criminal profiling

The quiet cemetery, because of the rain last night, exudes the fragrance of the earth.

It's not the grave-sweeping season, so the whole cemetery is very quiet, no one can be seen - except for one of them, a bouquet of white chrysanthemums is placed in front of the stele.Zhuang Sheng, who had lost a lot of weight, stood quietly in front of the tombstone, looking at the smiling face of the handsome man in the photo, pursing his lips in silence, with a faint thought in his eyes.

Meng Yan stood next to Zhuang Sheng, with worry in his eyes, he helped Zhuang Sheng gather the coat that was draped over his shoulders, and pulled him closer to him.

"Shengsheng, you haven't fully recovered yet, don't stand for too long. When you recover, we can visit Uncle Zhuang again."

Zhuang Sheng looked at the photo without moving his eyes, and he didn't know if he had listened to Meng Yan's words.He looked at it quietly for a while, and then said:

"I haven't seen my father for so many years, I actually can't remember his appearance, isn't it very unfilial?" His voice was very soft, and there was no bad emotion in it, it seemed to be pure emotion.

Meng Yan frowned slightly, and the hand on Zhuang Sheng's shoulder increased slightly.

"Shengsheng, don't think that way. You were still young back then—besides, there are some things that are better to forget than to remember. I believe Uncle Zhuang thought the same way."

"But I remember." The soft voice seemed to float out of his throat, and Meng Yan paused slightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"You know, I have a very good memory since I was a child. I remember when my mother left, and I also remember everything that happened that day—I just can't think of my father." Zhuang Sheng said as if he was afraid of the cold Shrinking his shoulders, Meng Yan directly hugged him into his arms, the distress in his eyes was so intense that he couldn't get rid of it.

How can I remember, how can I remember?

In the end, how could such a tragic scene become the moment that a child who respects and adores his father is frozen in the depths of his memory?

If there is an eraser that can erase memories, what Meng Yan most wants to erase is the past that Zhuang Sheng experienced when he was young.

After the child was taken back to Meng's house by him, although he didn't cry or make trouble, he seemed a little too quiet.When he was awake, he would not mention his father to others, but every night when he fell asleep, he would always fall into a nightmare, crying and calling "Daddy", but he still couldn't wake up.

Meng Yan hugged him and slept for more than a month. At the beginning, little Zhuang Sheng also resisted him, so he only dared to hold the child in his arms after he fell asleep.At this time, the little Zhuang Sheng who was already asleep would subconsciously slip into his arms, murmuring the word "Dad".

He hugged little Zhuang Sheng, and comforted the child over and over again when he was crying and crying in nightmares, almost exhausting all his warmth and patience, but he didn't bother him at all until the child fell asleep peacefully again.

Also, when mom leaves?

Shengsheng's mother left father and son when he was two years old, and went abroad to pursue her so-called true love.For so many years, there has never been a single word to his son.After Zhuang's father died, the Meng family contacted this woman and told her the news of Zhuang's father's death. After three seconds of silence, the woman only said one sentence:

"A man like that really doesn't live long."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and didn't even ask a question about the son he gave birth to, as if he had completely forgotten that he had ever given birth to a child.

The Meng family never looked for this woman again, and Meng Yan never told Zhuang Sheng about his mother.

However, he originally thought that Zhuang Sheng had already forgotten about that woman.Unexpectedly, Zhuang Sheng allowed that self who was less than two years old to live in his heart all the time, and those memories that should have rotted and ashes were properly placed in a corner by him.

If you don't read it deliberately, you will never forget it.

-

In the hospital, Shi Ke was in a hurry. He took out his mobile phone and called Meng Yan and Zhuang Sheng, but no one answered.Shi Ke was so anxious that his head was sweating—he wasn't in such a hurry, he just came to the hospital to visit Zhuang Sheng and ask Meng Yan something.

But on the way here, I received a call from Xu Jie from the bureau. The boy was so anxious that he couldn't even speak clearly. Get up in a hurry.

The most important thing now is to get in touch with Meng Yan, but his phone is about to explode and no one answers, Shi Ke is so angry that he wants to drop the phone.Just when Shi Ke was running around like ants in a hot pot, wishing he could issue a city-wide wanted man, the two came back by themselves.

"Second Brother Meng—" Shi Ke shouted excitedly, and all the people at the hospital gate looked at him.

Meng Yan turned his eyes horizontally, interrupting Shi Ke's next words.He bent down and helped Zhuang Sheng out of the car, put on his clothes, bowed his head and said softly: "Shengsheng, you go up by yourself first, I'll be here in a while, okay?"

