Dangerous Personality

When Xie Lin spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Chi Qing's hand, and he didn't move away for a long time.

After wiping his hands, Chi Qing could still feel the man's gaze inch by inch, from the wrist bone all the way to the fingertips, without falling anywhere, and finally stopped on the wound on his fingertips with a dreamy look.

Chi Qing said coolly: "Have you seen enough?"

Xie Lin thought for a while, and then asked, "If I say no, can you let me watch it for a while?"

Chi Qing: "..."

Chi Qing: "Did Dr. Wu say anything to you?"

Xie Lin: "What?"

Chi Qing: "You are really seriously ill."

The front desk, who knew nothing about the situation in the guest area, notified not far away: "Mr. Chi, you can go in."

Chi Qing got up with gloves soaked in water, not wanting to say anything more to this person.

Xie Lin still had that smiling look on him today. He was wearing a long black windbreaker today, and his suit trousers were straight. He sat on the sofa in a relaxed posture. He looked away, twisted the thin ring twice with his fingers, and Thinking that what I said just now was not offensive enough, I added another sentence: "Be careful when holding a knife next time, your hands are so beautiful, don't scratch them again."

"..."

From the moment Chi Qing entered the door, Dr. Wu noticed that his customer seemed very emotional today: "Did something happen today? You don't seem very happy."

Chi Qing put the half-wet gloves aside, and ended the topic related to a certain neuropathy: "It's nothing, I'm a clean freak."

The two quickly entered the normal consultation process.

Dr. Wu flipped through the information that Chi Qing had filled out last time, and said as if chatting with family: "You used to... learn acting?"

"I usually like to watch TV shows."

Dr. Wu swallowed the words 'but I haven't seen you on TV' very tactfully, and said: "The industry of acting is very interesting."

During the hour-long consultation, the Mr. Chi opposite Dr. Wu still didn't respond, and he was not interested in these commonplace words that can bring us closer. His attitude quickly made Dr. Wu feel as if he was just talking nonsense.

Compared to his performance during the one-hour consultation, this Mr. Chi only seemed to be more alive when he first entered the door with a slightly emotional look-although he seemed to be only because his gloves were wet.

Less than a week after taking over this customer, Dr. Wu began to feel helpless.

After the consultation, Dr. Wu got used to it naturally. As soon as he closed the materials and stood up from the chair, he subconsciously shook hands and said goodbye to people, as fast as a conditioned reflex.Chi Qing didn't have time to remind.

So Chi Qing heard the distorted voice for the second time and slowly complained in a calm tone unique to Dr. Wu: [This is the second time in my career that I have encountered this kind of bottleneck, why don't you persuade him to change to another clinic...]

"..."

He was about to withdraw his hand when the slow voice said again:

【...The last one is Jielin. 】

Chi Qing's hand paused.

[Xie Lin, this kid, after so many years of consulting, he is almost more professional than me in psychology.I come here regularly for consultation all day long, but I still don't know what's wrong with him. 】

Chi Qingxin said.

He's so sick.

Is it hard to see?

The outdoor weather was cold and humid that day, and the occasional wind was a bit dull, and the air pressure became low.This is often the case in the south. Once it rains, it will last for several days, and this sunny day may not last for a few days. Soon, the southern people will return to the distress of "not drying long johns".

Chi Qing was forced to take off his gloves twice, and he was still very uncomfortable after leaving the psychological clinic.

The cool wind, even the unscrupulous light shining on the back of the hand, these tactile sensations are very strange.

He was about to call a car, when a black Maybach parked on the side of the road seemed to know what he was going to do, turned around from the other side of the road, and stopped in front of him impartially.The car window lowered slowly, revealing the owner's face that was more eye-catching than a luxury car.

Xie Lin leaned over to greet him with one arm on the car window: "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride?"

Chi Qing pointed to the old man on crutches across the road: "Did you see that man?"

Xie Lin followed his fingers and looked over.

There were people coming and going on the road, and the old man walked very slowly in the crowd.

Chi Qing: "If you have nothing to do, you can drive him for a ride."

"..."

"You really think I'm free?" Xie Lin said, "I don't have that time to send others home."

Chi Qing reminded: "I'm not familiar with you."

Xie Lin was very skillful in making excuses: "You are different from others. I feel sorry for others that I didn't splash water on them, so I will treat it as an apology, and I will send you back."

"If you really care about this matter," Chi Qing glanced at the time, "The car I ordered will arrive here in 3 minutes, and you have 3 minutes to go to the nearby convenience store to buy a bottle of water."

