Criminal Minds Profile

Diao Shuzhen walked to the parking lot, fastened his seat belt, and started the car.

A figure suddenly pierced through the slash.Diao Shuzhen slammed on the brakes, his palms were covered with sticky cold sweat.

It's Song Yucheng.

She opened the door, rushed to the passenger seat of the vehicle, and fastened her seat belt.Flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.

"Why are you here?" Diao Shuzhen wiped the cold sweat off his head, "The work of the forensic doctor is over?"

"It's basically nothing." She said with a cold face and said nothing.

"Hey, isn't it that Sister Qing from the office suddenly mentioned about the suicide of Lin Yiyi, a student in Zhao Guohua's class?" Diao Shuzhen scratched his head, inexplicably guilty, "There is no progress in the investigation of the case. Come out and see if you can find anything."

"Since we are partners, we should go together." Song Yucheng said softly.

"What did you say?" Diao Shuzhen opened the window, and the howling wind rushed in from outside, blowing away Song Yucheng's soft words.

Song Yucheng didn't answer.

The haze dissipated and the sun poured down.As soon as Diao Shuzhen stepped on the accelerator, a fresh wind rushed towards them, and above their heads was a clear blue sky.

The rented house of Lin Yiyi's family is located in the old town of C City.With house prices soaring day by day, houses here have become very expensive.However, due to the planning of the year, the design of the residential buildings here is quite crowded, connected end to end, and most of the time they are not exposed to the sun, and there is a damp and musty smell.

There is no parking space design in the old town, and a few cars are barely crammed into the corners, creating a messy scene.

Diao Shuzhen turned the rearview mirror of the car over, leaned against the end of the alley and barely stopped.Song Yucheng opened the car door, barely squeezed out from the crack.

"It's really terrible." Diao Shuzhen squeezed out sideways, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, we are both slender enough. If there is a fat person, we will have to get stuck in it."

A smile flashed in Song Yucheng's eyes, and the two stepped into the alley one after the other, and walked inside.

The paint on the iron gate was peeling and rusty, and the handwriting on the door plate was blurred. Based on the positions on the left and right sides, Diao Shuzhen judged that this was the 103 they were looking for.

Diao Shuzhen knocked on the door. Half a minute later, a pair of cloudy eyes appeared from behind the door. It was a middle-aged man with a horse face and a layer of oily skin floating on his face.He looked at the two people outside the door with a vigilant expression.

"Hello, are you Lin Yiyi's father? We are the police officers of Bureau C. We have something to ask you about Lin Yiyi—"

"Don't look for me." He growled in a low voice, his tone was not good, and he was about to close the door forcefully.Diao Shuzhen squeezed sideways at the door and got stuck.

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man tried unsuccessfully to close the door, with his arms crossed, full of hostility, "If you want to ask, ask quickly, don't wake up my wife."

He kept muttering, "Bad luck, bad luck. I've already told you about my daughter, so what else can I ask?"

Under Song Yucheng's indifferent and meticulous gaze as if he was dissecting a corpse, he finally let the two of them in, with an impatient look on his face: "I told you to leave after asking, my wife finally got pregnant and is taking a nap now, don't worry about it." Don't disturb her."

Diao Shuzhen walked around the house: there was almost no trace of Lin Yiyi in this house.There are no photos on the wall, and the remaining adhesive stickers are covered with thick dust.Lin Yiyi's bedroom is empty, the closet is full of baby boy's clothes and supplies, the table is piled with toy cars and airplane models, and there are even remote-controlled helicopters and Gundams.

This not-so-rich family, who wants to rent other people's houses, has moved half of the toy store here.

On this father's face, the joy of his son's arrival filled every wrinkle, leaving no room for the sadness of losing his daughter.

So insignificant, so insignificant like dust.The indifference and cold-bloodedness among relatives - Diao Shuzhen, an outsider, has no way to intervene, and anger surges up from the bottom of her heart.

Diao Shuzhen looked at the B-ultrasound report on the table, and suddenly felt his stomach churning, and a burst of resentment was simmering in his chest.

Seeing that Diao Shuzhen's eyes were on the B-ultrasound report, the middle-aged man hurried over, took the sheet into his arms, and carefully closed it in his arms.

A smile appeared on the gloomy face of the middle-aged man.He opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of rotten teeth, "This time they are my two twin sons. Those hospitals didn't do it, so I dragged the relationship to find acquaintances, and finally got it. I didn't waste my hundreds of thousands of money. Test tube baby."

Diao Shuzhen looked at him coldly, his cheeks bulged horribly, and he really wanted to punch his greasy philistine face.She took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress her anger.

