criminal profiling

While Zhuang Sheng was patrolling the night, Meng Yan put on a long cloak and went out.This time he didn't drive himself, but took a taxi.The taxi drove into Zhijing Street and stopped. Meng Yan opened the door and plunged into the colorful pedestrian street ahead.

Meng Yan came to a store selling ethnic handicrafts. Various cloth and wooden ornaments were placed inside, which looked very charming.The chubby proprietress was sitting in front of the counter, knitting a sweater in her hand, and she didn't look up when she heard the wind chime at the door. She was very devoted to knitting the sweater.

"I'm here to get the scarf we woven last year." Meng Yan went straight to the counter and said.

The proprietress raised her head and glanced at him when she heard the words, she didn't stop the movement of her hands, and the speed of weaving and beating didn't slow down at all, "How long is it?"

"Three feet and three inches."

After hearing Meng Yan's answer, the landlady looked at him again, but said nothing.She reached out and flicked in the wool basket, took out something and threw it to Meng Yan.

"Room 303."

Meng Yan took a look in his hand, it was a room card.He nodded, walked through the counter to the back stairs, and pedaled all the way to the top floor, which was the third floor.In the room at the end, the hanging house number reads: 303

Swipe the card to enter the door, there is nothing inside except a chair, only four white walls.Meng Yan sat down on the only chair with a calm expression, raised his long legs, and waited quietly.

After about 2 minutes, the white wall suddenly flickered, and a projection of a man in a colorful vest appeared on it.The man is slightly fat, with a festive smile on his face, he looks like a Maitreya Buddha.

"What kind of wind brought Team Leader Meng here, rare visitors."

Meng Yan raised his eyelids, glanced lightly at the man on the screen, his expression remained unchanged, "I'm just here to ask you something, and I won't interfere with the operation of Zhijing Street itself."

Maitreya Buddha seemed to be relieved, and the smile on his face seemed more sincere, "What did Team Leader Meng say, what is your identity, why do you pay attention to a small Zhijing Street—what do you want to ask?" thing?"

Without the slightest tact, Meng Yan said directly, "I want the records of outsiders entering and leaving Zhijing Street in those two days."

The smile on Maitreya Buddha's face faltered slightly, but he quickly covered it up and said with a troubled expression: "Team leader Meng is referring to the two days when the homicide occurred? Surveillance, how can we pay attention to everyone who enters and exits Zhijing Street."

Meng Yan looked unmoved, and said indifferently: "Ordinary people, you may not pay attention, but the murderer, if anyone sees it, they will definitely remember it."

Maitreya showed a curious expression, "Why? Does Team Leader Meng already know who it is?"

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At the same time, Zhuang Sheng was about to go back after finishing his shift. He walked to the corner of the street and planned to take a taxi.While waiting for the car, Zhuang Sheng connected the clues he found in the past two days, thinking about the case.He was so engrossed in thinking that he didn't see a few taxis after passing by, and even forgot to wave.

Suddenly, a police siren woke him up, Zhuang Sheng shivered, and his heart jumped.He took out his mobile phone and dialed Shi Ke immediately.

"Hey, Xiao Zhuang, another murder occurred in West City. The murderer was caught by his son who was returning home when he was dismembering. He dropped the murder weapon and ran away. I'm rushing over there. Go there by yourself." Shi Keyi answered the phone Then he said everything "crackling", he spoke urgently and quickly, and before Zhuang Sheng could answer, he hung up the phone with a "crack".

Zhuang Sheng's expression suddenly turned cold. He vaguely heard the sound of police sirens, and they seemed to be converging towards the west.Without further delay, Zhuang Sheng called a taxi and rushed over there quickly.

When Zhuang Sheng arrived at the scene, the cordon had already been pulled up, surrounded by many spectators, looking at one of the houses.

The murderer chose a bungalow this time, the kind that can be entered and exited by climbing over the wall.

Before reaching the door, a strong smell of blood had already wafted out.When Zhuang Sheng entered the room and saw clearly what was going on inside, his eyes suddenly widened, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

The deceased was an old lady in her 50s. Her stomach was cut open, and most of her intestines were pulled out and thrown on the ground.One of her hands has been cut off, and the other hand has been cut many times, with only a layer of skin attached to it.The old man's eyes were wide open, and his face was extremely painful. It was obvious that he was tortured to death by the murderer.

The blood from the corpse covered half of the main room. On the wall of the main room, the upside-down pentagram was painted with bright red blood—on it, even black internal organs could be seen.

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The conversation between Meng Yan and the person on the screen continued.

"The height is between 1.76 and 1.80, with a strong physique, and muscles can be seen on the arms. Wearing a black jacket, carrying a dark baseball bag or briefcase. When walking, I will unconsciously avoid pedestrians and will not look at people. Except when searching for prey, he would talk to himself from time to time, his expression became agitated without warning, and then calmed down instantly." Meng Yan paused at this point, looking at the Maitreya Buddha with an increasingly weird expression on the screen, calm said:

"Such a person, the little mouse under your hand will never forget once they have seen him, and I want all the news about him."

