Criminal Minds Profile

"How do you plan to pass the polygraph test tomorrow?" Diao Shuzhen scratched his head, feeling that his hairline had grown higher and his head was becoming bald.

Song Yucheng didn't say a word, just sat upright on the chair, with his hands on his knees, like a good student who listened to the teacher obediently.

"But having said that, you are just doing a simple psychological assessment. Why do you use polygraph interrogation technology?" Diao Shuzhen squinted his eyes and looked Song Yucheng up and down.

"If it was you, under the circumstance of intentionally concealing it, wouldn't it be possible to test that you are a person with a healthy mind, excellent character and learning, a sound personality, and a pure and single-minded person." Song Yucheng curled his lips and said coolly, "Actually up?"

Diao Shuzhen: ...That's right, but especially the adjective "pure and single-minded", I always think you mean something.

The principle of lie detection is nothing more than to record the changes of physiological parameters of people under psychological stimulation, with the purpose of judging the authenticity of the declarant's words.When a person is lying, there will be some physiological changes: such as changes in breathing rhythm, or even holding his breath; due to the excitement of the sympathetic nervous system, the heartbeat will increase, blood pressure, body temperature will increase, and sweat excretion from the forehead and palms will increase; , abnormal eye movements; muscle tremors, changes in voice intonation, etc.*.The observation of micro-expressions can also be counted as part of the lie detection method.

Now that there is polygraph technology, there will be corresponding means of avoiding polygraph, such as taking drugs, or doing some professional training for polygraph and so on.Of course, the school's so-called lie detector is definitely not that precise, but even so, it is more than enough to deal with a freshman like Song Yucheng.

Thinking of this, Diao Shuzhen felt that her head was as big as a fight—she knew Song Yucheng's dedication to the forensic science profession, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an obsession in the bottom of her heart or regarded as life.However, Song Yucheng was stimulated to develop special delusional symptoms only after autopsy at the beginning of school. If she continued to study forensic science, and even became a forensic doctor, if her mental state further deteriorated and could not be reversed, then she would Didn't he become the murderer who pushed her into the abyss?At that time, it will be useless to regret any more.

Diao Shuzhen was so thoughtful, so distraught and restless that he even accidentally knocked over the cup when receiving hot water and spilled his hand, burning his teeth.

"Do you also think I'm having a paranoia attack?" Song Yucheng's cold voice echoed in the bedroom, and he spoke directly without any detours.

Diao Shuzhen turned around and looked straight into Song Yucheng's eyes, those pure black pupils were clear and flawless, without any impurities.After a long time, it was Diao Shuzhen who looked away first, she murmured, and said, "I—"

"I won't make things difficult for you." Song Yucheng stood behind her and gently covered her mouth, "I have clear evidence, and I will explain it to you in detail after the polygraph test tomorrow."

"Okay." Diao Shuzhen agreed without hesitation, patted his chest and said, "No matter what, I believe you."

"Are you willing to trust me completely, open your heart, and hand over your soul and body to me?" Diao Shuzhen looked straight into Song Yucheng's eyes and said nervously, "I can't guarantee success, or there will be any side effects. Yeah, maybe it's going to be worse or not—"

Diao Shuzhen stopped talking in surprise, because that lofty and aloof Song Yucheng, who looked like a banished fairy from the sky, bent down and imprinted a devout kiss on her fingertips.

"I am willing."

Under the cover of the camphor tree, there are several old and faded writings of "Psychological Counseling Room" of Z University.The suicide rate in major colleges and universities across the country has always been high. The country and the Ministry of Education attach great importance to the mental health of students, and specifically issued a document requiring major colleges and universities to set up special psychological counseling rooms to play a role in suicide intervention and relieve students' psychological pressure. .

However, big slogans will be shouted with enthusiasm, and when it needs to be implemented, no one will pay.No, the psychological counseling room of Z University may have been established for ten or eight years, and the level is still at the level of the neighborhood committee's coordinating aunt. This big guy is burning high incense once.

Therefore, when Song Yucheng arrived at the psychological consultation room of Z University on time, he was a little shocked by the high-end and sophisticated equipment in the corner.An assistant was sitting around the pile of instruments and adjusting them, while Yi Qiubai, a young teacher of the introductory psychology course, was sitting behind the desk, smiling and warmly beckoning her over.

After Song Yucheng sat down, the assistant who was wearing a mask and a white coat turned back and blinked exaggeratedly at her, as if his eyelids were about to twitch.

With this sly and sharp gaze, who else could it be if it wasn't her little fox, Diao Shuzhen!

The moment he saw Diao Shuzhen, it was like a stone fell from the bottom of his heart. Song Yucheng pulled out the chair and sat down, the tension in his heart eased a little.

"Is that Song Yucheng, a first-year forensic medicine major?" Yi Qiubai greeted her with a smile, got up and poured her a glass of water, like a big brother next door, who can win people's affection.

Song Yucheng nodded, and glanced at him indifferently, he didn't show the kind of liking for Yi Qiubai like ordinary girls.

