criminal profiling

After a day of investigation, the police did not find any other strong witnesses.Like the fog in the dark night, the murderer drifts in, kills, disembowels, and then drifts away—except for the ravings of a half-mad tramp.

Whether it is the victim or the modus operandi, the imitation rate is as high as 90.00%, which brings difficulties to the police to solve the case.

Zhuang Sheng found the information of the two imitators and devoted himself to the research, hoping to find a breakthrough.Imitating others to commit crimes is an effective anti-investigation method, because the murderer has fewer characteristics left by himself, and the police will be hindered in solving the case.

——However, this is not absolute.

Zhuang Sheng remembered that when he was looking up the case files that Meng Yan had cracked, he also saw one or two imitation murder cases, all of which were solved by Meng Yan.A sentence left by Meng Yan when writing the report left a deep impression on Zhuang Sheng:

"The more similarities there are, the more we need to find the differences. The former is a false image that confuses people, and the latter is the true face hidden by the murderer."

Therefore, when Zhuang Sheng read through the detailed information of all those two cases, he aimed to find out the unique traces left by the imitators inadvertently.

When even the suspects cannot be identified, the police can only intensify their efforts to maintain law and order near the crime scene.Because the murderer usually has a comfort zone when committing crimes, Shi Ke deduced that, whether it is imitation or killing himself, if the murderer continues to commit crimes, then he is likely to choose the same location.

Therefore, Shi Ke sent police force to monitor the community in the first case and the block in the second case, and at the same time increased the surrounding inspection.

Zhuang Sheng, who couldn't find the murderer, was a little anxious. He stayed in the city bureau very late, and was escorted back to rest by Meng Yan again.

In the car, Meng Yan asked Zhuang Sheng what he would like to have for dinner. It took Zhuang Sheng a while to react, he looked at Meng Yan blankly, and said blankly: "Anything."

Meng Yan was helpless, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Okay, I'll make you some dumplings." He originally wanted to make pasta, but thinking of what he saw at the scene today, it is estimated that any long and Zhuang Sheng might not be able to eat anything with color.

Passing by the supermarket, Meng Yan stopped the car, turned around and asked Zhuang Sheng, "Shengsheng, I'm going to do some shopping, will you go with me or take the car?"

Zhuang Sheng blinked his eyes and thought for a while, "Let's take the car."

Meng Yan smiled lightly and shook his head, then sighed and said, "Don't keep thinking about the case, it may be more effective to change your mind occasionally."

Watching Meng Yan walk into the supermarket in a neat suit, all the middle-aged and elderly women with cloth bags or baskets coming in and out of the door, and the tall and elite men are particularly conspicuous.It caused all the girls and aunts nearby to look at him, but he didn't notice it, and walked in like a leisurely stroll.

Interrupted by this, Zhuang Sheng really got out of the case. Through the car window, he unconsciously watched the people coming and going outside.

Seeing that there were a lot of people outside, Zhuang Sheng remembered that today is the weekend, and everyone who goes to work and school is on vacation.Couples holding hands, friends shoulder to shoulder, go shopping and eat together.Some business owners took advantage of this time to hold activities, with promotional posters at the door, some with full discounts, and some with lottery draws.

Among them is a bookstore, which seems to be doing signing activities. There is a long line at the door, and everyone is holding a book in their hands, with excited expressions on their faces.

Being a little far away, Zhuang Sheng couldn't see what books those people were holding in their hands.Glancing at the poster, I understand that it is an author named "Fu Cao" who has published a book "Where's the Skull?"Looking at the title of the book, it looks like a horror novel or something.

Whether it's horror novels or horror movies, Zhuang Sheng is not very interested.Maybe it's because the job I'm doing is itself linked to the "terror" in the eyes of ordinary people.

Just as he was thinking about it, the car door was opened from the outside, and Meng Yan sat in with a shopping bag.There is a big bag full of bulging, besides dumplings, there are many snacks.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Yan asked casually, straightened his upper body, and put the shopping bag on the back seat of the car.

Zhuang Sheng shook his head, watched him put things down, "It's nothing."

"There are three delicacies and pork and cabbage stuffing. Cook some of them when you get back. Eat whichever you like." Meng Yan put away his things and sat back. Seeing that Zhuang Sheng was still staring at him, he couldn't help smiling, and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, Tear open the package, break off a small half and stuff it directly into Zhuang Sheng's mouth.

"Eat something to pad your stomach first, and then you can have dinner when you go back."

Zhuang Sheng pursed his lips, looked at him accusingly for a while, then silently looked away.

Back home, Meng Yan unpacked snacks for Zhuang Sheng, pushed him to sit down in front of the TV, and called up the cartoon "Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck" before rolling up his sleeves and going into the kitchen.

Zhuang Sheng, who was coaxed like a child, sat on the sofa with snacks for a long time, blinked, then silently tore open the packaging bag, and slowly started to eat.

Because they bought quick-frozen dumplings, they were cooked quickly, Meng Yan brought them out on a plate and asked Zhuang Sheng to wash his hands and eat.Zhuang Sheng obediently put down his snacks, went into the kitchen to wash his hands.

