criminal profiling

Meng Yan speeded up the accelerator while calling Shi Ke.

"Where did Zhuang Sheng go?"

Shi Ke was dumbfounded by a single sentence, "Xiaozhuang? Isn't he just checking the owner's information?" Then he didn't know what someone said, and he yelled, "He went out just now, what happened? What happened? ?”

Meng Yan didn't bother to answer his question at all, and asked directly, "Where did you go?"

Shi Ke heard that Meng Yan's tone was wrong, so he didn't ask any more questions, and simply handed the phone to Xu Jie who was next to him.Xu Jie took the phone and told what happened in the morning, and finally asked Meng Yan with a little worry:

"Did something happen to Dr. Zhuang? I have called him twice since just now, but no one answered. I know where he has gone, and I will go find him right away."

Meng Yan was silent for a moment, his heart sank, and his voice was a bit cold, "No need, you won't find him even if you go."

After speaking, Meng Yan hung up the phone regardless of the anxious questioning on the other end of the phone.He didn't try to follow Zhuang Sheng's route to find someone, but made another call.

"I'll give you 1 minute to find the signal location." After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he hung up the phone with a "snap".

1 minute has become extraordinarily long. Meng Yan sat in the car with his eyes lowered, and he looked calm—but if you look into his eyes, you will find that there is a hurricane storm rolling inside, everything Calm is just an illusion deliberately suppressed.

The screen of the mobile phone lights up, and a small red dot appears on the map, and the little red dot is moving.

Meng Yan immediately started the car and galloped away in a drag racing posture.While speeding, he dialed a number, still only a very concise sentence.

"It's time to act."

Meng Yan looked ahead, his eyes were as sharp as ice skates.

Since you said that I will end myself, then I will show you completely.

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When Zhuang Sheng was sitting in the taxi, he used his mobile phone to check the information of the name "Fu Cao".This is a pseudonym. Zhuang Sheng searched the Internet, but there is very little information, and it is basically some books under the author's name.There is very little information about the author himself on the Internet, not even his real name.

Zhuang Sheng has already read those books, and found that the detailed descriptions in them can be called bloody and terrifying, and the selling point of the works of this author named "Fu Cao" is to let people experience real crime scenes.In those bloody and detailed descriptions, one can feel the twisted and perverted desire of the murderer inside.

The murderers created by the author include ogres who specialize in eating various parts of the human body, and craftsmen who collect fur and even bones from corpses.Even the details of some places overlap quite a bit with several recent cases.

The degree of gore is definitely not obtained by looking up information based on imagination-it is not a fiction, it is simply the crime record recorded by the criminal himself.

The comments on this writer on the Internet are also polarized. Those who oppose him say that the descriptions are too bloody, and most of them are from the perspective of the murderer, which is not suitable for normal people. Only a pervert can write words that are close to the crime scene; People clamored, even if the great god really killed people, so what, if he can write such wonderful words, even if he goes to prison in the future, as long as he still writes, they will still read it.

Among the many fans of Fu Cao, young people accounted for the majority. They even claimed that the book written in large letters was a palace-level crime guide. If one day wanted to kill someone, he could avoid detection by following the written instructions.

Someone inside killed a little milk dog and skinned the little milk dog according to the description in the book.The photo was also posted, under which there are thousands of words of praise to the author himself.

The car came to a back alley on Zhijing Street, Zhuang Sheng got out of the car and took out his mobile phone for navigation.

On the mobile phone map, there are five locations marked with stars, Zhuang Sheng connected the five points - it happened to be an inverted five-pointed star, and in the center of the five-pointed star was marked with a big star.

After reading the book "Where Are the Skulls Going", Zhuang Sheng found that although the place name of the place where the crime happened was different, judging from the details of the description, it was in Zhijing Street at all—this shows that the murderer must have known about Zhijing Street. It is very familiar, so I directly use Orijing Street as a geographical reference description.

The locations of the two disemboweling cases that occurred on Zhijing Street happened to be on the two upward pointed corners of this inverted five-pointed star.In the book, after five murders, the detective and the murderer finally meet at the center of the five-pointed star and start a contest.

The note left by the author named Fu Cao to Lin Xiangxiang described the scene where the murderer led the detective to the center in the finale, played with his lover's skull in front of him, and described in detail how useful the skull was. .

And the last sentence was also left by the murderer to the detective.

In that book, the detective's lover died unexpectedly, and the graveyard was dug up three years later, but the body was still there, but the skull was missing.In the process of searching for the skull, the detective gradually discovered that the death of the lover was not an accident.

In the ending, the detective went mad and killed the murderer, and finally disappeared with his lover's skull.

