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"It's quite interesting."

This exclamation made Cao Ming who was working suddenly turn around: "Interesting..."

He hastily coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment: "I didn't mean that. It's just that, look at this corpse, with the Bible on it, the cross hanging on it, and the posture is also like a crucifix, full of ritual.

But Jesus is to Christianity what Shakyamuni is to Buddhism. How could someone kill someone and then put the corpse in the shape of a Buddha, put Buddhist beads on him and put him on a Guanyin lotus platform?

And if you want to kill people, in short, as long as you die, strangled, drowned, poisoned, stabbed, which one is not dead?

Why make it so scary?The placement of the cross and the "Bible" is out of piety and sacrifice, but this method of killing is very cruel. Congregation. "

The alley was so narrow that even a car couldn't drive through it. After Jiang finished speaking, he carefully avoided the blood on the ground and squeezed directly opposite the corpse, almost touching his cheek.

"Be careful, come here quickly, this is the scene of the crime, don't contaminate my evidence." Cao Ming desperately gave Ying Cheng a look - where the hell did you get such a psychopath?

Ying Cheng winked at him—don't worry.

Jiang also hurriedly retreated to answer the body, not afraid of the bloody scene and the terror of mosquitoes and flies flying around. He observed and pondered the corpse from an angle beyond ethics and reality, and then shook it indifferently. Shaking his head: "They're all lunatics."

"Tell me about the evil cult leader?"

He pondered for a while, and then said: "I'm not sure, but according to the scene, the organizer should be a man, around 45 years old. He has teaching experience, but he was deprived of his teaching qualification for some reason, and he is reticent.

Arrogant and inferior, he feels that the people around him are not good enough for him, and he is world-weary.The people around him should have the impression of being honest and honest, and they might even say that he is a kind-hearted old man. He is divorced, and his ex-wife has a lower education. He should have children, but he will not be very close to them. It should be said that he will not be close to anyone. very close. "

Cao Ming was dumbfounded, and made a horizontal criticism in his heart-"God is a god, a charlatan".

All he could do was haha, and after several consecutive compliments, Jiang Huan laughed, "Don't Cao Fayi believe it?"

While thinking in his heart that Lao Tzu is a materialist atheist who talks about facts, evidence, and science, he gives enough face: "Believe it, why don't you believe it? But if you can explain to me where you came from so The more judgment the better."

"Actually, I have never formally studied psychology. All research is personal and one-sided. Even the profile I gave you is half-baked. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously. But... if you face to face, I still You can see something, do you want to try it?"

Cao Ming shook for no reason.

I saw him strolling around with his hands in his pockets, his gestures were somewhat proper, but he looked more upright, exuding the elegance of a social elite, stared at him up and down, and then said lightly: "Or Go back and buy some flowers before the florist on the corner closes."

He was startled, and when he came back to his senses, Jiang Huan and Ying Cheng had already walked to the car side by side, and couldn't help muttering, "This kid...is amazing."

As soon as he took off his gloves, he stood up and left. The young man behind him shouted, "Uncle Cao! Why are you going?"

He raised his hand and hurriedly said two words - "buy flowers".

Ying Cheng waited until he was far away before saying, "Why buy flowers?"

Jiang couldn't hold back that serious face any longer, and smiled lightly, the corners of his brows and eyes were stained with joy: "It's just a lie."

"I don't think Uncle Cao looks like a liar, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"It's really a lie. It's the same routine as those blind fortune-tellers walking around the street."

Ying Cheng became more anxious: "Will you tell me?"

"Okay, okay, I will explain to you, but you are not allowed to scold me."

He put one hand in his pocket and grabbed it up, with a playful smile: "Then I'm not willing."

Jiang had no choice but to push him away: "Psychology can indeed guess a person's inner thoughts through a person's facial expressions, etc., but it is not like Shendao's performance in TV dramas.

Whether it is profiling or mind reading, to put it bluntly, it is just the art of speaking.Let me give you an example. I don’t know if you have heard a story. Three scholars met a fortune-telling old man on the way to Beijing for the exam. Even if they asked who would go to high school, the fortune-telling old man just held out a finger , Do you know what it means to say that the secret of the sky cannot be leaked? "

Ying Cheng directly chose to give up: "I don't have time to guess riddles with you, hurry up and talk to me."

