part-time profiler

In the interrogation room, Zhang Zhenhai, who was slowing down, still wanted to quibble, but Yan Yan threw the phone in front of him and showed him a video.

Mao Xinyuan, who was rescued, returned to her parents. In the hospital, Mao Xuejun and Wang Hui guarded her daughter, never leaving her.

Zhang Zhenhai never expected that Mao Xinyuan was still alive, he collapsed completely, broke down in tears, and explained everything he had done.

Just like the friend Yan Su described in the book club, Zhang Zhenhai was unable to impregnate his wife due to physical reasons, and the couple drifted apart because of this matter. Zhang Zhenhai was really struggling to prove his male strength, so he became obsessed with the reproduction of primitive people In worship episodes.

At the same time, Zhang Zhenhai had symptoms of pedophilia due to family troubles, extreme low self-esteem, psychological distortion, and a preference for girls.

Taking advantage of his position, Zhang Zhenhai often went in and out of the police station to obtain internal information from the public security, helped Mouse escape, and asked Mouse to pretend to be a kidnapper and rob Mao Xinyuan, creating the illusion of kidnapping.

Mouse Wang Weiqiang is eager to spend money, so he does not hesitate to hurt Mao Xinyuan to threaten Mao's parents, but Zhang Zhenhai has an abnormal love for Mao Xinyuan. After the mouse cut off Mao Xinyuan's little finger, Zhang Zhenhai became angry and had a dispute with the mouse.

The mouse laughed at Zhang Zhenhai's words, and Zhang Zhenhai secretly murdered him. In the Santana car that took the two of them to transfer, he stunned the mouse with ether, peeled off his face, and removed his genitals as a punishment. Then dumped in Forest Park.

Under the identification of the suspect, the police quickly found the black Santana car used by Zhang Zhenhai to kill the mouse. Combining the on-site investigation, forensic examination and the suspect's interrogation records, the witness evidence was convincing, the 5 kidnapping case and Zhang Zhenhai's murder case The case was transferred to the Procuratorate for prosecution.

In the interrogation room of the Municipal Bureau, after telling everything, Zhang Zhenhai leaned back and sat slumped in the iron chair, with a hint of relief in his expression.

Yan Yan dismissed the others, and only he and Zhang Zhenhai were left in the dark and cramped iron room.

"I have another question." Yan Yan said, "I am asking you for my personal purpose. You can choose to answer or not to answer."

Zhang Zhenhai raised his hand, the iron chain was shaking, he covered his face, and said wearily: "You ask."

"Yan Su, why did you recommend Yan Su to me? Without him, you would not have been arrested so quickly."

Zhang Zhenhai lowered his hands and fixed his cloudy eyes on the policeman opposite him. He was a policeman who was full of justice and served the people.

"Heh," Zhang Zhenhai laughed, and then, the low sneer turned into a big laugh, he leaned on the table, laughing tears, "The thing in my head forced me to do this, do you believe it?" Do you believe it, Officer Yan? Do you think I am willing to deal with him?!"

Zhang Zhenhai stood up abruptly, spitting stars flying around, his face flushed with anger and despair, and he roared roughly: "He is a devil! A broom star! Anyone who touches him will be in hell! —— "

Yan Yan's face was heavy like iron, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What's the thing in your head? Does Yan Su know? What was the song he played that day?"

Zhang Zhenhai gestured for a gun, pressed his rough fingers against his temple, and grinned grinningly: "You have to ask him, the people's police, you should ask him, the one who climbed up from the depths of hell is the **** WTF!"

Yan Yan stood in the interrogation room without moving for a long time. After a while, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

After the case was over, the case information was filed and stored in the archives room. Yan Yan went to Zhao Bureau's office to report the situation and apply for a certificate of merit.

"Yan Su helped a lot," Yan Yan stood in front of Zhao Chuan's mahogany desk, smiling sincerely, "We have to give him a certificate."

Zhao Chuan stood in front of the window with his back to him, staring at the city outside the window in a daze, with his hands behind his back, thoughtful.

"Old Zhao?" Yan Yan called him, "What are you thinking about?"

Director Zhao suddenly came back to his senses, smiled without embarrassment, and repeated his words: "You said to give Yan Su a certificate?"