"What we are going to conduct today is not a standard lie detection process, it can only be regarded as an ordinary psychological assessment. You can relax and don't need to be too nervous." Yi Qiubai said with a smile, "Just treat it as a small game." .”

Song Yucheng nodded slightly, clasping his fingers together, his face carved out of ice and snow showed no expression, and he couldn't tell what she was feeling at all.Diao Shuzhen blinked at Yi Qiubai where she couldn't see her, and secretly took off his mask and made a face.Song Yucheng turned his eyes away and stopped looking at her.

In the conversation before the test, Yi Qiubai asked in detail what happened in the anatomy class yesterday, focusing on the characteristics of the corpse and some details of the dissection process.Song Yucheng answered one by one. Yi Qiubai lowered his head and recorded the questions in his notebook. After a short rest, he signaled Diao Shuzhen to put on Song Yucheng a cuff for blood pressure measurement, a breathing and heartbeat monitor, and a clip for microcurrent testing on Song Yucheng. fingertip of the middle finger.

During the operation, Yi Qiubai's assistant Diao Shuzhen acted businesslike, as if he didn't know Song Yucheng at all, and didn't even look at her.

Yi Qiubai glanced at the recorder with no fluctuations, smiled slightly and said, "Your mental quality is pretty good."

Song Yucheng nodded slightly, and only a small waveform appeared on the screen, suggesting that she did not have any emotional fluctuations in her appreciation of Yi Qiubai.

Question: Are you Song Yucheng, a freshman in the Department of Forensic Science?

Answer: Yes. (voice low, firm)

Q: Did you take anatomy class yesterday afternoon?

Answer: Yes.

Q: Is the teacher of the anatomy class Mr. Xie Dingpu Xie?

Answer: Yes.

Question: After Mr. Xie finished his lecture, did he let people come forward to demonstrate?

Answer: Yes.

Q: He picked you, right?

Answer: Yes.

Q: Are your dissection techniques more proficient than the average freshman?

Answer: Yes. (He paused for a moment, raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes wide, showing a surprised expression)

Q: Is this the first cadaver you've dissected?

Answer: Yes.

Q: You enrolled in September this year, right?

Answer: Yes.

Question: When you opened the coffin, was it a male corpse or a female corpse?

Answer: female corpse.

Q: There are many classmates around, right?

Answer: Yes.

Ask: Are they scared of someone?

Answer: Yes.

Q: Did you see the black skin of the corpse?

Answer: Yes. (slight shortness of breath, increased heart rate, increased blood pressure)

Question: After the knife was cut, did you see the yellow and white connective tissue under the skin of the corpse?

Answer: Yes. (heart rate drops, blood pressure drops)

Question: When you cut it deeper, did you see the human skeleton?

Answer: Yes.

Q: You are from the provincial capital, right?

Answer: Yes.

Question: Do you think that the corpses in the anatomy class were donated by caring people who signed the "Consent Form for Donating Human Organs" before their death?

Answer: Yes. (answered after a moment of hesitation)

Question: You are from the provincial capital.Right.

answer.

Q: Was the body someone you knew?

Answer: Yes. (Pauses for a few seconds, bites lip)

(There is no abnormal reaction in the current counter)

Q: Dead bodies are your friends?

Answer: No. (accompanied by slight head shaking)

Q: Is the corpse your elder?

Answer: No. (Looking blankly, frowning slightly, looking confused)

Q: Do you really want to be a forensic doctor?

Answer: Yes.

Question: For this ideal, do you not hesitate to lie and cheat?

Answer: No.

Q: Is the body your mother?

Answer: Yes. (difficult to speak, dry voice)

(Yi Qiubai and Diao Shuzhen look at each other, and a look of disapproval appears on Yi Qiubai's face)

Q: Do you feel like you are hallucinating?

Answer: No. (without hesitation)

(Yi Qiubai sighed softly, with a look of pity on his face, Diao Shuzhen gave him a look, hoping that he would continue the test)

Q: Were you sober when you thought the dead body was your mother?

Answer: No.

Question: Did you mistakenly believe in your dream that the corpse belonged to your mother?

Answer: Yes.

Q: How do you know for sure that you are dreaming?

A: Because I woke up. (answer firmly)

Q: So you didn't mistake the dead body for your mother when you were awake?

Answer: Of course.

An inconceivable look appeared on Yi Qiubai's face. He rubbed his temples and said with a smile, "I almost misjudged my judgment, you little friend, you are too honest. Since it is a dream, how can you tell me?" Did you see your mother? I almost thought you were delusional."

Diao Shuzhen was helping Song Yucheng untie the belt on his wrist, while casually saying: "I think about it day and night, but as for dreaming and dreaming, it's not against the law. Dreaming about my mother is nothing, I also dream about me and the wind The Disciplinary Committee is happy day and night."

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded from the electronic monitoring system. On the screen, Song Yucheng's systolic blood pressure soared above 200mmHg, and his heart rate exceeded 100 beats per minute.After this lasted for a few seconds, the counseling room was filled with a smell of burnt rubber due to excessive current, and then the screen suddenly cut off the power.

