part-time profiler

In the morning, the leaders of the Municipal Bureau held a meeting to discuss whether to arrest Yan Su, and in the afternoon, the leaders of the Municipal Bureau held a meeting again.

Comrade Yan Yan, the head of the criminal investigation detachment, was suspended from his post for letting the suspect go without permission.

A group of elders from the criminal investigation team sent him to the gate of the city bureau, Yan Yan was full of black lines: "It's you, what should you do! It's not a funeral, you are here one by one, crying!"

Shen Jia wiped away her tears, with a mournful expression: "Father, maybe you are the chosen one who wants beauties but not country!"

Yan Yan smiled: "My dear daughter, believe it or not, my father beat you up."

Shen Jia retreated silently, Yan Yan glanced at Zhang Ke, Zhang Ke nodded at him.

Zheng Lin comforted him worriedly: "Old Yan, don't worry, the leaders will figure it out in two days and will definitely let you come back."

"It's okay." Yan Yan patted him on the shoulder: "I'm not here, you are the boss of the criminal investigation team, take them to handle the case properly."

"Hey, it's done." Zheng Lin sighed.

Yan Yan put his coat on his shoulders, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked away humming a little tune.

—— "Be careful of the people around you."

——"Our team must have been infiltrated!"

Leaving the Municipal Bureau, Yan Yan's complexion quickly sank. He crossed the road, stopped under the street light, looked back at the majestic City Bureau building, turned and left after a while.

After Wei Jiyuan sent Yan Su to the plane, he went back to the company directly.

Yan Yan left the Municipal Bureau without stopping for a moment, and drove to find Wei Jiyuan.

The front desk asked him to make an appointment, Yan Yan raised his chin: "I'll ask him about Yan Su."

After a while, the front desk received an internal call from the secretariat and said politely, "Please go to the eighteenth floor, Mr. Wei is waiting for you."

Wei Jiyuan's office is very large, with floor-to-ceiling windows and simple decoration. There are some good wines in the wine cabinet. Yan Yan glanced over, low-key and luxurious, just like Wei Sanye.

"Mr. Wei." Yan Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets, and whistled with a look of idleness: "You are very rich."

"No amount of money can compare to power." Wei Jiyuan raised his eyelids, and pointed to the leather chair next to the small glass table: "Sit."

Yan Yan was not polite to him, and walked over with two long, slender and powerful legs, and sat down with one leg on the other, staring at Wei Jiyuan: "You said Yan Su, which type do you like?"

"..." Wei Jiyuan unbuttoned the first shirt button, and sat down beside Yan Yan: "I don't know which type Yan Su likes, but Yan Su must know which type you like." Yan Yan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal .

To be honest, Yan Su is very accurate at judging people, he can guess the other person's occupation, personality, age and preferences almost at a glance, plus the two have been together for so long, Yan Su must know which type he likes.

"When I met Yan Su four years ago, he didn't have long hair." Wei Jiyuan folded his hands in front of him, touching his fingertips, and leaned back, looking like an elite.

Yan Yan nodded: "Then when did he start growing his hair?"

"Two months ago, probably." Wei Jiyuan thought for a while and said, "He didn't explain the reason, but said that he suddenly wanted to grow it long. Yan Su's hair grows fast, and it can reach shoulder length without cutting in a month."

"Short hair looks better." Yan Yan looked up at the ceiling.

Wei Jiyuan parted the corner of his mouth and smiled: "It looks more energetic."

"Yeah." Yan Yan looked down at the purple clay pot placed on the round table, hesitating slightly: "Do you believe him?"

"Yan Su?" Wei Jiyuan nodded, "I believe."

"Four years ago, if I could have believed him, I would have nothing to do with you now." Wei Jiyuan was disappointed, and after many years, he still regretted: "At that time, I didn't even know his identity, and I thought Yan Su was a cold stone. , I can’t even cover it with heat.”

"After I understood the truth, I figured it out. If I believed in Yan Su, I would wait for him to come back. Maybe there wouldn't be so many misunderstandings, so that I missed it." Wei Jiyuan snorted and said, "It's all over."

Yan Yan nodded.

trust.

He suddenly remembered that in the detention center, Yan Su laughed at the difference between him and Wei Jiyuan.

