Criminal Minds Profile

Regardless of the pungent smell of the preservative, Song Yucheng subconsciously took a deep breath, averted his gaze, and dared not look at the face of the corpse again.

I don't know if it was the stimulation of the smell of preservatives, an inexplicable soreness rose in her throat, and she tried her best to restrain the fluctuations in her heart.After so many years, this heart has long been like a lake that has been frozen for thousands of years, without a trace of waves of life, as if it had already died.

But at this time, it was as if a meteorite had fallen from the clouds and hit the ice surface fiercely with the scorching heat after over-burning. There was a stormy sea.

Song Yucheng closed his eyes, as if he saw his mother Song Qing lying there with a kind and gentle face, as if she was asleep.Her slender and distinct eyelashes are trembling slightly, and the corners of her lips have the curvature of a natural smile, as if she is about to open those energetic eyes in a second, stretch out her powerful and warm arms, and hug the homeless children into the bosom.

Song Yucheng opened his eyes, those cold and deep pupils like a cold pool were covered with a layer of very light water, ethereal like mist that would be dispersed by the wind.She blinked, and her aloofness and clarity returned to her eyes in an instant.She stretched out her hand involuntarily, her fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to pass through more than ten years of time and the boundary between life and death, to obtain the trembling temperature of her fingertips.

The whole class instinctively lowered their breathing, staring at this pale girl, as if they were afraid that they would disturb her rare courage.

Song Yucheng was about to touch the cold female corpse on the dissecting table, and when his slender jade-like fingertips were about to be stained with the putrid mucus from the corpse, Xie Dingpu patted her on the shoulder.Her body trembled, and her confused eyes became more sober. She bit her lip, and a crimson bite mark bloomed on her bloodless lips. White lip color.

"Hey, student, you forgot this—" Xie Dingpu smiled and handed over a brand new scalpel and a pair of sterile gloves, "The kid is too nervous, you still need to pay attention to the most basic sense of aseptic operation .”

While speaking, he put more weight on Song Yucheng's shoulders, looked at her pale face and slightly trembling lips with worry, and whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear clearly: "Are you okay?" ? If you really can't hold on, then replace me."

Song Yucheng twisted his body lightly, and calmly released the strength of the hand on his shoulder.She glanced at Teacher Xie gratefully, and then lowered her head again to focus on the corpse lying on the dissecting table.

There was no Song Qing, no mother who smiled at her like an angel under the warm yellow sun, and there was only a highly shrunken and stiff skeleton lying there quietly.No one will hold her in his arms to comfort her, no one cares about her emotions that still exist, only she is alone in the face of those ancient and eternal human bones without a trace of warmth, almost paranoid to understand every inch of human body structure .

She understands the composition of human bones, the support and movement of muscles, the shape and position of nerves and blood vessels, and the functions of internal organs. She knows that a hug is nothing more than the movement of the elbow joint and the long bones of the upper limbs driven by the biceps brachii and triceps. She also knows that mother When raising one's own children, dopamine and oxytocin will be secreted, which activates the human pleasure center and produces a feeling called "love".

But how warm a hug is, how happy it is to be loved, she has no idea.

Yes, always.

The trembling of her fingertips stopped, and the scalpel rested firmly on her slender and powerful knuckles.

Teacher Xie couldn't help raising his eyebrows, he was very surprised, a little bit surprised that the movements of this new student didn't feel jerky or sluggish at all, instead, there was a kind of familiarity of an old bird, as if he had picked up this small handle thousands of times. And a sharp knife too.

So Teacher Xie focused on other students, and introduced: "There are several ways to hold a scalpel, including the pen-holding style, the bow-holding style, the holding style and the back-picking style. Xiao Song's current holding technique is The bow, which is the most common surgical technique, can be used to make longer skin incisions."

Close your eyes and see it as an illusion.

To plug one's ears to hear is to be delusional.

This fantasy is so beautiful and vivid, it arouses the strongest desire in my heart, to give me the love of a mother that I have never had—but——

What is false will remain false after all, and illusions will end in illusions.

Song Yucheng's deep eyes suddenly opened, and he returned to the cold and clear eyes of the past, with a kind of determination to abandon everything, frightening all ghosts and monsters, exuding the meaning of supreme authority above everything.

Holding the knife, she lowered it steadily, like cutting butter, and precisely pulled out a straight, evenly shaded line. The soaked black skin was very evenly divided as if pulled by a nano-cutting knife. Next to the sides, the yellow and white fat below poured and overflowed.The faces of the few students who were relatively close were pale. After smelling the smell, they choked up a few times in their throats, and finally couldn't help rushing out of the classroom to retch.

Song Yucheng was not at all affected by the strong stimulation and disgusting smell of the picture. Her movements were as precise and precise as carving a mural on a walnut, as if she had done it thousands of times skillfully.Starting from the midline of the lower edge of the mandible, the skin and subcutaneous tissue were incised downward along the midline of the neck, chest, and abdomen around the left side of the navel to the upper edge of the pubic symphysis.Then extend to the groin on both sides.

"This is the straight-line cutting method, and the application force is appropriate, so that the wound surface is neat and smooth, and the internal organs of the corpse are not damaged." Teacher Xie seemed to have lost his sense of smell, his face remained unchanged, and he was so excited that he almost applauded. "This student did a pretty good job. You look at the incision, it's as straight as a line, so neat, and the depth is the same. I can't believe it's an incision made by a freshman. Are you a natural practitioner? Let's go—hey, Song Yucheng, his surname is Song, maybe it's the inherited skill of that family."

