part-time profiler

One month before meeting Yan Yan, head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the City Bureau, in Beijing.

At the end of spring, the rain is lingering, sliding down the glass window and forming a trickle.

Yan Su looked out of the window, there was a constant flow of traffic.

He lowered the baseball cap on his head, lowered his eyes, the tea stalks were floating in the celadon cup, Yan Su raised his eyebrows with a calm expression.

The waiter came over to refill his tea. He supported the table with one hand and refilled the teapot with the other.

Yan Su raised his eyelids and glanced at him inadvertently. The waiter smiled politely, turned and left.

Next to the teacup is a miniature headset.

Yan Su picked up the teacup and stuck the headset behind his ear.

"Sharp knife?" The man's voice was low and deep, and it was not difficult to hear the majesty of his habitual superiority.

"En." Yan Su lowered his head and sipped his tea.

"Sorry to recall you in this way, we intercepted the target's message to you."

Yan Su was not surprised, it had been four years, and that man was not a person who could endure loneliness.

The other party continued: "His activities in the country have far exceeded the scope of international espionage activities. It is time...to catch them all. We need you."

Yan Su turned his head and looked out the window again. Many people, like ants, came and went. They were all strangers he didn't know. Living in this land, some were laughing, some were worrying, some were In arguing, they are all running around for work, ideals and family.

Calm, ordinary, peaceful.

Yan Su lowered his eyes.

"Are you sure you can defeat him?" the other party asked in a deep voice.

"No."

Silence, the man said: "Think again."

"How many people do you need?" he pressed.

Yan Su raised his eyes, the rain was continuous, and the rain at the end of spring seemed to bid farewell to the noisy spring.The sound of the rain is pattering, peaceful and quiet.

"To deal with him, no matter how many people there are," Yan Su's lips and tongue were soaked in the bitter fragrance of tea, and he stared at the floating tea stem: "I need two chess pieces."

"A live chess layout, a dead chess general." Yan Su suddenly asked: "Is there such a saying in chess?"

The other party was obviously not someone who knew chess, so he answered truthfully: "I don't know, I can ask for you."

"No," Yan Su said in a low voice, "No need."

"Dead chess, who is it?" The opponent didn't understand chess, but he understood what he meant.

"Myself." Yan Su did not hesitate.

Instead, the other party was silent. After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Your family has sacrificed too much, and the organization can't... see you go to die again."

"It's okay," Yan Su closed his eyes, "Didn't you just think of me when I came back, someone has to sacrifice."

"Is it worth it?" he asked.

His grandfather, father, and mother all died for the responsibility on their shoulders.

"God knows." Yan Su looked at the family of three sheltering under the eaves in the heavy rain.

His family has paid so much just to protect this ordinary peace.

However, Yan Su has never believed in the righteousness of the family and the country, but the matter has come to this point and he has to do it.

long silence.

The other party finally spoke again: "How about live chess, have you thought about it?"

Yan Su looked up at the sky: "I need someone, preferably within the Ningbei Police Station, with a reliable background, flexible mind, and loyalty..." He paused, then continued softly: "Never betray."

The other party seemed to be searching, and after a while, he answered: "There is someone suitable, Yan Yan, who had a relationship with you ten years ago."

"Is that so..." Yan Su said indifferently, "I forgot."

"I've been a police officer for ten years, and I've worked under me for more than four years. I'm currently the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau. He is absolutely loyal and reliable."

Yan Su only felt that Yan Yan's name was a little familiar, he raised his hand to support his side cheek, and said lazily: "Then...it's him."

·

With a sullen face, Yan Yan left the detention center.

After Yan Su finished speaking, he lowered his head, no matter how much he asked, he would not open his mouth again, and occasionally raised his eyes and smiled at him, as if they were still in Yan Su's narrow home, and Yan Su's face was exposed under him. Laughing, sober, rational and a little... helpless.

Only himself, burning with desire and burning, confused and infatuated.

Yan Yan wiped his face. The sky began to rain at some point. He turned around and walked towards the city bureau with a lonely and tall figure.

The cause of Deng Yun's death was indeed ricin poisoning, but Yan Su was released on bail even though ricin was found in Yan Su's bakery.

The order personally issued by the superior means that Yan Su cannot move for the time being.It is said that a certain leader personally guaranteed that Yan Su would never poison someone to kill him.

