part-time profiler

Chapter 37 Jack the Ripper Wolf

Behind the forest, the hands of the gold-plated pocket watch point to the Roman numeral six directly below.

"10 minutes." A deep voice sounded.

The pocket watch closed and hummed softly.

"It's too late..." There was an inexplicable smile on the man's lips: "Yan."

"Close the team." He said lightly, turned around and walked deep into the forest.

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"Baby—" Officer Yan turned the steering wheel sharply, the rubber tires rubbed against the ground frantically, and screamed loudly.

The engine roared like a monster, and the chest vibrated.

Da Ben turned his head in a tight fit, the huge iron block was extremely flexible at this moment, rushing out of the nursing home like an arrow off the string.

"You are too light." Officer Yan smiled.

Yan Su sat in the co-pilot, his heart beating gradually stabilized, he took off the white coat covering his body, and threw it into the back seat of the car.

"I found a drug manufacturing factory on the fifth floor of the nursing home." Yan Su said, "Ma, yellow grass, semi-finished liquid ephedrine."

Yan Yan's smile faltered, and his eyes suddenly became serious. He turned his head and glanced at the sanatorium building that was getting far away, and said in a deep voice, "I will contact the anti-drug detachment immediately."

"Is the anti-drug team still in charge of the criminal police team?" Yan Su asked casually. He remembered that in the past, drug control was also under the jurisdiction of criminal investigation.

"It's been reorganized." Yan Yan replied: "The criminal investigation team has an anti-drug team. In theory, their boss is still me, but in fact, the anti-drug team leader is directly responsible to the director, the provincial anti-drug team and the party committee."

"We handle a small amount of drug cases, but the large factory cases will be handed over to them."

"Oh..." Yan Su nodded, he couldn't understand these messy power systems.

"Tongjia, it's unusual." Yan Yan sighed.

On the way, Yan Yan quickly contacted Huang Haofan, the captain of the anti-drug team, and the other party immediately mobilized special police to support, and the field team of the criminal investigation team came immediately after receiving the news.

Yan Yan asked Zhang Ke to make a report and apply for the arrest of the major suspect Tong Mingyang.

The two rushed to the elevated road and went to the nearest hospital to treat their wounds.

Yan Yan is okay, his skin is rough and his flesh is thick and he is very durable, except for a little scrape, there is nothing wrong with it.

Yan Su had a very small amount of acid-corroded burns on his body. The doctor said that there was nothing serious except for a scar the size of a thumb.

Yan Yan felt distressed: "It's not good-looking."

Yan Su had black lines all over his head, he shook his arms, and said indifferently, "It will be gone in a few days."

Yan Yan patted him on the shoulder. At that time, he didn't know that Yan Su's words were literal and did not comfort him.

All the injuries on Yan Su's body will heal and disappear at an incredible speed in a short time without leaving any traces.

The two left the hospital and were taken back to the nursing home.

The sanatorium was in a mess, and the SWAT team sealed off the scene, leaving behind relevant personnel in the sanatorium.

Yan Su counted, and together with the dead nurse, there were only eight people in the hospital.

This nursing home is not open to the public at present, and the only two patients are Tong Chongchun and Tong Chuanhua.

The nitrification reaction did not blow up the entire building, and Yan Su knew in his heart that that amount was not enough.

However, the fifth floor was completely destroyed, and the whole building was cracked. The special police team transferred Tong Chongchun and Tong Chuanhua to the ambulance.

The sun is setting, and the sky is getting darker.

Transfer irrelevant personnel, the police began to clean up the scene.

In fact, the scene was very "clean". Except for the remains of drug-making tools and items, there was no sign of mercenaries coming.

There was no bullet or shell casing, and the bullet with the thorn pattern that Yan Su saw disappeared out of thin air, and even the nurse who died tragically and the bullet in her head disappeared together.

Huang Haofan wondered: "Old Yan, is there really a large-scale armed attack?"

"Yes." Yan Yan was determined.

Wearing gloves, Huang Haofan pointed to the bombed-out fifth floor, and then looked suspiciously at Yan Su: "Why do I think he is the suspect."

Yan Su looked indifferent.

"Wait a minute," Huang Haofan circled around Yan Su and clapped his fists, "You, are you that one!"

"You've got the wrong person." Yan Su flatly denied.

"How is it possible," Huang Haofan said, "Four years ago during the Golden Triangle operation, I went to Burma with Brother Duan. Many brothers died at that time. If it wasn't for the sharp knife single-handedly entering the drug lord's stronghold and turning the tide, that operation would have been a disaster. "

"Sharp knife?" Yan Yan suddenly turned around: "Sharp knife?!"

