criminal profiling

Zhuang Sheng was squeezed between the wall and Meng Yan, the man's breath sprayed on his face when he spoke, Zhuang Sheng tilted his head uncomfortably, he pursed his lips, regained his composure, and said calmly: "Let go."

Meng Yan was unmoved, he stared fixedly at Zhuang Sheng for a long time, seeing that he still refused to face himself, his expression looked extremely indifferent, as if he was just an ordinary stranger.

At that moment, Meng Yan didn't know what was going on in his heart, the hand holding Zhuang Sheng suddenly felt hot, he let go as if startled, and took a step back to widen the distance between them.When I spoke again, I didn't know whether the tone was emotion or nostalgia.

"Shengsheng, you have grown up."

Zhuang Sheng had acted like a stranger from the moment we met, even though Meng Yan had pressed him against the wall just now, enveloping him with a forceful aura, Zhuang Sheng still kept his indifferent appearance.At this time, such a soft exclamation caused a crack in the composure on his face, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Zhuang Sheng still stubbornly refused to look at Meng Yan, he clenched his mouth tightly like a child having a temper tantrum.This kind of Zhuang Sheng made Meng Yan feel a little familiar. His aura instantly disappeared, and his expression softened. He rubbed Zhuang Sheng's hair with a smile, and sighed:

"Why didn't you tell me when you came back to China, and why did you secretly go to be a policeman? Why, haven't you seen me for a few years, have you completely forgotten about me?"

"Eight years." Meng Yan was taken aback for a moment, and Zhuang Sheng was finally willing to turn his head to look at him, and his expression had returned to calm.The expression on his face was calm and indifferent, and the expression in his eyes looking at Meng Yan was so complicated that Meng Yan couldn't understand it at all.

"Eight years, three months and seventeen days." Zhuang Sheng said while looking into Meng Yan's eyes word by word. His voice was not loud, but every word pierced into Meng Yan's heart like an ice-hardened knife. His heart hurt so much that he lost the ability to speak at that moment, but he just stared at Zhuang Sheng without blinking.

"You're right. I've grown up. Now that I've grown up, of course I can make my own decisions. Of course, I don't need others to intervene in my life."

After Zhuang Sheng said the above sentence, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Meng Yan. He said politely: "Mr. Meng, please let me go. I should go back. After all, there is still a murder case to be investigated."

Meng Yan's face turned pale as if someone had punched him, and he almost staggered back.Zhuang Sheng didn't look at him again, straightened his collar and sleeves indifferently, opened the door and went out.Meng Yan was left standing there in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Zhuang Sheng went to the box to say hello to Shi Ke, and then left the bar by himself.

Shi Ke didn't know what happened to the two of them. He only knew that shortly after Zhuang Sheng went to the bathroom, Meng Yan said something happened and walked out of the box. After a while, he came back. Said that he agreed to assist them in investigating the case-but only as a consultant to assist, and did not return to the police force.

For this, Shi Ke was already very satisfied, and thanked him again and again, but did not see that Meng Yan was absent-minded.

After Zhuang Sheng left the bar, he didn't go back to the police station immediately, but walked quietly on the street alone. In order to calm his mind, he forced himself to forget what happened in the bar just now and concentrate on thinking about the case.

Whenever he was upset or sad, Zhuang Sheng would calm himself down by thinking about the case or endorsing a letter. Over the years, this habit has been deeply engraved in his bones.No matter how sad you are, as long as you go through all the cases you have seen in your mind, you will be able to get out.

If not, go through it twice.

Zhuang Sheng, who has almost memorized all kinds of well-known cases at home and abroad, just quickly and briefly go through all of them in his mind, which takes a lot of time.

Today I don't know if it's because of seeing that person, or because I got too close, I got that person's breath on my body, which made Zhuang Sheng unable to calm down.

After walking for more than half an hour, not only did my heart not calm down again, but it became more irritable.Zhuang Sheng stopped suddenly, and stood on the side of the road with his lips pursed, looking serious and serious.

He stood quietly for a moment, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Has the autopsy been finished? No, I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Sheng summoned a taxi, got into the back seat of the taxi shortly, and the car sped away, merging into the city's still steady stream of traffic at night.

Morgue.

The beautiful forensic doctor who had already packed up her things and was about to leave work had to extend her overtime hours because of a phone call from Zhuang Sheng, so when she saw the new police officer in the bureau, she didn't look good. It reduced her 47-degree black face to [-]-degree black.

"Here, this is the autopsy report." The female forensic doctor handed Zhuang Sheng a folder, and Zhuang Sheng took it while thanking her, and flipped through it in twos.At this time, all he could see was the corpse lying on the dissecting table, and he didn't even notice the darkening face of the female forensic doctor next to him.

