[Rat and Cat] Serious Crime Team

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice it was so late." Bai Yutang apologized while paying attention to the movement on the other end of the phone.

There was a rustling sound, as if Zhan Zhao got up from the bed, and after a while, a vague voice came again, "Tell me, what's the problem?"

When he said these words, Zhan Zhao's consciousness still seemed not so clear.

Imagining Zhan Zhao's dazed state now, for some reason, Bai Yutang involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth.

"Hello?" Zhan Zhao's voice became a little more sober. He didn't get a response from Bai Yutang, so he muttered in dissatisfaction, "What's wrong, are you disconnected?"

Bai Yutang hurriedly replied, "Hello? No, I'm not disconnected, I was a little distracted. Zhan Zhao, do you have any photos of the scene?"

"Yes." Almost instantly, Zhan Zhao's voice became clear, and there was a sound of flipping through the phone, "What did you find?"

Bai Yutang couldn't help reorganizing his thoughts, and his speech speed began to speed up, "I went to four other scenes after you left today, and now I'm looking at the photos I took back. It seems that these photos are the same as the first time. There is no difference between the ones shot back at the scene, but I always have a very strange feeling, which I can’t explain, but I always feel that it is very important. So I took the videos uploaded by the murderer again, and the result is in the I found a scene in a video, it was very fast, almost less than half a second, and it was near the end. Hey, Zhan Zhao, are you listening?"

"I'm watching." Zhan Zhao also turned on the computer. When Bai Yutang asked, he had already found the video he was talking about, and also found the segment that was less than half a second.

"It's weird, can you send the photos you took too?"

"Okay!" In less than a minute, all the photos had been uploaded to Zhan Zhao's computer.

As the photos opened one by one, Zhan Zhao stared at them, frowning slowly.There is a reason for Bai Yutang's feeling. Seeing these photos that were just taken lined up lined up, it really gave Zhan Zhao a very strange feeling, very weird, very weird.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, Zhan Zhao quickly left the computer, rummaged through the desk by the bed for a while, and soon found a thick book.

"Bai Yutang, I'll send you a photo. Let's see if it's similar to these scenes." I took a picture of a page in the book and passed it to Bai Yutang.

Bai Yutang opened the photo, and was taken aback for a moment. Compared with the photos Bai Yutang took, this photo looked very similar except for the different size of the space.Is it because of the layout?In the same rectangular space, on the open ground, the dead body is in the middle, so, from the perspective of the camera, you can see the dead body, and you can see the police who came to check the scene, but from the perspective of the murderer, it looks like a— —

"Zhan Zhao, the picture you gave me is very familiar, it looks like a trial place, am I right?" Bai Yutang's tone was a little excited.

"Yes, this is the ancient trial scene. To be precise, it is a restored picture of the trial scene in the Song Dynasty. It is different from the modern court trial scene, but the basic pattern is similar."

As soon as Zhan Zhao finished speaking, Bai Yutang immediately said, "Well, from the perspective of the camera, it's as if a judge is patrolling the entire trial process. The ones being tried are the prisoners in the courtroom, that is, the victims. Everyone else is a policeman, and it also conforms to the ancient trial process, right?"

"That's right, it looks like my profile can complete the last part." Zhan Zhao said with a faint smile, "Bai Yutang——"

"Ok?"

"You can be an excellent profiler. If my teacher finds out, he will try his best to get you under his name."

Bai Yutang was slightly taken aback, "Really? But Team Bao said that you are the last disciple of your teacher, aren't you?"

"Hehe, his door has been closed several times. It doesn't matter if you can open it again after closing it."

Uh, Bai Yutang felt a little embarrassed, well, it's more important to talk about serious things now, so he decided to bring the topic back.

"Have you watched that video?"

"Look." Zhan Zhao also became serious, the less than half a second in the video was repeatedly replayed in front of him, and he said in a firm tone, "Now I finally understand the crime committed by this suspect. Motivation. He is trying, judging the victim, and everyone on the jury. But his trial is the reverse of the real trial in the real world. He uses the sentence first, and then puts the victim in court. Trial. And the execution requires an audience, so the audience is those onlookers on the Internet. Those videos record a hanging."

"Hanging?" These two words made Bai Yutang's whole body tremble as if cold water had been poured on him, "It's really abnormal."

Zhan Zhao sighed, "Judging from the sequence of these videos, when he did this for the first time, his technique was a little rusty, and the camera shakes a lot when shooting, which shows that he is holding the camera with his hands, And the mood is very unstable. That's why the half-second flaw was left during the recording process, and the exposed thing should be the gallows. Later, his technique became more and more proficient, and only the victim was left in the camera. The appearance of people struggling and some close-ups, there is no hanging device again, he deliberately made it difficult to detect."

"This bastard." Bai Yutang frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "At first I wanted to be a knight, but now I'm a judge and an executioner. What does this pervert want to do? Why does he think he can decide the life and death of others, and judge others? He's a murderer himself!"

"As I said before, the murderer was a patient, he had a serious mental illness, and he had antisocial personality disorder. In his world, he had many reasons to judge the victims, or, in his opinion, , he is the judge of his own world."

"Bastard!" Bai Yutang gritted his teeth, imagining the criminal Zhan Zhao described, his blood seemed to be flowing backwards, his hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat broke out on his head. He felt that he would not be able to hold his phone steady anytime soon Probably threw it out of anger.

"Bai Yutang?" Zhan Zhao couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard the heavy panting coming from the phone, "Bai Yutang, what's wrong with you?"

It took a long time for Bai Yutang to catch his breath. He took a few deep breaths and replied in a clearly controlled voice, "I'm fine. I remembered some unhappy past events."

Zhan Zhao wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Bai Yutang continued, "Then, since he is a judge, the one he wants to try must be a criminal. But our investigation has been very careful, those victims They are all ordinary citizens, there are rich and poor, they have ordinary jobs, and they have never had a criminal record, so why should they be judged?"

"The mentality of the suspect is different from that of ordinary people. Sometimes it is difficult to understand. However, fortunately, we have a breakthrough now, and we can start from here. I believe we will find him soon."

As soon as Zhan Zhao finished speaking, Bai Yutang continued, "That's right! We know that Gao Yang knows this pervert, well, let's investigate hard, I want to see how Gao Yang offended him, hmph, judge!"

Speaking of this, Bai Yutang suddenly remembered the information Zhao Hu found during the day, and immediately told Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao frowned and thought for a while, then said to Bai Yutang, "I remember Gao Yang's wife has many friends who are parents of other students in Gao Yu School, so the traffic accident that day happened at the gate of the school, there should be many witnesses Is it right?"

"That's right, tomorrow morning I will organize a team to investigate in person."

"Well, plus the point we speculated today, let other police officers in the police force go to those companies to check for suspicious people who fit the profile. Bai Yutang, I have a feeling."

"Ok?"

"We're almost at him."

"Within a week."

"Well," Zhan Zhao nodded, but he was a little worried, "I hope he can still maintain the original rhythm."