Criminal Minds Profile

The green-haired young man exerted all his strength and nodded hastily, for fear that the Shura ghost in front of him would pierce dozens of holes in himself with the sharp crimson spring and switchblade.

Diao Shu raised his hand, and the drop of oozing blood rolled to the ground and disappeared without a trace.After she slapped the wine money on the table, she walked away.

The green-haired young man lay limp on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time. He looked at the decisive back with awe, and the straight and thin back revealed an inexplicable sense of desolation.

In the past few days, Diao Shu really seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappearing without a trace.Some people said that they saw Diao Shuzhen on the campus of Z University, and some people seemed to have witnessed her wandering around the Power Locomotive Co., Ltd. where Section Chief Wu worked. The little fox, who was always missing, seemed to be avoiding himself consciously.

Today is the third day after Jiang Xiaoqi's death. Lead gray clouds piled up in the sky, and the heat and humidity of the approaching shower enveloped the small town. The humid air was like a damp, worn-out towel wrapped around a person's neck. up, quite uncomfortable.

A young woman who was described as embarrassed was wandering under the corridors of the community, drawing unkind and suspicious looks from the surrounding residents.After all, the young woman looked ashen, with dust on her cheeks, and her face could hardly be seen clearly.A head of greasy and shiny hair, the dark red windbreaker had a few big holes, and there were a few maroon marks on the white substrate inside, which looked like coagulated blood spots.The overcoat was covered in suspiciously dark stains that smelled like rancid egg whites.

Passers-by were hesitating whether to expel the beggar, but they accidentally saw those amber eyes.

Tired, but extremely sharp, it seems to be able to cut through the skin and penetrate the internal organs of a person.Passersby dodge subconsciously, not to provoke the beggar who looks very difficult to provoke, so she can't help but linger at the stairs.

Only one or two aunts with excellent memory seem to find that thin and thin figure familiar, a bit like the police officer surnamed Diao who lives here.But in my impression, that person is always high-spirited, sunny and lively, and he really can't correspond to the ragged beggar in front of him.When they wanted to take a closer look, the beggar-like woman had disappeared.

This person is Diao Shuzhen—and the traces on his body are not only left by the investigation, but also many masterpieces left by "just people".

After all, in this hostile society, it is naturally a good thing not to be missed to have such a breakthrough of "justice" occasionally to vent one's dissatisfaction and anger accumulated for many years.Normally, they are afraid of the authority of the police and dare not make a sound.

Today, a disgraced and guilty policewoman is a perfect prop for their cheap "justice" fantasies.

After hesitating for a long time, she got up and went upstairs.

She didn't know why she had to go upstairs, but the habits of her body seemed to betray the will of her brain, leading her on this familiar road that she and Song Yucheng had traveled countless times.Joyful, frustrated, frowning, elated, heart-pounding... All kinds of past memories filled every corner of Diao Shuzhen's mind, from youthful to mature, every frame of beautiful picture was filled with Song Yucheng's figure.

What are you here for, and what right do you have to see her?

What are you? Do you really think you are worthy of others?

A liar's daughter will always be a liar's daughter!

Why do not you go to hell!Diao, you must die!

I just want to stand outside the door for a while.

Diao Shuzhen muttered to himself amidst the screams of his brain almost collapsing, in a begging and humble tone, I will never go in, just let me take a look.

The stomach bag that hadn't eaten much for a few days burned, and bursts of throbbing pain hit, Diao Shuzhen clutched his left abdomen, bent down, and barely had the strength to stand up straight.At this juncture, her chronic stomach disease broke out again, and it seemed that her body was also secretly warning her not to go upstairs.

After the tense nerves relaxed occasionally, overwhelming fatigue swept over.The hypoglycemia brought a feeling of dizziness, her face was pale, her eyes were dark, her heart was beating fast, and the cold sweat caused by the bursts of pain soaked her back.

She leaned on the wall and moved up with difficulty step by step.When he reached the stairwell on the fifth floor, Diao Shuzhen stopped in his tracks.She covered her mouth and nose and breathed heavily, for fear that her heavy breathing would disturb Song Yucheng at home on the sixth floor.

"Where did your roommate surnamed Diao go these two days? Has something happened and disappeared without a trace? Hmph!" A middle-aged man's thick and deep voice came from upstairs, which could be heard clearly across the floor .