Maybe it's not what Yan Yan understood, but... there is another deep meaning.

At the moment when Yan Su was in a trough and predicament, Wei Jiyuan didn't believe him, he didn't know what happened to Yan Su at that time.

After four years, Yan Su became a suspect and was locked up in the detention center. Yan Yan went to ask him if he was the real murderer, but he didn't believe Yan Su.

So, is that what Yan Su said?

In terms of trust, what is the difference between him and Wei Jiyuan?

Yan Yan frowned, raised his eyelids and asked, "Where did you send Yan Su?"

Wei Jiyuan shrugged and said honestly: "I don't know. I said I arranged for him to go to my property in the countryside. He said that there are many people in the farmhouse, and he probably hid in a place where no one is around. Officer Yan, no one can find Yan Su now."

"He's here to protect you."

Yan Yan was silent for a while, wondering: "He went to a place where no one was around, what did he eat? Don't work hard and don't know the grains. Don't be hungry and eat poisonous mushrooms indiscriminately."

"..." Wei Jiyuan laughed out loud, "So what do you think is stuffed in his suitcase?"

"...to eat." Yan Yan opened his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Steamed bread and old godmother." Wei Jiyuan shrugged.

Yan Yan silently supported his forehead.

"You don't have Yan Su's idea now, do you?" Yan Yan asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Wei Jiyuan was stared at him like a light, and smiled awkwardly: "I want to trick him, that kid hides faster than anyone else. Yan Su is as slippery as a loach, it's hard to catch him."

"That's right." Yan Yan got up, stepped out of the office, walked to the door, turned around suddenly, and threatened: "You'd better keep yourself safe and don't provoke Yan Su, or you may be caught by me for economic crimes, and I will definitely send you in." Bureau."

Wei Jiyuan: "..."

——"Erha bites, it hurts."

Wei Jiyuan shook his head with a look of helplessness.

Yan Yan went back to his bachelor apartment, ran wildly in the gym, and went downstairs sweating profusely. Zhang Ke had secretly transferred the materials of the three cases to him.

In the first arson case, the murderer, Qin Ziming, was a sophomore at Ningbei Film School with obsessive-compulsive disorder. He had been to Yan Su's store two days before the incident, and the two should have talked a little.

In the second poisoning case, the deceased, Deng Jun, Deng Jun's boyfriend Zhao Yangfei and best friend Chen Qingxuan, all three were employees of a real estate company, died of ricin poisoning. Trace amounts of ricin were detected in the cake, which was taken from Yan Su shop.

In the third murder case, the murderer, Qin Liang, 42 years old, ran a breakfast car and committed suicide while escaping.

In the three cases, the murderer or the deceased seemed to have no intersection, but in the first and third cases, it was confirmed that the murderer had a psychological disorder.

There are only a few pages of information on the three cases. It can be seen that the case handling process is relatively sloppy, and even the basic interviews are not perfect, but the higher authorities demand that the case be closed as soon as possible.

It's like...it's specially left for him to check.

If he hadn't been suspended, Yan Yan was under the control of the leadership, so he would definitely not be able to lead the team to concentrate on investigating the case. Now that he is alone, the leaders can't control it, maybe it's an opportunity instead.

—— "Be careful of the people around you."

If Yan Yan felt something, did Yan Su expect it?

Are all these cases aimed at Yan Su?

Who wants to target Yan Su, and what is the purpose?

——"Boss Yan is miserable, his reputation has plummeted, he is a bit like... a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats." Zhang Ke said sympathetically.

Yan Yan quickly realized that this was the purpose, to completely strip Yan Su of his existence in a normal society, so that he would not be trusted and abandoned by society.But Yan Su...had risked his life for these people.

Yan Yan flipped through the rhythmic press releases, each report was full of insults and abuse, and the perpetrator claimed to be a righteous man, smashed Yan Su's bakery, and poured acid on his house.

"Damn it." The more Yan Yan looked at it, the more angry he became, and he really didn't know what Yan Su was thinking after experiencing this himself.

Will Yan Su feel sad?

...High probability...No, Yan Su doesn't care about these at all.

Yan Yan supports the forehead.

The only thing in common among the three cases is Yan Su.

Yan Yan fell into the armchair and stared at Qin Ziming's information. Why did an ordinary student suddenly set fire after meeting Yan Su?

