part-time profiler

The arrest plan went well.

With Yan Su here, the entire criminal investigation team felt at ease.

Even Zhang Ke sighed in the earphones: "Boss Yan looks very weak, I don't know why, but with him around, I feel that the problems can be easily solved."

Yan Yan curled the corner of his lower lip, said nothing, and lowered his voice to tell the sniper to follow the two of them closely.

He returned to the police car, put on his bulletproof vest, and quietly followed Yan Su and Tong Mingyang along the route given by Zhang Ke.

Zhang Ke: "Boss, Boss Yan has entered the demolition house on the innermost corner of the front. There is no shelter around, so approach carefully. Tong Mingyang should not have noticed us so far."

"Received." Yan Yan leaned against the brick wall and huddled behind the bluestone water tank. No one came here at night, and even the street lights couldn't illuminate the place, except for the bright moon in the sky.

After a moment of noise, the action team heard Yan Su's voice. He breathed very lightly, and the tone sounded more neutral, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Yan Yan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Yan Su can't lift his shoulders and resist. It's fine skin and tender meat, is it really okay?

Police Officer Yan was inevitably worried, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind that he shouldn't drag Yan Su into the vortex of crime.

Yan Su has experienced enough.

Yan Yan clenched the gun in his hand and lost his mind. He remembered that Yan Su used to be an anti-narcotics policeman.

Anti-narcotics police are the most dangerous of all types of police, not one of them.

After working as a policeman for so many years, I know eight hundred or not one thousand anti-narcotics police officers.

He has seen some anti-narcotics police officers go undercover for more than ten years, and even his family members thought he was dead. Some anti-narcotics police officers were seriously out of touch with human society because they had been undercover for too long, and they couldn't even use a smartphone after they came out.

Countless police officers died on the front line of drug control.It even includes their family members. He saw a policeman who was threatened by drug gangs and killed his whole family because he was exposed in action.The policeman died with the drug dealers in the end.

What about Yan Su?Yan Yan thought for no reason, what happened to Yan Su?

What about his family and friends?He is only 26, and in Yan Yan's eyes, he is even a child who needs someone to take care of him in life.

At his age, Yan Siyi is alive and kicking, playing wildly, changing boyfriends every month on average, until she bumps into Xiang Mingyu.

As for Yan Yan himself, at the age of 26, he was transferred to the first division because of his outstanding performance, and he was exposed to countless important secrets.

Four years ago, Yan Su was only 22 years old, and he almost lost his life in the Golden Triangle. His body was severely injured, he could not stand the wind and rain, and he was no longer a policeman.

In his heart, will he be sad?

Yan Yan was in a daze.

In the earphones, the conversation between Yan Su and Tong Mingyang came clearly, and Tong Mingyang should be very close to Yan Su.

Yan Yan clenched his back molars.

At the end of Duantou Road, in an abandoned bungalow awaiting demolition.

Tong Mingyang turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to illuminate it.

Yan Su looked familiar, holding the back of his skirt, casually found a remnant and sat down, and asked with a smile, "How do you want to play?"

The tone was skilfully flippant.

Tong Mingyang thought to himself, what a bitch.

His salivating eyes flicked over Yan Su from top to bottom, her face was nice, somewhat familiar, with exquisite features, but the lipstick was a bit gaudy, a bright red, but it matched her clear eyes very well, like a family from a ruined family A lady, naive and not deeply involved in the world, she was forced to fall into prostitution.

This strange contradiction caused Tong Mingyang's heart to tremble.

He put down the backpack on his shoulders, opened the zipper, and took out the hemp rope.

Yan Su looked calm, his eyes moved with his hands.

"Bitch," Tong Mingyang smiled viciously, "Bound, will you?"

Yan Su raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, propped his chin with one hand, put his elbows on his knees, and looked at him: "I need to pay more."

Money is the most insignificant thing, Tong Mingyang thought to himself, a bitch is a bitch, and only money is in his eyes when he is dying.

Tong Mingyang's words made Yan Yan very upset. When he caught this thing, Officer Yan thought to himself that he had to beat him up first.

"How much do you give?" Yan Su yawned and asked with a smile.

"Thirty thousand, enough?" Tong Mingyang shook off the hemp rope in his hand and approached Yan Su.

