The Way of the Evil

"There are four missing children in this monthly newspaper." An Yining lined up a row of photos of children, including boys and girls, all of whom are pretty. "The missing children are almost They are both eight or nine years old, well-behaved at school, their family situation is not complicated, their parents’ social relations are simple, they do not belong to high-risk groups, and vendettas can basically be ruled out. In addition, the families are all middle-class, living well, but they can’t say how rich they are. The gangster didn't even make a phone call to the family, and it didn't look like the type asking for a ransom."

"Dedicated to the same age and the same type of children, no ransom... It sounds like a pedophile or a human trafficker."

The one who spoke was a young man sitting next to Su Junzi, with a pair of peach blossom eyes looking forward. When looking at people, there seemed to be a streamer in his eyes, which seemed to be particularly focused, almost giving people an illusion that he was very affectionate Come - of course it's just an illusion, this is Sheng Yao, the number one peach blossom boy in the world, because his "fame" spreads far and wide, he is treated like a drug by the policewomen, he wants to stay away from him, but he can't help but want to be seduced .

He sat crookedly on the chair, propped his chin with his slender fingers, it was pleasing to watch.

"Human traffickers generally don't kill people. Even if they really want to kill people, they just kill people," An Yining said, and took out another set of photos, showing the dark and disgusting sewers, all kinds of garbage, and The head of the girl mixed in the garbage, "The head of the deceased was cut off by a very sharp tool, and the other parts were not found. Think about how much effort it would take to kill such a big child, a stronger adult A man can strangle her to death with one hand, so why cut off the child's head?"

"I have a question, if there is only such a corpse," Su Junzi interjected, his voice was very low and soft, and when he spoke to others, he would stare at the other person's face very seriously, "Can we think that other Are your children still alive?"

An Yining was silent for a while: "This possibility is not ruled out, but it's best not to have any hope——Zhang Jing is the deceased, and she is the last of the four missing children."

At this moment, a short-haired woman in her 30s pushed the door open, her heels touched the ground hurriedly, holding a dozen materials in her hand: "I have found all the materials of the missing children... Yo, Ye Xi, How did you come back?"

Shen Yexi, who had been sitting quietly by the side, smiled at her: "What's wrong with Sister Yang, you don't welcome me either?"

"You are not welcome, you are not welcome," Yang Man joked, and knocked him on the head with the material, thought for a while, and then knocked Jiang Hu on the side, "In the blink of an eye, you don't know where to run went."

Jiang Hu covered the place where he was beaten, blinked, and looked at her aggrieved and embarrassed.

Two seconds later, Yang Man was defeated. She covered her chest and sighed deeply: "Little cutie, you are so blessed to be a psychiatrist. Every cell reveals the careful heart of the healing department."

Shen Yexi rolled his eyes calmly, and with a dry cough, diverted from the topic that Yang Man was leading more and more out of key: "Is there any connection between the children?"

"Yes, let me take a breath first." Yang Man sat on the table next to him, and took a sip of water from Sheng Yao's cup.

Sheng Yao's peach blossom eyes widened: "Oh my God, I have to treasure this cup." He was slapped on that beautiful head.

"These children live in different districts, and their parents have no working relationship. They study in different schools, but they are all members of the same choir." Yang Man took out a piece of paper, and painted on it with pearly nails. "Here it is, the boys' choir called 'House of Angels'."

"I seem to have heard of it..." Su Junzi held his chin and thought for a while, "Did it appear on TV?"

"I've appeared in children's shows a few times, and they're quite popular." Sheng Yao winked at Su Junzi, "I'll watch it with your little daughter, Wuhao model dad."

Su Junzi smiled kindly.

"Do you have any background information about the Angel's House, and the schedule of activities around the time of the incident?" Shen Yexi asked.

"Yes, there are both the past, the present and the future." Yang Man took out a few timetables and handed them over, "Shen, I think we should contact the person in charge of this choir, because every time the child disappears shortly before , all happened to have participated in the choir performance."

"You suspect the head of the choir?"

"No, I have investigated all of these people just now. They have no history of pedophilia or other mental disorders, and they have relatively perfect alibi at the time of several crimes." Yang Man said, An Yining did a good job of her efficiency. A look up expression.

Sheng Yao covered his face: "Beauty, you should give us useless stinky men some way to live."

Everyone laughed, Sheng Yao continued to be violently suppressed by Yang Man.

"Gentleman Yining, work a little harder. Go and visit the victim's family. Sister Shengyao Yang, you go to the crime scene where Zhang Jing's body was found. By the way, contact the forensic doctor in charge of this case. I'll go..." Shen Yexidun After a pause, he glanced at Jiang Hu who was looking up at him, and the tip of his eyebrows trembled undetectably, "Doctor Jiang, please come with me to visit the choir of the Angel House."

He picked up his coat and walked out, Jiang Hu hurriedly trotted all the way to keep up, not forgetting to turn around and wave to a few people with a smile.

