part-time profiler

When Yan Yan walked out of the city bureau, the security guard at the gate said that Yan Su had already left by bus.

Yan Yan wanted to call Yan Su, but he took out his mobile phone and realized that he hadn't asked for Yan Su's phone number.

Resentfully, he shook his head and smiled.Yan Yan put the phone back into his pocket, turned around and drove to the parking lot.

Instead of going home, he went straight to the scene of the Ma Chao crime, at the entrance of the vegetable market on East Street, Third Ring Road.

The night falls.

Since the homicide occurred, the East Street Vegetable Market has been closed until now, and there are few people around, especially at the north entrance, where garbage is piled up like a hill, and the air is filled with a rotten and sour smell.

Yan Yan bought two masks nearby and put them on, and then approached the north entrance of the East Street Vegetable Market with the feeling that he was close to the poison gas scene and looked at death as if he were at home.

He crossed the warning tape and caught a glimpse of the young man's back from afar.

Under the leaden gray sky, the young man stood upright, motionless in front of a pile of garbage piled up with vegetables and fruits, plastic bottles and cans, dead fish and shrimp, like a statue.

Looking from the side, the statue looks extremely beautiful, like a handsome god in ancient Greece, with downcast eyes and long eyelashes trembling slightly.

In front of the young man was the scene of the corpse marked with various signs.

Yan Yan stopped, looked at him silently for a while, and then stepped forward quickly: "Boss Yan!"

Yan Su was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him, his face was still calm, he nodded, and responded, "Officer Yan."

"Coincidentally, you also came to see the scene." Yan Yan said: "There is no useful information found in the trace inspection."

Yan Su hummed lightly.

"Boss Yan."

"Ok?"

"Don't pay attention to what Daqiang said. He is not thoughtful enough. I'll let that bastard copy the selection later."

"..."

Yan Su walked around the garbage dump, looked up at the sky, the sky was getting dark, and in an instant, the street lights along the street came on one after another, and the sound of car bells clanging could be heard in the distance.

Long and melodious.

Yan Su walked back to Yan Yan, Yan Yan pinched his suit pants, squatted at the place where the body was found, and observed carefully.

What kind of person is the murderer?For what motive to kill?Is it really doing justice for the heavens?

Yan Su passed him, turned around, faced Yan Yan, fell backwards on his back, and lay on the place where the corpse was placed, even imitating the exact same posture.

Yan Yan was surprised: "Boss Yan?"

Yan Su stared straight at the sky, stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed his index finger to his lips, making a gesture of silence.

Yan Yan watched him quietly.

Time passed by every minute and every second.Occasionally someone passed by and looked at them in surprise and amazement.

It was completely dark, but the lights of the city refused to let go of the tired sky, and the colorful light converged into a huge dye vat, splashing on the endless darkness.

In the distance, some people were talking, some were crying, some were laughing, and some were complaining about their troubles tirelessly.

To die, looking at the sky, with flowers in honor of me at my feet, I was strangled, no one saw me, who sent the flowers, myself?

Yan Su reached out and touched his neck.

In my life, I lived humblely like an ant. I was conceited, but I had no ambitions. They were even worse, with poor families, ignorant parents, and despicable behavior. They are sorry for the world, they should not live, so what about me?

I want to live, but I hate myself so much.

Yan Su closed his eyes.

Psychology places great emphasis on childhood experiences. Most of the time, the mental state of an adult is related to his childhood experiences.

If the murderer killed and paid homage to his humble and inferior self, then it is very likely that he was murdered and suffered a lot in his childhood.

Inferiority and conceit coexist, humbleness and intelligence coexist.

Yan Yan was already patient, but when it came to Yan Su, his patience was overwhelmed.

After Yan Su made a silent gesture, Yan Yan was so quiet that he could hardly hear the sound of footsteps. He checked the data and researched the site, and silently waited for Yan Su's results.

The time is approaching ten o'clock in the evening.

Yan Su lay on the rubbish dump for almost two hours before slowly opening his eyes and lowering his eyelids, just in time for Yan Yan to turn his head, and the two looked at each other.

"Boss Yan..." Yan Yan frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Su got up from the garbage pile, Yan Yan stretched out his hand to give him a hand, and smiled jokingly: "It stinks, hurry back and wash."

As if Yan Su hadn't heard of it, he took a few steps forward in a daze, then turned around abruptly, and stared straight at Yan Yan.

Yan Yan looked at him with dark eyes.

"I feel like, this guy, he's had family troubles in his childhood, and the immediate family who raised him abused him."

Yan Su lowered his eyes, avoiding Yan Yan's bright eyes, and continued thoughtfully: "He has low self-esteem, and he has been living in depression and struggle. He saw his own shadow in the victims, and he killed them. People want to kill themselves."

