by wrong information, and wanted to kill the accomplice who had been exposed..."

Lu Junchi frowned while driving the car and asked, "Can hypnosis achieve this effect?"

He once discussed the issue of hypnosis with Su Hui. According to his understanding of hypnosis, hypnosis can make people subconsciously do something, but it can't completely reverse people's will. Generally speaking, the effect is limited.

Su Hui said: "The effect of hypnosis is closely related to the state of the person being hypnotized. For ordinary healthy people with firm will, this kind of hypnosis or psychological induction may have little effect. But those people were once depressed patients. The murderer established a relationship with them when they were most vulnerable and helpless, and gave them salvation. He implanted his thoughts into the brains of those people step by step, making them agree with his thoughts. Those patients loved him and worshiped him, Respect him, follow him willingly, and do everything for him, including killing your own companions."

When he said this, he lowered his eyelashes for a moment, then raised his eyes, and looked firmly at the blurred traffic outside: "When everything happens, the subconsciousness left in the mind will make those people abandon everything, even if it is Protect him with their own lives. And they've been brainwashed to mistake it for their own."

Just like this, the murderers who were driven to a dead end began to kill each other.

This is a kind of invasion, a kind of inducement, even a kind of brainwashing.

This is not redemption, this is poison laced with honey, and once you make a deal with that devil, you lose yourself completely.

Killing people, those people's lives will be deviated from the track, just like being pushed into a pure white hell, and they will never be reborn forever.

Su Hui explained to Lu Junchi again, "However, I estimate that many patients are no longer in a state of depression. His control over those people has weakened, and those who are acting may be some of his crazy followers."

Lu Junchi never imagined that the investigation of the case would be like opening Pandora's box, triggering a series of follow-ups and putting the police in a passive position: "Then, do you have any more specific profiles about the murderer?"

Su Hui calmed down: "He is a man, aged between 28 and 35, and his occupation may be a doctor, teacher, or psychotherapist. On the surface, he looks very gentle and harmless. He may be very handsome. Handsome and trustworthy, but in his heart, he is an extreme person. His salvation is not for those patients, but to satisfy himself. Therefore, when it is about to be exposed, those who have been saved by him will also become In order to cover the truth and cover other victims..."

As Su Hui said, the figure in his mind gradually became clearer. He remembered the Alipay account... The initial letter seemed to be AYC. Su Hui paused and said, "By the way, check An Yuci. I'm almost there , I'll talk about it later."

Lu Junchi wanted to ask something, but the phone was hung up.

When the profession of psychotherapist was mentioned earlier, Lu Junchi felt a little ominous, and now Su Hui was directly locked on An Yuci.

Qiao Ze quickly opened the laptop while sitting in the car, raised his head and asked, "Captain Lu, who do we need to check?"

"Yang Yuqing Clinic, a psychotherapist named An Yuci, checked his previous diagnosis and treatment records in the First Affiliated Hospital to see if he has anything to do with these suspects..."

Qiao Ze typed quickly, and the keyboard crackled. After a while, he took a breath and said in disbelief: "Several people involved have seen this doctor..."

Lu Junchi continued: "Call out his fingerprint immediately and compare it with the one at the scene of Zhuang Xueyi's death!"

Since the previous fingerprint information remains, only the part of the fingertip remains, so the identity of the other party cannot be determined, but if there is complete fingerprint information, and then compared in reverse, the identity of the other party can be locked.

Qiao Ze put the two fingerprints into the system, made a beep, and said excitedly: "Fingerprints match!"