Being able to take care of Zhuang Sheng's Meng Yan again like a child, felt very satisfied, with a faint smile on his face all the time.In particular, Shengsheng is still as obedient and obedient as she was when she was a child. She never talks back and is mischievous. I really like it no matter how I look at it.

While the tableware was being set, the videophone at the door rang.Meng Yan walked over and frowned slightly when he saw a man who looked like a postman standing at the gate of the downstairs unit through the small screen.

He never buys things online, and no one sends him things. How can there be mail?

After pressing the call button, the postman's polite and enthusiastic voice sounded.

"Is this Mr. Zhuang Sheng, please? I have your email."

Did Sheng Sheng buy anything?Or who sent him what?

Meng Yan, who was about to turn around to ask Zhuang Sheng, suddenly stopped suddenly when he thought of something, his eyes changed.He glanced in the direction of the kitchen, Zhuang Sheng wiped his hands with a tissue and came out. Seeing him standing at the door, he cast a questioning look.

"Shengsheng, you eat first, I'll go down and get something."

After Meng Yan finished speaking, he took his mobile phone, grabbed the coat hanging on the hanger at the door, opened the door and walked out.

Zhuang Sheng stood there thinking for three seconds, then pursed his lips, went to the table and sat down silently, and began to eat slowly.

The mail was wrapped in a large kraft paper envelope, which was bulging inside. It seemed to be wrapped in several layers of paper, but I don't know what it was.On the envelope, there are only the recipient's name and address, and the name and address are printed and pasted, but they are still handwritten.

After Meng Yan signed for it, he didn't go upstairs immediately. He came to the entrance of the corridor, checked the envelope, then took out the small knife in his pocket, and carefully cut the seal.

The thing was wrapped in a newspaper, and Meng Yan glanced at it and recognized it as the evening paper of that day.There happened to be a report about this morning's murder, but it was vague.Except for a picture of the scene where no corpse can be seen, there are only a few words of description and no description of details. It seems that it is just reporting an ordinary case.

At the end of the report, the reporter wrote: The police are currently investigating the case, anyone with clues can call the hotline under the article.

This report was facing Meng Yan, as long as the recipient opened the envelope, he could see it, like a silent mockery.Meng Yan glanced at it, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth. He opened the envelope without hesitation, and then a bloody ear appeared in front of him.

Meng Yan's eyes were extremely cold at that moment, he stared at those ears quietly for a while, and then made a call.

By the time Meng Yan went upstairs and entered, Zhuang Sheng had almost finished eating.When he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked up and saw Meng Yan walking in with a calm expression on his face, the same expression as before he went out.

Seeing Zhuang Sheng's questioning look, Meng Yan smiled, and walked over while taking off his coat.

"It's okay, I signed a document. Shengsheng, are you full? Would you like some more?"

Zhuang Sheng stared at him silently for a while, then slowly shook his head.

He knew that although the Meng family consortium was managed by the eldest sister of the Meng family, Meng Yan would also participate in some group management matters.When he lived with Meng Yan back then, he had encountered such a situation many times, so now he heard what Meng Yan said, so he didn't ask any more questions.

At the same time, Captain Shi, the single overtime dog, was still working hard in the brightly lit office.Although he was rewarded by his superiors for cracking two cases in a row before, when a new case occurs, his superiors will still order him to solve the case as soon as possible.In particular, the nature of the case this time is different from the past.

Imitation killings, or imitation of two serial killers, this may also mean that the two homicides are just the beginning.

Although this case is not like a vendetta, Shi Ke still investigated the social relationship of the three victims.Now, he is going to sort out the investigation report that came back.

The tedious and repetitive daily reports made Shi Ke's head look dizzy. At this time, he missed Zhuang Sheng very much. It's a pity that Meng Yan picked him up one step earlier, and when he faced Meng Yan, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He didn't dare to open his mouth to leave Zhuang Sheng working overtime.

Shi Ke, who no one cares about, can only eat instant noodles when he is hungry, or the pickled pepper flavor he doesn't like, and the spicy beef flavor he likes has been eaten by some brat in the team.At this time, he missed that kid Xu Jie again, and asked him to run errands and go out and turn left to buy a bowl of hot beef noodles.

——Unfortunately, he was frightened by the bloody scene in the morning. Shi Ke was afraid that he would leave a psychological shadow, so he drove him home early.

The lonely Shi Ke was eating noodles while flipping through the investigation report. He was the only one left in the quiet office, looking particularly bleak.Suddenly a voice sounded outside the door:

"Hello, is Shi Ke here?"

Shi Ke was startled, turned around with a fork in his mouth, and saw a postman in uniform standing at the door of the office.

"I am, has anyone sent me something?" Shi Ke held the noodle bucket and said as he walked to the door, the postman handed him a large kraft paper envelope, Shi Ke took it and weighed it.

Well, not heavy.

Looking at the envelope, it was the address printed out and pasted on.

"Who will send me something? It can't be a prank, right?" Scored the seal with a knife, and Shi Ke pulled out the newspaper inside, as if it was wrapped in something. He spread the newspaper while muttering.

A bloody nose appeared in front of him unsuspectingly.

——The face in his mouth fell to the ground, and Shi Ke's face turned from green to white, and from white to blue.Finally retching, he turned and rushed to the bathroom, vomited out all the instant noodles that he ate at night.