The Way of the Evil

In fact, the office has always been a happy place, but because of this case, it became dull, and no one was in the mood to joke with each other. In addition, the few foreign police officers who were either serious or bitter, came out of the police station. Although it was still dark, it made people feel as tired as working overtime in the middle of the night.

Sheng Yao had just left the gate when he found a familiar-looking car parked at the intersection. He couldn't help but pause for a moment. Yang Man and Su Junzi who came from behind happened to pass by. They glanced at Sheng Yao who had stopped suddenly. He glanced at the car that looked like it was driven by a rich man.

At this time, the car door opened, and some bastard who would never learn how to be low-key in his life came out of it, with sunglasses hanging on his two-buttoned shirt, waving at them familiarly.

Su Junzi said, "It's Mr. Shu."

The listless Yang Man seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, his eyes lit up, and he asked with a smile: "I read the news a while ago that you quit the showbiz, why don't you stop acting? It's a pity." .”

Shu Jiu glanced at Sheng Yao, seeing that he was smiling and had no intention of objecting, so he said cheekily, "I'm going to have a family soon, and I have to do some stable work, isn't it Ah Yao?"

Sheng Yao, who is so sensible, of course wouldn't slap his face in front of others, so he smiled lightly, neither saying yes nor no, and lightly changed the subject: "Why are you back?"

"Pick you up after get off work." Shu Jiu said naturally, "Aren't you investigating a perverted murder case? It's been said in the news that it's specifically targeting law enforcement officers. I'm worried, so I'll come back for a few days. The company My father will bear the matter first, and I will go back after you catch the murderer."

Yang Man casually made a mobile phone grab, and leaned in front of Sheng Yao: "Mr. Sheng, your sweetheart has worked so hard, are you moved?"

Shu Jiu looked at Sheng Yao expectantly.

Sheng Yao was stunned for a moment, and although he didn't do it obviously, he glanced at Su Junzi subconsciously, then his eyes drooped slightly, as if he had decided on something, he pulled Shu Jiu over, and kissed him lightly at the corner of his mouth After a moment, he whispered in his ear: "I'm very touched, I have a reward, I'll give it to you when I go home."

Yang Man "Aww" let out a wolf howl: "An Yining, you can spend time with your father in the office, I regret it if I didn't see you!"

Sheng Yao glanced around with peach blossom eyes sideways, with a little smile, put his arms around Shu Jiu's waist and got into the car, then turned around and blew a kiss to the two of them: "Let's go first, go back early, everyone pay attention to safety— — And that Sister Yang, don’t bark, you’re ruining our bureau’s tense, serious and lively image.”

Su Junzi watched Sheng Yao wave away with a smile, and drove the car away in Shujiu, feeling like a stone fell to the ground suddenly, a little empty, but more of a sigh of relief.

Sheng Yao... Finally let go.

Shen Yexi drove the car to the door, and waited for about ten minutes before Jiang Hu came out. In fact, Mo Cong said a few words to Jiang Hu. After Jiang Hu went out, he turned and went to the bathroom. After standing in front of me for a long time, I adjusted my emotions and expressions.

This case has something to do with Ke Ruhui, because he will never forget it in his life. The first time he suspected Ke Ruhui's case was next to the body of the deceased, there were two words "judgment" in blood.What is Ke Ruhui doing again?Is it just targeting the law enforcement officers and causing panic in the entire city?

No... that's not enough. What does the word "judgment" mean to Ke Ruhui?

Do you study the human heart and know what the human heart is——

When Mo Zhuang asked this sentence, Jiang Hu knew that although his expression was calm, his heart throbbed. This case seemed very clear. The murderer and the murderer had the same motive or method of killing. It was clear, but he didn't know why, which made him feel particularly weird.

What is the power that makes them do such surprisingly consistent things after killing people?A criminal gang that moves between different cities and regions?What is the motive?And why were these people chosen as victims?

Jiang Hu took a deep breath to stop himself from thinking about it.

Those evil things always bring maximum panic to people with the help of imagination, which is probably the reason why the power of demons can always become people's nightmares.No, Ke Ruhui is neither a god nor a demon. He is just the most ordinary human being. No matter how he flaunts his behavior and abilities, he is just a perverted murderer with some research in a certain discipline. Forgivable suspects.

He thought, if I can force you to "suicide" to escape once, I can send you back to hell again.

Shen Yexi finished smoking a whole cigarette, only to see Jiang Hu come out unsteadily, yawned, got into the co-pilot, looked at Shen Yexi with water in his eyes: "My stomach is good Hungry……"

Shen Yexi has been brewing for a long time, such as "What Mo Ju said to you, it's not hard for you", "What happened again, don't hold it in your heart" or "It's not safe recently, what I just said is actually nothing to others , mainly for you to listen to, your old man also considered me before charging into the battle" and other words, all of which were suppressed by him, and his expression was brilliant and tangled at that moment.

Jiang Hu looked at him in surprise: "Ah... aren't you hungry?"

Shen Yexi shook his head dumbly.

"Then what are you doing with that expression? I just wanted to eat, but I didn't say I wanted to eat you." Jiang Hu yawned again, and said slowly.

