Criminal Minds Profile

Hao Ren's face suddenly turned from normal to red, from red to white, from white to blue, very wonderful.

Diao Shuzhen withdrew his attention, feeling light in his heart, like drinking fine wine, bathed in the early spring breeze after getting drunk, and the warm wind carried the fragrance of flowers and grass.She tore open a business card, wrote her number on half of it, and handed it to the young lady along with the other half, paper and pen.

"I'm in a hurry to go back to feed the cat at home, so I'm leaving first." Diao Shuzhen smiled brightly, "It's a beautiful day and beautiful company, tonight is really wonderful. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The young lady took advantage of the opportunity to write down her phone number, and after handing it to Diao Shuzhen, she glanced at Song Yucheng next to her again, with a half-smile.

After she turned and left, Diao Shuzhen saw her crimson face reflected on the glass window.From the neck all the way up to the back of the ears, I couldn't help being embarrassed.She put the young lady's phone number in her pocket and left the hotel, some fled in panic.

Diao Shuzhen was striding along the scenic belt along the river, his heart was in a mess.

She recalled what had just happened, and was amazed at her own psychological reaction.

How could I avoid it when the young lady in the red dress came to kiss me?This kind of low-level mistake can catch up with the beautiful young lady who has already washed up and is lying on the bed, winking and waiting for him to pass by.But he closed the door and ran away.

This is too inconsistent with my usual style, I should kiss him back.

She walked quickly, her thoughts were flying, and her mood was difficult to calm down.In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that I don't want my work partner Song Yucheng to see the side of my private life, which threatens my sense of security.

Diao Shuzhen shook his head, feeling a little amused.It's not that Song Yucheng is ignorant of his own habits, so there is really nothing to avoid.

But the next time you flirt with a girl, it's better to avoid Song Yucheng.She really doesn't want to be exposed to that icy gaze, it feels like stuffing a snowball into a down jacket in winter, and any gorgeous reverie you have will turn into embarrassment that melts in the collar.

The weather in spring changes very quickly. Today is a sunny day. Under the clear and refined sky, a crescent moon hangs on the top of the willow tree.

The crowd in front gradually thinned out.She stopped, suddenly realizing that she had arrived at the crime scene.It turned out that without knowing it, I walked from the Hexi Wharf to the vicinity of the First Bridge, a distance of five kilometers.

The breeze brushed over the sweat hanging from her forehead, refreshing and cooling, calming the restless restlessness.

Diao Shuzhen wiped off the sweat on his face, and the sweat ran down his back. After exercising, his whole body was warm and comfortable.She walked lazily towards the scene of the crime.

The river wind blows towards Diao Shuzhen's exposed neck and arms with a unique damp and fishy smell.The citizens knew from today's headlines that this was the scene of the crime, and they all avoided it.There was a rustling sound in the reeds as tall as a person, probably a four-legged snake fleeing in a hurry.Bats hovered over it, making strange horoscopes.

Diao Shuzhen took a few deep breaths, then let it out slowly, trying to keep his mind as clear as possible.

She closed her eyes and opened them again.There are still reeds floating in front of my eyes, and the reflection of the lights of a bridge is broken into geometric fragments under the blowing of the breeze.What he smelled at the end of his nose was still the fresh and moist river wind, without the desperate breath of death that he had during the day.

Diao Shuzhen stepped on the stone steps and walked slowly to a place closer to the river.Because today is a sunny day, the water level on the river has dropped a lot, by about half a meter.Diao Shuzhen frowned, stepping step by step on the rocks exposed in the mud, so as not to sink himself.There are traces circled by white chalk in front, which is where the old lady was buried.The body had been removed, and the large pit left there seemed even more shocking.

She frowned, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and used her feet to slightly test the depth of the pit and the humidity of the soil.As if she had made up her mind, she spread her coat outside first, and then slowly lay down.

The perspective changes.

The sky is so low, and the dark clouds are pressed down, like lead blocks.A bridge in the distance is like a collapsed tombstone, pressing on Diao Shuzhen.Scattered high-voltage wires form a fishing net, and Diao Shuzhen suddenly remembered a folk rumor that if a fishing net is placed on a dead person, the innocent soul will be bound, and the murderer will not be able to seek revenge.The stench in the pit invaded Diao Shuzhen's sense of smell, and the chill penetrated into her bones.

Although she often returned to the murder scene alone, the fact that a person was buried alive here still made her hairs stand on end and her scalp explode.She barely restrained her mind, lowered her consciousness, became weak but sensitive, and carefully caught the clues that might be missed at the scene.

