Criminal Minds Profile

The feeling of exhaustion swallowed Diao Shuzhen like a tidal wave. With regard to this case, Diao Shuzhen's mission as a criminal psychology profiler came to an end for the time being.All that is left is to look at the results of the investigation by the City Bureau of C.

The complicated and treacherous case was finally figured out. Maybe the truth will be revealed to the world soon, but she didn't feel any comfort at all.

The parents who are supposed to protect their children are so dereliction of duty, the teachers who should be nurturing their children do such despicable things, and the others who should be reporting and exposing them are helping the gangsters for personal reasons.Twelve or thirteen-year-old children either lost their lives, or left hard-to-heal scars on their young hearts.

It is not a strange thing that a murderer with a violent heart and a cruel method will be born in such an environment.

Such a dirty soil can breed such a gorgeous flower of evil.

Lin Yiyi's delicate and delicate face appeared in front of Diao Shuzhen again: she had a pair of melancholy eyes that didn't match her age, she curled up slightly, as if she didn't dare to be exposed to the camera.

Diao Shuzhen thought of Zhao Huaguo's daughter again. From the incident to the present, Chen Yue's mother and daughter are also on the cusp.Rumors and gossip, like weeds growing wildly in the field, covered this small place that was not that big.Maybe that young child doesn't know what happened now, but she just lost her father, and she has to bear the reputation of being a QJ criminal daughter for the rest of her life, how cruel it is——

The sinful man dies, but the consequences are borne by the living.

Diao Shuzhen looked up at the sky, the sky was extremely deep, on a night without stars and moon, the sky was pitch black and indifferent.She stared at the sky blankly, her eyes were loose, as if she wanted to go to a bright and happy shore through the dark black curtain wall.

Her eyes were sore, she wiped her face, and there was warm liquid, which was bitter.

If parents don't love their children, why do they bring them into this indifferent world to struggle like ants?

She wandered like a ghost and walked towards the scene of the crime.In the silence, the thunderous footsteps startled a flock of sparrows, and threw them into the dark sky.

She lit the lighter, wanting to smoke a few cigarettes vigorously, let the smell of tar and nicotine anesthetize her brain.

The surrounding darkness seemed to be alive, silently devouring the firelight in his hand.

Yes, it's not that they don't like children and don't welcome the arrival of new life--just the arrival of baby girls.

The existence of a daughter is like the trial and error before true love comes, and the original product before the production of high-quality goods.

Having sons is the best.Daughter is also good.

Not bad.

My daughter is well-behaved and sensible, easy to support, the burden of the family is not so heavy, my daughter is filial, not as naughty as my son...

These consoling reasons, with the vicious pity of the victors at the top, deliberately give alms to the dejected losers, so that the losers will not feel so depressed.The most important thing is that it still shows off silently:

I have a son in my name, my family will go on, and you poor wretch have nothing!

What a stench.

What a filthy, misogynistic world.

She walked around the scene of the crime, stumbled, and almost tripped over the lying steel wires, rusted iron protruding obliquely, and broken rubble several times.

Diao Shuzhen accidentally touched the red-burned iron sheet in front of the lighter.She trembled, and instinctively threw the lighter out, and the darkness rushed towards her.

But isn't the darkness of the human heart more terrifying than this night?

Diao Shuzhen slowly stood where Zhao Guohua's body was, and his breathing stagnated slightly.The sense of excitement that did not belong to me appeared again—exquisite, death is the stage for the murderer to express, she wrote the lines, played the role, and pushed the play to a climax, giving a wonderful ending that echoed the beginning.

Once, Zhao Guohua used his disgusting weapon to defile those young girls, making them cry and suffocating.They are props for him to vent his YW, and they are dolls for one-time consumption.

Today, Zhao Guohua's murder weapon is soaked in formalin and left in the evidence room of Bureau C.It probably wouldn't have thought that the last time it killed someone, it blocked its master's airway.

Diao Shuzhen laughed softly.In the silence of the night, such laughter made people feel a little creepy and shuddering.

She seemed to be able to touch the murderer, the cheek that was twisted with pleasure, the cold wrist holding the knife, the eyes that were ashes after burning with the flames of hatred.

Let me and you, a little closer.

Let our common desperation for this world connect us closely.

Diao Shuzhen was awakened from the dream by the sound of the soles rubbing against the ground, and there seemed to be a thick ink-like shadow moving here from a distance.

Diao Shuzhen held his breath, the heartbeat in his chest sounded like thousands of horses galloping past, especially noisy in the boundless silence.

Who is it, is it really the murderer?

Many murderers would admire their own works after the incident, and even mingled with the crowd of onlookers to watch the police investigate.

No, Zhao Guohua's body has already been moved, but——

Diao Shuzhen's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his palm was wet.She didn't have any weapons at hand at all, and the only lighter that might be useful had just been left in the ruins unfortunately.I don't know if the other party has a knife.She hid in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity, hoping to subdue the opponent with one blow.

Swish, Swish.It is the sound of footsteps stepping on the sand.Every tiny bit was magnified, stimulating Diao Shuzhen's tense nerves.

When the black shadow approached, Diao Shuzhen suddenly lit up the flashlight of the phone.The sudden strong light, the other party did not instinctively block or turn his head, but rushed towards the light source.