Zhuang Sheng didn't look very energetic, he looked a little numb, and nodded upon hearing this.When he looked up, he saw Shi Ke with shining eyes standing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and greeted him.

Shi Ke opened his mouth to say something, but Meng Yan stopped him with a wink.

When Zhuang Sheng entered the hospital and his figure was no longer visible, Meng Yan withdrew his gaze and glanced at Shi Ke who was standing restlessly next to him, with a look of disgust.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Shi Ke, who was inexplicably rejected, felt wronged, but when he thought of what he wanted to say, the idea of ​​wronged disappeared.He straightened his expression, looked at Meng Yan seriously, and said word by word:

"Second brother Meng, someone sent a message saying that we arrested the wrong person."

Meng Yan paused and cast a sidelong glance at him, "Caught the wrong person?"

Shi Ke nodded with a serious expression, "Yes, the news was directly posted on several major forums, saying that our police are incompetent in handling cases, can't find the real murderer, and only catch innocent people as scapegoats. Now there is a commotion on the Internet, and many reporters have Run to the police station and squat down."

"Oh, I see."

Shi Ke waited and saw that Meng Yan had nothing to say after that sentence, and he was a little confused as he was about to go upstairs to accompany the patient.

"Then what, Second Brother Meng, don't you want to say something?"

Meng Yan paused, looked back at him, and "said something" as he asked.

"Don't let these things disturb Shengsheng's rest."

Looking at the back of Meng Yan's resolute departure, the figure of Shi Ke who was left on the spot looked a bit bleak.

When Meng Yan walked into the ward, Zhuang Sheng, who was sitting by the bed, looked up - the influence of the medicine on him had not completely disappeared, Zhuang Sheng now looked much duller than usual, and became as sick as he was when he was a child. Comfortable and unconsciously clingy.Of course, only Meng Yan is the sticky one.

"What's the matter, why don't you sleep, is there any discomfort?" Meng Yan strode over, put the back of his hand against Zhuang Sheng's forehead to test the temperature, but it didn't feel hot.

Zhuang Sheng stared at him blankly for a while, shook his head lightly, then took off his shoes and slowly climbed onto the bed.When Meng Yan thought he was going to sleep, Zhuang Sheng opened his eyes wide and suddenly asked softly:

"Did the person escape?"

Meng Yan stopped the hand covering him with the quilt, and raised his eyes to meet his bright black eyes which seemed too calm.

"Yes, let him run away." Meng Yan continued to tuck the quilt up for him, and said in a normal tone, "Because of the tracker you put on Shengsheng, they found his whereabouts and chased him all day and night. It still didn’t catch up.”

Hearing this, Zhuang Sheng showed a slightly disappointed expression, and sighed with some regret: "It would be great if I could catch up by myself."

Meng Yan paused for a moment, he raised Zhuang Sheng's chin and looked into those eyes with guilt, focused and serious, "Sheng Sheng, you are fine, what you have to learn now is what is 'sharing'."

Zhuang Sheng blinked his eyes twice, his chin was pinched like that, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he endured it and did not move, he just defended in a low voice: "I know how to share."

"You are 'sharing' for others, now, what I want you to learn is, let me 'share' for you."

Meng Yan's voice was low, and his gaze on Zhuang Sheng gradually deepened, and his head lowered lower and lower.

Zhuang Sheng lowered his eyes, not daring to look into Meng Yan's eyes at this time.

I can't bear to push people too far, or I'm afraid that if I continue, I won't be able to control the more and more restless desire in my heart.Meng Yan raised his body, rubbed Zhuang Sheng's hair, and explained: "I couldn't catch him before because he was hard to find and he didn't even show his face in front of people. This time he showed his face. It's better than before, and it's thanks to you." Nodding Zhuang Sheng's nose, he said with a slightly teasing smile:

"Go to sleep, take care of your body as soon as possible, and do the job of catching bad guys yourself, okay?"

In his gentle and smiling tone, Zhuang Sheng's eyelids became heavier and heavier. He originally remembered that there was something else he wanted to ask, but he couldn't remember anything.Finally, before the consciousness was completely plunged into darkness, a thought flashed in my mind:

Why didn't this man kiss him anymore?Since he woke up, he hasn't kissed once.Could it be that the kiss at that time was an illusion produced when he was insane?

Until it was confirmed that the person in front of him had completely fallen asleep, a faint sigh sounded in the ward.A warm kiss gently landed on the sleeping face, between the brows and the corners of the lips.

-

Meng house.

In the dead of night, all the lights in the house had been turned off, only the two wall lamps on the bar were still on.

Meng Yan was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas, perhaps because of the cover of the night, her posture was a little relaxed, unlike the strong and invincible feeling she had during the day.