Yan Su remained motionless, his eyes drooping, he caught a glimpse of the Swiss knife on Tong Mingyang's waist, and nodded: "OK."

Tong Mingyang tied him up, Yan Su's hands were tied behind his back, and only his two legs could move.

Tong Mingyang grabbed his leg and slid his fingertips down the smooth calf, imagining the pleasure of cutting it open.

Yan Su moved: "Itches."

Tong Mingyang gave him a hard look, grabbed his backpack, and took out his tools.

In the light of the flashlight, Yan Su squinted his eyes, and saw clearly that it was a pair of wolf claws made of stainless steel, covered with dense wolf fur, like a real wolf claw, but bigger than ordinary wolf claws.

The sharp claws reflect dangerous and dazzling light.

Tong Mingyang put on his special wolf claws.

Yan Su showed a look of sudden realization, his eyes were frightened, and he struggled: "You...you are...a murderer..."

"Jack the Ripper, have you heard of it?" Tong Mingyang grinned, approaching him faintly, his sharp claws gently sliding across Yan Su's side cheek.

With a little force, there was a slight puffing sound, the smooth skin was broken, and was pierced by the tip of the claw, bleeding everywhere.

Yan Su frowned in pain, and stepped back in fear: "You... just use this to kill them?"

"Yes..." Tong Mingyang cornered him.

The prostitute in front of him was finally no longer calm and coquettish, showing naked fear. It was the fear of death and pain, the fear of him!

Seeing blood made Tong Mingyang feel good physically and mentally. His claws slid down and followed the outline of the carotid artery, imagining the supreme pleasure when the blood splashed and destroyed everything. He is the god of these lowly women.

But the woman in front of her seemed a little different.

Tong Mingyang turned his head and looked at him with blood red eyes.

After a moment of panic, the woman calmed down and even smiled. She bent down, approached him actively, and pressed against his ear, breathing hot air into her neck. She said softly, "I've been waiting for you..."

"What?!" Tong Mingyang was taken aback by not following the routine at all, and fell to the ground when he retreated.

"What are you afraid of?" The woman crossed her legs and curled her lips together: "Do you have a cigarette, have one."

Tong Mingyang stood up suddenly, why was he frightened by a weak prostitute! ?

"Don't rush to kill me," the woman smiled at him, "You want to kill someone? I can help you, let's... take them..."

Yan Yan hid behind the water tank, holding his breath, Yan Su seemed to be speaking in his ear, he could almost feel the warm and moist heat, lingering, spinning... touching the soft pinnae.

"Kill them all," she said.

At this moment, all the policemen with communicators held their breaths, and a chill ran down their backs.

They even suspected that this reliable European foreign aid had defected.

Tong Mingyang was stunned, stared at the woman with wide eyes, and opened his mouth wide: "You...you fucking..."

"My mom does it, I do it too, I hate it, I'd appreciate it if you could kill them for me. I know a lot of..."

Yan Su quickly recalled the information about the red-light district that he had read, leaned against the wall, and continued with a smile: "Zhang Liqing, do you know him? He is so proud and arrogant, and his stomach has been fucked by men three times. He thought he was a little princess and boasted about her all the time. The name is like a fairy, the name, ha, is just a code name."

"There is also Liu Manyu, who can't afford high-end cosmetics, and bought a bunch of imitations from Weishang. Her face is rotten and she dares not see people. She calls men a beast for looks, and no one cares about the soul. A bitch , still want to exchange souls with prostitutes?"

Tong Mingyang stared at him sullenly.

The woman was talking and laughing, her eyes were full of sarcasm: "And my mother, who was pregnant with me, I couldn't find who was my father. Do you know how many men fucked her during the month she was pregnant with me?"

This woman... Tong Mingyang thought to himself, she was even more vulgar than a murderer like him.

Looking at her appearance, she looks like a charming princess who doesn't often show up in the royal family. When she speaks, she looks like a street prostitute.

"How much?" Tong Mingyang twisted his neck, tilted his head and looked at him.

Yan Su raised his index finger.

"Ten?"

"One hundred." Yan Su stepped on the ground with his legs spread apart, he was even more of a hooligan than a hooligan: "Three a day, take turns to play."

"It's so cheap." Tong Mingyang was disgusted.