"He empathized with them." Yan Su explained unprofessionally, hoping that Yan Yan could understand what he meant.

"He strangled himself, he sacrificed himself."

Yan Su's words became more and more chaotic, and in the end he didn't know what he was talking about, and gradually seemed at a loss.

Yan Yan stepped forward and hugged his shoulders with a light but irresistible force. He held Yan Su's wrist, clenched it tightly, stared into his eyes and ordered in a deep voice: "Yan Su, you should rest."

The corner of Yan Su's mouth twitched, and for a long time, under Yan Yan's gaze, he nodded slowly.

Yan Yan drove him back to the Wanxin community, and asked a little extra: "Can you be alone?"

Yan Su muttered: "I'm not a child."

Yan Yan laughed loudly, and sent him to the door of his house. Watching Yan Su walk in, he glimpsed the messy one-bedroom from the opened door.

Yan Yan: "..."

"Wait a minute." Yan Yan raised his hand and put his arm across the door, preventing Yan Su from closing it.

Yan Su resisted stubbornly, not letting him in: "What are you doing?"

"Get out of the way." Yan Yan said seriously.

Yan Su frowned: "This is my home."

"I know," Yan Yan repeated uncompromisingly, "Get out of the way."

After confronting for a long time, Yan Su stepped aside silently, and Yan Yan walked in, startled by the chaos in front of him.

"Boss Yan," Yan Yan turned his head and said tactfully, "If your home is burglarized, you must call the police."

Yan Su: "..."

Boss Yan lowered his head in shame.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Yan Su is a Level [-] disability in ground life.

He can overturn the cup and scald his hands by boiling hot water. He can’t learn the simple operation of the washing machine in a hurry. Cleaning can make him panting from exhaustion, so he simply doesn’t do it.

The instant noodles, bread, ham, and biscuits at home piled up like mountains, the white shirts and black trousers bought wholesale were thrown everywhere, and the bed, floor, and drawers were in a mess.

No matter what you do, eating snacks is No.1.

Yan Yan stared at the two boxes of ham sausage and biscuits, and silently supported his forehead.

"You can go." Yan Su became angry from embarrassment.

Yan Yan ignored him, took off his shoes and threw them in the entrance, stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, and found out a pair of white cotton underwear without a teacher. They were brand new. Yan Yan lowered his head and found several large bags of new underwear stuffed in the drawer. panties.

It seems that this person didn't think about washing it, just throw it away after wearing it.

Seeing him pinching his underwear, Yan Su was so ashamed and indignant that he wanted to push Yan Yan to the ground and beat him violently. His ears were burning, and he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Go take a bath, stinky ghost." Yan Yan pinched his nose in a gesture, amused: "You stink to death."

Yan Su's nose twitched, he stared at Yan Yan, and said bluntly, "Hurry up and get out."

"You go take a shower first." Yan Yan handed him his underwear, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and laughed cheekily: "Brother, get out after you finish washing."

These two ha, out of sight, out of mind.Yan Su snatched the underwear, pulled on the sandals, turned and went into the bathroom.

"Yan Su," Yan Yan asked as if remembering from behind him, "Does the water heater work?"

He was answered by a heavy slam on the door.

Yan Yan shrugged his shoulders, shook his head with a smile, looked back at the room as if it was a mess after being burglarized, put his hands on his hips, sighed amusingly, bent over and began to tidy up.

Yan Su dawdled in the bathroom for a long time, waiting for Yan Yan to leave, but there was always a figure walking back and forth outside the door.

Yan Su was dizzy from being washed by the hot water, the steam was so hot that he couldn't even breathe freely, so he slowly opened the bathroom door.

I don't know if the door doesn't open, but I'm startled when the door opens.

The kennels are brand new, clean and tidy like a royal housekeeper.

Even Yan Su with Bingshan's face was stunned. He raised his foot and stepped lightly on the wooden floor.

The smell of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar wafted from the kitchen, Yan Su shrugged his nose, walked over, and saw Yan Yan's tall figure wandering in the kitchen.

Comrade Yan Yan, the head of the criminal police detachment, hummed a ditty while frying side dishes. White noodles were boiled in a pot, and there was a mixing bowl next to it.

"Officer Yan..." Yan Su muttered like a mosquito.

Yan Yan looked back at him and smiled: "Didn't eat anything tonight, so get some supper. There are noodles in your refrigerator. You will eat them soon. Brother will bring you delicious food tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Yan Su nodded stiffly and dully.

When Yan Su asked for noodles, Yan Yan left.

Before Comrade Yan Yan left, he did not forget to tell Yan Su meaningfully: "If there is a thief at home, you must call the police."

Yan Su: "..."