"?"

Chi Qing: "I don't mind splashing it back."

Xie Lin didn't insist anymore, and took back the arm that was hanging on the car window.

It was precisely because of this action that Chi Qing saw the plastic bag on the passenger seat of Xie Lin through the open car window.

A newly bought serrated knife was in the plastic bag.

Exactly the same as the one he had at home.

At the same time, he also recalled what Ji Mingrui said with a knife like a fool yesterday.

——"The murderer used this kind of knife."

Chi Qing suddenly continued the topic that was interrupted by him just now: "We should not be on the way."

After hearing this sentence, Xie Lin tapped his finger on the steering wheel, and said tentatively, "I live near Haimao, do you think I'll take the road?"

Chi Qing didn't answer this sentence.

Xie Lin didn't know that his words of temptation had a different meaning in the other party's ears.

There are knives.I still live near Haimao.

The two key words happened to be on the right.

The two stood at the door of the clinic with a cold face, and the other sat in the car with a smile on their faces, looking at each other with their own thoughts.

The sun was covered by cumulus clouds, and dark clouds rushed from the sky, as if it was going to rain again.

"The weather forecast says it will rain tonight," Ji Mingrui looked out the window at the Yong'an police station and saw billowing black clouds, and said, "I guess the rain has stopped, I probably didn't bring an umbrella, Jiang Yu, do you have two An umbrella?"

No one responded to him: "..."

"Jiang Yu?"

Still no one answered.

Ji Mingrui turned his head back and saw his colleague's red ears and unnatural and erratic eyes.

Ji Mingrui: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Jiang Yu maintained the state of taking the wrong medicine, typed a very fluent garbled code on the keyboard with both hands, and said at the same time: "My idol is here, please keep your voice down."

Ji Mingrui raised his head and met Jielin's black trench coat. The knee-length trench coat looked like a supermodel out on the street. He stood at the door of Brother Bin's office and handed him a bag of well-packaged restaurant take-out boxes.

Wu Zhibin took the lunch bag: "Why are you here, kid?"

"Send warmth," Xie Lin said, "Guess you must have not eaten, just bought some casually when passing by."

Wu Zhibin let him in sideways: "...It doesn't matter if you don't eat once in a while."

Xie Lin took away the bucket of instant noodles on the table that hadn't been soaked in time: "Is that just a coincidence for you? You'll know if it's related when you have a stomach attack."

Wu Zhibin is not that particular. When he was on a mission before, he was not sure whether he would be able to come back alive. He still cared about the two meals.

He was eating here, and Xie Lin sat opposite him flipping through the photos.

Just as Wu Zhibin broke open his chopsticks, he saw Xie Lin looking at the photo of the cat corpse that day, and he took a mouthful of rice without changing his expression: "You seem to be particularly interested in this case."

Others may not know it, but Wu Zhibin knows it all too well. At the age of 15, Xie Lin was formally invited by the Criminal Police Corps to be a case consultant. Xie Lin had read all the records of famous cases.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this already gifted kid grew up watching these criminal records.

Why did he care so much about an ordinary cat killing case that he hadn't seen before?

Xie Lin didn't deny it, he looked at the dead cats again, and only said, "There is one...someone I'm concerned about."

"Suspect?" Wu Zhibin asked.

"I can't be sure," Xie Lin said, "Actually, there are a few inconsistencies on him, but they are indeed suspicious."

After Xie Lin looked through the pile of documents, he found that the situation was basically the same as what he saw at the crime scene: "Or these? No progress at all?"

It's okay if he doesn't mention this, but when he mentions this, Wu Zhibin doesn't get angry, he puts down his chopsticks, picks up the crutch beside him, walks to the door, points at a distance with the crutch, and sneaks a peek at the situation of the office at those few people angrily. The newcomers said: "You, you, and you, you three, get the hell out of here."

Ten seconds later, Ji Mingrui, Su Xiaolan, and Jiang Yu stood straight in a row.

Wu Zhibin settled accounts after autumn: "How on earth did you do it? It took five days after the incident to make no progress at all? Sometimes I really admire your abilities."

No one dared to speak, but Xie Lin helped them out: "Why are you so fierce, can you be gentle with the newcomers?"

Wu Zhibin tapped the ground with a cane: "I'm getting older every year, and I can't stand stimulation. I also hope that they can show mercy to me and stop stimulating me all the time."

Ji Mingrui: "..."

Su Xiaolan: "..."

