part-time profiler

Lucky people use their childhood to heal their lives, and unlucky people use their lives to heal their childhood.

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"Boss!" Shen Jia reported through the communicator: "Zhou Qiaolian went out with Hou Yulei, and the whereabouts of the two are unknown!"

Yan Yan frowned: "Does Hou Yuping know where they went?"

"I don't know, she doesn't talk, so it's useless for me to ask..." Shen Jia walked a few steps, chose a secluded corner to stand still, and said in a low voice: "Boss, why don't you ask a child psychologist to come and see me? Seeing that the little girl is too stimulated."

If she finds out that the only brother who treats her well is a murderer, she will probably collapse.

Yan Yan turned on the speakerphone, and everyone around could hear it. Zheng Lin said anxiously: "At this point, where can I ask for a psychologist?"

Liu Binhe set his sights on Yan Su tacitly.

Zhang Ke stood in front of the computer desk, mobilizing the monitoring available throughout the city, trying to find clues about the suspect.

"Captain Yan, why don't you try Boss Yan?" Liu Bin asked.

Yan Yan frowned. He also had the same intention. It depends on whether Yan Su, an "expert" who is not an expert, can do it. He looked at Yan Su.

Yan Su was very calm, he didn't seem to be affected by the anxiety around him, he nodded: "OK."

Yan Yan took Yan Su to Hou Yuping's house.

Hou Yuping sat on the dilapidated leather sofa with holes in it, raised her eyes cautiously, she saw Yan Su, she was slightly startled, then buried her head down again, and sat in the corner dejectedly, without saying a word.

Yan Su looked around.

An old house in disrepair, two bedrooms and one living room, small in size, water leaks from the corner ceiling, soaked in a ring of stains, doors and windows are closed, green and gray curtains are drawn tight, and unwashed dishes are still soaked in the kitchen.

Pirated books, ballpoint pens, ashtrays, medicine boxes, hairpins, rubber rings are piled up messily on the coffee table, and hemp ropes are randomly thrown in the corners.

Jay Chou posters and calendars hang on the plastered walls.

There was an anime sticker next to Jay Chou's poster, and Yan Su recognized that it was a character from a novel that was recently popular among primary and middle school students.

Yan Su didn't seem to be in a hurry to ask Hou Yuping, he walked around the house leisurely, looking around.

Hou Yuping raised her eyes curiously, glanced at him, glanced at Yan Yan and Shen Jia behind Yan Su, and quickly lowered her head.

Yan Yan was surprisingly patient with Yan Su, even at the critical moment when the murderer was about to commit an attack, he still believed in Yan Su and did not urge him to deal with Hou Yuping quickly.

Shen Jia's eyes wandered back and forth between Yan Yan and Yan Su, thought for a long time, and then silently closed her mouth.

Yan Su finally spoke: "You go out first, I will stay with her alone for a while."

"Okay." Without saying a word, Yan Yan pulled Shen Jia out, and led him to the door by the way.

Shen Jia chuckled: "Boss, you are so kind to Boss Yan."

Yan Yan knocked her head off, and smiled: "To treat the people, you must treat the people like a father, with the warmth of spring in your arms."

Shen Jia pursed her lips, smiled, and didn't speak.

In the room, Yan Su pulled up a bench and sat down beside Hou Yuping.

Hou Yuping wore a long-sleeved shirt, which had gradually faded and turned white after being washed many times.

"Did brother leave after breakfast?" Yan Su asked her softly.

Hou Yuping was startled, she didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, she waited for a long time before she nodded numbly.

"My mother..." Yan Su said suddenly, "A long time ago, she passed away."

Hou Yuping fixed her eyes on him with a faint light.

"She taught me a lot. When we were young, we lived on the edge of the desert, a huge desert." Yan Su stretched out his hands and gestured, "They have a huge base there, and my mother sent me to train. It was very tiring at that time Every morning, when my mother prepares breakfast for me, she presses on my shoulder and tells me that something good will happen today."