"It's quite cheap." Yan Su raised his chin: "Give me a cigarette, do you have any? I'm addicted to cigarettes, and all the money I earn is given to the cigarette dealers."

Tong Mingyang thought for a while, then took out a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket pocket.

Yan Su glanced at the lighter: "This thing is quite expensive."

Tong Mingyang followed his gaze and threw the lighter back into his pocket: "Limited edition, someone else bought it, it should be."

"Boss..." Zhang Ke whispered into the earphones: "Does Boss Yan usually smoke?"

"No," Yan Yan touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, "he just likes to eat snacks."

Yan Su was handicapped, so Tong Mingyang personally handed the cigarette to his mouth.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Su shook his legs, and continued to talk about his old mother who didn't exist at all: "My mother was pregnant with a baby, and she wanted to beat me, but she didn't, do you know why?"

"Why?" Tong Mingyang noticed vigilantly that he had been led away by this woman, but he still didn't interrupt her.

"Ha," Yan Su sneered, "Because she happened to have sex with a rich man that month, and she thought I was the son of a rich man, and she thought that a mother would be able to reach the sky with a son!"

Tong Mingyang grinned after her.

"Now you understand why I want to kill them all." The darkness in Yan Su's eyes flickered, and his tone was harsh: "Because they are shameless and despicable, and they don't deserve to live in this world."

Tong Mingyang nodded, agreeing with her statement.

"Why did you kill someone?" Yan Su asked casually.

Tong Mingyang took off the wolf's claws, not in a hurry to kill this woman, she was very interesting, so he lit a cigarette for himself.

A narrow, low space filled with smoke.

"Because they are different, I am not the same kind as them." Tong Mingyang said briefly and lowly.

"Then who are you in the same category as?" Yan Su rolled his eyes, looked at the wolf's claw, and chuckled, "That thing?"

Tong Mingyang shrugged, sipped his cigarette, and coughed twice: "My mother is also a prostitute. She died for a long time, and I haven't even seen her face. My father...that's it."

Tong Mingyang stopped talking.

Yan Su blew out his cigarette butt and moved his arms: "You untie me first, I'll help you find the two girls, and we will torture them together."

Tong Mingyang looked at him vigilantly, Yan Su turned his head and looked around: "This place is not good, it's not good to hide corpses, go to my place, I have a place, you don't want to kill them and call the police right away."

Speaking of the police, Tong Mingyang sneered: "They're just a bunch of trash, thinking that they are criminals who kill people. What about those who didn't kill people? Really think of themselves as angels of justice!"

Yan Su turned his body, turned the end of the knot towards Tong Mingyang, and squinted his eyes: "I have had sex with the police, and most of them are idiots."

"You're much smarter than them," said the woman.

Maybe he found the same kind, Tong Mingyang hesitated, and finally pulled out the Swiss knife from his waist, and neatly cut the hemp rope that was entangled with Yan Su.

Yan Su rubbed his arms and picked up the small leather bag he dropped on the ground.

Tong Mingyang put the rope back into his backpack, Yan Su lowered his voice: "Don't come in, give me 5 minutes, Yan Yan."

After speaking, he cut off the communicator.

"Yan...!" Yan Yan punched the stone jar next to him: "Fuck."

"Boss, the communication with Boss Yan has been cut off, what should I do?!" Zhang Ke asked anxiously.

Yan Yan glanced at the timer, should he believe him? After 5 minutes, Yan Yan gritted his teeth: "Stand still, and when the 5 minutes are up, the arrest operation will be carried out immediately."

"Yes!"

After Yan Su finished speaking in a low voice, Tong Mingyang immediately became vigilant and shouted at him: "Who are you talking to!?"

Yan Su turned around, took off the small police headset hidden behind the big wave, and handed it to Tong Mingyang with open palms.

"Tiaozi." He said, threw the headset on the ground, and crushed it with his feet: "They are looking for someone to cooperate with arresting you. I signed up and I saw you. Don't panic, they can't find you here for the time being."

Tong Mingyang's breathing quickened, and he couldn't tell whether Yan Su was an enemy or a friend for a moment. He stared at the headset that he had crushed, and opened his mouth: "What the hell do you want?"

"Can't you tell?" Yan Su smiled, took out the mobile phone and wired earphones in the purse: "Help you."