What kind of turtle is it, so perfunctory, doesn't respect the fruits of her labor at all, doesn't even pretend to look at it, just casually flipping through it twice, thinking that she is a scanner?

The female forensic doctor, who was even more dissatisfied, flicked the bright red nails that had just been painted on, and raised her willow eyebrows to look at the young man who was carefully observing the corpse.For a while, no matter what the newcomer said in the first sentence, he would go back to him, and then bid him goodbye to get off work gracefully.

The eyes are long and the little fresh meat on the top of the head, no matter how beautiful the body is, my wife will not be fans, hum!

"The autopsy report stated that based on the shedding of the outer layer of flesh and fractures, it was judged that the victim was put into the boiling oil pan while alive. However, the place where the body was found was obviously not the scene of the crime, and the body had been moved. Then, These injuries may also be caused during the movement. Have you made a distinction on this point?"

"..." The female forensic doctor who was gearing up.

Zhuang Sheng didn't notice the female forensic doctor's expression of being suddenly swallowed. He lifted the white cloth over the corpse's head, paused for a moment, then opened the completely melted mouth with two fingers to examine carefully.

A completely charred corpse looks like a lump of black charcoal, and some bright red flesh can be seen if the outer skin is torn off, which is disgusting and terrifying enough.However, when comparing charred corpses with fried corpses, no matter how experienced a forensic doctor is, he would rather choose to dissect ten charred corpses than face fried corpses that look like fried twists.

The female forensic doctor believed that her psychological quality was strong enough, and she still endured nausea and overcame many difficulties when dissecting the corpse.Seeing this young new policeman now, he didn't change his face when he saw the most disgusting head, and he looked calm, as if what he was holding was really a twist.

It's really a dog.

"The corpse is too badly damaged, even if there are other valuable clues, we can't find it. To adopt such an extreme method of killing, even if it is to comply with the seven deadly sins, it is too much." Zhuang Sheng muttered to himself while watching, as if He had completely forgotten that there was another person beside him. What he said earlier was not so much a question to the forensic doctor, but a soliloquy while speculating on the case.

"Well, the victim's cause of death is very clear—" the female forensic doctor raised a hand to speak, trying to find some sense of existence for herself, and by the way, show her professional quality.

"Although the murderer has not left any material evidence showing his emotional inclination so far, it can already be seen from his choice of modus operandi that the murderer must be full of negative emotions towards the deceased."

"..." The female forensic doctor stretched out her hand in the air and couldn't take it back. The half-sentence she spit out scattered into the air like light smoke, without splashing any water.

"The deceased was indeed fried to death, which is more difficult than boiling in boiling water. Could it be that the murderer chose such a laborious and time-consuming modus operandi just to deal with the punishment of the seven deadly crimes? What's more, the murderer picked up the corpse afterwards Come out and throw it beside the garbage dump..." Zhuang Sheng stood up straight, staring at the corpse under the white cloth and lost in thought.

Watching such a process, perhaps like watching a prisoner beheading a commoner in a feudal society, can bring a certain sense of excitement.However, the impact caused by the former is definitely not comparable to the scene of the head being cut off and the blood gushing and splashing, and few people can bear it.

If the murderer watched the whole process calmly, then even the most perverted serial killer in the world might not be able to match his psychological distortion to what extent.

"That—" the female forensic doctor tried to speak again, but Zhuang Sheng, who was still in deep thought, had already regarded her as air and was completely immersed in his own world.

"I, say, you, that's enough, let's go!"

The female forensic doctor finally erupted, and there seemed to be clumps of black smoke coming out of her back. Coupled with her somewhat deformed facial features at this time, it really felt like a terrifying awakening of a demon king.

"..." Zhuang Sheng blinked, then turned to look at the maddened female forensic doctor, as if surprised that there was another person beside him.

"Hey, are you still there?"

"!"

The anger value of the female forensic doctor suddenly soared by ten percentage points, almost reaching the full value.She stretched out a finger and almost touched Zhuang Sheng's nose, she was so angry that she couldn't speak for a long time.When he finally took a breath, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Remember it for my mother!"

Afterwards, he suddenly turned around, stepped on the ten-centimeter-high stiletto shoes, and walked out of the morgue in a hurry like a drum.

Zhuang Sheng watched the angry figure disappear with a dazed expression, not understanding what happened just now.

His doubts only lasted for a short while. When he turned his head and looked at the corpse on the dissection table again, his thoughts just now fell into the analysis of the case again.