part-time profiler

"No matter who he is loyal to, it is definitely not someone in our team." Huang Haofan made a final decision.

"This recording," Yan Yan raised his hands and wiped his face, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you handed it in?"

"Not yet." Huang Haofan said: "At present, only you and me, the two of us will hear the content."

"what do you want me to do?"

"Investigate that friend next to you." Huang Haofan supported the table with both hands: "Old Yan, do you know how many people we sacrificed for the Golden Triangle operation back then? Those brothers who died are all watching from the sky."

Yan Yan was silent. These people have sworn to protect justice and this land, and they will give everything at all, but when danger comes, even their closest people cannot let it go.

——"For the sake of duty, you will definitely kill your relatives righteously." Under the setting sun, Yan Su said flatly.

It seemed that at that time, he had predicted the situation today.

"There are too many doubts about Jiandao. For example, what was the source of his news back then, some of which even Mogan himself didn't know. Also, is there someone hiding behind him? Four years ago, after Mogan was wiped out, the entire The underground world was in an uproar, and a reward of one million dollars was offered for the head of the knife."

"But later, the reward ended without a problem. According to the informant, a mysterious person stopped it. How powerful is that person, who can single-handedly settle the entire underground world." Huang Haofan stretched out his arms: "Old Yan, what did you do?" I have been in the anti-narcotics police for so long, and I feel more and more that criminals today are not like before."

"In the past, they were scattered and committed more crimes by individuals, but now most of them are organized into groups. Their structure is exactly the same as that of large enterprises. It is like a giant ship sailing at sea. The captain is at the helm to direct the course, and everyone on board has to obey him."

Huang Haofan stood up and approached the expressionless Yan Yan: "I want to know what the relationship between the sharp knife... and the captain of the underground world is...."

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Yan Su received an e-mail from his long-unused private mailbox. The whole e-mail only had one sentence: havefun.

Yan Su stared at that sentence for a long while, and clicked to delete.

Yan Yan got off work early and went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients. When Yan Su got home, he was already cooking in the kitchen with his apron on.

Yan Su pushed open the door, and smelled the wonderful aroma of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

Yan Yan stuck his upper body out from the kitchen, looked at him with a smile: "I'm back."

"Yeah." Yan Su changed his shoes in the entrance, passed by the living room, and found two pots of green plants in the corner, and succulents on the coffee table.

Single suite, a bit cramped.Yan Su thought for a while, whether to change to a bigger house.He thought of his little savings, and felt more and more imminent to make money.

"Baby," Yan Yan was making roasted beef brisket with tomato. He brought out cooked red shrimp and seafood soy sauce and put them on the dining table.

The prawns are live prawns bought today, which are much more expensive than frozen prawns, and the taste is relatively tender.

"Thank you." Yan Su sat at the dining table, and Yan Yan threw the paper bag to him.

The kitchen lights were dim, Yan Su turned his head sideways, his light-colored eyes fixed on the busy Yan Yan.

As soon as Yan Yan turned around, he found that Yan Su was looking at him. He was slightly startled, and immediately leaned against the door, put his hands on his hips, shook his legs and said, "Do you think my brother is in good shape, and want to have a show before dinner?"

Yan Su silently lowered his head, peeling the shrimp expressionlessly.

Yan Yan cut the tomato into pieces, put it into the pot, mixed it with the beef, drenched it with juice, simmered it over medium heat, and then fried the shredded pork with green peppers. His skillful movements can be called a model of a chef.

Yan Su cleaned up the prawns on the dinner plate in twos and twos, and Yan Yan's beef was not cooked yet. He pulled on his slippers and went to the living room to watch TV, but Yan Su never watched TV, nor did he watch the news. For a long time, the screen stayed on the cross talk show, got up and went to the kitchen to ask Yan Yan: "Can you help me?"

"No need." Yan Yan was afraid that Yan Su, a Level [-] handicapped person living on the ground, would get more and more busy helping him.

Yan Su felt that he was rejected, so he went back to the living room silently, and sat on the sofa to play with Snake.

When the food was served, Yan Su sniffed the smell and was caught by Yan Yan and pushed back to the sofa.

"Baby," Yan Yan asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Su always felt that Yan Yan was hiding a knife in his smile, he slightly widened his eyes, nodded for a while.