"Okay. Later someone asked the old man what the secret is, but the old man replied that he didn't know. He couldn't figure out who would go to high school.

However, if one person is in high school, then he stretches out a finger to mean that only one person is in high school. If there are two people in high school, then his meaning can be interpreted as only one person does not have high school. , that means no one failed the list, but if no one has high school, it can also be explained that no one made the list.

do you understand?No matter how you say it, he is right. This is the art of speaking.One thing, one sentence, if you are [-]% sure, say [-]%; if you are [-]% sure, say [-]%. If you are only [-]% sure or even have no idea in your mind, just say that the secret should not be revealed. "

Ying Cheng held back for a long time, and slapped him on the back: "Being a nanny in my house is really a waste of time for you. If you go out to tell fortunes, you will already be rich, right?"

"Say no to scold me."

"Praise you. Then you really deceived Uncle Cao?" Uncle Cao is such a firm believer in materialism, he is really amazing to be able to deceive him.

"It's not really all about cheating. My knowledge of psychology still plays a vital role."

"Then you talk about it?"

Jiang Huan smiled and frowned, his whole body glowing with joy like a successful prank: "It's agreed, don't scold me, and don't laugh at me."

Ying Cheng was lost for a while in those brilliant eyes, and then he nodded and said hello.

"Have you noticed that Forensic Cao is a little anxious?"

"Agitated...isn't it?"

"That's because his anxiety didn't face you, so you didn't notice it. You are his colleagues, and you get along with him day and night, but he didn't tell you what he had on his mind, and he didn't show it. Work has nothing to do.

Since it's not because of work, it's because of life. At Cao Fayi's age, the only things that can bother him in life are his wife or children.

But I wasn't sure at the time, so I said "go back" instead of "go home", which is what I just said "the art of speaking".

If he is worried about his wife, then of course going back means going home. If he is worried about his children, then going back can have many explanations. If the child is at home, it means going home, and if the child is at school, it means going to school. , When the child is on the phone, let him call back.All in all, no matter how I explain it, I can't be wrong. "

"Then what about buying flowers? Why do you ask Uncle Cao to buy flowers in the second half of the sentence?"

"This is the use of psychological knowledge. With the foreshadowing of my lengthy profile, no matter how much he doesn't believe in these things, he will be a little shaken in his heart. In addition, when I said "go back", I really said it accurately. Yes, he will definitely have a subconscious behavior, that behavior is to glance down, this is a typical dodging behavior, firstly, it can prove that I am right, and secondly, it shows that he and the person who upset him are in an equal relationship , If he quarreled with his children, he would only feel angry or irritable after being pointed out by me, but if his quarrel with his wife was noticed by others, he would subconsciously feel embarrassed, so he dodged his eyes.

Thinking of you running out to the scene at this point, I guess that Forensic Cao is struggling to sleep tonight and wait for his wife to calm down automatically, or to go home early and kneel on the washboard. "

and so……

No wonder I asked to buy flowers.

This kid is indeed a bit real, but...

Ying Cheng thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and shook his head: "Your knowledge of psychology is very well used."

"As I said, it's just a rhetoric. To put it bluntly, it's a lie."

He was silent for a while, and then said: "Jiang Huan, I once asked you to profile the person who dumped Feng Xiaoyue's body. You obviously have such profound knowledge of psychology, no matter how you say it, it's your magic words that make sense. But why, the profile you gave me was so short and general?"

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Huan: "Is it because you don't want me to find that person?"

Jiang was startled, and then, that bright and brilliant smile gradually froze on his face.

45. Fear

Jiang was still silent, he couldn't speak.

Ying Cheng looked up at the sky: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out. If you were his accomplice, the target would be me. It's been a long time, and I haven't seen you do anything to me. If you were his undercover agent, It’s nothing more than trying to dig some clues from me, but I’m strictly guarded against not telling you anything. After thinking about it, the only possibility is the target. Since both of us are his targets, why don’t you say anything? , is there something in his hands?"

His throat was dry, and it took him a long time to say "sorry".

"Jiang Huan, I want to help you. What are your difficulties or other reasons?

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