"Every day?" Hou Yuping opened her mouth, her voice dry.

Yan Su nodded, determined, and smiled: "Every day."

"Then... your mother must be very good," Hou Yuping looked sadly, "My mother doesn't cook at all."

"You still have an older brother, don't you?" Yan Su said.

Hou Yuping raised her head and blinked her eyes: "Yes. Why do you live in the desert? What kind of base?"

"Hmm..." Yan Su thought for a while, and explained without embarrassment: "The base for training soldiers."

"Oh, you are a policeman, you must be trained." Obviously, Hou Yuping would not be so stupid as to believe that they were just school teachers.

Yan Su blushed slightly, touched the tip of his nose, and said softly: "Actually, I hated her quite a bit at that time, I didn't want to stay there, I was too tired, every day was training."

Hou Yuping crossed her arms in front of her.

Yan Su looked into her eyes and asked, "Can I see your arm?"

Hou Yuping flinched, but Yan Su's eyes were so clear that she seemed to be able to see through everything, and it was useless to conceal it. Hou Yuping hesitated for a while, then rolled up her sleeves.

Yan Su held her wrist, the tentacles were the skeleton, and there were two or three pinholes on the bluish skin, glaringly tight.

"Mom pierced it?"

Hou Yuping lowered her eyes: "Yes."

"Does it hurt?"

"Uncomfortable." Hou Yuping sniffed, tears welled up from the corners of her eyes: "It hurts."

Yan Su lowered his head and took a deep breath. Feeling a little depressed, he stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes with his thumb.

Hou Yuping felt a strange warmth from the slightly cold fingertips, and the balance of trust gradually tilted towards Yan Su.

"Do you hate mom?"

"Hate it." Hou Yuping didn't hesitate.

"why?"

"She called me and my brother are bastards." Hou Yuping's voice became louder, showing a little excitement, "Obviously she is...she is, crazy, crazy woman! When she gets sick, she beats us. Kneel down and beg brother to forgive her, why should she!"

Yan Su didn't speak, and listened silently to Hou Yuping's vent.

The little girl stood up, kicking the wall anxiously and restlessly.

Yan Su sat on the small bench, and after a long while, said quietly and in a low voice: "My mother is dead, she was killed by those people in order to save me."

Hou Yuping looked back at him.

"Mom taught me many things, the most important thing is what is lost." Yan Su turned his lips away, with a faint smile: "Her death made me understand that I don't want to lose her."

"I'd rather she die!" Hou Yuping screamed.

Yan Su shook his head: "What about brother, do you want to lose him?"

Hou Yuping took two steps back, fell to the ground, put her knees together, and cried distraughtly.

"At least, you can save him before he does something irreparable, can't you?"

How could he bear the charge of killing his mother to the end of his life?

Killing Zhou Qiaolian will not solve the knot, it will only increase resentment in vain, causing the surviving sister to lose the rest of her relatives in this world, and making her bear all the infamy behind him.

"You..." Hou Yuping wailed loudly, "Save my brother!—"

Yan Su walked out of Hou Yuping's house, his steps were unsteady, he tripped over the threshold, and was about to fall, Yan Yan quickly caught him.

"They're behind the Chuancheng River in the west district, in a cabin halfway up the mountain." Yan Sufan grabbed Yan Yan's arm tightly: "Go!"

Yan Yan stared at him deeply, nodded heavily, and turned his head to wink at Shen Jia, leaving the two policemen to accompany Yan Su and Hou Yuping, and turned around to lead them to the cabin.

Zhou Qiaolian never thought that one day it would become like this, her own son swung the butcher knife at his mother.

Hou Yulei tied her into a zongzi, but was not in a hurry to kill her, he seemed to enjoy it very much, the mother's terrified and desperate expression.

Zhou Qiaolian was trembling like a chicken pecking rice: "Yulei, what are you doing? I'm your mother!"