The liquid in the wine glass decreased little by little, and those two-way cold eyes seemed a little blurred.She sat on the sofa in a very casual posture, drinking while casually looking at the night outside the window.

A padded coat fell silently on her shoulders, and Meng Yan never looked up. There was only one person who could appear at home at such a time and was so close to her.

Meng Yan didn't say a word, but just gestured with a wine glass, asking the other party to sit down and have a drink with her.

The tall man stood behind Meng Yan, casting a shadow that could completely cover the petite woman.Instead of listening to Meng Yan and sitting down to drink with him, he took away the half-drunk red wine bottle and put a glass of boiled water in its original place.

"Chairman, drink some water after drinking this glass, and go to rest."

Meng Yan has always been a person who can restrain herself very much, so she was not angry when the wine was taken away, and she still looked out the window.His back was facing the light, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and his voice was much lower than during the day, but it was still calm.

"Anthony, how long have you come to protect me personally?"

The man behind him replied respectfully and gently, "Return to the chairman, three years."

Meng Yan seemed to sigh, "It's only been three years. Sometimes it really feels like it's been a long time, and sometimes it flies by too fast." She shook the wine glass lightly, raised it to take a sip, and sighed silently.

"Chairman, do you think of the former chairman and his wife?" The man paused, carefully wording his words, and asked restrained and respectful.

Meng Yan didn't seem to care about his tone, she looked out of the window and didn't look back, her voice was still careless and somewhat cold.

"Since my mother passed away, my father has been depressed. I know that maybe even if that incident hadn't happened, my father might not be able to survive for a few years. Rather than saying that he collapsed and died of illness, it is better to say that he went to follow his mother— —Back then, whether or not there was such a thing, the fate of the father and mother was already destined to be unchangeable. It’s just that the child was pitiful.”

"The chairman refers to the kid named Zhuang Sheng?"

Meng Yan obviously sighed, put the finished wine glass aside, and immediately stretched out a hand to catch the glass.

"At that time, my father had just moved the Meng family back from country I, and the foundation in the country was not stable, so it was inevitable that someone would take advantage of the loopholes. It's just that we didn't expect at that time that the other party would attack my siblings. If it wasn't for Zhuang Uncle came to the rescue in time, and now there is no more Meng family." Meng Yan stopped here, and his eyes finally showed a little sadness.The man standing behind didn't say anything, and handed over the cup of warm water that hadn't cooled down.

Meng Yan took two sips of the water, took the cup away, and the man silently took it and put it back on the table.

"Anthony, you have played against Meng Yan, who is better?"

Hearing this question suddenly, the man was stunned for a moment. After he realized it, he seemed to be entangled. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's almost the same as usual, but if Meng is serious, I might not be able to beat him." After speaking, he seemed afraid that the other party would think My own level is not good, so I immediately added a sentence:

"My skills can be included in the world's first-class level. In the top mercenary rankings, I have never fallen below the tenth place."

Meng Yan laughed softly after hearing this, the laughter tickled the man's heart like a feather, his ears moved, and the tips of his ears turned red.

"When you were young, you basically fought when you met each other. I didn't expect that you would still be the same as when you were young." This sentence brought back too many memories for the two of them, and the smile on Meng Yan's face quickly faded, "Meng Yan was young Although he is extremely smart, he has nothing to do. He learned half of his skills from Uncle Zhuang. At that time, Uncle Zhuang asked him if he would like to learn from him to solve crimes. He was dispensable at the time. Soon after, Zhuang Uncle sacrificed, Meng Yan carried Zhuang Sheng, who was covered in blood, back to Meng's house, and saw me asking a question—"

Meng Yan raised her head and looked out of the window, at that moment a touch of sadness finally appeared on her face.

"He asked me how to keep the people I care about from being hurt. I told him that you can make yourself strong and arrest those who might harm the people you care about.

"I didn't expect that he would persist in that seemingly child's play decision for so many years, and he seemed to want to continue to persist. What's more, he seemed to be born with this bowl of rice, and his understanding of criminals was like As for himself — I sometimes, really worry that he's blurring that line."

Anthony looked at the woman who seemed to talk a lot tonight, with a complicated expression.He paused for a moment, and comforted him a little rustily: "A wild horse without a rein can run in an uncontrollable direction; but if a horse is put on a rein, its future path will be in the hands of the person holding the rein. Meng Meng He's not a Bronco now."

Meng Yan frowned and wrinkled when he heard the words, Anthony's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to reflect on whether he had made a mistake when he heard Meng Yan's sigh-like voice in his ears.

"I just hope that no matter which direction he runs, as long as he doesn't make it difficult for others to go."