Criminal Minds Profile

"Why don't I seem to have seen you at school?"

"Teacher, I'm a new transfer student, you haven't taught me before."

"Then how did you know me and like me?"

"Well, I like Teacher."

"How about we play a new game today?"

"I listen to you, teacher. In my heart, you are the most powerful person."

"Do you know the playground that is being renovated behind the school? Blindfold the teacher and take the teacher there."

"Teacher, it's dark there, I'm afraid. Can you not go?"

"Hey, the teacher is with you, don't be afraid, my little baby."

"It's nighttime, why does the teacher cover his eyes?"

"Hey, the teacher told you in class that you should care for the disabled. If you don't experience it yourself, how do you know how precious light is?"

"Oh, that's right. The teacher is amazing."

"Hehe, slow down, slow down, don't worry. The fun is yet to come."

Two black shadows, one big and one small, walked in the empty campus, the bloody waning moon was hooked on the branches of the sycamore trees, and there were no stars.The darkness is as thick as ink, and you can't see your fingers.The footsteps startled a flock of crows, fluttering over the branches.The black wings glowed an ominous blood color under the moonlight.

Big Shadow's leather shoes rubbed against the sand on the ground, testing whether the ground was smooth.The little shadow followed like a tail of the big shadow.

The big shadow squatted down slowly, groped the ground carefully, and knelt down slowly.

"Teacher, why do you kneel down? I'm afraid, will someone else come over?"

"Don't be afraid, the teacher is here."

"Come on, take out the contents of the bag. Then put it on the teacher's hand-yes, that's it, you did a good job."

"Teacher, I don't know. Let's go home, shall we?"

"It's okay, take your time. Tighten the screw with a wrench, with a little force!"

"Teacher, why is this?"

"Baby, I told you, this is an experiential game. You know, some disabled people have lost their hands and feet, and they can't move. Isn't it very pitiful? In order to truly understand them, the teacher also needs to experience the loss. The feeling of freedom. Would you like to help the teacher?"

"Teacher, you are so great! There is still a ball in the bag - how do you use this ball, teacher."

"Well, this is the last step. Have you ever eaten a lollipop? Help me put it in, and then tie the strap on the back of my head. The teacher will not be able to talk after that. Baby will help me untie it in 10 minutes, and then we go home."

Little Shadow put down the ball in the bag, and with a treacherous smile flashing across his lips, he took out another similar ball from the bottom of his skirt.

"Okay, teacher."

The black shadow knelt on the ground like a silent statue.The little shadow following behind him took out a shiny silver saber from his pocket.

The blade shone bloodthirsty under the blood moon.A cold front flashed, and the sound of cloth being torn was infinitely louder in the dark night, and the roar of the beast was stuck in the throat, leaving only an unbearable sob.

The little shadow tore off the tape in his hand, and wrapped it round and round around the black shadow's nose, sealing off the last airflow channel.The black shadow on the ground struggled and twisted frantically, like a ghost entangled by a magic weapon, and was about to be wiped out.The auditorium stood there, and the closed windows were like eyes, watching all this indifferently.

After a few minutes, the black shadow's frenzied twisting stopped, and he lowered his head, limp there, as if silently repenting.

Xiao Ying carefully dried the blade in his hand, the bright red blood stains were particularly conspicuous on the soft white paper towel.

The little shadow turned around and said softly:

"Good night, teacher."

Today is the day when the leaders of the Education Bureau come to the school for inspection. The school is decorated with lights and festoons everywhere, and the arrangement is clean and tidy.For five consecutive years, Hongxing Middle School has teachers who have won the honor of "Excellent Teachers in the City", which makes the principal's face very bright, and his shiny face looks more energetic.

Faintly hearing the noise outside, the principal frowned, feeling displeased.This group of students is really too noisy, really take good care of them, and don't make a fool of themselves in front of the leaders.Fortunately, the awards music sounded, suppressing the hustle and bustle outside.

"The following is the outstanding teacher of the year, Zhao Guohua will come to the stage to accept the award!"

The hostess held a golden trophy, shining under the spotlight on the stage.All the teachers in the audience showed expressions of envy and longing.There are also a few who have strange faces and curl their lips unremittingly, probably because of jealousy.

No one answered.The sound echoed in the auditorium, muffled.

The host read it again, but still no one came forward to accept the award.The leader of the Education Bureau showed displeasure, and the headmaster kept calling Zhao Guohua's phone with a slight cold sweat on his nose, but only received the message of shutting down the phone.