Tong Mingyang stared at him sullenly.

"Relax, I'm familiar with this area, I'm sure they won't catch you." Yan Su pouted towards the corner of the wall: "There used to be a gutter, and the corner of the wall is easy to break open when it gets wet. Run from there later."

"Why don't you run now?" Tong Mingyang clenched his fists.

"Because there are more important things now, don't you want to know what's going on in your mind?" Yan Su handed out two earphones and put them on for Tong Mingyang himself.

Tong Mingyang was stunned, Yan Su chose the audio file and played it.

The music was introduced into Tong Mingyang's ears along the earphone cable. First, there was a sizzling noise, followed by a chanting like singing, and finally turned into a high-pitched scream of a ghost, piercing the nerves of the brain.

In an instant, Tong Mingyang's face was pale and his face was distorted. He couldn't stand up and fell directly to the ground.

Yan Su followed and squatted down, looking down at him with a blank expression on his face.

Those beautiful clear eyes were emotionless, as indifferent as a pool of stagnant water.

She was like... Tong Mingyang thought in a daze... Looking at a dead person.

"Tong Chongchun." She called out his real name.

Tong Chongchun trembled all over, as if he was facing a hundred thousand ghosts from hell, King Shura of Yama, beside the endless Yellow Spring River, there were many bones, stumped limbs and broken arms, those wide-eyed dead people were laughing strangely, coming out of the depths of darkness Suddenly, an ancient stone tablet blocked his way.

"Where is he?" Yan Su looked straight into his eyes and lowered his voice, "What does he want to do?"

Tong Chongchun was dumbfounded: "Who?"

"Is the drug factory on the fifth floor of the sanatorium related to him?" Yan Su asked.

Tong Chongchun hugged his head, the spasm-like pain made him curl up his body tightly, his brain seemed to be receiving electric shocks, the waves were churning, beating the strings of reason again and again.

"No, I don't know, it was made by my father..." Tong Chongchun groaned out of pain, but he didn't take off the earphones, as if an invisible force in the dark prevented him from reaching out to touch it. That headset.

He was imprisoned in a cage by eerie music, howling like a beast.

Yan Yan was not far away, when Tong Chongchun's desperate screams sounded from that bungalow, he heard it almost immediately.

What exactly is Yan Su doing?Yan Yan looked at the timer again, four minutes and 12 seconds.

"Your father knows him." Yan Su bent over and whispered ghostly: "You must have seen him, didn't you?"

"No..." Tong Chongchun clenched the Swiss knife on the ground, rubbed the ground with his upper body, trying to escape like a reptile.

Yan Su kept staring into his eyes for a long time, and after confirming that there was nothing to ask, he said word by word: "Tell him, as long as Yan Su is alive, as long as he is still alive, sooner or later, one day, my knife will pierce his heart .”

At the same moment, Shula, Tong Chongchun rubbed off the earphones, grabbed the Swiss knife and threw himself at Yan Su.

"Action!" Yan Yan gave an order, and rushed towards the bungalow to be demolished like an arrow from the string.He sat in the dark by the great fireplace, thick with ashes, shaking his goblet as ancient records turned and chants chanted about Satan and hell.

— "My knife will pierce his heart."

In the darkness, those cool lips evoked an imperceptible smile.

The goblet fell and fell onto the intricately patterned carpet.

Crack, fall apart.

Tong Chongchun held Yan Su down, stabbed his throat with a knife, Yan Su quickly dodged, the blade cut the side of his neck, and blood gushed out.

"Yan Su!" Yan Yan kicked the door in. Behind him, the police swarmed up and restrained Tong Chongchun.

Yan Su lay on his side on the ground, clutching his bleeding neck, his face was pale, and he turned his head when he heard the sound.

Yan Yan put away his gun, stepped forward quickly, grabbed him with both arms, and hugged him horizontally.

"I'll go by myself." Yan Su blushed, like being hugged.

"Don't talk." Yan Yan's eyes were stern, containing disapproval and obvious criticism.

Yan Su was stunned, shrunk his head, leaned against Yan Yan's chest, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Angry and funny, Yan Yan contacted emergency medical personnel and called an ambulance at the same time.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the skin was cut. Yan Su didn't go to the hospital after bandaging, he wanted to go home.