Yan Yan nodded and grinned: "Didn't we have a lot of empty certificates left in the last commendation meeting in the bureau, so to save waste, give him one as a reward."

Zhao Ju laughed along with him, pointed at Yan Yan, and sighed: "You kid, why don't you just give him the bonus."

Yan Yan thought about it seriously, and said realistically: "I guess he won't want it. He probably doesn't like to be contaminated with the stench of copper."

Director Zhao looked at him meaningfully, and pointedly said: "You know him quite well."

Yan Yan spread his hands and shrugged.

Zhao Ju was overjoyed and laughed loudly: "Okay, I will give him a certificate of award!"

After get off work, Yan Yan drove his black Mercedes, played a rock disc, hummed a little song, turned on the overpass, and headed to the Ningbei Film School on the third ring road.

Yan Su's shop was not yet closed, Yan Yan glanced at it from a distance, parked the Da Benz in the white parking line beside the road, slammed the car door, held the rolled award certificate with one hand, and turned the key ring with the other, feeling quite happy. Cross the road and enter Yan Su's bakery.

Yan Su hugged the hot water bottle and leaned against the cash register to take a nap.

Yan Yan went in lightly, without waking him up, spread out the big red certificate in his hand, ironed it flat with his palms, then stood outside the glass warming cabinet, quietly observing Yan Su.

Twilight is approaching.

Yan Su woke up, opened his eyes suddenly, and stared straight ahead. After three seconds, he seemed to come back to his senses. He scratched his messy long hair, noticed a figure beside him, turned his head, I saw Yan Yan with a bright smile.

"Boss Yan, wake up." Yan Yan smiled and handed the certificate to Yan Su: "Here, the outstanding citizen award."

Yan Su was stunned for a moment, with a bewildered expression on his face. He took the certificate and flattened it out for a look. Suddenly, he couldn't laugh or cry. Looking at the crooked characters of outstanding citizens, he asked amusedly, "You wrote this word?"

With one hand on his hips, Yan Yan brushed his forehead hair to the back of his forehead with the other hand, tilted his nose, and said to himself, "Well, it's not bad."

Yan Su thought for a while, and honestly commented: "It's not pretty."

Yan Yan was not annoyed, he probably still had self-knowledge in his heart, looking at his big characters flying around and earthworms crawling around, he touched the bridge of his nose: "I have written several, and this one is the least ugly."

Yan Su put down the certificate and said softly, "Thank you."

Yan Yan scratched the back of his head, and said with embarrassment: "As long as you like it."

Yan Su put away the certificate.Yan Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets and wandered around the bakery lazily.

"How's the business?" Yan Yan asked casually, Yan Su raised his eyes: "It's okay, there are many students."

Yan Yan nodded: "Let my brothers take care of your business later."

Yan Su pursed his lower lip and remained silent.

Yan Yan wandered around, and he looked inside and out of the small bakery. There was really nothing to see, and it was not a scenic spot or a lively attraction.

Reflected through the window, Yan Yan saw Yan Su's amber eyes, watching him silently.

"Cough," Yan Yan pressed his fist to his lips, dawdled for a long time, and then said, "Boss Yan, I still have some questions to ask you."

The sweet and greasy aroma of cream cake filled his nostrils, and Yan Yan raised the tip of his nose.

"You ask." Yan Su seemed to have expected it.

"I remember the first time I saw you. You appeared at the arresting scene. I suspected that you were in collusion with the rat." Yan Yan's smile faded, and he turned around. He stood tall and tall in front of Yan Su. The shadow cast by his body was almost thinner. The whole youth is enveloped in it.

1.9 meters, full of hormones, very oppressive adult male.

Yan Su shook his head: "Oh, it's all right."

"Until now, I still doubt you." Yan Yan said in a deep voice.

Yan Su raised his eyes and looked at him silently.

"Duan Jingsheng, the former head of the Criminal Police Detachment, personally protected you. Zhao Chuan, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, clearly emphasized your innocence. The story you told at the book club was highly consistent with Zhang Zhenhai. Why did you discover Wang Weiqiang's body and you forced a confession in the interrogation room? What kind of song is Zhang Zhenhai playing, why would an ordinary person who was born, went to school and opened a shop dismantle bombs?"

Yan Yan was condescending, with eyes like a falcon, approaching him, word by word: "Boss Yan, who are you?"