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The two sat side by side on the rocks on the hillside, the rainforest was sweltering, Yan Yan asked her with a smile: "Everyone has ideals, and my ideal is to join the Falcon, the Falcon Commando, have you heard of it, the most powerful special force in our country?" force!"

She lowered her eyes, held a small knife in her hand, and scratched back and forth on the rock.

"I'm just a knife." She whispered, "The sharpest knife."

Weapons, different from people, have no ideals, no beliefs, only blood and killing.

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"It's not me," Yan Su glanced at him sideways, "The sharp knife is already dead."

Huang Haofan opened his mouth, let out an ah, and sighed with his hands on his hips: "I've only seen him once, and he looks exactly like you in profile. Hey, if you really say that he is still alive, that would be a miracle. When we found the sharp knife, he was covered in blood. There is not a whole piece of skin." "Blood is everywhere." Huang Haofan lowered his voice: "Almost... by drug lords..."

Yan Su: "...shut up."

"She's dead?" Yan Yan asked hastily, Yan Su and Huang Haofan looked at him at the same time.

Yan Yan looked confused, and his voice trembled a little: "You said, the sharp knife died?"

Yan Su's eyes flickered for a long time, before he nodded slightly: "He's dead, he sacrificed his life for the country, he died bravely, and made first-class merit."

Yan Su commented indifferently: "Death deserves it."

Yan Yan turned around and returned to the car in a daze.

Huang Haofan was surprised: "What's wrong, I haven't seen Lao Yan's appearance before, as if he has lost his love? What's going on?"

Yan Su frowned slightly, and was also a little puzzled: "I don't know, maybe... I'm hungry."

Huang Haofan: "..."

Comrade Yan Yan, who had lost his first love, had no intention of catching a thief, so he took a night off and drove straight to the bar street after leaving the nursing home.

He first sent Yan Su back to Wanxin Community, Yan Su looked at him as something wrong, thought about it, and said helplessly, "I'll accompany you."

Yan Yan's eyes were red, and he smiled: "Okay."

In the middle of the night, two big men entered the bar by the river one after the other.

Yan Yan asked for a private room and asked the waiter to deliver three boxes of beer, wiping tears while drinking.

It's like mourning a concubine, and those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

When the waiter came in, Yan Yan was holding Yan Su's hand, yelling in despair: "Why didn't you save her! Why?!"

Yan Su was in the state of being an old monk, and let Yan Yan hold him, with an indifferent expression on his face.

The waiter quickly imagined a rivalry scene in his mind, put down the beer, closed the door and slipped away.

"When he dies, he dies," Yan Su was speechless, "What does it have to do with you. He has no family, no friends, and no one cares when he disappears. Why do you feel sad for someone who is dispensable?"

Yan Yan let go of him, and slapped the table with his palm, blushing and choking thickly: "She is my first love! If she dies, she dies! Boss Yan, you can't say that..."

Yan Su: "..." Huh? ? ? ?

"First, first love?" Yan Su was shocked: "You, aren't you straight..."

Yan Yan glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, not understanding what it had to do with being straight or not, he sat up and said, "That's right. My first love, a girl whose strength is beyond the charts, you should have seen her, especially pretty."

"She's the prettiest I've ever seen..." Yan Yan paused, looked at Yan Su's face, and continued: "Girl."

Yan Su: "..."

As expected of a purebred Erha with the lowest IQ, he can even admit his gender wrong.

"Well," Yan Su showed sympathy, "As expected of you."

Yan Yan drank some wine, played sad blues, and babbled about his first love.

Yan Su fumbled with the phone, playing with Snake Snake, and listened calmly to Erha's story about his first love affair.

"I've never seen such a special girl..." Yan Yan said, "Like a boy."

Yan Su tilted his hand, the snake's head hit the wall, game over.

Yan Yan chattered endlessly: "It looks thin and small, and the muscles on the arms are harder than mine when stretched."

"She's good everywhere," Yan Yan looked up at the sky and muttered softly, "It's just that her chest is flat..."

Yan Su tilted his hand, and the snake hit the wall for the second time, GAME OVER.

"What if he's really a boy?" Yan Su asked curiously, "Do you still like him?"

Old Yan Yan blushed: "I like it... I like her. If she wasn't only 16 years old, I would have proposed to her and had a beautiful baby."