The Municipal Bureau was very frustrated. Although they knew Boss Yan very well, they were business-like, and Yan Su was the key suspect. Moreover, with Zheng Lin's analysis, the Municipal Bureau became more wary of Yan Su.

This time, Yan Su was released from the detention center before they even had time to arraign the murder case.

Afterwards, when people from the city bureau mentioned Yan Su, they kept their faces secretive, only saying that there was someone behind him.

Huang Haofan found Yan Yan, who was still in the interrogation room.

"Have you made any progress?" Huang Haofan looked tired, and Yan Yan leaned back: "No, he won't say anything."

"He was released, do you know?" Huang Haofan knocked on the table, Yan Yan nodded: "Yes."

"Someone protects him."

Yan Yan raised his hand to wipe his face, his eye circles were slightly red, he hadn't slept much these days, his eyes were dry, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Well, it is said to be a certain senior leader, from the ministry."

"Our team has been infiltrated." Huang Haofan curled his index finger to his lips: "Let's not talk about the big leader now, even the king of heaven is here. I don't believe that he is completely innocent. All the clues of the anti-drug team point to him."

"..." Yan Yan thought to himself, should he say something about the criminal investigation team, too? Team Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "We have nothing to do and try not to meet each other. Now people in the team suspect that I am having an affair with you."

Huang Haofan became serious: "...it makes sense."

No matter who the real culprit is, Yan Su's bakery can't be opened. He stays at home watching TV and playing Snake all day long, his life is boring.

Just like before the storm, there is always an unexpected calm.

Yan Su was so depressed at home that he slept until the early morning of the next day, and decided to go out for food.

For the poisoning case, since Yan Su's suspicion was forcibly ruled out, he had to start looking for other possibilities. However, during the investigation of the poisoning case, another case occurred.

It is still related to Yan Su.

This morning, at □□ o'clock, there was a rush to work, and there were a lot of pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the road.

With sleepy eyes and a messy chicken nest head, Yan Su pulled a pair of big cotton slippers, and wrapped a jacket over his pajamas in a shapeless way, and went out to buy breakfast. The breakfast cart was opposite the community, selling fried dough sticks, steamed stuffed buns, soy milk and porridge.

Yan Su took a sniff, and walked across the zebra crossing towards the breakfast car.

The uncle who sells breakfast seems to be different from the previous time.It's probably changed. Yan Su just woke up, and his mind is still a little dazed.

When he finally realized that something was wrong, the breakfast uncle suddenly pulled out the machete that was under the steam oven.

Yan Su's eyes widened, his pupils constricted, without thinking, he ran towards the uncle, "Run!" He yelled at the frightened passers-by around him.

The original gentle face of the breakfast uncle suddenly turned ferocious, and he changed into a different person in an instant. He grabbed the arm of the young girl closest to him and slashed her neck with a knife, causing blood to spurt instantly.

The girl's expression remained shocked and flustered, her eyes were rounded, and she fell down covered in blood.

"Ah—" The girl walking next to her screamed.

The breakfast uncle went crazy, his eyes were round and bloodshot, the blood stimulated the violent factor in his body, he kicked the young man down regardless, the kick was so powerful that the young man fell to his knees, before he could turn around and beg for mercy, he asked the breakfast uncle to chop it up Crooked neck.

The blood flowed everywhere, slowly flowing into the groundwater manhole cover along the cracks in the stone bricks, and then seeped into the underground drainage channel.

Yan Su ran over, this man... Uncle Breakfast seemed to lose his mind, but he was killed with a knife, each knife was aimed at the weak point, he obviously had slaughter experience, he came prepared.

As for the kitchen knife in his hand, he even cut two people without curling the blade.

The breakfast uncle seemed to expect that Yan Su would come, and when he turned his head, Yan Su raised his leg and kicked the air.

The breakfast uncle grabbed him by the collar, raised the bloody kitchen knife high, his face was as cold as ice.

Unexpectedly, the crazy breakfast uncle grinned at him, threw him away, and ran towards the panicked innocent crowd behind him with a knife, like a wolf rushing towards a flock of sheep.

The warm blood on the kitchen knife splashed on Yan Su's face, he turned around abruptly, and the breakfast uncle cut down another innocent little girl.

Everyone was petrified.

Yan Su gritted his teeth, rushed forward, overwhelmed the middle-aged man with his body strength, and reached out to grab the kitchen knife in his hand.