"We came here this time because of Lin Yiyi's former math teacher, Zhao Guohua, who died." Diao Shuzhen said coldly, "We need to find out more about your daughter."

"Oh, he's dead." The middle-aged man's voice was lazy and indifferent, "Yiyi seems to have such a math teacher, and he seems to have made up lessons for Yiyi."

"He was killed." Diao Shuzhen said, staring into his eyes.

"Hey, let me tell you, do you doubt me? Let me tell you, don't wrong good people." Zhao Guohua's voice suddenly became louder. He glanced at the movement in the bedroom, and then deliberately lowered his voice, "My daughter is here She committed suicide in school, but she had a problem with it, and she committed suicide someday if she couldn't guarantee it.

"Besides, the school paid us a sum of money. Why should I kill Mr. Zhao? I can't do it for a sick daughter." The middle-aged man raised his legs and turned his face away.

"Oh?" Diao Shuzhen stared at him, and said slowly, "Then do you know that Zhao Guohua once molested your daughter in the name of tutoring?"

The cloudy eyes of the middle-aged man widened.A few seconds later, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm from his throat, and spit it on the corridor floor like a bullet.The muscles on his face did not fluctuate, and he still looked indifferent.

"Tsk, everyone is dead, so what else is there to talk about." The middle-aged man said coldly, "Man, you always have to look forward. This little girl hooked up with her teacher and threw everything away." It hurts my face. I eat and drink offerings, but also suffer from depression, what a fucking bad luck. Forget it, I won’t talk about it after I die. I have two sons, and the good days are yet to come.”

Diao Shuzhen pursed her lips tightly, the veins on her forehead were bulging, and her eyes were terribly red.She clenched her fists tightly, and the angry blood burned in her veins, boiling hot like lava.

Song Yucheng hurriedly stopped in front of her.

"Those are two sons. I've had a lot of fun in my life." The middle-aged man said, "As for Lin Yiyi——"

He rolled his eyes, his face was covered with thick oil accumulated from indifference, "Anyway, everyone is dead, and the school is clean, this matter, it's over."

Diao Shuzhen turned around and left, the hem belt of the cloak overturned the stool by the dining table, making a loud bang.Without looking back, she strode away.

A woman's weak voice came from the bedroom, "Who is it?"

Song Yucheng wanted to go there, but the middle-aged man blocked the door, looking at her vigilantly like a wild animal protecting its own territory.

"Let her in." The woman's voice was tired and weak, as if she was out of breath, "Is it because of Yiyi's business?"

"Our precious son is important. My daughter is already dead, so what flowers can come out after asking around." The man refused to let him go, his body tensed like a bow, "Don't act recklessly just because you are a policeman."

"I'll just ask a question." Song Yucheng refused to back down, his eyes fixed on the man.

Those cold, pitch-black eyes, like a deep pool, seemed to be able to swallow all light, looking down at the man indifferently, as if looking at ephemeral mayflies, insignificant ants, and corpses lying on the dissecting table.

That kind of eyes, piercing the body without the slightest warmth, was cultivated by staring at the corpse for many years, in the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses.

The man shivered, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back in April.He instinctively stepped aside.

It was a pale and thin woman, and the most striking thing at a glance was the bulging belly.Through the skin, you can see the blue and purple blood vessels below, and the blood is faintly congealed, as if one breath is lost.The room was airtight and extremely hot.Cheeks and ankles are puffy, with puddles that don't go away when pressed.

Song Yucheng touched her radial artery, stayed there for a few seconds, his expression changed slightly.She dropped her arms and covered the blanket.

"A year ago, Yiyi committed suicide in school. At that time, a teacher surnamed Chen found the body first. After the school notified us, we brought back Yiyi's belongings." She waved to Song Yucheng, signaling him to approach .

Song Yucheng leaned close to her ear, and the woman said softly, "Under my bed, there is a diary of Yiyi."

Song Yucheng was slightly surprised, took it out according to law, and put it in his bag.

The woman held Song Yucheng's hand tightly, and there were tears in her eyes: "My husband only wants a son, and he doesn't care about Yiyi's life. It's a pity that I'm just a weak woman, and I can't do anything for Yiyi—— "

Song Yucheng understood what she had said, and said, "We will find the truth."

Tears gathered in the woman's eyes, and then slowly flowed down the corners of her eyes.She quickly wiped away her tears and lay down again.

The man stood at the door and looked at her suspiciously.

Song Yucheng said calmly: "I suggest you send her to the hospital. Your wife may have a serious heart attack. Not to mention safe delivery, she may die of heart failure in a month or two. Neither the adult nor the child can survive. "

The middle-aged man's complexion was distorted, his teeth were clenched, and he was filled with shock and anger.

Song Yucheng didn't look at him again, and left silently.