Shen Yexi was numb for a moment before realizing that she was being molested.

He stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom and gritted his teeth: "Mum, you're dead."

How to settle the accounts at night is another matter, anyway, Shen Yexi felt that the little worries in his heart were flickered away with him in a few words.

Jiang Hu smiled inexplicably, leaned on one side, propped his head on his elbows, closed his eyes and took a nap—leave all the troubles to me, you just have to play the role of the brave hero forever, and lead everyone to catch the murderer , just protect this place.

Sometimes, the feelings between men are difficult to express.I want him to lean in my arms obediently every night, and I want him to live in peace of mind every day, and I alone block the wind, knife, frost and sword outside.

But that is impossible.

There is no sweet talk, even if you think about it in your heart, you can't say it with your mouth, even the most intimate moments, there is an unspeakable sense of competition, one is cunning, the other is tyrannical.

However, this does not mean that the concern in the heart is less, even if the tenderness is placed where the other party can't see it.

Early the next morning, a group of people had a hasty meeting and had a short meeting, and then they split up. Su Junzi, Sheng Yao, and Meng Jiayi went to the crime scene of the local case. Shen Yexi took Jiang Hu and Feng Ji arrived at the branch office where Zhang Xiaoqian was located, and the rest left to sort out clues.

Feng Ji is a somewhat taciturn person. He was a sniper. When discussing the case, he usually does not express his opinions easily. He just listens and occasionally adds a few words. He is dressed very casually. He only wears a hat and the button of his shirt is open. , inside views a dark gray vest.

Compared with Jiang Hu, he is much more serious. This man's shirts are always buttoned up in a refined manner, even the cuffs are buttoned up. He doesn't wear short sleeves when it's particularly hot. His slightly curly hair and glasses make him look It's like a college student who came out of college.

However, these two people got along surprisingly well, and Yang Man said that this might be because they smelled the same kind.

Really, there was no one in the whole bureau who was more familiar with firearms than the two of them.

Shen Yexi drove, listening to the two chatting behind, starting with various firearms, and finally brought the topic to the case as they got closer and closer to the branch office.

Feng Ji said: "Although I don't know Li Hongbiao, I have heard of him. I heard that he worked in the armed police and won the city's armed police Sanda champion. He is 1.8 meters six and weighs more than 90 kilograms. I don't know about the past. At that time I was still in the army, and I heard that he was highly valued in the headquarters, but he was transferred to the branch because he was punished for fighting."

"An irritable person?" Jiang Hu asked.

"Irritable... that's not very clear, isn't it?" Feng Ji paused, his voice was very rough, very deep, and he spoke very slowly, as if it came from his chest, "But people are a bit confused It’s true, I like to be alone.”

Jiang Hu was taken aback, and Feng Ji added: "But this is also normal. There are only one big man, and it's not like every little girl eats and goes to the bathroom together. Many of them like to go alone. After we take over this case I went to the sub-bureau to inquire about it, and he is quite righteous and has no evil intentions..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, because he saw Jiang Hu slightly turned his face, and squinted at him, which seemed to be shining with a cold light, with an indescribable feeling of contempt and contempt, as calm as Feng Ji could bear it. I couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, a particularly uncomfortable feeling surged in my heart, and I frowned almost indiscernibly.

Jiang Hu shook his head: "Look, Police Officer Feng, sometimes offending a person doesn't depend on whether he has malicious intentions or not, maybe a look can make people bear hatred."

Feng Ji blinked his eyes, and only then did he understand what Jiang Hu's look meant. He felt that this young "criminal counselor" had a weird grasp of people's hearts, so he shut his mouth and meditated.

Shen Yexi took a look at Jiang Hu through the rearview mirror: "But to bear a grudge is to bear a grudge, and most people just don't want to see someone. At most, they gloat over seeing him in trouble. There is no deep hatred, and you can't beat people to death something like that?"

Jiang Hu asked back: "Then do you think, if it were you, how much hatred would you have to beat a person to death?"

When someone wants to touch you—Shen Yexi opened his mouth and wanted to tease him, but suddenly remembered that there was a light bulb surnamed Feng glowing and glowing beside him, so he swallowed it back, touched his nose, and said solemnly: "How big is the hatred?" Can't it be?"

Jiang Hu thought for a while, and said: "This principle is actually very easy to understand. It's like a long embankment in a river. No matter how powerful a person is and how big a hammer is, it's okay to hit it. It's even okay for a truck to drive over it. The energy of rivers flowing into the sea, but small bugs can destroy it from the inside over many years. It may be just a small hole at first, and suddenly one day, it becomes a big hole that no one can plug, and then the entire dam may It just collapsed."

"The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest." Feng Ji said.

Jiang Hu didn't have the nerve to say that he meant it, so he pretended to be inscrutable and didn't answer.

Feng Ji thought for a while: "Doctor Jiang, what do you mean, the hatred between the murderer and the victim has accumulated over time?"

Jiang Hu was silent for a long time without saying a word, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "If what I think is right, then the serial killer theory is even more untenable."