The phone flew a full four or five meters away and hit the ground with a bang.A pair of cold hands strangled her neck with such force that Diao Shu could almost suffocate.She raised her leg to kick, but the opponent turned over and pressed on her tightly as if he had predicted her movement long ago, making her unable to move.

The familiar Leng Xiang came over faintly, Diao Shuzhen was taken aback, and stopped struggling.

Immediately, the other party seemed to feel something, and eased the force on her neck.

"Damn it, Song Yucheng!" Diao Shuzhen was surprised and delighted, "I was scared to death."

Her heart was still beating violently, like a broken motor.The place in contact with Song Yucheng's skin was scorching hot, as if it was going to burn her.She suddenly realized how soft the other person's body was, the gentle and delicate fragrance, the soft and smooth jade.

Warm and fragrant nephrite.

Diao Shu's heart was about to explode.

This seems to be an exciting and voluptuous plot in an idol drama: the scene of a murder, a cold and glamorous forensic doctor, and a talented (actually shameless) young policeman, the two fell together because of an accident.

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Diao Shuzhen stopped his thoughts and let his imagination run wild.Touching the scorching temperature on her face, she was extremely embarrassed, and couldn't help but secretly spurn herself:

It's just the drawbridge effect. (Two people walk on the suspension bridge together. Because of the danger, adrenaline is secreted, the heart beats faster, and the face turns red, but it is misjudged that they are attracted by the people around them, which leads to love. Or after the couple has experienced a dangerous incident together, the relationship develops by leaps and bounds)

Song Yucheng's voice was steady, like an emotionless AI, "Last time you promised to call me to the scene of the crime."

Song Yucheng is always like this: calm and objective.She will not be angry because Diao Shuzhen did not keep her promise, she is just stating objective facts.

Diao Shuzhen choked up, her inexplicable shame turned into anger, the old blood in her throat churned up and down in her chest, and said, "Come on. If I really meet a murderer, I'll ask, she killed him." Don't you feel very happy after that scumbag?"

She sat up, hugged her knees, and lay on the ground, refusing to get up.

Song Yucheng was beside her, with a straight back, standing upright, looking down at her.

"We are just the police." Song Yucheng said with a hint of doubt in her tone, she stated objectively, "What kind of punishment the criminal should receive is a matter for legal experts and not within our scope of responsibility. We only need to identify the body and find out Murderer, that's all."

Again.Diao Shu really felt powerless as he punched the air.

"Then Lin Yiyi's parents, don't you think they are too indifferent?" Diao Shuzhen said indignantly.

"Indifference?" Song Yucheng paused for a moment, as if trying to understand Diao Shu's true meaning, "They ignored Lin Yiyi's injuries and failed to fulfill their parental responsibilities. But the main person responsible is Zhao Guohua."

"Both Lin Yiyi and Zhao Guohua are dead now. Since her parents have ruled out the suspicion, it has nothing to do with this case. We don't need to pay attention to their lives and make any comments on their lifestyles."

Diao Shuzhen sat on the ground, shaking his knees slightly, as if thinking about something.

"I said Yucheng." Diao Shuzhen said softly, "If it was because I was an innocent girl who was killed, would you kill the murderer and avenge me?"

"Murder is a violation of our country's punishment—" Song Yucheng was stunned for a few seconds before saying.

"All right, all right." Diao Shuzhen interrupted her, "Just ask, don't take it seriously."

Her voice was damp, muffled, depressed and low, a bit like the early stages of a cold.

Song Yucheng was very puzzled: Could it be that he would catch a cold after sitting on the ground for a while?In the darkness, she couldn't see Diao Shuzhen's expression clearly, she had the urge to reach out and touch it, in order to relieve the inexplicable sense of panic in her heart.

"Enough is enough. I will continue to pay attention to this case." Diao Shuzhen stood up, disheveled and dusty, extremely embarrassed.

"But it's not to get justice for Zhao Guohua, that scumbag." Diao Shuzhen said, "The indifferent parents indulged the evil beast, and the weak wife became an accomplice to the crime. In the festive world, the cry of the weak will never be heard, probably They were choked before they could speak."

"Before sending the murderer to the execution ground, I just wanted to ask her how she felt when she watched Zhao Guohua struggle to die."

Diao Shuzhen looked at Song Yucheng's back.She was wearing a white shirt, even after the fight just now, she still looked neat and clean.It's like the surface of a lotus leaf is covered with a layer of fine velvet, so it is impossible to get any dirt from the world.

She is in the world of mortals, but she does not belong to the world of mortals.Clear and clear, unstained by vulgarity.

Such a clear and flawless state of mind will not breed the lava-like anger, dull confusion and surging sadness in Diao Shu's heart.

Diao Shuzhen sighed softly.She trekked too far and far alone on this muddy road, and fought alone for too long, so tired that she had hallucinations, thinking that there was a companion by her side.

But Song Yucheng and her are completely different after all.

The two walked out of the empty campus side by side, silent.Under the pale and flickering street lamps, the long shadows trailing behind overlapped, appearing intimate.But there seemed to be an irreparable rift between the two masters of the shadow.