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In the corridor outside the hospital, Ying Shen stood by the wall to answer the phone. It was the director who called, asking about the progress of the case, and urged him appropriately, otherwise Ying Shen's reputation would be affected.

Ying Shen nodded in agreement, hung up the phone, put away the phone, opened the door and walked into the consulting room.It just so happened that Shen Wenqin also opened the door to come out.The two looked at each other,

Inexplicably smiled.Obviously one of them was attacked by an unknown person just now, and the other was worried too much without knowing it, but now nothing is the same, and he is smiling easily.

"What did the old hall tell you?" Shen Wenqin asked with a smile.

Ying Shen: "It's the usual questions, let's solve them as soon as possible. How is your wound?"

Shen Wenqin wanted to raise his hand reflexively, and said with a smile that it was all right. It is very common to encounter injuries of this degree at work, and he usually doesn't take it seriously.But this time, he suddenly changed his mind and deliberately pretended to be pitiful,

He said eagerly, "It's nothing, it's just that the doctor said that the wound was very big, and it hurt a little when it was disinfected."

That expression doesn't look like it's in a little pain, and it's okay to be inconsistent with words and deeds.Even though Ying Shen knew that he was pretending, he was stared at a little shyly, turned his face away uncomfortably, coughed,

Say softly: "Do you want the doctor to prescribe you some painkillers?"

Shen Wenqin continued to say anxiously: "This pain is nothing, I can bear it."

Ying Shen opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally turned his face away, looked at the wall, and changed the subject abruptly, "...let's continue to analyze the murderer."

"……Oh."

The Chinese characters are extensive and profound, and Shen Wenqin uttered a faint sound in a very complicated tone. There are grievances, disappointments, calmness, indifference, etc., which are difficult to explain clearly.

Anyway, I should hear it deeply, and I don't know how to react.

Shen Wenqin lowered his eyes, staring unscrupulously at the back of the person in front of him, especially the reddish ears and fair complexion, which are more conspicuous if dyed with other colors, and are also very good-looking.

He couldn't help but bend his lips, smiling deeply.

Finally, he followed his words and kindly changed the subject.

"The murderer's message to you, at first I thought it was provocative and showing off to the police, it was a kind of arrogance. But now think about it again, exclude your identity as a policeman, if the murderer just said this to you directly, What does that represent. The murderer said——I did a good job, right? This question is seeking affirmation, asking people to nod and say that he is indeed doing a good job.” Shen Wenqin proposed a new analysis ideas.

"You mean to say that he has love delusions?" Ying Shen said after a pause.

Shen Wenqin nodded, "Yes. Do you remember the white rose you received earlier? There was also a fresh white rose in a vase at the crime scene. At first, everyone didn't care, thinking it was the victim's home. However, after three cases, after asking the family members, I found out that this was also one of the messages sent by the murderer."

You and I meet on the sea of ​​night, you have yours, and I have my direction.

"He is attracting your attention. In his eyes, you are special. Moreover, he probably thinks that you see him in the same way. These few cases are just the beginning. If we don't catch him, he will continue to kill. I still want you to watch him seriously." Shen Wenqin said slowly, word by word, "He will definitely find a chance to get close to you, so you have to stay with me all the time."

In the front, Ying Shen was still listening carefully and agreed with his analysis, but at the back, for some reason, he raised his lips and smiled, "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

Shen Wenqin put his arm around his shoulders and said with a joking smile: "Yes, of course every moment is every minute and every second, and it doesn't count if there is a second missing."

Ying glanced at him deeply, with a helpless expression on his face.

On the way back to the police station, Ying Shen still drove the car.Shen Wenqin gracefully forgot his usual worry and caution, and pretended to be a one-armed hero with peace of mind. It was his right hand that was injured, which didn't affect him much, but he liked to pretend to be pitiful in front of Ying Shen, leaning over everything, and eagerly making him feel sad. help.However, Ying Shen didn't think there was anything wrong, and basically agreed to the good-tempered ones.

The two stepped into the police station together, pushed open the office door, and smelled a tempting aroma of chicken soup. They glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was already lunch time.

The policeman holding the chicken soup had a normal expression on his face, but his tone was full of complacency, "My wife specially brought it for me to drink. She was worried about my hard work and asked me to make up for it."

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When the other colleagues saw it, they couldn't help but roll their eyes, "I know your wife loves you, do you still drink it? If you don't drink it, we will help you, we are happy to help others."

The police officer hurriedly protected the thermos, and smiled: "This is the old fire soup that my wife has worked so hard to cook. I will drink it for you. I am afraid that you will not be able to bear it."

I still can't bear it, I pooh.The more than 30 colleagues who were still bachelors next to them were violently attacked. Without saying a word, they stepped forward to rob, causing a mess.

Shen Wenqin looked at it, then suddenly turned his head and asked Ying Shen: "Can you cook soup?"

Ying was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head blankly.

Shen Wenqin suddenly smiled, "I will."

"...Oh," Ying Shen nodded in doubt, paused, and said slowly and hesitantly in a rising tone, "You... are amazing?" In this case, it's for boasting, right?

Shen Wenqin smiled, seemed to be in a good mood, nodded narcissistically, "Well, I think so too."

Then, he tilted his head again, opened a pair of deep black eyes, and stared at Ying Shen eagerly, "I'm a little thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?"

Ying Shen was so looked at that he unconsciously looked away, "...um."

