criminal profiling

Zhuang Sheng cried a lot in Meng Yan's arms, which seemed to clear up the suspicion, and he no longer resisted moving back to live with Meng Yan.What's more, he still has new plans to implement.

Zhuang Sheng didn't live in the dormitory for a few days, and he didn't buy anything after returning to China - the things in his dormitory were completely incomparable with what Meng Zhai bought for him.Therefore, Meng Yan packed him back with a salute.

Both of them were not very good at shopping. With a big wave of her hand, the eldest sister of the Meng family packed a part of the Meng Zhaili that Zhuang Sheng had bought and sent it to Meng Yan's residence.

As for where Meng Yan went that night, the two of them did not mention it together.As for what Zhuang Sheng did secretly after Meng Yan left, of course he would not tell Meng Yan.

In order to celebrate Zhuang Sheng moving back (or living together?), that night, Meng Yan personally cooked a big meal.Zhuang Sheng glanced over and found all the dishes he loved when he was a child—well, he also likes to eat now when he grows up.

Seeing Zhuang Sheng take out a bottle of wine and open it, Meng Yan walked over and took it from him, raised his eyebrows, and said in a tactful tone: "Sheng Sheng, you don't like this, let's not drink it today."

Zhuang Sheng held the wine bottle tightly, pursed his lips and said, "I want to drink."

Meng Yan frowned slightly, wanting to refuse again, but seeing the vague expectation in Zhuang Sheng's eyes, he swallowed the words again.

Forget it, let him taste a few sips in the cup at worst, and drink the rest by himself.

Zhuang Sheng sat obediently at the dining table, watching Meng Yan bring out two glasses, and put one in front of him to pour the wine.He held the hand under the seat nervously, sweating slightly.

Although the chat records were deleted by him, as a person with a photographic memory, Zhuang Sheng memorized those contents verbatim in his mind.Thinking about what he was going to do next, he was very nervous, so he had to borrow wine to build up his courage.

Although he still doesn't have enough alcohol, he is no longer the kind of person who poured alcohol when he was young.

Zhuang Sheng raised his head and took a peek at the man across from him, swallowing nervously.

Meng Yan raised his glass, "Come on, Shengsheng, I couldn't go to celebrate your graduation, so I will make up for it today. You have achieved good grades in your studies, so I wish you success in your career and every day is safe and smooth, happiness."

Heh, this kind of toast from the elder to the younger is really smooth.

Zhuang Sheng felt as if a thorn had been stuck in his heart, and if he pulled it out, it was bloody and fleshy, and if he didn't pull it out, pus would fester inside.He kept a faint smile on his face, raised his glass and touched Meng Yan.

"Well, although I don't have Brother Yan to supervise and encourage me, I still remember my father's words and try to be a useful person. When I grow up, I can contribute to society like Brother Yan. I wish Brother Yan good health and longevity long."

Zhuang Sheng raised his glass and drank it down.

——Why does this sound so awkward?

Meng Yan took a deep breath like a toothache, and without looking at him for a moment, he told Zhuang Sheng to drink the glass of wine to the bottom.But Zhuang Sheng looked all right, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables on the plate, put them in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes immediately.

"Wow, it's delicious, it tastes the same as before."

Meng Yan's attention shifted instantly, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he also reached out to pick up a chopstick.

"That's right, it's delicious. After you left, I deliberately practiced—" As if realizing what he said was wrong, Meng Yan shut up in time and changed the topic for Zhuang Sheng.

"Since you have decided to return to China for development, has Shengsheng thought about the future?"

Zhuang Sheng was eating food, when he heard this, he raised his head and looked at him vigilantly, "After what?"

Meng Yan didn't look at the expression on Zhuang Sheng's face. He stared down at the red wine in the glass, and while shaking it slightly, he said with a little difficulty: "You are not young anymore. When you are abroad, do you have any friends who are close to you?" ?” After a pause, he explained, “Friends of the opposite sex.”

Zhuang Sheng's eyes turned red instantly, his chest heaved, and he stared at Meng Yan.But Meng Yan seemed to be addicted to studying red wine, and he didn't look up at him at all.

Zhuang Sheng withdrew his gaze angrily, took the wine bottle next to him and filled it up for himself, threw his neck back and continued to do it boldly.Finally, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said angrily:

"Of course, not only did we get close, but we also lived together. She treated me very well, and I liked her very much!"

Meng Yan's hands under the table were clenched violently, and he felt a burst of anger rushing into his heart, wanting to beat the person who abducted his baby until he couldn't take care of himself—but no, that was the person Sheng Sheng valued very much, it was him The person who takes his place and takes care of Shengsheng when he is not around.

With a strong will to suppress the anger running around in my heart, I endured the pain in my heart and liver, but I still forced a smile on my face, as if nothing had happened.