With Lin Xiangxiang's obsession with the author, when she saw that excerpt and the last sentence, it's not surprising that her idol asked her to meet at that place—especially, the author made an appointment in this way. This is not the first time that fans have met.

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Zhuang Sheng came to the central location according to the navigation, and found that it was a church under repair, and many holes were dug around it, which should be used for transplanting trees.There is a sign at the door: Pedestrians are not allowed to enter under renovation.There was no one around either.

Zhuang Sheng pushed open the heavy iron door, and a rotten and damp smell came over his face.Zhuang Sheng paused at the door, and stepped in after getting used to the dim light inside.

There is no light inside, only the light from the windows, and the dust can be seen in the light-compared with the potholes outside, although the smell inside is not very good, it still looks clean.

There is a clear "click" sound when stepped on the wooden floor, and it seems that an echo can be heard.Zhuang Sheng stopped in the middle and looked around, but didn't see anyone.He frowned, wondering if someone was playing a prank, and raised his hand to check the time: four or ten minutes had passed since he received the text message.In other words, if what was said in the text message was true, then Lin Xiangxiang only had 10 minutes to live.

Could it be that the location he guessed was wrong?Just thinking about it, a clear bell rang suddenly in the empty church. It was a nursery rhyme:

"Little rabbit, be good, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in..."

Zhuang Sheng paused, and looked in the direction of the sound, and found a red mobile phone in the middle of a row of chairs, and there was a cosmetic box next to the mobile phone.It was a very old mobile phone, the kind with buttons, packed in a plastic bag, and the buttons were not too worn.But the edge bumps are more serious, and even the screen is cracked like a spider web.

The bell rang a few times before it stopped, and a text message popped up.Zhuang Sheng read carefully on the spider web-like screen, the text message only had four words:

whose phone.

Zhuang Sheng glanced at the number, and it was the same number as the one who sent the message to his mobile phone.

He picked up the phone on the chair and flipped it over. Except for the text message, the phone's communication records were clean and there was nothing.He opened the makeup box next to it, which contained lipstick, foundation, etc. Judging from the color and smell, it should have been stored for a long time.

Zhuang Sheng lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then used this phone to reply a text message:

A grumpy mother in a special profession.

A text message was sent for a few seconds, and another one was received soon.

She's here, give you 10 minutes, find her.

Zhuang Sheng was startled, he didn't understand the meaning of this text message, he realized it after a while, and then his expression became condensed little by little.

Whether it is a mobile phone that cannot afford cosmetics, it has not been used for a long time, which means that the owner of these things may no longer be around.The person who sent the text message now asked him to find the owner of the mobile phone in the church, of course not asking him to find a big living person.

It was a person who had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

Zhuang Sheng looked around the whole church again, this time he looked carefully, not missing every corner.This church is not big, and there is no place to hide things. Looking around, you can have a panoramic view of the whole church.And after fully adapting to the light inside, basically all the placements inside can be seen clearly.

Perhaps it was because of the low temperature, since Zhuang Sheng came in, he felt chills and felt very uncomfortable.He looked from the ceiling to the wall, and then to the arrangement around the corner, his brows furrowed a little bit, but he still didn't see any place to hide things.

Zhuang Sheng checked the reception desk at the front, and there was nothing inside except a thick layer of dust.He went to the wall again, knocked while looking at it, and slowly touched the murals on the wall to see if there was an interlayer.

In each of the four corners, there is an oil lamp, and the lampshade is painted in the same style as the murals on the wall, all of which have a religious atmosphere.

Halfway through the time, Zhuang Sheng had inspected the entire church, but he did not find the imagined skeleton.Zhuang Sheng's gaze unconsciously swept across the murals on the wall, he paused suddenly, some words flashed in his mind for a moment, and his limbs became stiff.

From the dome to the walls, the color is peeled off in most places, so it looks very incomplete.Especially for the faces of the characters, the paint may be lighter and the peeling off is more severe, and almost none of the characters has a complete face-and therefore, one of the faces is particularly prominent.

It was the face of the Sistine Madonna, which looked not only complete but also lifelike, almost exactly like a human face—no, not almost, it was simply a human face pasted on it!

Zhuang Sheng seemed to remember something, walked quickly to the corner, picked up a lamp of oil and sprinkled it for inspection.The lampshade is neither paper nor glass, and it feels slippery. This is human skin.

Zhuang Sheng stepped back abruptly, trying his best to suppress the nausea rising in his chest, his face turned pale.He didn't wait too long, looked at the time, only 2 minutes left, picked up the phone and edited the text message:

Lampshades and frescoes.

After the text message was sent, Zhuang Sheng stood motionless, waiting quietly.Time passed extremely slowly, it seemed that it was only a few seconds, and it seemed that several hours later, the phone vibrated, and another text message came from the other party:

The last question, how many "I"?