Criminal Investigation Notes

Five minutes later, Lu Siyu locked the door and went downstairs to the parking lot. The other two cars had already left. Only Song Wen was waiting for him. Seeing him sitting in the vice driver's seat, Song Wen asked, "why so long?"

Lu Si said in a low voice: "for a while..."

"Is the door locked?"

"Well." Lusi lowered his head and pulled the seat belt.

"Where do you live? I'll take you straight home. " Song Wen saw that he was not in a good spirit, and felt that he was a bit harsh on the new man, so he should make up for sending him home.

Lu Si began to report an address and began to bow his head to play with his mobile phone. He looked at the mobile phone with his eyes, but he was thinking of something else. He didn't realize that the screen of the mobile phone had turned black.

Today, Lushi language found a detail in the mobile phone of the deceased. In the browser's collection bar, there is an app mark with a blue circle. Other people didn't pay attention to it, but Lushi language happened to know blue, which is a gay community platform. He also touched the mobile phone for two minutes, recorded the model and number of the mobile phone, and was taken away by physical evidence. It's hard to say that this discovery is hard to say, and no one has told it in Lushi language. It is estimated that with the investigation, it will be found out soon.

It's dark and I've been on the viaduct soon after I've driven out. On the city's roads, there's a long queue of lights. In the morning, it's the rush hour traffic jam. Now it's the rush hour traffic jam after work. The urban people in the city, like migratory birds, migrate every day.

After a moment's pause, Lu Si Yu looks out of the car. From this angle, you can see the south city's landmark building, the Nancheng tower. It is also the first highland of the southern city. In the night sky of the city, the lights on the south tower are shining.

It seems that from Babylon, Cuba, humans have been fond of building towers. They always think that high towers stand, which is the closest place to the sky and the gods. There are many cities in the world, and the tower is an important landmark there. There are too many to count the towers. What are Eiffel Tower, Tokyo tower, Dubai tower, Oriental Pearl... These towers have their own characteristics. The tower in Nancheng is no exception. More than 20 years ago, the people of Nancheng, led by rich businessmen, spent half of the city's financial resources to build this tower. It costs a lot of money and manpower, but also provides a lot of employment opportunities. There is a sightseeing platform on the tower. Standing on the tower, you can overlook the whole city.

Once upon a time, this tower was the hope of people and the pride of Nancheng. Even when people travel, they often meet under the tower.

More than ten years ago, Nancheng experienced a reform, enterprise restructuring, and many people lost their jobs. At that time, the first person who jumped from the tower of Nancheng appeared.

For a moment, such a move shocked the whole city.

People looked at the tower again, but their eyes changed. Under the general environment at that time, even imitators appeared. In a few months, it even developed into a suicide shrine. In order to change the situation, Nancheng government had to pay for a repair of the tower, put an end to the security risks.

After that, the rapid development of Nancheng after the pain relief, and the Nancheng tower is no longer alone. Beside it, there are many high-rise buildings.

Now, this place is the memory of Nancheng people. Only the tourists, who still regard it as a scenic spot for clocking in, come and go in an endless stream every day

In the dark, not far away from the South City Tower, the light projected down, the dark eyes of Lu Si language lit up.

"Looking at the South Tower?" In Song Dynasty, Lu Si language was regarded.

"Well." Lushi whispered.

Song Wen said: "when you come back, you can go up and have a look. I haven't been there for a long time. I heard that a new glass plank road has been built above."

However, Lu Si Yu seemed not interested in the proposal. After a few seconds of pause, he said coldly, "I'll be free later."

The car turned a corner, and the South Tower disappeared in the field of vision. Lu Siyu turned his head and Song Wen took a peek at him from the perspective mirror. The light of the street lamp slanted down, shining on a little forehead and high nose bridge exposed under the liusi language bangs. It looked like the best white porcelain. In this way, she was a beauty. At this time, the beauty blinked her eyes, and her face had no expression, which made it impossible for people to see what he was thinking.