He walked quickly to the water dispenser and poured him a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." Shen Wenqin took the cup, touched the back of Ying Shen's hand with his fingers inadvertently, then retracted quickly, and smiled brightly at him.

"What to eat for lunch?"

"This is really a good question." Shen Wenqin drank water slowly, looked at the police officers who were fighting together, and shouted, "Is it easy for my wife? Those who dare not kill chickens can only ask the people in the market to help. In order to make soup for me, you still snatch it", suddenly fell into thought.

Ying Shen saw him like this, Min Min felt that it was unusual, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Wenqin raised his lips, "It's nothing, it's just that you went to fill the water just now, and my thoughts diverged, and suddenly I had a strange association... Cut your throat, boil water, scald and pluck your hair, what did you think of?"

Ying Shen's eyes widened slightly, as if thinking of something.

"Yes, killing chickens, ducks and geese. Does it look like the murderer we are investigating now? Cut the throat, remove the hair, and clean it with water. The autopsy report also said that the corpse decayed too fast, and the skin showed signs of being scalded by hot water. .” Shen Wenqin said while drinking water.

"Do you think the murderer is a worker in this field?" Ying deeply frowned and pondered, quickly sorted out the details of the case, analyzed the known criminal behavior, and found that it did not contradict this conjecture.

He couldn't help squinting, his eyes flashed sharply, and he looked at the police officers of the task force, "How many women are engaged in the poultry industry in the town?"

The policeman was stunned for a moment, "Well, there should be no specific statistical data, but there are only a few markets that everyone goes to, and they almost know it, why are you asking this?"

After the simple explanation, the police officer suddenly had a complicated expression, especially the police officer who was drinking chicken soup with love, didn't know what to say.Treating people like chickens and ducks is too inhuman, right?Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Shen Wenqin nodded slightly.If the murderer really followed the usual method of killing chickens and used it on the people he usually gets along with without any hesitation, then she was either violent or mentally ill.

According to the profile of the criminal behavior of the throat-slitting homicide case seven years ago, the police identified the criminal as having a certain degree of mental illness. She was a female, 30-40 years old at the time of the crime, and engaged in the poultry industry. She usually behaved normally, but sometimes said to herself Talk to yourself, do things without logic, and behave weirdly.

A few local policemen probably thought of a few people and heard a little about them.But for specific information, we still need to inquire again and transfer information to the hospital.It's not that there are no mental hospitals in this city, it's just that patients' family members usually choose to give up after going to this kind of hospital once or twice. Looking at all kinds of strange patients, they can't help but feel that it is even worse for blood relatives to live here.Therefore, even if the hospital keeps records internally, the information may not be very complete, and someone needs to go to the hospital to inquire about the specific situation.

After lunch, Shen Wenqin and a police officer from the task force went to the hospital. Yingshen stayed at the police station to conduct geographical profiling. Through analysis, he further narrowed the comfort zone of the murderer and tried to find out the relationship between the imitator and the original murderer. How to contact.

In a mental hospital, the environment is somewhat similar to that of an ordinary hospital, but it is also very different.The first thing that can be seen is the courtyard where the patients walk.Here, more attention should be paid to the relaxing place, which should be wide and full of green plants, and there are several medical staff staring around to prevent any accidents.The patients in the yard had different expressions and behaviors. Some of them could be easily identified as being in poor mental condition, while others seemed quite normal.

Shen Wenqin and the police officers walked into the vice president's office, and after some inquiries, they obtained the information of three eligible female patients.

One stayed in the hospital for ten years. She is 45 years old. She went home nine times during this period, but her condition recurred, so she had to be sent back to the hospital again to be cared for by professional medical staff. When the murder happened, she happened to be receiving treatment. Proof of presence.The second one had severe depression and schizophrenia, often self-harmed, and committed suicide two years ago.The third one, the hysterical patient, came to the hospital only once. After diagnosis, the patient had obvious behavior disorder, thinking disorder and depersonalization. It was recommended to be hospitalized for treatment, but his family members disagreed, and finally let it go.

Shen Wenqin called and asked the technician to focus on the third patient and find out her information.Feedback results are also very fast.

"Chen Shufen, born in 1973, has a record of admission to the hospital, and the diagnosis is suspected of having persecution paranoia. She jumped directly from the window because she heard the firecrackers from the neighbors nearby. She broke her lumbar spine and was paralyzed on the third floor."

"When did this happen?"

"Admitted to the hospital on January 2009, 1."

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It just so happened that the throat-slitting case stopped seven years ago before this time.

Shen Wenqin's face was solemn, and he quickly said: "Address."

The technician said: "Yes, but she died, just half a month ago. Besides, there is one more thing, which I think may be very important. Before Chen Shufen was paralyzed, she had a record of frequent admissions to the hospital. The reason They were all accidents, but if you think about it, you know that there are so many accidents, it is likely to be domestic violence, maybe it is the cause of her hysteria. By the way, she also has a son. After the paralysis, it seems to be her son all the time. I’m taking care of her. I’ll send you all the information about her and her family.”

Shen Wenqin received the document and swiped down to quickly read it. Halfway through, his fingers froze suddenly and his pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't care about reading the rest of the document, so he immediately pressed the shortcut key and dialed Ying Shen.

However, after ringing for a long time, no one answered.

When it was finally connected, it was the anxious voice of colleagues in the police station.

"Dr. Ying is missing!"