The data column lists Qin Ziming's recent behavior and trends.

——Participate in club performances.

——Working as a part-time model at an online business.

— Apply for bank student loans.

——Online loan.

borrow money.

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Qin Ziming's family was not short of money, and he was a part-time model because of his hobby. Why did he go to the bank to borrow money?Yan Yan found the information of Qin Ziming's parents. Qin's father was in the management of the company, and Qin's mother opened a clothing store.

It is definitely a well-off family that can live well without borrowing money.

Yan Yan found Qin Ziming's father's cell phone number, dialed the number, and the other person answered after more than ten seconds: "Hello?" His voice was tired.

"Mr. Qin, hello, I'm Yan Yan from Ningbei Municipal Bureau."

"Oh..." The other party cheered up: "Comrade policeman, I read on the Internet about my son's matter, the real culprit is someone else... It wasn't my son who set the fire... Why don't you investigate it?"

Yan Yan turned the gel pen, tapped the tip of the pen on the paper, and raised his hand to hold the glasses frame: "I really suspect that there is something hidden about this. In order to find out the truth, I have a few questions to ask you. Please cooperate." .”

"Well, tell me." Qin Ziming's father immediately pricked up his ears when he heard that he might clear his son's name.

"How much allowance do you give him every month?"

Qin's father pondered: "About four to five thousand, for a film school, usually buy clothes and treat students to dinner or something."

"...As far as I know, he is relatively tall among his peers." Yan Yan pulled out the white paper for records.

"Yes, his mother said that the family is not short of money, so we can't suffer for the child. We all suffered in the past, and now we give the child whatever he wants. Isn't that the case for parents all over the world." Father Qin sighed.

He rambled on: "But Ziming is a sensible child, and he has never asked his family for money, except recently. In the past, his mother and I gave him money, but he insisted not to. We thought the child was finally willing I spent my family's money... As a result, it's only been a long time... people are gone."

Father Qin said, tears fell uncontrollably, and he sighed repeatedly.

The couple has only one child, and now they have become parents who have lost their only child. They are still criticized by society and are under tremendous mental pressure.

"We can't figure it out, Ziming... is a little sick, obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it's not enough to kill people, Comrade Police!" Father Qin begged: "You can check it again, okay?"

Yan Yan comforted him: "If there is something hidden behind it, I will definitely find a way to find out the truth. You said that Qin Ziming usually doesn't spend money at home, but only recently asked his parents for money. How recently...how long?"

"Ah, oh, this." The opposite party replied in one bite: "It's just... about half a month."

Qin Ziming's father also seemed to be a little puzzled: "I asked him for more than 1 yuan, but he didn't say anything. Neither my mother nor I would care too much about the money. He can just spend it, so he didn't ask. .But you mentioned it like this...I think it's a bit strange."

"The last time I asked his mother for [-] yuan. Not long after, within seven days, he asked his aunt's daughter to borrow money. I heard that it would cost four to five thousand yuan. That girl borrowed it from Ziming, and kept it a secret , didn’t tell us until something happened to Ziming, saying that Ziming didn’t let her tell us.”

"So in just half a month, he borrowed [-]."

"Well, it should be."

"He is borrowing online loans and bank loans, do you know this?"

"I know, hey," Qin's father sighed, "After his accident, the online loan debt collection phone called home, and we didn't know that he had borrowed an online loan, 30!"

"This child...was someone tricked him?" Qin's father wondered.

"Online loan, when did you borrow it?"

"It's been almost three months since I borrowed it." Qin's father was puzzled: "What is he borrowing so much for?"

Yan Yan whispered: "This is what I want to know too. Does he have anything to spend money on?"

"I don't know," Qin's father shook his head on the other end of the phone, "Zi Ming is very introverted, and never tells his family about things."

"So, does he have any close friends?"

"Let me think about it..." Qin's father rubbed his hands and thought for a long time: "This, really not. There are netizens..."

"Netizen?"

"Yes, I heard we met."

"Male and female?"

"It should be a man."

"Do you two have the contact information of his netizens?"

Qin's father and Qin's mother looked at each other, and said bitterly: "No, if he doesn't tell his family, we won't interfere in his making friends."