"Well, Shengsheng is taken care of, so I feel relieved." Meng Yan didn't look in the mirror, not knowing how ugly his smile was at this time, he subconsciously picked up the wine glass and drank it down.After drinking it, You felt that it was not enough, so he poured another glass and raised his head to drink it up again.

So the so-called celebration banquet tonight was spent by two people with their own concerns, cup after cup of bitter wine.

-

When Zhuang Sheng regained consciousness a little bit, he found that he was already lying on the bed, his limbs were firmly restrained, and his face was pressed into a certain embrace. He was a little short of breath, and he struggled.

"Hey, Shengsheng, don't make trouble." Meng Yan dazedly touched Zhuang Sheng's head, rubbed it reassuringly, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Perhaps because of discomfort, Meng Yan took off his shirt, leaving his chest bare.Zhuang Sheng's clothes were still in good condition, and Meng Yan held him tightly in his arms without wrinkling.When Zhuang Sheng struggled, his face rubbed against Meng Yan's muscular chest. Meng Yan, who was sleeping deeply, frowned, while Zhuang Sheng's face blushed quietly.

He lay on Meng Yan's body and didn't dare to move. A text from a certain woman's typing flashed in his mind.The detailed and in-depth description makes people feel like they are on the scene. Even if Zhuang Sheng is a complete novice, he can follow this fool's guide all the way.

The question now is, to do or not to do?

"Men are creatures of lower body thinking, and desire is their most instinctive need. To test whether a man has family affection or love for you, you only need to see whether he is hard on you. If he can be hard on you, then Any brotherhood is just nonsense; if he can't be hard on you no matter what, then congratulations, the relationship between you is indeed pure family and friendship—even if he does it unilaterally."

"So, don't be cowardly, face to face, dear."

The words are still in my ears, and the words are like face to face.

Zhuang Sheng's brain, which had been contaminated by alcohol, was dizzy at the moment, and only the chat records of that day remained.

"Touch first, from the chest all the way down. Then kiss, not directly to the mouth, you can kiss from the neck. When kissing, it's best to use a little force and gently suck—suck?"

Zhuang Sheng acted like a primary school student who listened carefully to the class and took notes, chanting words while following the instructions.Thinking of this, he blinked in confusion, not quite sure how this action method works.

He lay on Meng Yan's body and worked hard. He was a little hot after drinking, but now he felt even hotter, so he took off his clothes - he didn't stop the "homework" in his hands when he took off his clothes, only freed up a few minutes. Just talking nonsense with one hand, the "homework" is done very seriously.

Zhuang Sheng touched and moved on Meng Yan's body, buried his mouth on his neck and gnawed indiscriminately—even if Meng Yan was dead, he was woken up by him, not to mention that he just drank a little too much A little drunk, just a little drunk.

After sleeping for a while, the little bit of drunkenness has completely woken up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a fluffy head buried in his chest and arched, and there was a wet lick and bite from his neck. After realizing what it was, Meng Yan's whole body stiffened like a statue.

"Sheng, Shengsheng?" Meng Yan spoke with difficulty, stroking the top of the young man's head with his hands, as if he wanted to tear him away from him, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

"Huh?" Zhuang Sheng raised his head from Meng Yan's chest, his eyes were misty and moist.He stared blankly at Meng Yan for a while, then suddenly leaned over and gnawed on his lips.

"!"

Meng Yan was struck by thunder and completely froze.

Zhuang Sheng didn't know Meng Yan's mood at all. He bit the thin lip and seemed a little puzzled, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it again.Then he looked at Meng Yan who had already petrified, pouted and complained with some grievances:

"Different."

Shocked by the steam in Zhuang Sheng's eyes, Meng Yan, who had already been petrified, cracked inch by inch, and his body regained his autonomy, but he didn't even dare to move a finger.

"What, what's the difference?"

Zhuang Sheng tilted his head and thought for a while, but his brain, which had become a mess, completely lost the ability to think.He blinked several times, the grievance in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Such a simple matter, why does this person not know, but still ask himself?

The current Zhuang Sheng is almost like a two-year-old child, unable to express himself logically and clearly.So he lowered his head again, licked Meng Yan's collarbone, raised his head and pursed his lips, as if tasting it seriously.Before Meng Yan came back to his senses, he leaned over and gnawed on his mouth, licked his own lips again, nodded and confirmed with a more emphatic tone:

"Different."

Meng Yan was a little dumbfounded.

Zhuang Sheng tasted him as some kind of snack, did he feel that the taste of his chest was different from the taste of his lips?

She never expected that the drunk Shengsheng would look like this. Her age had degenerated to the point where she was like a child, which made Meng, who was burning with desire, feel a deep sense of guilt.He tried his best to suppress his body's reaction, not daring to move around so as not to increase the friction of his body and make the fire burn even hotter.