Hou Yulei smiled, that smile was gloomy and terrifying, he was wearing glasses, the lenses were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and he was holding a blood-red silk scarf in his hand, shaking in the wind.

"I don't have a mother!" The young man's skinny face was distorted and ferocious, and he laughed wildly: "I'm just a fucking bastard!"

Zhou Qiaolian was frightened, Hou Yulei was like a madman, his hands were convulsed, he was too excited.

Everything ends today.

Henceforth, ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

"You're crazy." Zhou Qiaolian's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and she murmured in a daze, "You're crazy too."

"I'm fucking crazy, Zhou Qiaolian, I'm going to die, and you're going to die too!" Hou Yulei laughed strangely: "We're all dead!"

Zhou Qiaolian was trembling, her whole body was cold, her mouth was wide open, she begged sadly: "Yulei, mom knows you hate me, don't blame mom, if it weren't for your beast father, would our mother and son be like this today!"

"Yu Lei, why don't you seek revenge on your father!" Zhou Qiaolian burst into tears.

"Pretend, how can you pretend." Hou Yulei held the silk scarf with both hands, and twisted each end of the scarf in his hands, wrapping around Zhou Qiaolian's throat like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

"Hey..." Zhou Qiaolian's face was flushed from red to blue when her throat was broken. She struggled with all four limbs. Soon, the struggle became weaker, and her two eyeballs turned up, revealing white eyeballs.

She was going to die, Hou Yulei was exhausted and excited, she was finally going to die.

At the critical moment, the fragile wooden door of the cabin was kicked open.

Yan Yan led people in and rushed in without giving Hou Yulei a chance to react. Shen Jia and Zheng Lin rushed forward from left to right. Shen Jia skillfully pulled out the handcuffs and handcuffed Hou Yulei, and pushed him to the ground. Zheng Lin checked Zhou Qiaolian's condition .

Yan Yan took out his mobile phone and called the emergency team.

After learning that Zhou Qiaolian was not dead, Hou Yulei confessed to all the crimes.

Yan Yan got Hou Yulei's hospital examination report, the corner of his mouth twitched, and handed the report to Hou Yulei: "The hospital misdiagnosed you, you are not pancreatic cancer, you took the wrong X-ray."

Hou Yulei held the report card, his hands trembling, and after a while, tears and snot fell from his nose.

Zheng Lin, who searched Hou Yulei's house, came back, took a few gulps from the water cup, and then spat: "Damn, guess what we found in his house."

He Wei Liu Bin's face was very ugly, and the three people in charge of the search seemed to be quite frightened.

Shen Jia was curious: "What did you find out?"

Zheng Lin's face darkened, and he fell into the swivel chair: "Skull, Lin's forensic doctor has examined it. The male skull is packed in a black travel bag, and there are a few strands of hair."

"... Whose?" Shen Jia's back felt cold.

Zheng Lin raised his eyelids and shrugged his shoulders.

The DNA test results of the hair in the travel bag came out, which was highly consistent with Hou Yulei, and the skull belonged to Hou Yulei's biological father.

The animal father who had disappeared for many years had already been slaughtered by Zhou Qiaolian twice.

After the case was over, a group of criminal police detachment held a meeting.

Comrade Yan Yan made a speech: "So, don't piss off women."

Comrade Shen Jia took the lead in applauding. The male compatriots in the detachment were all defeated by Shen Jia's subordinates in the combat assessment.

After the meeting ended, Yan Yan picked up the folder and walked out of the conference room.

Yan Su was waiting for him at the door of the reception room. Yan Yan smiled and walked up to meet him quickly: "Boss Yan, are you still here?"

"I helped you," Yan Su raised the corners of his eyes and glanced at him, "you should buy me a meal."

Yan Yan laughed loudly, and put his arm on Yan Su's shoulder: "Okay, Boss Yan, what do you want to eat tonight?"