Bitter hatred.Cold killing intent.happy.It was as if a mouthful of blood that had been stagnant in my heart for many years was coughed out from my throat, filled with a fishy and sweet aroma.The fire in my heart is boiling, and the fire of hatred will burn the innocent soul to nothing, and it will be wiped out in ashes.He looked down at the weeping face of the old man, swinging the shovel of death.

No, not right.It's her, not him!

She knelt down and watched with a smile as the life of the old man faded away.

Like a live fish on the chopping board, even after the belly was cut open, the muscles still struggle and convulse, jumping from the chopping board to the ground, bouncing and twitching, and finally turned into boiling fish soup in the pot.

enjoy.Unparalleled enjoyment.Mesmerizingly perfect.

There's nothing much to appreciate about death—whether it's the deposited plaques, the stiff joints, the cloudy corneas, the dilated pupils, the melting skin, and the writhing white maggots.But it is the act of stealing the power of the gods that takes the life of another person and turns the living thing into a static death, which makes people fascinated.

When filling in the last handful of soil, she seemed to bury her confused and hesitant self in a deep pit.Those black eyes ignited a flame like a beast, and finally ignited into a prairie fire.

A prairie fire.The bridge in the distance looked like a documentary about the end of the world. It was burned and deformed in the high temperature of the flames, and it collapsed in the middle like a piece of melted chocolate.The steel bars fell, and the masonry rolled down.A snow-white shadow fell on it, and its posture was so graceful that it seemed to be flying upwards.

The tide flooded into the pit.Diao Shuzhen woke up suddenly. She felt severe pain and numbness in her right leg, and she couldn't move.Or because of the oppression of the body just now and the low temperature in the pit, it happened to be cramp at this time.

She struggled to get up from the bottom of the pit, and the mud at the bottom of the pit was like countless hands, firmly sticking her to the ground.Like a sticky board for an unlucky fly.In a panic, she tried to support herself with her left hand, but accidentally knocked on a sharp stone in the pit, and the sound of cutting the silk was extremely loud and penetrating.The piercing pain weakened her mind, and the high tide kept hitting the shore and poured in, and the live mud and sand poured on her body.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she choked on several saliva, the smelly and dirty water.She felt nauseous as she heard the next wave roaring towards her.

Could it be - died like this?Didn't die from the massacre of a vicious serial killer, didn't die from a trap carefully constructed by a smooth-talking liar, just died in a small accident, like a mouse in the gutter that couldn't escape from its nest after a flood?

Did Sun Fengdi feel the same way when she was buried alive in the pit?

The scene in front of me flashed like a lantern: the mother brought two identical cups of milk and forced her to question her young self; the father's red and angry eyes roared like a beast; the teacher's pupils gradually became dilated, and his hands and feet were cold, telling himself not to waste the unique talent; Song Yucheng severely rejected Hao Ren, saying that he did not like the solemn and cold appearance of a living person...

Song Yucheng!

With great strength, he lifted Diao Shuzhen's collar upwards, breaking through the water.Fresh air rushed into Diao Shuzhen's lungs.She breathed in the fresh air with all her strength, and it took her a long time to shudder before she could barely relieve the deep-rooted fear.

Song Yucheng also jumped down the pit, the water covered her calves, and her navy blue dress was filthy.Diao Shuzhen sat in the water in embarrassment, slipped several times before barely standing up.

Song Yucheng's face was so gloomy that he could wring out water.Diao Shuzhen shrank his neck and lowered his head, feeling guilty that he had done something wrong for no reason.

"Are you injured?" The smell of blood in the air attracted Song Yucheng's attention. She frowned, and her complexion became even worse.

"It's all right, I accidentally got scratched by a stone and scratched my skin." Diao Shuzhen hurriedly argued, "Don't bother."

Song Yucheng ignored the filth on Diao Shuzhen who seemed to be digged out of the mud, and took her hand to examine it carefully.A wound ran through the palm, extending from the hypothenar muscle on the palm side to the thenar side, a full five or six centimeters in length, and the dark red blood was still gushing out.

"No, I have to go to the hospital for stitches." Song Yucheng's facial muscles became more rigid, and he said angrily, "It would be terrible if the infection caused sepsis. I don't know how many germs and parasites are in the soil and water outside."

"Oh." Diao Shuzhen replied weakly, and she turned her eyes to show her guilt.