Jiang Yu blushed from being watched by idols: "..."

In the end, it was Ji Mingrui who stood up bravely despite the danger of his life: "Ah, it's really because it rained..."

Everyone agrees that "rain" is an extremely unfavorable factor.

Xie Lin looked at the photo for a while and said, "The rain may be an important clue."

Everyone looked at him together.

Xie Lin added another sentence: "Why is it raining?"

"Judging from the footprints, there are no traces of crimes that have stayed at the corpse dumping site for a long time, so it is not the scene of the first crime. A person with obviously weak strength has to transport the body out, which shows that the scene of the first crime must exist. Some characteristic of the body that caused him to move it—he, for whatever reason, could no longer hide the body there."

"No more clues can be found at the scene of the corpse dump, but they must be found at the scene of the first crime."

"Domestic cats are relatively docile, and it takes little effort to catch them." Xie Lin glanced past the silver-white highland, the only one with an owner in the photo, and left it on the corpses of the other six stray cats. "But stray cats are different. Now they are Where can you catch so many stray cats in winter without any trouble?"

At this time, there was a muffled thunder outside the window, and there was a "boom", followed by raindrops pattering on the glass window.

As night approached, it really began to rain.

It was already dark, even if it was raining, it was very quiet. At the same time, Chi Qing was at home, holding a glass of water, and saw on the coffee table a dozen photos of the case that Ji Mingrui left behind when he left. Since the lights in the room were not turned on, At first glance, the photos look like a dozen black and white silent films.

Chi Qing drank hot water slowly, picked up the stack of photos, and looked at the faint light from the TV.

It wasn't until the TV light changed colors that it brightened the picture a bit.

Chi Qing looked at the photo for a long time before putting down the photo, and continued to look at the TV screen with the water glass in his hand. He didn't respond until the show ended and the commercials started to play on TV.

After a while, when the advertisement ended, he moved, took out his phone from the side, and clicked on the contact with the note "Ji Mingrui".

However, Ji Mingrui on the other end of the network is still in a state of doubting his life and self: "..."

Xie Lin was gone, but he was still thinking in his mind: I am stupid.

How could he analyze so many things?

……

Finally he gave himself a soul blow:

Am I really retarded? !

Ji Mingrui didn't slow down for a while, and missed the message from Chi Qing.

- Have you investigated the first scene other than the one where the body was dumped?

Chi Qing continued typing.

-The location where the murderer committed the crime may be a place where stray cats gather in winter, and that place is characterized by narrow entrances and exits, or it is not conducive to escape.

After Chi Qing sent this passage, he didn't wait for the other party to reply.

He glanced at the rain outside the window.

Generally speaking, he is in a good mood on rainy days, and today is no exception.

With a rare good mood, he thought of Ji Mingrui who had been wailing for these seven cat corpses for many days, and said to himself that if this man continued to wail like this, he didn't know whether the case would be solved or not, he only knew how fast he was annoyed to death It must be faster than Ji Mingrui can solve the case.

So Chi Qing put on gloves and went out with an umbrella.

Haimao community is only three intersections away from their community. There are very few pedestrians on the road late at night, and Chi Qing didn't meet anyone along the way.

The blood-stained lawn at the gate of Haimao Community has been cleaned up. Chi Qing tried hard to recall the street structure of this area, and found that there are not many places that meet all the necessary conditions at the same time. He passed a few places where stray cats tend to gather. place, no traces were found.

Chi Qing squatted there with an umbrella and looked at it for a while. The ground was clean, except for a few dilapidated cat bowls filled with leftovers.

Then there is only one last place left—not far from Haimao, there is a small abandoned factory building. That factory building has been idle for a long time, but recently there is a vague rumor that this factory building will be recycled and rebuilt soon.

"Whoa-"

It was raining harder and harder.

Chi Qing held an umbrella, put her fingers on the handle, and walked towards the factory building.

This factory building does not occupy a large area, and most of the place is used to pile up discarded machines and pipes. The door has long been rusted, and the weeds beside the door have grown very high, but the entrance and exit are still flat.

People come and go here often.

And more importantly, there were people in the factory.

Chi Qing saw a figure in the darkness, that person was squatting, holding a bloody serrated knife in his hand, the color of the ground under his feet was much darker than the blackness in front of him, it should be blood that had been deposited for a long time .

Hearing the voice, the man turned his head slightly, so Chi Qing faced a face he had just seen during the day, which could instantly break his good mood.

The author has something to say:

Jielin: You are dangerous

Chi Qing: You are not bad either