"Brother specially cooked a table of delicious dishes for you today, and I promise to feed you." Yan Yan's hand pressing his shoulders suddenly moved down: "But first, we have to finish things first."

Yan Su frowned slightly.

Yan Yan unbuttoned his trouser waist and pulled it down, revealing two smooth and firm thighs.

Yan Su curled up, Yan Yan lowered his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

"Yan Yan," Yan Su said softly, "Let's talk after dinner, I'm hungry."

"Well," Yan Yan's eyes were slightly red, "I know."

Yan Su noticed that he was not in the right mood, reached out and hooked Yan Yan's cheek, and touched the stubble of his beard: "Is something wrong?"

Yan Yan looked up, his eyes met, he grinned: "No."

There are no traces on Yan Su's thighs, except for a section of tender white that is as thick as a little finger at the base of the thighs, which is the newly grown flesh after the scars have healed, and is lighter in color than the surrounding area.If Yan Su hadn't lived in the desert and Southeast Asia since he was a child, he might be so white.

The color of pearl and jade.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Yan suddenly asked, but Yan Su didn't react: "What?"

Yan Yan pressed the tender white skin with his fingertips, and pressed down gently: "Here, cut the flesh and stuff it in."

"Oh, this." Yan Su couldn't remember clearly: "It seems that something was stuffed... I forgot, it doesn't hurt much."

Yan Su didn't understand, so he said, "The pain has been gone for a long time, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"No." Yan Yan picked up his pants, pulled Yan Su up, and held his hands: "How many injuries have you suffered?"

"..." Yan Su said indifferently, "I don't remember."

Yan Yan rubbed his head, led him to the dining table, and sat down opposite him.

Yan Su held the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and ate Hesai, his stomach was half full, only to find that Yan Yan didn't move, and stared at him to eat.

"..." Yan Su put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said in a calm tone, "It's been four years, and the injury has healed up long ago, it really doesn't hurt."

"What about that time? When you rescued me, you cut off the flesh on your hand. I can see the bones. Don't you feel pain?" Yan Yan lowered his eyebrows and stared at him.

"Oh..." Yan Su frowned, "Maybe."

Yan Yan took a breath, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and put on a smiling face: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, eat yours, are you full?"

"No." Yan Su continued to pick up the rice.

Yan Yan always had Huang Haofan's words in his heart, as well as the recording he heard.

Take an oath of loyalty?To whom?Yan Su his brother?

G?Captain of the Underworld?

The truth is hidden behind Yunbo's treachery, and Yan Yan can even feel that under the calm, the dark tide is raging.

After dinner, the two huddled in the kitchen to wash the dishes, then played games online, took a shower and went to bed.

Yan Su lay down obediently, Yan Yanfu came up to press him down, but there was no movement.Yan Su opened his eyes, Yan Yan's eyes were dark, and it seemed that there were thousands of thoughts floating around. Those eyes even made him feel suffocated inexplicably.

"I have a recording here." Yan Yan suddenly said, "Don't ask me how I got it, I want to play it for you."

Yan Su sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and nodded expressionlessly: "Okay."

In the silent bedroom, the sound of electric current sounded.

Yan Su's weak voice: "Brother..."

Yan Yan closely watched the change of Yan Su's expression, but Yan Su still had a cold and plain face, listening indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"I will always... be loyal to you..." He breathed weakly, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his breath was as thin as a thread.

"Never betray?" the man asked him, Yan Su remembered nodding, "Never betray."

Recording stops.

"Yan Su," Yan Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, "explain?"

Yan Su looked at him calmly. After a while, he got up from the bed, sat on Yan Yan's body, hugged his neck, breathed faster, and even panted a little: "Haven't you...have been...waiting for the night..."

Yan Yan closed his eyes, he remembered earlier, on the red light street, in order to arrest Tong Chongchun, Yan Su's lifelike performance was really like a skilled prostitute, laughing provocatively and wantonly.

Like coquettish poppies, blooming everywhere on the heart defense.

"Starting tomorrow, we will not be in contact for the time being. When will you figure it out, and when will you come to me." Yan Yan held his cheeks and forced Yan Su to look into his eyes: "Is that okay?"