Comrade Lao Yan was dreaming, and scenes of warm scenes of wives and children on the kang appeared in his mind.

However, in a haze, the face of his first love turned into Yan Su's.

Yan Yan was shocked, and the beer bottle in his hand fell to the ground because he lost his grip.

Crash, the golden wine scattered.

Yan Su comforted him by his ear: "Officer Yan, please let me be sorry."

Yan Yan turned his head and stared at him with two eyes.

Yan Su was vigilant: "What's wrong?"

Yan Yan suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just sad. Boss Yan, you go back first, I'll be alone for a while."

"Are you okay?" Yan Su was not at ease.

Yan Yan smiled at him: "It's okay."

Yan Su thought for a while, got up and left, and flashed a call to Xiao Liu, asking him to come and watch the drunk Erha.

At home, ate instant noodles, washed his face, brushed his teeth, took a shower and went to bed, Yan Su closed his eyes.

Going to the tropical rainforest of South America to participate in the international special individual combat competition was his first contact with real human society after leaving the isolated prison in the desert.

Maybe it was because he was too tired during the day, but Yan Su slept very deeply that night, it was rare that he didn't have a nightmare.

Woke up early the next morning, and the sun was rising.

Yan Su was startled, quickly got up from the bed, changed his clothes with a toothbrush in his mouth, turned on his phone, and Yan Yan sent him a WeChat message at six in the morning.

He didn't reply, Yan Yan guessed that he was still sleeping, let him have a good rest.

Yan Su went to the city bureau by himself.

In the criminal investigation office, Yan Yan was having a meeting: "Is there any way to let him return to China for extradition?"

Yan Su stood at the door, looking at Yan Yan.

Erha seems to be healed, the emotional wounds he has suffered are tightly wrapped under his capable and handsome appearance, and he can't see the shadow of crying last night.

He must be able to come out by himself.Yan Su thought for no reason.

Yan Yan spotted him out of the corner of his eyes, turned his head to Yan Su, and raised his hand: "Find a place to sit."

Liu Bin handed Yan Su a stool.

Yesterday's drug manufacturing factory has been handed over to the anti-drug team. The immediate task of the criminal investigation team is to catch the murderer of the werewolf case. The central government and the provincial department are required to report the progress of the case every day.

As long as the murderer is not caught, the people will not be at peace.

Yan Yan is having a meeting to discuss how to get Tong Mingyang, who is in the United States, to return to China.

After the meeting was over, Yan Yan walked straight to Yan Su, Yan Su stood up, and the two looked at each other.

"How's the situation?" Yan Su asked.

Yan Yan handed him the materials in his hand: "The Cangxi police have Zhao Zhigang's whereabouts, and they are currently collecting the net, and they will be arrested within two days. As for Tong Mingyang, Shen Jia and Zheng Lin sent back news from South Korea..."

Yan Su opened the folder.

"This is the list of medical personnel responsible for treating the Tong family brothers after the car accident." Yan Yan said, "Take a look."

They are all professional physicians from South Korea, and there is even a plastic surgeon among them.

"I think, combined with what we found in the nursing home yesterday, and Korean plastic surgery..." Yan Yan hesitated to speak.

Yan Su had a good understanding with him, and instantly understood what he meant: "Change faces."

"Yes, it's very possible that the two are similar in height and shape." Yan Yan pointed to the plastic surgeon's name: "I can't contact this person. Shen Jia said that this person did not belong to the hospital that treated the Tong brothers at that time."

Yan Yan paused, and said in a deep voice, "He's missing."

"so……"

"High probability." Yan Yan with his hips on his hips: "Just wait for the Cangxi police to catch Zhao Zhigang and see if he can get something out of his mouth."

"Wu Yonggui's wife, can you find out anything?" Yan Su asked.

Yan Yan shook his head: "No, this Wu Yonggui loves his wife very much. He keeps it a secret, and his wife doesn't know anything."

Those who know nothing are the safest.

Yan Su put down the information: "You said Tong Mingyang is still abroad?"

"Ah."

"I have a solution," Yan Su twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let him fall into the trap."

In the afternoon of the same day, the Ningbei Municipal Bureau sent a message to the people of the city through the local news media.

The murderer of the werewolf case has been arrested and brought to justice. The murderer confessed to the crime. The murderer admitted to the crime of sexual violence. After killing the victim, the murderer even took away the money from the victim.His despicable, despicable, cruel and heinous behavior.

The local news station began to broadcast the news in rotation and posted it on the Internet, which caused an uproar for a while.