After Yi Qiubai took the glass of water and came back, he saw that the newly bought instrument burned out, ran over and jumped on it, and said with tears in his eyes: "Xiao Diao, what shocking words did you say, my instrument ahhhhhhh ah!"

The author has something to say: (The small theater has nothing to do with the main text)

Lao Diao is the kind of strong who moisturizes things silently——

Song Aizhen: Mom, I must study forensic science!I want to do well in the college entrance examination!

Song Yucheng was very happy in his heart, but his face was still calm: Oh, really?

Song Aizhen: I heard that the Department of Forensic Medicine has the most girls, and all of them are pretty and cute!

So Lao Song beat Lao Diao on the bed...

Talking about my own things that have nothing to do with this article may have some negative energy, friends who just want to read the article, please ignore it.

I am studying medicine at a good university. From the perspective of outsiders, I seem to be really glamorous and enviable, but I am really suffering and suffering.Because it is too busy and tiring, not only the mental and physical fatigue, but also the emotional load is very heavy, because no matter whether you were scolded or questioned by others just now, you always have to put on a good face when facing the next patient. A calm and professional demeanor.

And because the system has drawn such a big pie, in fact, there is no corresponding resource support at all. When the hospital is responsible for its own profits and losses, the poor relationship between doctors and patients is simply obvious, and I don't bother to say it.

Moreover, compared to doctors who are in regular training or in the hospital, graduate students and doctoral students are simply exploited super cheap labor, and the mountain of mentors is on their heads, which is even worse.Generally speaking, many tutors are very selfish, and in the absence of an organization to protect students, the value of students is simply exploited and exploited, used and used.

To give the simplest example, for example, a doctoral student has clearly met the requirements for graduation, but for his own benefit, the supervisor thinks that he can use you to post a high-scoring article, but he will not let you go and delay his graduation.

To be honest, doctors are all in their thirties, and they may all have a family and start a business. How can they survive with a pitiful subsidy of three to five thousand every day?To be honest, the relationship between a modern tutor and a student is the relationship between the boss and the exploited hard-earned migrant workers. It is even worse than the hard-earned migrant workers. Things of luck and inspiration are not ordinary mechanical labor.

But that pitiful subsidy is really lower than that of migrant workers.

Therefore, the modern master-student relationship is just a so-called warm veil of the so-called master-student relationship, so as to appear less cannibalistic.I know the ancient master succession system, the master can even decide the life and death of the apprentice.However, regardless of the feudal system, the apprentice who inherits the mantle of the master can take the position of the master, and that kind of relationship is more like a father-son relationship.

The current master and doctorate training system seems ridiculous.Mentor, with so much power, what can you actually do for you? After all, you still have to take the exam or find a job by yourself. What does he really train you for?That limited knowledge is not obtained by relying on one teacher, one teacher, one brother and one sister, how many times you have made, how many smiles have been paid, and how many scoldings you have received.To tell the truth, if the mentor doesn't assign messy and useless work, and ignores you, then he is already an excellent person.

So sometimes it's really not a child or an apprentice with a white-eyed wolf, but a parent or a mentor. You are too greedy.You don’t want to water, fertilize and catch insects on the young tree, but you blame your child that the tree is not as tall as others, or that although the tree has grown tall, it is unwilling to let you enjoy the shade.Nonsense, you didn't help me in my most difficult time, why let me share wealth with you?

You only like the excellent me, then you don't deserve to like me at all.

In fact, many people, including those who say they are good for you, whether it is parents, brothers, relatives or friends, as well as the country and society, often like to fool you to satisfy their own wishes, face and resources. Well, social status is also good.

As for the life and death of you, a tool man, hey, their limited brain cell capacity is not enough to pity themselves, how can they care about you?

So, even though we haven't reached an agreement yet, I firmly don't want to help my mentor fill that big hole.With this time, wouldn’t it be good to write more articles and communicate with friends?Really, your love for me really touched me.I feel that I am already a hard-hearted person. I am not crying when I am scolded by patients, I am silent when I am dissed by my tutor, and I am silent when I am ridiculed by others. Even if I have a fever of 39 ℃, I will call the earliest emergency number and go to the hospital as usual. work.

But the moment you said you would wait for me to come back, I completely burst into tears.

Really, thank you very, very much for your tolerance and love.In a place like a hospital, where everyone is generally tense and has a low fault tolerance rate, no one will praise you for being perfect in everything, but you will be scolded bloody if you have any problems that can't be counted as mistakes.

And this is my first time writing an article, I know that there are too many bugs and unsatisfactory places, but what everyone has given me is tolerance and love, and occasionally point out problems, but also in a very euphemistic and careful way tone.You guys are so sweet, I am so grateful to have you in my life.

I used to think about everything, including now, occasionally I would flash that kind of gloomy thought.However, even for you, for the people who like me and encourage me to care about me, for the stories that may be rough and clumsy but belong to me brewing in my mind, I have to live well.

Love you guys.