"Okay, I see, can you tell me the company he borrowed from the online loan?"

"Okay, it's called...Great Wall Online Loan."

"Thank you." Yan Yan urged: "If you two think of information related to his netizens, please tell me."

"Hey, good."

Yan Yan hung up the phone and searched the Internet for Great Wall Online Loan, a large-scale online loan company in Ningbei.

Yan Yan recorded on the white paper: Qin Ziming, arson, netizen, Great Wall Online Loan.

If Yan Su had been there, he would have discovered something strange soon.

Yan Yan was distracted, and drew a pig's head on the white paper. He was stunned for a while, then leaned over and put his mouth on the face of the pig's head, feeling like he was going crazy thinking about Yan Su.

However, the two had only parted for ten hours.

Yan Yan raised his forehead, stared at the pig's head, and smirked.

He smiled, and suddenly remembered that if he didn't have many friends in real life and liked to make friends online, maybe he could find clues on his online account.

Yan Yan searched Qin Ziming's Weibo, and sure enough, he is very active on Weibo, with one to two hundred fans, and an average of three Weibo posts per day.

Occasionally chatting about daily life, most of the time expressing loneliness, very gentle, there must be a period at the end of every sentence, one sentence per line, the number of words in each line is the same.If it wasn't for the lack of rhyme, Yan Yan would have thought he was writing poetry.

Yan Yan turned around for a long time, wondering, is Qin Ziming in love?The past month has been all about expressing love. I copied Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree, and there is a picture with pictures.

Yan Yan zoomed in on the picture, it was a selfie, the beauty filter was fully turned on, it was a man, not Qin Ziming.

With Tubo text is a bright red love heart.

"..." Not only are they in love, but they are also in love with the same sex.

Yan Yan intuitively found out that there is a watermark in the lower right corner of the picture, and the Weibo id is so cute.

Xiong Xiong drink cute is also a personal blog, but the number of fans is thousands, and the blogger is also very active on Weibo. The last few posts are all about the three murders that happened in Ningbei one after another. He also likes to use periods to speak fiercely on the Internet , agreed with the conspiracy theory, and demanded a thorough investigation of the Ningbei City Bureau.

Others are more about taking selfies and sharing daily life.

There are four words in daily life: eat, drink, play and have fun.

Looks rich and free.

Qin Ziming commented on almost every one of his Weibo posts, and every comment vividly portrayed what dog licking should look like.

Yan Yan: "..."

A man in love is too humble.

Yan Su, who was feeding mosquitoes far away in the mountains, was gnawing on steamed buns when suddenly his throat itched and he sneezed.

So this raging drink is much cuter, could it be Qin Ziming's netizen?What on earth does he do?

Yan Yan looked through Xiongxiongyue's cute Weibo, and found that he was located on Miantu Street several times.

Watani Street, a one-stop service center for feet washing, bathing, massage bar, KTV disco hall, which is as famous as the red light district.

The difference is that the service class is not the same.The red light district is open to the general public. Miantu Street is two streets away from the CBD, where most of the big bosses go to eat, drink and have fun.

There are even many luxury stores and large shopping malls on Watatani Street. The area is really mixed with good and bad.

At this point... Yan Yan glanced at the time, it was the busiest time on Miantu Street.

Yan Yan put on his cell phone, put on his coat, turned and went out.

Miantu Street is not far from his apartment, it can be reached within a few steps, Yan Yan trots all the way there, and Miantu Street is indeed full of feasting and thriving.

Yan Yan compared Xiong Xiong's cute Weibo, and there was a selfie showing the billboard behind him.

LED advertising for a beauty and skin care product.

From the point of view of his taking pictures... Yan Yan walked and searched, turned the corner, and behind the fountain square, a woman with fair skin was grinning. It was the skin care product in the photo!

Normal people usually don’t take pictures on Miantu Street in broad daylight, because Miantu Street is relatively deserted during the day, and people who come here come here after get off work hours.

Xiongxiong took a lot of cute selfies during the day, around three to four in the afternoon.

There is a photo with the caption: just woke up.

Explain that his residence is not far from Watani Street, or... just on Watani Street.

Yan Yan stood in front of the square, frowning and thinking, this man... what exactly does he do?What's the relationship with Qin Ziming?