Criminal Minds Profile

The girl turned over from the bridge, and the white skirt fluttered like a butterfly with broken wings.The falling water splash disappeared without a trace on the river.In the fast-moving traffic on the bridge, only a white shadow remains in the tired eyesight of the hurrying Yegui.

The bloody waning moon hung in the dark sky like a curtain, and the bats spun up and down, drawing a strange and gloomy dance.Diao Shuzhen looked down, the surface of the river was dark, the lights of the cars passed by in a hurry, and the lingering floating lights fell on the riverside and the bright spots were fleeting.

The heart of the river is pitch black, and the cold water vapor blows towards the face, as if staring at the abyss, the darkness is bottomless, peeking at the prosperity of the city, savoring the young and warm life, a little cool.

As she was walking, a bell rang in her ears, and the powerful bell startled a flock of crows on the tombstone, plunging into the withered jungle.She walked in the inextricable fog, with the crackling sound of dead leaves and bones under her feet, and occasionally slipped on the sticky carrion.

stumbling.

She stumbled over a fresh corpse, it was an old woman, her hands stretched out to the sky in a daze, like two dead branches, shriveled.His cloudy eyes were clouded with white shades, and he couldn't close them until he died.Diao Shuzhen half knelt down and closed her eyes for her, his fingertips felt as sticky as melted syrup.Maggots crawled up the wrinkled face.

In the lively scene, the crowd gathered like mosquitoes and flies, covering a large area, with shock and excitement on their faces, plus a smile that was not a smile.There was a lot of discussion and noise, as if needles were being pierced in Diao Shuzhen's forehead.She tried her best to push through the crowd, and there was a package lying on the dazzling bright red wedding dress.

Meat cubes in plastic bags.

Panic was contagious among the crowd, and they scattered away with a huff.

Diao Shuzhen twisted the red and white meat.Unlike the sticky and slippery texture of raw meat, the nearly burnt pieces of meat shattered on her fingertips, exuding a disgusting burnt aroma.

On the quiet stage, the spotlight shone coldly, and a drop of warm liquid hit her forehead.The bright red color is even more dazzling on the white fingertips, it is blood.The heartbeat was like a drum, blood was rushing in the blood vessels, and the sound of peaks rang in the ears.She raised her head abruptly, and a black shadow floated back and forth like a swing in the sky.

She went up the spiral staircase, and the cold light dotted on the uneven brick wall beside the wall seemed to be peeking at the panicked intruder like eyes with malicious intentions.Whispering.Cold sweat stuck to Diao Shuzhen's body, and the salty sweat covered Diao Shuzhen's eyes, making him sore and unbearable.

Trembling, she tried to light the lighter in her hand, but it failed after a few clicks.lit.That black shadow is a person who hanged in the air, and his lower body is empty, full of bones——

Diao Shuzhen woke up from the dream suddenly and sat up.

The picture in the dream flashed in front of Diao Shuzhen's eyes, and the disgusting and terrifying feeling was like living clay, clinging to her throat.

The layout of the room is quite simple. On the bedside table are plastic boxes of instant noodles and a few dried and wrinkled fruits that have not had time to eat.She gasped for breath, and it took a while for her heartbeat to calm down slightly.She barely stretched her arms, grinning in pain.

God knows it's just a nap, why did he get into such a mess.The cold wind hit, and the skin shuddered one by one, and the clothes were wet and stuck to the body, which was very uncomfortable.Only then did she realize that in addition to her hair being soaked, her pajamas and sheets were all soaked.

got windy.

The cold wind knocked open the old window, and the ground crashed into the wall, sending dust down.Immediately, the sound of rain hitting the sycamore leaves, mixed with the sound of howling wind, rang out.

Diao Shu was really shocked.She got out of bed, got up and fumbled to close the window.She returned to the bed, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, and simply fumbled to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink.

Roommate Song Yucheng's room was still lit, and the light came out from the gap in the door.

Diao Shuzhen smiled, stepped lightly, and tiptoedly sat down in the living room with the glass of water.The cold water flows down the throat to the stomach pouch. It is not comfortable, but it can dilute the bitter taste between the lips and tongue.

Diao Shuzhen tried to recall the dream just now: For a professional criminal profiler, understanding one's own feelings, desires, and needs is an essential homework.Dreams, even the weirdest and most terrifying ones, will to a certain extent reflect a certain desire in the subconscious.

Her mind was empty, and occasionally a few pictures flashed by, like a misty phosphorous fire, she could hardly capture anything.She closed her eyes, seeing the changing light in front of her eyes, her body was sinking little by little, and her consciousness gradually lost.

In the haze, the door of roommate Song Yucheng's room opened, and warm orange light poured out like running water.

"Don't sleep on the sofa, be careful of catching a cold." Song Yucheng said softly, "Did you have another nightmare?"