Yang Man rubbed his chin: "This kid is so polite."

An Yi Ning looks at the sky: "The boss always leaves the most difficult tasks to himself."

Su Junzi coughed dryly: "Actually, just like Dr. Jiang, it's quite appropriate to go to the children's choir to explore. My daughter Xiaoran also likes him very much. She came to play last Friday and stayed with Dr. Jiang for a while. For the past two days, they have been arguing to play with Uncle Jiang."

Sheng Yao laughed, stood up unsteadily, and gave Yang Man a wink: "Let's go, big beauty, let's go to the sewer for a date."

This day's work began in such a harmonious way.

From time to time, Shen Yexi looked at the burdensome gentleman next to him from the rearview mirror, and said that this was a psychiatrist, and he couldn't tell from the surface. During the period when he was injured and hospitalized, he had been evaluated by many psychiatrists before and after. , all of them are of different ages and genders, but they all have such a pair of uncomfortable eyes that seem to see through people. Every word they say has a spying taste, and a few casual chats can also be used. The name is called "unstructured diagnosis".

But Jiang Hu just sat on the side like that, didn't talk to him, quietly looked at the material in his hand, his slightly curly bangs pressed over his neat eyebrows, and the black-rimmed glasses below covered half of his face, revealing a sharp edge. jaw, no squeaks, no questions, no comments.

Shen Yexi thought, the way this little comrade sat there without speaking or moving really gave people the illusion that this person was deep and reliable.

"Does Dr. Jiang just graduate? Which university?"

"Uh...ah?" Jiang Hu suddenly raised his head, as if he hadn't realized it, his expression was quite confused, he froze for a moment, and then nodded, "Oh, yes, I just got my degree and came back from the United States."

"Background for studying abroad?" Shen Yexi couldn't help but glance at him again, this is really the highest degree in the office.

"My family is over there. Grandpa is an Englishman who immigrated in the early years." Jiang Hu lowered his head, took out a few photos from the folder, and put them together. Shen Yexi noticed that those photos were all chorus A group photo of a group of children in white clothes during the performance.

"Why do you think of going back to China to work? I'm afraid the treatment here is not as good as that over there?"

"I ran into a friend on a road trip in Chicago, and I hit it off. He introduced me." Jiang Hu smiled. His Mandarin sounded quite standard, with a gentle and soft tone, and he spoke very slowly, but he pronounced the words Especially clear, like learned from the TV broadcast, "I like Chinese food, so I came back."

"Oh," feelings are a foodie.Shen Yexi is actually not very good at talking to people, and he can't think of anything else to talk about here, so he can only smile perfunctorily, "We don't talk about anything else in China, but it's better than eating in foreign countries. Unfamiliar things are comfortable. There are a few good restaurants here, and I will introduce them to you another day. Well, it hasn’t been long since I just came back. If there are any difficulties or discomforts in life, don’t hesitate to tell us, don’t see outsiders .”

Jiang Hu turned his head to look at him, probably because it was blocked by the glasses, Shen Yexi couldn't figure out the meaning of the child-like psychiatrist's gaze, so Jiang Hu smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Shen Yexi, Captain Shen, Shen Tou—the leader of the special investigation team for major and important cases in the bureau. It is said that Director Mo Cong's secret weapon... This man obviously doesn't take people seriously in his heart, and he still wants to do something. With a friendly and peaceful appearance, he is obviously troubled in his heart, but he does not forget to be polite on the surface. He is really a very special person.

Jiang Hu turned his head to look out the window. The cold buildings and wide streets receded together. The city was waking up, and crimes slowly climbed to the ground.

When they arrived at the Angel's House Choir, Shen Yexi left Jiang Hu outside and asked him to chat with the few children who came to train, and then went in to find the person in charge of the choir.

The person in charge is a middle-aged man surnamed Mou. He wears a pair of glasses and has long hair. He looks like an artist. He doesn't speak very loudly. He speaks softly and likes to have a cautious vibrato, full of emotions. As soon as they said that they were gone, the children became excited, and when they got excited, they took out a handkerchief from their pockets, bowed their heads, and burst into tears.

"Teacher Mou, we have a few questions and need your cooperation..."

This one looks like a water faucet. He was fine at first. When he heard that Shen Yexi was a policeman who specialized in investigating children's cases, he cried as if he was seeing his relatives. That was a grievance, that was a sad , looking at Shen Yexi's broad arms, wanted to rush over to seek comfort, but was avoided by the extraordinary police officer Shen, so he could only grab the door frame and pretend to be an ostrich: "Poor child, officer, you said this is What's wrong with the world, who is so mad and hurts such lovely children?"

Shen Yexi coughed dryly: "Teacher Mou, calm down first, we need your cooperation in our work."

"I cooperate, I cooperate with all my strength..." This Teacher Mou was hiccupping from crying, and the shoulders of such an old man twitched, and Shen Yexi felt that his heart was also twitching, " Just tell me, how can I cooperate, as long as you catch this bastard. Look outside, the children are afraid to come now, this day has not passed."