Yan Yan couldn't resist Yan Su, so he drove him back to Wanxin Community, followed Yan Su out of the car and walked to his door.

Yan Su took out the key to open the door and dawdled deliberately, but the police officer beside him had no intention of leaving at all.

Yan Su was embarrassed: "Aren't you going home?"

"No," Yan Yan said bluntly, "I won't return today."

"I only have a single bed."

"I play the floor."

"It's messy, there's no place for you to play on the floor."

"I'll clean up."

"..."

Resigned to his fate, Yan Su pushed open the door, rushed in with lightning speed, and then quickly closed the door.

Comrade Yan Yan stretched out an elbow and stood outside the door of his house, preventing Yan Su from closing the door. The two of them competed across a door.

"I don't welcome you." Yan Su said.

Yan Yan put on a straight face: "Because most of the police are idiots?"

"..." Yan Su said indifferently, "I have never had sex with the police."

"That's good." Yan Yan was a little happy: "You will find that some policemen are very resourceful."

Yan Su muttered in a low voice, "Wise? Even the gender is wrong."

Yan Yan wondered: "What gender?"

Yan Su was caught off guard and loosened the door panel. Under the action of inertia, Yan Yan fell in. Yan Su was walking towards the room, and Yan Yan's big man jumped on him, crushing Yan Su to the ground.

The two fell into a ball.

"Are you okay?" Yan Yan hugged his head, Yan Su got up from the ground with his arms: "Hurry up and get out."

"No, I have an ideological education class tonight." Yan Yan was serious.

Yan Su: "..."

In front of the round table, the two sat facing each other, each with a glass of wolfberry water.

Yan Su looked indifferent, Yan Yan said seriously: "Your behavior tonight is disorganized and undisciplined, what if something happens to you?"

The light bulb flickered.

Yan Su's heart: "..."

Yan Yan talked about the importance of organizational discipline from the professional code of the police, and from the importance of organizational discipline to how to correctly handle sudden crises.

Finally, his eyes fell on the bandage around Yan Su's neck, he sighed, and said earnestly: "Little friend, don't let the police uncle worry about you, okay?"

Yan Su pointed to the bedroom: "Uncle Policeman, I want to sleep."

The policeman's uncle spoke dryly, and Yan Su's students were completely ignored, and went in one ear and out the other.

Yan Yan had no choice but to let him go to wash with a smile.

From Yan Su's messy bedroom, Yan Yan struggled to clear out a place to stay, and used local materials to make the floor with Yan Su's clothes.

Yan Su climbed onto the bed, pulled up the quilt, and turned off the bedroom light.

The light is blocked by the curtains, and the narrow bedroom is so quiet that you can hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

It's all the smell of Yan Su.Yan Yan sniffed, distinguishing dried tofu, fruit candy, chocolate, sweet milk, instant noodles and sandwiches from the smell.

Yan Yan stretched out his hand to grab two bags of chocolates, and he touched the bottom of Yan Su's bed, a large box of assorted candies.

Yan Yan: "..."

Yan Su on the bed was breathing steadily, Yan Yan couldn't fall asleep, and called him softly: "Boss Yan?"

Yan Su turned over, Yan Yan fell silent.

"What?" Yan Su asked out loud.

Yan Yan smiled, but she didn't fall asleep as expected.

He thought of Yan Su's performance tonight, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Yan Su's performance was quite professional.

Yan Yan asked: "How did you scare Tong Chongchun?"

Yan Su lay flat, opened his eyes to look at the ceiling, and said calmly: "A pervert will only be afraid of people who are more perverted than him."

"You are not." Yan Yan thought for a while and denied, "You are not a pervert."

Yan Su grinned and laughed silently, turned his head and buried his face in the pillow, and a hazy voice came: "Aren't you wondering why I know criminals?"

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows: "Extraordinary talent?"

Yan Su laughed out loud: "Because I..."

Yan Yan rolled his eyes towards the side of the bed.

Yan Su poked his head out, those eyes stared at him silently in the darkness.

Their eyes met, but they couldn't see each other.

"I have been at the center of crime, and I left Wei Jiyuan to protect him."

"Yan Yan, one day, your gun will be aimed at me."

"Until then, honest Officer Yan," Yan Su said with a smile, "please show mercy."

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