This kid, let me drop the chain on such an important occasion.The principal cursed in a low voice, feeling a little bad in his heart, Mr. Zhao has always been the one who likes to show off the most, how could he miss such a great opportunity.

The commotion outside grew louder.Someone has stood up, looking out from the window of the auditorium, a group of people has gathered in the old playground.A large piece of black and white.

The principal was about to reprimand those unruly young teachers, but he saw unprecedented panic expressions on their faces.

Following the direction of their fingers, the principal looked over, and then his eyes widened.

Hao Ren frowned and looked at Hongxing Middle School with a gloomy expression.The light gray clouds in the sky weighed heavily down, the rain was about to stop, and the air became more stuffy and humid, like a moldy towel wrapped around a person, which was very uncomfortable.

Of course, Hao Ren's irritability was not caused by the weather, but because of the unsolved cases in the scenic belt of C City, another murder case occurred one after another.

The deceased was Zhao Guohua, male, 37 years old.Bachelor's degree in education.She is the Chinese teacher of the first (3) class of Hongxing Middle School, a key middle school, and concurrently serves as the head teacher of class 3. Divorced 1 year ago, daughter is 10 years old.Both parents are employees of the education system, and the family is well-off.The deceased was usually outgoing and humorous, and had a good relationship with his superiors and colleagues.Pay attention to your own appearance, although you have a history of marriage, you are still favored by women.On weekdays, he is recognized as having high interpersonal skills, high emotional intelligence, active and responsible work, eager to help others, and has excellent reputation among colleagues and students.

Yet he died in such a way.Now the students have been sent home, but there are at least a dozen students who witnessed it, and the impact is extremely bad.The people's teacher, half|naked, was castrated, so many junior high school students witnessed this scene.

Hao Ren left the cigarette in his hand on the ground in annoyance, and kicked it out with his foot.There was already a circle of cigarette butts scattered around him, and a shadow hung over his heart.

When Diao Shuzhen and Song Yucheng arrived at the scene, there were no students in the huge campus, which seemed particularly empty.The cordon has been pulled up, and there are serious-looking policemen coming and going.

Red Star Middle School has a long history. In the city center where housing prices are rising day by day, the school's facilities can only be as compact and streamlined as possible.The place where the incident occurred was a construction site of the school. The old house had been demolished, and a new teaching building was to be built on it.Rubbles were strewn across the site.

The deceased was in a kneeling position, with his hands bound behind his back and tightened with screws wrapped in medical tape.At the same time, the ankles of both feet are tied together in the same way.He was wearing a blue men's shirt on his upper body, and his trousers had a big tear on his thigh.

Shockingly, his lower body was bloody, with a puddle of maroon blood remaining on the ground.His face twisted in horror, his eyes staring straight ahead.A conspicuous red plastic spout|ball is stuffed in the mouth.The original vent hole on the ball was artificially enlarged, blocking the piece of meat that should belong to the lower body.The mouth and nose of the deceased were sealed with plastic tape.

Excellent.

This was the first thought that came to Diao Shuzhen's mind after watching the scene.

Brutal, bloody, yet subtle.A trap as bright and sweet as a flytrap, waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

It's a matter of course.

Even though he lamented the horror and cruelty of the murderer, Diao Shuzhen had to admit that there was a secret recognition and appreciation in his heart.Art-like crime methods, exquisite design, violence and QY presentation, some almost perfect philosophical meaning and sense of ritual.

Castration—especially the act of reinserting YJ into the dead man's mouth afterwards, can be said to be meaningful.According to the situation at the scene of the crime, before the murderer wanted to harm the deceased, he had completely controlled him, and his hands and feet were bound, unable to resist.Then, the easiest way is to stab a few times in the vital parts of the deceased, which can also complete the entire criminal process.

Castration, in terms of the actual amount of bleeding, is very difficult to cause the deceased to die due to excessive blood loss.It is far inferior to separating the trachea, carotid artery, or working on important organs such as the heart, liver, and spleen.

Without emotion or morality, any kind of criminal behavior is the murderer's self-expression.

What is the murderer trying to tell us?What message does he, or she, want to convey to us?

This time, Zhao Guohua's body was sent to the local funeral parlor for autopsy after taking photos and examining traces at the scene.

Diao Shuzhen and Song Yucheng met eyes, and she whispered to Song Yucheng, "The cause of death this time may be a little special."

Song Yucheng passed her by, and the two exchanged a meaningful look.