Her voice was clear and cold, and each word flowed out, like a pearl hitting a jade plate, which made people admire but also discouraged.But tonight's concern is like a breeze blowing through the copper bell hanging in front of the door, and while it sounds beautiful, it adds a little bit of human fireworks.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I used to do this when you were not around." Diao Shuzhen squinted and smiled, Tao Hua's eyes were blurred, "Sometimes I have nightmares in bed, so I just go to the sofa to get lost for a while."

Song Yucheng turned on the night light, and in the small warm yellow round light, there was a fat big orange cat nestled on the emerald green meadow, looking cute and naive.Song Yucheng held a normal proportioned skull in his arms, and carried a quilt on his shoulders.She was wearing a snow-white silk pajamas.Under the orange light, the delicate collarbone and almost transparent white skin were revealed.

Warm concern flows in her eyes, as if for a moment the wind blows away the layers of clouds and mist on Kyogori Snow Peak, revealing the snow peak that cannot be seen by the world, and the sun pours down.

holy.mystery.And gentle.

Song Yucheng came over, bent down, touched Diao Shuzhen's forehead, and it was split with one touch.

Diao Shuzhen stared blankly at Song Yucheng, the warm gleam flickered in her double pupils, making one think of the fireflies in the mountains for no reason, so flickering and blurry, innocent and beautiful.A trace of cold fragrance lingered on the tip of Diao Shuzhen's nose, vaguely absent.After waking up from a nightmare, the five senses become dull and troublesome. All this is like a warm and beautiful dream, and it is unbearable to disturb breathing.

"It's so cold, let's go to bed and sleep." Song Yucheng frowned.

"Well, I'll just sit for a while." Diao Shuzhen pointed to the remaining half glass of water, indicating that he would go back to the room after drinking. Song Yucheng nodded, turned and left.

Diao Shuzhen looked at the quilt Song Yucheng put down, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled silently.She curled up in the quilt, the chocolate-colored quilt was fluffy and soft, with Song Yucheng's unique cold fragrance, which was enough to resist a sudden spring cold.

Suddenly I lost sleepiness.

Diao Shuzhen rummaged through the drawers under the coffee table, and finally pulled out a crumpled box of

cigarette.After hesitating for a moment, remembering that Song Yucheng seemed to hate the smell of cigarettes, he put it back again.

It's unbelievable that another human being can stay on the property for several months.

Diao Shu is really a vigilant person.The familiarity with micro-expressions, the accumulation of psychological knowledge, and the study of neuro-linguistic programming make Diao Shuzhen have a clear understanding of the subtleties of the human heart.

Coupled with his delicate and pleasant appearance, and his slightly shy and non-aggressive temperament when he smiles, it is really easy for Diao Shu to please women, and it was not difficult for him to meet all kinds of beauties.

However, Diao Shu really has a habit of never spending the night outside.

She is like a weak and vigilant cub, guarding her own space and not giving an inch.

It is even less likely that she will bring others to her home.

She didn't intend to explore why she tolerated Song Yucheng, such a partner who was only at work, staying in her territory for so long.The answer doesn't look pleasant, it seems that something unshakable is falling apart, which makes Diao Shuzhen feel a little confused.

Habits are a terrible thing.

Pavlov's dog.Skinner's box.

Do you want to have a partner to face those bloody and cruel scenes together when going through life and death?

When I wake up from a nightmare, there is a warm bed beside me, to save me who is trapped in a cold and dark swamp?

When did you stop hanging out in various bars, hunting young and beautiful girls, and waking up with redoubled self-loathing and doubts?

Or maybe it's just a habit.No more dragging your tired body, with a brain tortured by extreme emotions such as despair and grief, sitting alone in the small room, staring blankly at the lights of thousands of houses outside, while the inside of the house is pitch black.

The future is uncertain, and life and death are hard to know.

Diao Shuzhen curled the corners of his mouth silently, closed his eyes, his thoughts ebbed and flowed.The spring night is extremely quiet, and the heavy rain hits the window lattice, blooming water flowers, and the water droplets meander down the misty window.

People relax their nerves on rainy days. According to psychology, wild beasts will not appear on rainy days, which can provide a relatively safe environment for primitive people to sleep around the campfire.

While he was dozing off, there were stray spots of light flashing in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the sofa sank, and the familiar cold fragrance came faintly.

There was an extra cup of steaming milk on the coffee table.

"Drink some hot water." Song Yucheng took Diao Shuzhen's half-drinked glass of cold water.

"Thank you." Diao Shuzhen narrowed his eyes and smiled.She leaned against the back of the sofa, her pajamas unbuttoned.She stretched her legs and lifted the quilt, her snow-white ankles were exposed, very dishonest.

"Hey, it's been a long time without a case. It's rare to be so peaceful." Diao Shuzhen picked up the milk, and the heat climbed to his heart along his fingertips, warming it up.Diao Shu really brightened up.

Song Yucheng made a silent gesture, signaling Diao Shuzhen not to be crowed.

Diao Shuzhen laughed, his brows and eyes curved."Superstition," she muttered.

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