Until Meng Yan finished speaking, Maitreya shook his head and exclaimed, "As expected, he is the leader of the Meng team. With some clues, he can deduce the complete portrait of the murderer. Don't worry, the Meng team, such a person appears in my territory. I'm also worried, and I don't even care about doing business." Having said that, he nodded his head and promised, "I will cooperate with the police to catch him as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, Meng Yan shook his head, "No need, just let me know if you have any news, and I will transfer the money to your account."

The smile on Maitreya Buddha's face suddenly became more enthusiastic, and he smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth. "Oh, it's a great honor for Team Leader Meng to take care of my business. If you say it, you will have more face on the road."

Meng Yan glanced at him one last time, got up and left the room without saying anything.

Meng Yan walked out of the shop, took out his mobile phone and made a call.There are not many people in the pedestrian street, but they are also in small groups, passing Meng Yan from time to time.If it is a little girl, or a younger woman, after taking a few steps, she will often turn her head and stare at his back, and then talk with her companion in a low voice, making inexplicable laughter.

Meng Yan didn't care about what happened behind him. With one hand in his pocket and the other holding his mobile phone, he strolled leisurely in the brightly lit streets, talking on the phone.

After briefly explaining the recent cases, Meng Yan said in a low voice:

"I suspect that he has been to Danteng City. He has been lurking here for three years. No one knows how many fuses he has buried in the dark. Now that he has ignited one of them, before this 'bomb' explodes, we may be able to Follow the clues to find his hiding place."

"He can develop a batch of new chess pieces for entertainment at any time for those discarded pieces that he just discarded before. Once he finds it not fun, no matter how much effort he spent on cultivating the chess pieces, he will discard them without hesitation."

"No, don't show up for your people. He is very vigilant, and he will disappear if there is any trouble. If he goes into hibernation again, I don't want to wait another year or two."

"I know, this time is different, I will be more careful than before."

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Because the blood was everywhere, Zhuang Sheng was not allowed to enter the house until the forensics department completed the evidence collection.He and Shi Ke stood under the fence of the yard and waited. This time, Shi Ke smoked harder, and he smoked two cigarettes in silence before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Murderer, how many are there?"

In the first case, burglary, murder, and dismemberment, the second and third cases involved disembowelment.And this is the fourth case. Although the deceased was different from the previous victims, he was not only cut open, but also dismembered.The scene was bloody, marks were painted everywhere, it was like two murderers having a carnival.

The impact of such a bloody scene made the victim's son burst into fright when he saw it for the first time, and rushed through the roof screaming.As soon as he stepped into the door, his legs were so weak that he couldn't move, and he vomited faintly while holding the door frame - under such circumstances, how could he care about what the murderer looked like.

So this time, although someone directly saw the murderer committing the crime, the witness was still lying in the hospital at this time, so frightened that he was unconscious, and he might need a long period of psychological treatment—even if that was the case, I don’t know if it would be possible. recover completely.

Zhuang Sheng reluctantly took his mind back from the bloody scene just now, but although he only had a quick glance, all the details in it seemed to have been engraved in his heart, and now they flashed before him like frames of pictures.

The size and direction of every drop of blood splattered, the placement of every piece of internal organs and limbs, and even the shape and quantity of the graffiti on the wall were all magnified and clearly presented in his mind.

The problem that I couldn't figure out before was suddenly solved at this moment.

There never were murderers, murderers—

"Only one, always one—but, arguably, at least three more."

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The room was still dimly lit, and a man smashed the objects in the room madly, shouting loudly while smashing:

"You're all crazy, you're all crazy! Knowing that there are so many police officers these days, why do you still go out and kill people? This time it's okay, we've been seen, just wait for the police to arrest us!"

He lost his temper angrily, then calmed down suddenly, facing the wall, bent down to pick up something from the ground, and wiped it gently in his hand.While wiping, he said slowly:

"What's the rush, didn't you enjoy watching it too? Without us, how could you be where you are today? It seems that you are still the same as when you were a child, stupid and impetuous, your cowardly and selfish nature has not changed at all, and you have only done things like demolishing bridges."

He paused for a moment, then held up the object in his hand and pointed it at the light—it was a bowl made of a skull, and it was still a half-finished product.He wiped the skull clean and placed it carefully on a wooden shelf next to it.

The moment he raised his head, half of his blood-stained face was revealed, as if it had been sprayed, and the blood had dried up.

He stretched out a finger to wipe the blood on his face, tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised an arc.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it fun to watch a bunch of stupid policemen running around the city?"

After finishing speaking, he put his finger into his mouth and sucked it lightly, his eyes narrowed, and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.