When the mirror ends

"The forensic doctor in our team frowned when he read the report. He ran to do the autopsy by himself, and when he came out, he was like a lost soul, and he was in a daze at every turn. He took a few pieces of A4 paper to write and draw, and listed a bunch form, and kept running to the scene, looking depressed every day."

Wu Bo felt that that person was not as approachable as Peng Zefeng, he did his own way, and he didn't have the tacit understanding to work together as a partner.And the psychiatrist next to me can always think of going with me, and such a boring thing as checking files becomes a bit passionate.

"Maybe that's how he thinks, and that's not necessarily the case."

Peng Zefeng has met all kinds of people, among which many people with high IQ are normal people. When they are concentrating on thinking, they look at no one else, and they do not communicate with others until their ideas are verified.

Wu Bo stopped what he was doing, looked back, and after recalling, he said: "It's possible, I don't think I've seen him smile before. Anyway, once he came back from the scene, he rushed into the laboratory directly, and when he came out, he put I locked myself in the room for one night, and when I came out, I told us who the suspect was, and after that, I recovered the feeling I had when we first met. Then we investigated this person for nearly ten days."

Ten days is not long or short for a case.For the police, the best thing is that no new murders occurred during their investigation and evidence collection.

"In the information age, it should be difficult to hide from the police. That guy has committed so many crimes but left almost no clues. It's amazing." The more Peng Zefeng listened to Wu Bo, the more he felt that this suspect was powerful.

"It should be the best in ten years. It's crisp and neat, and its mentality is as stable as an old dog. It can handle the evidence at the scene very well. It's a pity that such a person doesn't follow the right path. It's a pity." Wu Bo shook his head, very sad. emotion.

Peng Zefeng still didn't stop talking, he made a discovery: "Well... I seem to have found a case related to FD Department Store, the suspect was also lost in the building, and was arrested at the scene of the crime a month later. of."

Almost at the same time, Wu Bo also saw the two letters FD shining brightly, "I also saw them together, and I also lost them in the FD department store."

Peng Zefeng and Wu Bo looked at each other, "That is to say, the chance of chance is very small."

Wu Bo looked eager to try, "Who knows, keep watching. I'm a little excited now."

However, until that night, there was no third criminal case related to FD.

"Is it by chance?" Wu Bo yawned.

Peng Zefeng put away the archives in the order they were brought in, "Isn't it? We'll find out if we check it? If it's not accidental, then we will definitely be able to find out their common interpersonal relationship."

"Common interpersonal relationship..." Wu Bo patted his face to cheer himself up, "I'll have someone check it now."

When Wu Bo came back, Peng Zefeng handed him a cup of iced coffee.

"Your vending machine is quite convenient, and the iced coffee still has ice cubes." Peng Zefeng took the last sip and threw the paper cup into the trash can.

"Everyone is busy. No one would grind beans or prepare crushed ice for a cup of coffee. We can only rely on the machine." The cold liquid flowed down the esophagus to the stomach, and the brief stimulation made Wu Bo's eyes sparkle again.

After drinking, he took another glass.

There was a brief silence in the air, Peng Zefeng glanced at the time, it was 7:12 in the evening, "Aren't your police off duty?"

"No, it's just that I haven't lived a life without working overtime." Wu Bo still envies those colleagues who take the subway home every day like office workers.

"Okay." Peng Zefeng patted Wu Bo's shoulder in a rare way to comfort him, and then the topic returned to the case, "Can we watch the interrogation process?"

Wu Bo was relaxing, and he laughed helplessly when he heard Peng Zefeng's words. The rhythm was similar to his usual: one second he was thinking about why he didn't have time to rest, and the next moment he was immersed in the investigation.

After changing the location, the two came to the monitoring room.

"It's almost over now. The suspect is stating his criminal process." Wu Bo was inexplicably upset when he heard the voice of the person who was talking about it in the surveillance.

The case that committed so many lives is still calm, like telling a story!

Peng Zefeng didn't answer. He looked at the person on the screen with a natural expression and a steady tone, who used some rhetoric from time to time, and said slowly, "I think we're probably watching a show of cheating."

Wu Bo frowned, "What do you mean?"

"He said it so clearly and in order to make us more immersive, he intentionally or unintentionally used some rhetorical techniques to enrich the narrative, all in order to make us believe that he is the murderer." Peng Zefeng continued, "Why did he do this? Do? Why go to great lengths to convince us that these murders were all done by him alone?"

Wu Bo also thought about this possibility, but he didn't think deeply about it, and said: "But the nine murders are not contradictory to his account, and what he said is all established."

This is a major case, and folk legends about the "Pentagram" have spread all over the sky, and they must close the case as soon as possible.But at the same time, they are also well aware of the existing information, the more important it is, the more cautious they are, and they will carefully review and verify every statement.

The interrogation lasted for a long time, during which they verified everything the suspect said.