"You..." Yan Su gasped violently, lowered his voice, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your goal has been achieved, stop!"

"Hehe." The man grinned, showing a ferocious smile at the frightened crowd.

He turned over and shook off Yan Su, and chased after the faltering old man again.

At this time, two strong passers-by finally came to their senses, stepped forward to block the breakfast uncle, and finally pushed the murderer to the ground, he was still struggling desperately.

With a cold face and blood all over his body, Yan Su turned his head back to the community.

Where he passed, pedestrians on the left and right gave way one after another, looking at him with fear, admiration, and...doubt and horror.

Everyone was thinking, why did the uncle who killed the crazy breakfast man just let him go?

Because they are a gang? !

People's hearts are too easy to be played with. With a little guidance, they will automatically make up everything.

Yan Su went back to the house, took off his clothes and took a bath, the blood was washed away by the current, and slowly flowed into the drain hole.

He shouldn't have gone out, Yan Su gritted his teeth and punched the wall.

After receiving the report, the Municipal Bureau rushed to the scene immediately. The police put up a cordon around the incident and coordinated with the traffic department to evacuate the flow of people and vehicles.

Zheng Lin and Shen Jia led people to interrogate the witnesses at the time of the crime, and the forensic doctor performed a preliminary autopsy on the scene.

Yan Yan looked around. On a street, there was a store behind him, and the gate of Wanxin Community was opposite.

There was a breakfast cart coming from the opposite side of the community. Who knew that the breakfast seller suddenly went crazy and chopped up people.Shen Jia said from behind him: "Three people were hacked to death and two were wounded, this is a serious criminal offense."

"The murderer has escaped." Yan Yan said in a deep voice, Shen Jia nodded: "There is surveillance, we can confirm his identity."

Zheng Lin trotted over: "Old Yan, someone saw the murderer get into a taxi with license plate number YA03418!"

Yan Yan quickly said: "Transfer it to the technical detective and track down this taxi!"

"Yes!" Zheng Lin contacted Zhang Ke who was always on call.

Yan Yan glanced at Yan Su's window for the last time, the curtains were tightly closed, and he couldn't see anything.

He brought people back to the Municipal Bureau, and adjusted the surveillance to check the situation at the time of the incident.

Shen Jia followed behind him and said out of breath: "Several witnesses said that the murderer caught Yan Su twice but did not hurt him. Someone saw Boss Yan talking to the murderer. After he finished speaking, the murderer Get rid of him and kill him!"

"Boss!" Zhang Ke said at the door of the technical investigation office: "On-site monitoring, come and take a look."

So everyone saw a strange scene, the owner of the breakfast shop who lost his mind looked like a madman, he would chop anyone he saw, except Yan Su was spared twice.

The second time Yan Su overwhelmed him, leaning beside his head, as if talking.But soon, the murderer broke free from him and rushed into the panicked crowd.

The murderer was controlled by passers-by. He picked up the knife and brandished it, broke free, got into a taxi, and drove away from the scene.

And Yan Su, with an indifferent expression, turned around and crossed the road, returning to Wanxin Community.

"Team Yan," shouted the technical detective next to him, "I found the taxi, YA03418, and it is currently driving on the roads surrounding the city. The direction is to get on the highway!"

Zheng Lin immediately said: "I'll take someone to chase after him!"

Shen Jia elbowed him: "Come on, I'll drive, don't you know how to drive, let's go!"

The two went out one after the other.

"Based on the surveillance video alone, we cannot confirm that Yan Su is related to the murderer." Yan Yan gritted his teeth.

Zhang Ke was also puzzled: "But these three recent cases are all related to Boss Yan... This is also—"

What a coincidence.Zhang Ke didn't say anything.

Everyone present knew in their hearts that there was silence in the office.

Yan Yan looked solemn: "In any case, first find out who the murderer is."

Zhang Ke nodded: "OK."

The people in Zhang Ke's office were all gone, Yan Yan raised his foot to leave, but was stopped by Zhang Ke: "Boss, you asked me to check those two foreigners last time, and I have some clues."

Yan Yan made a detour and came back.

"This Antonio is the lawyer who visited Tong Chongchun in the detention center last time." Zhang Ke said, "I can only find out so much information about him. After all, he is not a member of the territory. As for the wealthy real estate businessman you mentioned...his name is Smith, I I fell asleep last night and suddenly remembered that I rented their company house before."