Yan Su hooked the corner of his lower lip, lowered his head and kissed Yan Yan's chattering mouth, breathing quickly: "Fuck me."

"Or..." Yan Su chuckled, and murmured ambiguously in his ear: "I can do you too."

In an instant, the army was defeated.

Yan Yan's blood surged, turned over and overwhelmed Yan Su, and smiled: "Boss Yan, we can't finish tonight."

"Yeah." Yan Su nodded with a smile, "Come on."

The next day Yan Su lay on the bed all morning, unable to get off the ground, Yan Yan delivered breakfast to his bedside, packed his things and turned to go out.

Yan Su held the soybean milk and sipped it, watching Yan Yan's tall figure leave, he lowered his eyelids, the color of his eyes became darker, and in an instant, he closed his eyelids, and his eyes fell into the familiar and kind darkness again.

Yan Su lost his appetite, so he went back to sleep under the covers after drinking the soy milk, and when he woke up, it was already past noon.

He took a deep breath and got up from the bed, the pain in the back of his brain came one after another, Yan Su leaned on the wall and couldn't stand upright, staggered and fell into the bathroom, took a shower, washed his face and brushed his teeth, dawdled until three o'clock in the afternoon, before he put on his clothes open shop.

The business of the bakery is relatively better in the morning and evening, and there are fewer customers in the afternoon.Yan Su lay on the boss chair and dozed off.

"Hello." Someone came.

Yan Su opened his eyes and saw a young man who looked like a student, probably from a film school.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, with neither long nor short hair, handsome appearance, neither tall nor short, a student of a film school.

Yan Su stood up: "What do you need?"

"Have you ever killed someone?" The young man suddenly asked.

Yan Su was stunned, his face sank, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the upper right side of the cabinet where the young man was holding a lighter. He stood up the lighter, accidentally knocked it down, and then stood up again.

"I'm just an ordinary bakery owner." Yan Su smiled, "You're asking the wrong person."

The young man opened his mouth, he lowered his head, and raised his head after a while: "But, they asked me to ask you."

"Who?" Yan Su asked.

The young man shook his head: "My friend." He didn't intend to tell Yan Su.

Yan Su changed his approach: "Where did your friend tell you?"

The young man said vigilantly: "On the Internet, I can't tell you about this." He looked around and returned to the basket on his right hand.

The young man put the lighter back into his pocket and began to arrange the biscuits on the basket. There were ten on each side, but there were only nineteen. The young man frowned, showing anger.

He took out a pack of biscuits, put nine packs on the left and right sides of the basket, and handed the ones in his hands to Yan Su: "How much?"

"It weighs two pounds," Yan Su said, "it's not just for sale."

The young man grabbed the biscuit, lowered his head and remained silent, not intending to put the bag of biscuit back.

"I'll see you off." Yan Su said.

The young man looked up at him as if he had received amnesty, "Thank you."

"Are you a student? From a film school?"

"Yeah." The young man nodded, holding the biscuit, looking a little uneasy.

"what is it call?"

"Qin Ziming." He said, licking his lips: "And you, what's your last name?"

"Yan." Yan Su pointed to the small wooden stool next to him: "Sit."

"Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Yan Su sat back: "Have you seen a doctor?"

"No." Qin Ziming straightened the small wooden stool, with the edge facing the gap in the floor, and just sat down: "It's been many years, and it can't be cured, so I don't want to be cured."

Yan Su smiled: "Don't give up the treatment."

Qin Ziming twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. He still held the biscuit in his hand and kept smoothing the corners of the plastic. He hesitated and asked, "Have you never killed anyone? I just want to know what it feels like to kill someone."

"..." Yan Su said lightly, "It's terrible, uncomfortable, messy, blood everywhere."

Qin Ziming closed his eyes and trembled uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, his face pale: "I, I don't like it."

Yan Su looked at him quietly: "Why are you asking me this?"

"I don't know, my friend asked me to ask you."

"What friend?"

"can not say."

"I called the police."

Qin Ziming's eyes widened, his pupils shrank slightly: "Why call the police?"

"Because your friend..." Yan Su said quietly, "Not a good person."

Qin Ziming opened the corner of his mouth and smiled: "No, we're just chatting online."

"Oh..." Yan Su nodded: "So you came to ask me, are you playing a prank?"