After driving for several kilometers, Song Wen stretched out his index finger and knocked on the steering wheel: "you said before..." Looking sideways, Lushi fell asleep in the co driver's position. His head was leaning against the window, and his body curled up slightly, a posture of insecurity, as if all his strength had been consumed by a full day of investigation. The orange lights in the front of the car illuminated his side face, printed the beautiful and sharp curve of his jaw, and plated the bridge of his nose with a layer of golden warm light, which showed that the whole person was very clean.

Song Wen forgot what he wanted to say and turned off the ceiling lamp.

At last, when he woke up at the gate of Gaofeng Road, he hesitated to wake up at the gate of the city. He reached out and rubbed his eyes, and found that he had arrived. The whole person was a little dazed and got off the car: "thank you song team."

Song Wen reminds him: "don't forget to take things."

Lu Si language looked at the bag behind him and the water cup in his hand: "all of them.""There are also survey records!"

"Yes, tomorrow."

Song Wen let him go and waved: "see you tomorrow."

Seeing Song Wen leave, Lu Siyu's eyes return to Qingming, and the whole person is sleepless. Instead of walking into the community behind him, he stops a taxi from Xincong, reports another address, and then sends several wechat messages. When he is finished, he silently gives a series of numbers, which are the mobile phone numbers of the victim Lin Zhenghua.

The search page suddenly showed several records, all of which were from some dating websites. It is difficult for the person in the photo to be associated with today's dismembered corpse, but Lu Si language immediately recognized that this was the person on the ID card.

Looking at the information, Lu Si Yu frowned. The stomach ache was aggravated by not eating for a long time, and the attention couldn't be focused. He reached for the medicine box in his pocket. In the past, the simplest way to solve the problem was to take one, but now the medicine in it is empty. Lu Si's teeth gently bit the fingernail of his thumb and chewed it mottled. Suddenly, his finger touched something. It was a piece of sugar that Cheng Xiaobing gave him during the day.

Lu Si language ripped the package and put it into his mouth. It was filled with sugar. The sweetness spread in the mouth, and the restless mood seemed to be suppressed.

along Chengyang Road, Songwen No.1 road leads to Dr. Zhou's clinic. The clinic is located in a high-grade commercial office building. At this time of night, there are still many floors with lights on.

Song Wen stopped the police car in the parking lot downstairs and still walked to the eighth floor of the office building.

The little nurse at the appointment desk had recognized him for a long time. Seeing Song Wen come in, she apologized slightly and said, "Song team, Dr. Zhou is still seeing the patient. Please sit here and wait a moment."

Every guest of the psychological clinic has made an appointment, so there are not many waiting opportunities. There are several sofa seats beside the clinic, which are almost brand-new up to now.

Song Wen and the little nurse borrow a pen and paper, sitting on one side, habitually drawing on the paper.

For him, painting is the best way to pass the time, even more than playing with his mobile phone. Whenever he picks up the brush, his heart is calm.

Song Wen thought about today's dismemberment case, and soon a face was outlined on the paper. That's the head of the victim found in the fridge. His hair was messy, his eyes closed, and he had a jagged cut under his neck.

There is no clue to the case, and Song Wen is practicing casually. He empties his mind, scratched the tip of his pen on the paper, his eyes, nose, mouth He drew a jaw line, the line was precise, and then the part of the larynx. His brush strokes stopped on it and dropped a little. Then Song Wen was stunned, stared at it for a few seconds, and kneaded the paper into a ball.

Subconsciously, he painted a lusian face.

At this time, Dr. Zhou's patient came out. She was a woman in her fifties. She was a little fat and looked blessed. She didn't need psychological consultation at all. However, there was a joy in her expression. There were tears in the corners of her eyes. It was like the satisfaction of a believer who had worshipped a Bodhisattva and all the sufferings were solved easily.