Xie Dingpiao talked endlessly, seemingly making jokes. His original intention was to divert the attention of the freshmen a little bit, so as not to be too disgusted when they saw the scene of the autopsy for the first time, and it would be bad for them to have any psychological shadow.After he calmed down the students' emotions a little, he turned his head, his brows twitched suddenly, seeing the girl who was doing well on the operating table just now turned blue, as if she was about to vomit a mouthful of blood in a second.

He hurried forward and said anxiously: "Student, why do you—"

Song Yucheng waved his hand, as if all his strength had been drained, the knife in his hand fell straight onto the metal plate of the dissecting table, making an ominous sound.She took off her gloves, threw them into the medical trash can next to her, covered her churning stomach with her right hand, and staggered out towards the classroom door.

Z hit the corner of the teaching corridor.A cute elementary school girl wearing a pink skirt and a white camisole took Diao Shuzhen's arm, shook it, and said softly, "Sister, just give me your WeChat ID."

This is Bai Jiaoruan, a freshman from the Department of Psychology. She is pure and pleasant, her face is full of young collagen, and her skin is so tender that it can ooze water when pinched.Because of Diao Shuzhen's enthusiasm for helping to move things, it's already a baby bird plot, so he must stick to her.

Diao Shu really wanted to agree, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure leaning against the wall of the corridor on the first floor of the opposite building, her forehead hair was wet with sweat, and it stuck to her pale cheeks, showing a serious injury Dying beauty afterward.And next to her, a tall middle-aged man looked serious, as if he was forcing the other party, and even pulled the other party's arm while speaking.

Diao Shuzhen's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't care about the cute school girl who was obsessed with him, so he said perfunctorily: "It's a little effort, no need to thank me."

As if she had oiled the soles of her feet, she quickly ran towards the opposite teaching building, ignoring the school girl behind her and stomping her feet angrily.

Isn't today an anatomy class?What happened to Song Yucheng?He's usually not quite tough, why didn't he make a fuss about that man?

When she arrived panting, she saw a middle-aged man holding Song Yucheng's arm, and Song Yucheng, who was usually strong, looked lost for some reason, and just stood there motionless.

Diao Shu was really angry, fearing that he was not strong enough, he deliberately retreated to the door, accelerated his run-up, and slammed into the middle-aged man, forcing him to let go of Song Yucheng's arm.

"Heh, what brat who doesn't have eyes, doesn't he have eyes?" The middle-aged man clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he glared at Diao Shuzhen, his eyes almost burst into flames.He took a step forward, and was about to pull Song Yucheng again, but Diao Shuzhen stepped forward, stretched his arms to stop him, and protected Song Yucheng behind him.

"You ignorant girl, don't come in my way." The middle-aged man was quite tall, tall and burly, with hard muscles all over his body, and he looked like someone who could make people vomit blood at once. kind.Compared with him, Diao Shuzhen is like a weak bean sprouts, or an inconspicuous little fox in front of the tiger, his strength is not in the same order of magnitude at all.

"What are you!" Diao Shuzhen shrank instinctively, and the opponent's figure enveloped him, and his mountainous figure revealed a suffocating pressure.There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her hands and feet were tense and stiff, but she was unwilling to give in at all——

Because from the limited glance just now, she found that Song Yucheng's situation was simply terrible - his complexion was as pale as paper, with no blood at all.Even though she is usually a cold beauty with a face that has not changed for a thousand years and cannot see happiness or anger, she will not show the desolate feeling of dying like a white swan being strangled like a white swan like now.

She is right behind.

"Even if you are the king of heaven, don't try to take Song Yucheng away in front of my eyes." Diao Shuzhen roared these words from his chest, loudly.

"Heh, I'm her father, what are you?" The middle-aged man crossed his arms, looked down at this fearless bean sprouts, and smiled angrily, "What are you?"

"You are her father, and I'm still her marriage partner." Diao Shuzhen retorted.

Diao Shuzhen's impassioned speech echoed in the corridor. After the air was quiet for a second or two, there was a deafening applause, mixed with cheers and screams, which lasted for a long time.Not only does it not stop, but it also has a tendency to intensify.

In such a tense situation, Diao Shuzhen still turned his head and bowed slightly to the applauding audience, showing a triumphant smile.Seeing the middle-aged man's face turn from red to white, and then from white to blue, she couldn't help but curl her lips when she knew it was not time to laugh.

Heh, who is afraid of whom, this is a school, and they are robbing girls and beating people in broad daylight?Just wait to be overwhelmed by the ocean of justice of the people!

"Oh, do you think you don't talk? Let me tell you, if Song Yucheng doesn't want to, no one can force her! Oh, don't care who you are—" With the support of everyone, Diao Shu was really timid and even more courageous. When she got bigger, she almost jumped up and pointed at the middle-aged man's nose and cursed.

Song Yucheng, who was standing there like a puppet and didn't understand, suddenly listened to him, bowed his head and lay on Diao Shuzhen's shoulder, shifted his weight to Diao Shuzhen's body, and whispered, "He is really my father."

"I still want to pretend to be her father, I tell you, your grandfather is—" Diao Shuzhen choked up, swallowing the intercontinental missile that was being launched alive, so full of anger that he almost vomited old blood up.She clutched the base of her neck and coughed loudly, heart-piercingly.

The author has something to say: write about the feelings of two people being attacked:

Song Gong:

Dishan Qian: (haven't spoken yet)

Readers: That’s right, that’s right, that’s the feeling, it’s Song Gong, okay, you don’t need to say any more

Diao Gong:

Dis Shanqian: Because of balabalabala ([-] characters) and balabalabala ([-] characters), so Xiao Diao attacked, really

Readers: Really?Why didn't I see it?Really? (with a forced smile)