"Yes." Qin Ziming nodded, and he stood up: "There is still class in the afternoon, I have to go. Thank you."

"Goodbye." Yan Su watched him walk out of the bakery, and suddenly said: "Qin Ziming, you need a doctor more than a friend who can only play pranks."

Qin Ziming didn't turn his head, and ran away.

Xia Sen just came over after class, bumped into Qin Ziming and wanted to say hello to him, but Qin Ziming ran away in a hurry.

Yan Su sat in the store with a gloomy expression.

Xia Sen pointed to the outside of the store: "The classmate next door is in the same grade."

"Which building do you live in?" Yan Su asked suddenly, and Xia Sen answered in confusion, "Building No. 305, [-]."

"What about him?"

"301."

Yan Su nodded, staring at the void, wondering what he was thinking.

In the afternoon, Yan Su went to report to the police, but the police at the police station probably thought it was nonsensical and asked him to go back and observe.

Yan Su's social skills were really limited, and he was not sure that he could convince the busy police comrades, not to mention that he had no real evidence, so he had to go back to the bakery silently.

What is going to happen will happen sooner or later, and it is useless to hide.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

On the third night, something happened, Qin Ziming set fire to the dormitory.

At that time, Yan Yan was working overtime at the city bureau. After receiving a call from Yan Su, he rushed out of the city bureau without saying a word, drove straight to the film school, and asked Zheng Lin to bring someone to the film school when he was on the road. In all likelihood, something happened. .

Yan Yan arrived first, and the film school was in chaos.

The fire burned so fast that it engulfed half of the building in an instant, and the fire truck came, and the students gathered downstairs in the dormitory with panicked faces.

When Yan Yan passed by, he saw Yan Su standing in front of the No. [-] dormitory building, staring up at one of the rooms, with a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Yan Su." Yan Yan ran over and grabbed him away from the burning building: "What are you doing here?"

The campus security guard who was still in shock came over and explained: "He was the first to find the fire."

Yan Yan frowned: "Really?"

Fire officers and soldiers set up ladders to fight the fire and rescue people.

At the same time as the fire was extinguished, Zheng Lin and the others arrived with their people.Shen Jia was surprised: "Is this arson or..."

"Artificial arson." Yan Su replied in a low voice: "Qin Ziming, he has obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strong tendency to commit crimes. Have you brought a forensic doctor?" nod.

The police on duty nearby also arrived, and quickly pulled up the cordon at the scene, and contacted the school to resettle the students.

The fire rushed upwards, and the rooms on the third floor were hit by flying disasters.

A group of people went up to the third floor, and the air was filled with the smell of burning after the fire.

Yan Yan observes Yan Su from time to time, Yan Su's expression is calm, his eyes are looking straight ahead, there is no unnecessary expression change.

Why did Liu Bin take pictures of the scene, Lin Duan put on gloves and pushed open the iron door of Room 301 where the fire started.

The door had been burned and deformed, and the residual heat from the fire reverberated in the air, creaking and crackling.

Yan Su took a deep breath, Yan Yan asked in a low voice, "How do you know someone set fire?"

"Because he came to look for me that afternoon." Yan Su closed his eyes, as if recalling: "Continuously fiddled with lighters, placed baskets, and showed strong curiosity about killing people."

"He can't control his criminal tendencies, obsessive-compulsive disorder." Yan Su opened his eyes and stared at Room 301: "Physiological factors, others' persuasion won't help much."

"There must be a criminal motive, right?" Yan Yan folded his arms, turned and faced Yan Su: "Can you prove it?"

"What?" Yan Su was slightly startled.

"Empty words have no basis, and you can't just rely on lip service to solve the case." Yan Yan lowered his voice and asked in a deep voice, "Yan Su, tell me, how can you be sure that Qin Ziming is the murderer of the arson case?"

"And, why did he come to you before committing the crime?"

——"Have you ever killed someone?"

— “My friend asked me to come to you.”

Yan Su was indifferent, closed his mouth tightly, his side cheeks were tense, showing a little coldness.

Lin Duan stepped out: "Team Yan, everyone has been burned to ashes, and nothing can be seen for the time being, should I send it back to the Municipal Bureau for physical and chemical work?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Wangzai; 5 bottles of Moondust; 3 bottles of Eight Bowls;