Tong Mingyang, who was far away abroad, was always paying attention to domestic news. At this moment, seeing this news, he became furious, smashed everything in the house that could be smashed, asked his assistant to buy a plane ticket, and returned home overnight.

It's night, in the red light district of Ningbei City.

Feasting and feasting, drunk with money.

Yan Su wore a red corset skirt, a big wavy wig, stepped on high heels, and walked out of the temporary dressing room with a small leather bag.

Yan Yan covered his nose and asked bitterly, "Are you really going?"

Yan Sunahan: "What are you doing covering your nose?"

"It's so beautiful, I'm afraid of nosebleeds." Yan Yan teased, Yan Su's head was full of black lines.

Zhang Ke raised his hand: "Boss, they are all in ambush!"

"Go?" Yan Yan stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

Yan Su pursed his lower lip and held out his paws. Yan Yan grabbed him and led him like a gentleman to get out of the police car hidden in the alley.

Yan Su leaned on Yan Yan's body, Yan Yan put one arm around him, and rubbed his chest with the other pretending to be restless.

Although he was acting, Officer Yan was still a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Boss Yan, I offended you."

"He's here." Yan Su didn't seem to listen to him, grabbed Yan Yan's collar, slammed against the wall, tiptoed and kissed him.

It was just getting close, not really kissing.

Yan Yan looked at Yan Meiren, who was close at hand, and was suddenly distracted. He suddenly lowered his head, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed the back of Yan Su's head with the other, the fake show was real.

Yan Su's eyes widened: "...Mmm!"

Tong Mingyang was wearing a jacket and a hood, with his hands in his trouser pockets, wandering the streets of the red light district.

Without Wu Yonggui and Zhao Zhigang as his right-hand men, he had no choice but to go out and find a partner himself.

Ever since he saw the news that the murderer had been arrested, he couldn't control his anger, as if the fruits of victory had been stolen halfway.

Tong Mingyang knew that the gang of useless police had arrested the wrong person, and he was very angry. This should be his masterpiece, why should an insignificant person take over his reputation! ! !

He is the famous killer wolf! !

Tong Mingyang gritted his teeth with hatred, he was unwilling to give up this title to others, he had to find someone tonight, committed a crime again boldly, and announced to the mediocre and humble world that those incompetent policemen couldn't catch him, and he would let him They were terrified.

"Boss Yan..." Between the kisses, Yan Yan's voice was hoarse: "He looked at us."

In the headset, Zhang Ke's calm voice sounded: "Boss, the target is approaching, and the sniper is already in position."

Yan Su rested his hands on Yan Yan's chest, lowered his eyelids, and bit Yan Yan's neck sideways.

Officer Yan found that Comrade Xiao Yan under his crotch was ready to go.

"Yan... Boss Yan..." Yan Yan thought to himself that he would not be able to be a straight man of steel.

At least in Yan Su's place, this person's design is completely broken!

Yan Su seemed to be focusing on observing Tong Mingyang's changes, and didn't notice Yan Yan poking his big brother in the waist. He held Yan Yan's shoulders, like any professional prostitute on the street, getting close to her customer, skillfully Rubbing between his legs with his thigh, Yan Yan couldn't help snorting.

"Yan Yan," Yan Su whispered, "Let me face him and let him see me."

Yan Yan endured his sorrow, put his arms around Yan Su, turned against the guest, and pressed Yan Su against the moss-covered brick wall. The tall man bowed his head and kissed his neck tenderly.

Yan Su's cheeks were flushed, his chest heaved rapidly, and his winking eyes were like silk, seeming to have missed Tong Mingyang who was staring at the two of them tightly.

Yan Su even showed him a wanton smile.

Tong Mingyang's scalp was numb, and his hands in his pockets were clenched instantly, damn it, he thought, that's all!

"Yan Yan," Yan Su held down the man's furry head, "Okay, let go."

Yan Yan pressed him like a mountain, refusing to let him go, and leaned against his ear, with a low voice: "It's too dangerous."

"Officer Yan, we are the police." Yan Su said indifferently.

Yan Yan was startled, and let go of him.

Yan Su turned around, smiling brightly: "Then, see you tomorrow night."

"Okay..." Like a prostitute who couldn't stop, the man chased him with fiery eyes and nodded eagerly: "See you tomorrow night."

Yan Su turned his back, pretending to be unintentional, and walked towards Tong Mingyang.

The author has something to say: the liver is a little happy after finishing this chapter

Rounding they've already done it!

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