However, is this kind of friction something he can stop if he wants to?

Zhuang Sheng had already forgotten the previous things, and only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have unfinished homework.In addition, the inexplicable heat in his body made him feel uncomfortable, so while pulling his clothes, he lay on Meng Yan's body and rubbed.

Meng Yan: "..."

I feel like I'm about to explode.

Zhuang Sheng moved, and suddenly felt that a certain place was a little tight, and it was very hot.He stopped, rubbed his thigh curiously, and reached out to grab it.Meng Yan, who was under him, took a long breath, grabbed Zhuang Sheng's troubled hand, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned him over and pressed him under him—deliberately avoiding an embarrassing part.

"Shengsheng, don't make trouble anymore, go to bed quickly!"

If Zhuang Sheng was awake at this time, he could hear how restrained and hoarse his voice was, and the hot magma that seemed to gush out at any time was surging inside.

Thinking that she had been reprimanded by Zhuang Sheng, tears welled up in her bright black eyes, she looked at the man on her with trust and grievance, her face was flushed because of drunkenness, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

——It's terrible!

Seeing such undefended, unreserved and trusting gazes on him, Meng Yan had no choice but to suppress the restlessness in his heart at this moment, so how could he be willing to speak to Zhuang Sheng with even a slightly more emphatic tone.

He gently hugged him in his arms, patted the young man's back, and softened his voice to comfort him:

"Okay, I'm not scolding you, Shengsheng is the most obedient, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Meng Yan patted the person in his arms over and over again, and gently rocked him in his arms, just like when Zhuang Sheng came to Meng's house and couldn't sleep when he was a child, he also used this method to coax the little Zhuang Sheng to sleep.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired of tossing around, or because the familiar comforting method makes me feel at ease.Deep drowsiness hit, Zhuang Sheng opened his eyes, as if confirming who was holding him, then closed his eyes with peace of mind, and fell asleep peacefully.

Meng Yan hugged and coaxed him for a while, making sure that Zhuang Sheng was completely asleep and would not wake up suddenly again, then carefully put him down and covered him with the quilt carefully.

—and then he went into the bathroom and took a long cold shower.

-

Zhuang Sheng woke up the next day with a headache. He rubbed his forehead and sat up. The last image in his memory of last night was Meng Yan carrying him to his room to rest.

——Oops, if he drank too much alcohol, then his strategy plan must have died.

Zhuang Sheng clenched his fists and gave a slap in the face, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Alas, drunkenness is a mistake, and alcohol is harmful.

Meng Yan didn't know where he went, so he left a note saying that breakfast was in the pot, and asked him to take it out and eat it by himself.

Zhuang Sheng curled his lips, still a little unhappy about what Meng Yan said yesterday.While eating his breakfast like venting, he thought bitterly in his heart: If this man really wanted to marry a wife and have children, he would, he would—he would just say that he was sick and couldn’t be hard on women!

Thinking of something, the young man's ears felt a little hot, he quickly lowered his head, and settled for breakfast earnestly and quickly.

Meng Yan still didn't come back until Zhuang Sheng went out to work, Zhuang Sheng felt a little disappointed.

When I came to the Municipal Bureau, everyone else was in normal condition, only Xu Jie was huddled in a corner, looking listless.Zhuang Sheng glanced over, stopped on the spot and thought for a few seconds, felt that Xu Jie might be in a bad mood and wanted to be alone, so he continued to walk to his seat and sit down.

There are still some follow-ups to the Mo Wendong case. That day, Mo Wendong was taken back with the skeleton in his arms for inspection, and it was confirmed that it was indeed his sister.Judging from the bones, there is no obvious trauma, so it is very likely that he died of illness.

What happened after Mo Wendong took his sister and hid in the forest is unknown.As for the tragedy of the Mo family back then, one or two can be deduced from the current situation.

Zhuang Sheng scanned the various archives laid out on the table, opened a blank copy, and began to write quickly at the desk.

——Well, every time a case is closed, a report needs to be written. This kind of paperwork used to be done by some members of the criminal investigation team of the Municipal Bureau in turn.Now Zhuang Sheng, a doctoral student, came, so Shi Ke left him the matter of writing the report, which was unanimously approved by the whole team.

Just after writing two lines, Zhuang Sheng felt that there was a shadow in front of him. Zhuang Sheng stopped writing and looked up. At first glance, he almost threw the pen in his hand directly.

——Xu Xie squatted on the chair, lowered his head, and looked at him resentfully, like a moldy little mushroom growing in the corner and exuding black air.

When did this person float over?

For no reason, Zhuang Sheng looked at him for two seconds. Seeing that Xu Jie was only staring at him without speaking, he withdrew his gaze and prepared to continue the work at hand.