Song Wen walked in, and Zhou Yining had been waiting there. He helped his glasses, looked through the materials on one side, raised his hand, and handed him the report of Lu Si Yu.

Song Wen sits opposite Zhou Yining. It's a standard patient position. It's comfortable and suitable for conversation. Moreover, it's so subtle that it's 3 times lower than Zhou Yining's, but it's a subtle emotion between the patient and the doctor.

Song Wen took over the report and read it. He has seen many such reports. The higher the score, the higher the security. It shows that the better the psychological quality is, and it is suitable for criminal police work. The results of Lushi language are not at the top, but they are in the middle. Song Wen is a little puzzled: "the result is very good, can let other people come over a little bit, why do you want me to go alone."

Zhou Yining rubbed his eyebrows a little tired. He received six patients today. He was overloaded with digesting those negative emotions: "what seems on the surface is not necessarily true." Then he explained, "psychology has a certain direction in its topic setting. If you know enough about those tests, you can present what you want others to see."

Song Wen asked: "so, do you mean that boy recited the question?" This set of questions is extracted from the question bank, which is not confidential. As long as you have an understanding of the system, you can find the questions and understand the rules of judgment.

Zhou Yining shakes his head, the answer is not what he asked: "have you found that the new man's reaction is a little slow, and lack of emotional change."

Song Wen nodded. In today's communication, he also found these characteristics of Lushi language, but after all, he was not a researcher in psychology, and did not know what these represented.

Zhou Yining explained: "in the conversation with him after the examination, I felt some subtle performance. At first, I thought that it was because he tried to predict my questions. This behavior is often seen among some smart people. They are prepared for the psychiatrists and think that after reciting the book, they can answer all the questions without fail. But often those people are not professional enough, so there will be loopholes in the answers. Observing those loopholes is also a way for me to get information... " At the beginning, he only regarded the Lushi language as a research object. He was a bystander, a evaluator, and always contacted with all kinds of people. He thought that the Lushi language was just one of them."After the conversation, I came to the conclusion that he had some emotional indifference, which showed that he was lack of emotional response and was slow. Even though his inner feelings were rich, they rarely revealed them. He would maintain a distrust and dissatisfaction attitude towards the outside world, and it was difficult to get close to people. It's not a big deal. As people who study psychology, many people have big and small psychological problems. It's almost impossible for a person without any problems to live in a vacuum environment. As long as they don't affect their daily work and life, these minor problems are harmless, so I passed his assessment. "

After that, Zhou Yi stopped for a moment and then said, "but when I come back to this conversation, I find that I may have made a wrong judgment..." When he said this, he slightly pursed his lips, and his hands touched each other. It was a subtle action that he did not want to admit and accept. His eyes twinkled and he wanted to stop talking

"Dr. Zhou, you are our Nancheng psychologist." Song Wen's first reaction is not to believe it. He thinks that this should be Zhou Yining's joke for him. People who study psychology are a bit of God chattering. He likes to throw out various topics and test people's psychology. Dr. Zhou has done this to him before. This day, after getting along with Lushi language, Song Wen admitted that even if it was a little strange, it was only strange. There may be something about him, but it's definitely not that serious.

Zhou Yining, however, looked at Song Wen with a serious expression. He didn't seem to be joking at all. He closed his eyes, helped his glasses and continued: "I'm sorry In other words, there is a possibility that I was induced and hinted at, confused by various superficial phenomena, and did not find more substantial content. I did not touch his heart

Song Wen frowns slightly, can induce and hint a senior psychologist, he naturally knows what this means.

He suddenly remembered his painting just now. The techniques of painting the dead and the living are not exactly the same. The dead are dead, and the time of life has long been fixed at the moment of death. Living people, however, always have emotions, whether they are evil or angry, friendly or humble

But the portrait in Lushi language that he drew just now has no emotion at all. Perhaps, the feeling at that time was right. Before he could see through the man, his brush showed it.