"The premise of the establishment is not unique. Have you...have you ever thought that the murderer of this serial murder case is not alone." Peng Zefeng thinks that this may be pushed out to block the crime, just like the two "sacrificed" people before .

Here Peng Zefeng made up all kinds of big dramas in his head, but Wu Bo responded casually: "If you're not a human, can you still be a dog?"

Peng Zefeng: ...

"Huh?" Wu Bo immediately realized, "What did you just say?"

"I said, the murderer is a gang, and they share the same identity to commit the crime." Peng Zefeng put forward his guess.

Wu Bo frowned, "An identity is completely meaningless."

Peng Zefeng: "Not all, maybe for them, 'punishing evil' is their theme. In order to make this theme more prominent and obvious, they need to symbolize 'why they were killed'. It's like a certain thief who only steals gems, Then when gems appear, people will naturally think of 'ah, the target of a certain phantom thief'."

Wu Bo also knew about Criminal Minds, "Making the 'pentagram' a symbol, operating the symbol to make it deterrent?"

"Yeah." Peng Zefeng nodded, "They killed the protagonists of incidents that the law could not intervene or had little effect, even that junior high school student. Beating the elderly, bullying on campus, sexually harassing teachers and classmates, and stealing things from home." The money starves my sister, keeps her from going to school and forces her to work at home..."

"I know these things better than you." Wu Bo's perception of this "pentagram" is also very complicated. The idea of ​​"killing all the bad guys" has a tendency to spread among the public, and some people even leave messages on public platforms to support it. Someone left a message saying that there is someone who needs this kind of sanction.

However, it is not acceptable to commit a crime simply because there is a reason.Because as far as he knew, there hadn't been a single homicide without a reason behind it.If such a murderer is used as a means of recourse, it is absolutely not acceptable.If things go on like this, everything will be messed up.

"So, this is the reason why they use fixed identities. One person's ability is limited, but if there are many people, it can create a situation where people can't be traced, making it extremely difficult to track down." The photo he just saw flashed before Peng Zefeng's eyes:

That was not a meaningless scratch or a less than sign, but that the suspect hadn't had time to draw a complete five-pointed star!

Those two people really have something to do with Pentagram!

"I think we will know the truth soon." Peng Zefeng was very sure of this.

In a blink of an eye, at 9:03 in the evening, the little police officer handed over detailed relevant information and collected photos to Wu Bo. When the file bag was placed in Wu Bo's hands, the little police officer seemed to have hidden Light, obviously he is still very satisfied with the completion of his task this time, the only thing missing is 'praise' written on his forehead.

Wu Bo didn't let him down either, he asked people to go back to rest early after the compliment.Then he turned around and came to the conference table to take out all the things, and Peng Zefeng came over.

One person processes the text and the other looks at the photos.

"Your subordinates are very capable." Peng Zefeng picked out two of the photos and put them aside, "Train them well."

"Newcomers are like this, full of enthusiasm." When Wu Bo first became a policeman, he also wished he could stick to his post 24 hours a day.

Peng Zefeng picked out another photo, "I didn't have much enthusiasm when I first became a psychiatrist, and I was afraid I wouldn't do well."

"Are you kidding me? Are you not confident?" Wu Bo didn't believe it.

"It's not that I'm not confident, but that I'm a bit uncertain about bearing such trust. In our profession, we always see their most vulnerable places, what injuries they have suffered, what they are worried about, what they are afraid of...the degree to which we can live up to Trust, what to do to reassure their relatives and friends, was not an easy task for me at that time.”

"Responsibility?" Wu Bo savored the word and smiled, "Just do it with all your strength."

After Peng Zefeng sifted through the photos, he pointed to a not-so-clear side face of a woman in the noisy crowd, "This woman appeared near the crime scene three times."

Wu Bo glanced at it, and immediately reported the relevant information: "Gao Qingqing, 27 years old, the younger sister of the owner of the FD department store in our city. Now she works in a software company with an annual salary of one million. She is a very outstanding talent. The firewall she wrote 'UB' was also in our consideration, but we ended up choosing another aggressive one."

"UB..." Peng Zefeng always felt that he had seen this word somewhere...

At this time, a voice came from far to near, "I heard that the suspect has been caught?"

"Ah, the one that Forensic Doctor Lu said has been caught." Wu Bo looked at the person who came.

"That...does that mean there are other suspects?" Lu Xiaowei's eyes were filled with surprise and depression.

"Yes, we suspect Pentagram is a gang."

……

Five-pointed star, UB, five-pointed star, UB... Peng Zefeng searched for the memory stored in his mind.

Suddenly, somewhere in the sea of ​​memory lights up, Mesopotamia!In a civilization around 3000 BC, the five-pointed star was used as a hieroglyph for "UB", meaning a trap.

If her firewall is adopted, will their crime become the perfect crime?That's still a real trap.

No, it's too early to tell.

But isn’t the cloud and mist just for pushing away?

But what Lu Xiaowei said next made everyone hold their breath.

"That person...is not Lin Twelve."