"Xiao Hei is dead."

Someone around me suddenly said something.While writing the report, Zhuang Sheng searched for the keywords "Xu Jie" and "Xiao Hei" in his brain.There is no qualified result, so the brain automatically regards Xu Jie's words as garbage data and throws them into the recycle bin—in layman's terms, it is purely meaningless nonsense, and generally does not ask the listener to give feedback.

According to experience, Zhuang Sheng focused on the report at hand with peace of mind.

Xu Jie, who didn't wait for a response for a long time, couldn't help but stare round, why the old man in the team ignored him, but this newcomer ignored him like this!Angrily, he jumped off the chair and covered Zhuang Sheng's report with his hands. When Zhuang Sheng looked up at him in confusion, Xu Jie raised his head proudly.I thought to myself, little boy, I can’t cure you yet.

"You want to write?"

Zhuang Sheng looked at him for a while, and seemed to understand Xu Jie's intentions, so he pushed the report towards him, and handed over the pen.

"..." Xu Jie bounced away like an electric shock, as if what Zhuang Sheng handed was not a pen, but some kind of grenade.

"The devil is going to write this!"

Usually, only when someone is going to be punished will the report be thrown to him to write, otherwise the lottery will be drawn, and whoever draws will be unlucky.How hard he would be to take the initiative to stand up and write this kind of drudgery without countless brain cells!

Zhuang Sheng frowned slightly, confused by his behavior.Seeing Zhuang Sheng's serious expression of "what's the matter? It's okay, I'm going to continue working", Xu Jie felt discouraged, sat back on the chair, and finished speaking in one breath with a puffy face.

"Xiao Hei is dead. It stood guard in front of the old man's tomb without eating or drinking for two days. When it was found yesterday, it was already out of breath."

Zhuang Sheng's eyes brightened slightly, and he finally matched the name Xu Xie said. He looked at Xu Xie and corrected him earnestly, "Heizi."

Xu Jie was still sad, and looked over at Zhuang Sheng's words in a daze, "What?"

Zhuang Sheng explained patiently, "That dirt dog, its name is Heizi."

Xu Jie: "..."

——If you want to find someone to mourn with, it will not work!

Looking at the back of Xu Jie who was coming and going like the wind, Zhuang Sheng blinked, with a question mark on his forehead.

After thinking for a while to no avail, Zhuang Sheng continued to write the report.

In the case of Mo Wendong, a total of 27 corpses were excavated from that forest, and seven or eight of them were thrown on a cliff.Mo Wendong's activity area these years is in the southeast of the forest. In order to ensure the safety of his residence and give his imaginary sister a safe living environment, he will eliminate all threats in the surrounding area.

Those who inadvertently intrude into his range of activities, if they find their way alone and silently, most of them will be cleaned up as monsters.

Mo Wendong's mother has a very serious mental illness, and Mo Wendong had already manifested it when he was a teenager.There are two mental patients in the family, the pressure on Mo's father can be imagined.Although he doesn't know how to swear and fight, cold violence has become the norm. He even wanted to abandon his family and leave several times, but returned for various reasons.

The birth of Xiao Nannan can be said to be an accident, but it is a turning point for the development of the Mo family on the verge of collapse.Mo's mother's condition has eased, while Mo Wendong, who is still underage, is working very hard to maintain the integrity of the family.

The accident happened on the day Mo Wendong came of age, and Mo's father, who had been away from home for three days recently, came back to celebrate his son's birthday.Perhaps after drinking some wine, Father Mo accidentally revealed that he had another family outside, a gentle woman with a normal mind, and a son who was about to be born.

Mo's mother would only wipe away her tears, and begged Mo's father to stay another night, at least until today's son's birthday passed before leaving.

So that night, Mo Wendong killed the two of them by stabbing them in the head with a knife after they were asleep.

As for how Mo Wendong fled with a baby girl to the deep mountains of Song County without leaving a trace, because it has been many years, it is impossible to verify.

"The loss of generational taste leads to a situation out of control. Patients fall into an imaginary world, and their perception is isolated from the real world. The happy family in the fantasy falls apart because of the doomsday, and the perfect images of parents and mothers are engraved in the tampered memory.

"Fantasy is indistinguishable from reality, painful memories are replaced, happiness in this world cannot be fabricated, and illusionary appearances are on the verge of danger.

"Even if he is controlled by fantasy, he still insists on the goodwill in his heart, fights against the monsters in fantasy, and rescues the living under the distorted rational judgment.

"—He is a very good person who does evil."

At the end of the text, fragrant black ink flows from the tip of the pen, drawing a standard full stop.

The case is closed.

No family, alone, alone in the world, shivering, with nowhere to keep warm.

——Anonymous

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