"She's investigating a case." Song Yucheng's usually cold voice became colder now, and he pushed back coldly.

After the atmosphere upstairs froze for a second or two, a middle-aged man shouted again, shaking the dust from the corridor, "I asked you to go on a blind date and you always shirk it, and you don't even want to get married. Because of her?"

"This is my private matter." Song Yucheng said in a blunt tone, "Stop persuading me, I won't leave."

"Song Yucheng, are you still planning to hang out with Diao? Why do you want to hang out with a liar's daughter? What kind of fruit is on the vine? Diao is still playing tricks! What kind of criminal psychology , The case is solved based on real evidence, is it based on rhetoric, that clever mouth?"

"Song Yucheng, you are my daughter. I didn't want you to become a forensic doctor, but since you have already embarked on this path, I can't watch you ruin your career for a liar. You mess around with her, yes There won't be any good results!" The voice was eager and excited, and Diao Shuzhen could imagine his heartbroken, hating iron for nothing.

It's the director of a certain local public security bureau—with Diao Shuzhen's fearless personality, let alone a director, even the king of heaven, I probably won't bother to answer—

But Director Xue is still Song Yucheng's father.

Diao Shuzhen couldn't hold it any longer, so he just fell down on the steps in the stairwell, looking tired and pitiful.She sat on the ground with her long legs curled up, her cheeks buried in her knees, curled up into such a small ball.It looked like a little fox cub that was alive and kicking, with a smooth coat, but was abandoned by its owner at this time, covered in injuries, in a state of distress, and no one took care of it.

"It's all right now. She just lost the fig leaf of criminal psychology. A liar's daughter is a liar's daughter. It's a low-level means, and sooner or later there will be such a day. You really have to be obsessed with it. For such a person Ruin your own future?"

"Now that the special investigation team is coming, hurry up and clear the relationship with her. You have made merit in the case of City C, and you can't be implicated because of her fault. Your future is bright, and your future achievements will be incredible." There is a limited amount, but you can't leave any stains on it."

The sound of the suitcase wheels rolling on the porcelain floor was extremely ear-piercing. Diao Shuzhen imagined that Song Yucheng's things were moving out of his home bit by bit, as if cutting his body piece by piece, and his heart ached like twisting.

Director Xue's voice came, and she had a terrible headache. The exhaustion from running around for days and sudden sadness welled up in her heart, and her eyes turned black in bursts.The throbbing pain in the stomach turned into a knife-like pain, and all the internal organs ached, and it was not clear which part of the pain it was.

She dug on the back of her own hand, pinched the blood out of the skin, but did not even slightly divert the piercing pain.A thick layer of sweat had already soaked on his forehead, dripping down his cheeks.

Upstairs came the sound of rummaging through boxes and moving items, and the sound of suitcases rubbing against the ground was extremely ear-piercing.Diao Shu really couldn't bear to think about it. What moved away now was the new book on forensic science and psychology that she and Song Yucheng went to the bookstore to pick out?Or the colorful oil painting they completed together?Or was she looking at Song Yucheng's mannequin pieced together bit by bit in the corner?What about the red cotton rope that once drew beautiful pictures on the human body?

Parting is like this—every little bit of inconspicuousness is filled with another person's information. Those colors, fragrances, and touches have already quietly invaded one's territory and imprinted the traces of another person. .When it was time to separate, I found that those intertwined root systems had long been implicated together, and the only way to separate them was to cut them off.

As if suffering from Ling Chi, Diao Shu really couldn't bear to listen to it.She struggled to stand up against the wall, seeing a bloodless darkness in front of her eyes.Her heart was empty, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, she could only support the wall with one hand, and her left lower abdomen in severe pain with the other, as she staggered and was about to turn around and leave.

But he stood there again, unwilling to move for a long time, as if he was blocked by something.

Suddenly, the sound of the suitcase rubbing against the ground stopped, as if someone stopped there and grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

At that moment, it was as quiet as Song Yucheng's kiss between her brows, and the pain in body and mind was far away from her.The camphor trees outside rustled in the wind, and a few white pigeons flew into the sky.

"I believe her." Song Yucheng's clear and cold voice flowed through the tip of Diao Shuzhen's heart like a gurgling spring, making it soft and soft, "I believe her."