Zhang Ke brought up a photo of Smith, which was a reception photo taken from a newspaper. Mr. Smith had a red face and a hale and hearty face, but he was not a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, but an old man with gray hair and light-colored eyes.

"It's him..." Zhang Ke asked hesitantly, Yan Yan breathed out: "Send me a photo, I'll ask Zhao Rongbin."

"Okay." Zhang Ke sent him the photo: "I can't find much about this person on the Internet. After all, it is difficult to dig deep for powerful people."

"Success, thank you brother." Yan Yan patted him on the shoulder, bowed his head and sent Smith's photo to Zhao Rongbin for identification.

Zhang Ke grinned: "It's okay." He rolled his eyes and asked again: "Boss, how are you and Boss Yan? The little girl in the bureau said that you are dating the yellow team again."

Yan Yan: "...the little girls in the administrative department just lack the education of socialist ideology."

Zhang Ke laughed at him unceremoniously: "Who called you the first base of the Municipal Bureau."

Yan Yan slapped him on the back of the head, Zhang Ke held his head, and Yan Yan walked out of the technical investigation office with a smile on his face. After a while, he walked back to the criminal investigation office.

On the way, the girl from the administrative office stopped him: "Team Yan, the provincial TV conference will start right away, in the conference hall on the second floor."

Yan Yan nodded: "OK."

After the meeting came back, the identity of the murderer was clear.

Qin Liang, male, 42 years old, is from Daxi Township, Changning City. He went out to work in his early years and returned to his hometown to work in agriculture two years ago. He recently came to Ningbei City to run a mobile breakfast car.

"Aiming at this kind of indiscriminate harm, I initially suspected revenge on the society." Zhang Ke handed Tan Liang's information to Yan Yan: "I just divorced his wife last month, and the court awarded custody to his wife. He is addicted to gambling and earns money. The money that comes is either whoring or gambling, and the current deposit is zero, and he is really penniless."

Yan Yan took the information, this kind of retaliation against the society really wanted to kill people, it was impossible to guard against.

An hour later, Zheng Lin called: "Old Yan, Tan Liang committed suicide!"

"what?!"

Everyone in the city bureau looked at each other in blank dismay.

After Tan Liang threatened the driver and drove to the suburbs, he beheaded the driver and ran into the forest by himself.

When Zheng Lin and Shen Jia chased after him, Tan Liang had only his last breath left.

Shen Jia sprained her ankle halfway, and Zheng Lin chased after Tan Liang.

"He cut his own neck with a knife..." He could hear that Zheng Lin couldn't catch his breath. He supported the tree trunk, looked back at Tan Liang's bloody corpse not far away, and said in a low voice, "Before he died, I said something...to find..."

Zheng Lin paused.Yan Yan's eyelids twitched wildly: "What did he say?"

"He said... looking for... a person surnamed Yan..." Zheng Lin swallowed, "I think what he meant was that someone ordered—"

Surnamed Yan.

The criminal investigation detachment collectively silenced, isn't that clear?

Yan Yan pinched his brows.

Some policemen couldn't bear it anymore, and Zhu Daqiang expressed their feelings: "It's the same in the poisoning case, and it's still the same in this time of stabbing people on the road! Don't we just let the real culprit get away with it!"

"There is no evidence to prove that the murderer is Boss Yan!" Zhang Ke snapped.

Wang Xiaohu took Zhu Daqiang's words, and said dissatisfiedly: "The poisoning murder case didn't even have time to go to trial, so he let it go. That's it, and you still need to check the evidence!"

There was a lot of noise in the office.

Yan Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped the table hard: "Shut up!"

He picked up his notebook, turned around and left the office: "What to do, what to do, this matter will be decided at a meeting in the bureau, the leader has his own judgment, you all calm down."

Unexpectedly, they were arguing at the meeting, whether to arrest Yan Su again.

Yan Yan frowned, his ears buzzing non-stop.

Unexpectedly, Yan Su turned the city bureau into a hornet's nest.

·

Yan Su bent his legs and wrapped himself in a blanket on the sofa to endure hunger.

After a while, he picked up his phone, opened the browser, and browsed the local news.

The headlines have already come out: Three consecutive murders in Ningbei are all related to him!

Yan Su's hands trembled, his face was expressionless, and he slid the screen down.

In the picture, next to the breakfast cart, he stood there with his face covered in blood, which was circled red deliberately by the editor.

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