"We noticed that there were choir performances one or two days before the disappearance of the children several times. Would you please stop for a while?"

Teacher Mou blew his nose vigorously: "Then it must be stopped, look at how many people are still here to keep training, it's all caused by this bastard, catch him, I will scrape off a layer of his skin! "

Shen Yexi remained calm: "Those who watched the performance of the choir members, do you have a score?"

Teacher Mou was stunned: "Oh, who said that well, we have all kinds of performances here, and this is recorded in the studio, so who knows who can see it."

"Is there any special connection between the missing children?" Shen Yexi asked.

Teacher Mou's eyes flashed quickly, and then he shook his head vigorously: "No...no, I don't think there is any special connection, except that they all come to our training."

Shen Yexi observed his expression and frowned: "Think about it again? It's a matter of several lives."

"It's really not. Don't listen to the rumors outside. It's all guessed by the children. Can I make fun of this? Teacher Mou looks depressed.

"Why don't you do this? First write down the list of people who have contacted the choir that you may think of. No matter how small the contact is, I will leave you a phone number. If you think of anything, call me."

"Hey, no problem." Teacher Mou immediately agreed, "Mr. Police, Comrade Police, you must make the decision for us, and you must catch this bastard!"

"That's our area of ​​responsibility..."

"Really, oh, you don't know that child is Zhang Jing. She just walked away from me. I said it's not safe to wait for her father to come. She insisted on not listening. If she insisted on walking back by herself, I would give her father a hand. I called, but the parents said they were waiting at the intersection, the traffic jam couldn’t get through, and it would take a long time for the child to walk over by himself, and the child was gone, gone!”

"Teacher Mou, calm down."

"You said, what if I walked a little longer to see her off? But I still have a bunch of children waiting to be picked up, I can't walk away, I..." Teacher Mou blew her nose again, "I I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry, we will catch the suspect and find the children as soon as possible."

"Comrade policeman..." Mr. Mou grabbed Shen Yexi's sleeve—you just blew your nose, right?—and blinked his watery eyes, blinking goosebumps all over Shen Yexi's body.

This guy is good at everything, and his cooperative attitude is also good, but he talks a little too much. Pulling Shen Yexi is full of grievances. Let's start with the fact that the murderer is a bastard. There are fewer and fewer people who really understand art these days , until the children pay too much attention to exams and not education, and then back to the murderer is a bastard.

Captain Shen worked hard for a long time before successfully snatching his sleeve back from Mr. Mou's clutches. He tried his best to maintain a gentle expression, pretended to be unrestrained, and interrupted the other party's long speech: "Oh, by the way, look, we You are still working, and you want us to catch the murderer early, don’t you? Well, please contact us as soon as you think of something, sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll take my leave first.”

Quickly evacuate from the accident scene...

When he managed to get rid of Mr. Mou, who was of the same breed as the faucet, when he came out, he happened to see Jiang Hu sitting on the ground, surrounded by a group of children—it was estimated that the group was about the same mental age, and they were chattering together. There is a common language, and I don't know what to say.Shen Yexi knocked on the door on one side, nodded to Jiang Hu: "Doctor Jiang, let's go."

Jiang Hu received it, and bid farewell to the children around him. Don't look at it for a while, a group of children are quite reluctant to let him go, those who are pulling their sleeves, holding hands, hugging their waists, and there is a little girl next to him , The mouth is so pouted that it can hang oil bottles, I have to make him promise that I will come back to play next time.

Shen Yexi leaned against the door and waited for a few minutes, then yawned, which meant seeing him off for eighteen miles. On the first day he was reinstated, he wanted to sigh.

After getting rid of these little ancestors, Jiang Hu sat in the car and sorted out his messy coat and shirt. He has one-eighth of British blood, and his gestures do have a little bit of the gentleman in the fog city in the old days. , The shirt is buttoned up meticulously, the clothes are decent, and the speech is tepid.

He took out the photos he had put together on purpose just now, hesitated for a while, and then said to Shen Yexi in a low voice: "Captain Shen, the children told me about the situation just now..."

Shen Yexi was taken aback for a moment, then turned serious: "What's the matter?"

In the photo, the children of the choir are standing in rows, each of them is really like little angels, holding the sheet music in their hands, smiling, with clear eyes, Jiang Hu pointed to the child in the middle of the second row and said: "The first two missing children were all standing in this position. The child in the choir told me just now that the first missing child was the lead singer. Later, the teacher found another one to replace her. It didn't take long. , the child is gone. Maybe even the teacher of the choir realized that something was wrong, so he changed the lead singer to another position. As a result, although the child standing here is no longer the lead singer, he is still missing."

He paused, raised his head, turned his back to himself, and lightly lifted his glasses with his index finger: "They all said that this position is cursed."