mask personality

At nine o'clock in the evening, the criminal investigation detachment of the city bureau was still brightly lit and noisy with people.

The smell of smoke and instant noodles is mixed, just like being in the compartment of a green leather train.

"Heaven, earth!" A little policeman raised his head from the computer, rubbed his dry eyes, and couldn't help but lamented, "Who would have thought that in just one day, we would have let the people down? We are eagerly looking forward to it, and the mother has started working overtime again..."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Tang Chu passed behind him, and patted the little policeman on the back of the head with his hand without a cigarette, "Look at what you said, not working overtime is your own expectation, and the people can do it from here." Never said that."

"Tang sir, what you said is wrong," the little policeman said, rubbing the back of his head, "We don't work overtime, which means there are no cases, and no cases, it means that the weather is good, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. Isn't this the expectation of the people?"

"It's just that you opened your mouth," Tang Chu cursed with a smile, and mobilized loudly, "Just take a break, and work quickly!"

The crowd suddenly heard wailing.

Tang Chu stared at the policewoman who was closest to him, Ruan Tian, ​​took a puff of cigarette, and said "Tsk", "Hey, Xiao Ruan, it's fine for others to howl, why are you howling, eh? You weren't yourself before Did you say it yourself, it doesn't matter if you work overtime, as long as you don't let your idol teacher Ji suffer, I will let him go home at the right time today!"

"Tang sir," Ruan Tian rolled her eyes and said exaggeratedly, "Won't your conscience hurt when you say this? What do you mean when you let Teacher Ji go home? That's what Teacher Ren Ji told you. You just let him go because you have something to do at night!"

Tang Chu choked, took out a mint candy from his pocket and threw it on Ruan Tian's table, calming down, "Bear boy... I don't care about you."

Ruan Tian "cut" and peeled off the candy wrapper with disgust on her face.

"Come, come," Tang Chu restrained his joking expression, walked to the center of the public office area, tapped on the whiteboard with his fingers, and said seriously, "I will repeat our current investigation goals to everyone, according to what Teacher Ji gave this afternoon. According to the preliminary profile, we learned that the murderer is very likely to be a man between 20 and 30 years old..."

Having said that, Tang Chu paused before continuing: "A young man between the ages of 20 and 30 can't judge his gender for the time being, because according to the autopsy, the victim's body contained sleeping pills, and there were no traces of struggle on the body surface. , so it is inferred that the victim took an overdose of sleeping pills that were not lethal, and was killed after falling into a coma, and there was no transfer of the body. This method requires low strength for the murderer, that is to say, even ordinary young Women can also do it, so it is difficult to infer gender for the time being."

After a pause, seeing everyone nodding to express their understanding, Tang Chu went on to read the electronic document Ji Lin sent him: "In addition, we focus on investigating people who have had emotional intersections with the victim, especially those who are in the same school as him, students and those who meet the age range. Teacher, the possible characteristics are as follows: easy to gain the trust of others, absolutely goal-oriented, more rational than emotional, calm and calm, may be perfectionist or have a cleanliness.”

Having said that, Tang Chu tapped the whiteboard twice again, and said emphatically, "We focus on the emotional relationship because Mr. Ji said that the murderer's emotions towards the deceased are very complicated. Hate again..."

"Love and hate..." Ruan Tian repeated in a low voice, expressing everyone's aspirations, "It's too complicated, where did Teacher Ji see it..."

Tang Chu paused, and a parabola accurately threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, then he clapped his hands and smiled and said, "Good question, I also want to know where I got it from."

Ruan Tian: "..."

"What are you doing?" Tang Chu stared at Ruan Tian for two seconds, lowered his head and dialed Ji Lin's phone. Ji Lin didn't know what he was doing, and it took a while to get through. Tang Chu cut to the chase, "Teacher Ji , can you explain to everyone, where did you see that the murderer loved and hated the deceased?"

Tang Chu turned on the hands-free, and it sounded like Ji Lin was outside, with the sound of wind and rain. Accompanied by such a sound, Ji Lin's voice came out of Tang Chu's mobile phone receiver, inexplicably showing two points of ethereal meaning: "I don't need to say much about hating this. If there is no hatred, this case would not have happened. As for love..."

Speaking of this, Ji Yan paused for a moment before saying rigorously: "I don't seem to have said the word love, I just said that the murderer's feelings for... Shen Xi are very complicated, not entirely hatred. It is true, take the sleeping pill first , and then do it, from an objective point of view, it is also possible that the murderer did not have confidence in his own strength and did it for safety, but at the same time, we cannot deny that this method is relatively mild. It is the least painful method chosen for the victim while ensuring that the goal of killing the other party is achieved. In addition..."

Not knowing what Ji Lin was doing over there, he paused again before continuing: "In addition, the murderer carefully cleaned up the scene after Shen Xi's death, and put a coat on Shen Xi's body, which can reflect that the murderer may be serious about Shen Xi's death. Shen Xi still has positive feelings, he may have had regrets, or self-condemnation, and a desire to cover up the fact that he killed Shen Xi, and want to whitewash the self-consolation of peace."

"but..."

A little policeman couldn't help asking questions, but he just started. Ji Lin seemed to have understood what he was going to ask, and his tone was gentle but undeniable: "It should be noted that this is different from our regular contact, passion kills I regretted it afterwards. Obviously, judging from the known clues, this was a well-planned and premeditated crime, completely opposite to passionate murder. The murderer should rarely regret this kind of premeditated crime, after all, he had already planned Dormant for a long time, this is the contradiction of this case, the murderer gives me the feeling now, very divided, like... as if his reason is very clear, he has a reason to carry out this murder plan, But his emotions didn't want to be like this, but in the end, his reason prevailed..."

The further back Ji Lin's tone went, the more confused he seemed.

Tang Chu was already very familiar with his state. Every time Ji Lin analyzed the suspect's psychology, he would have this tone at the end of the analysis, as if, as if he had fallen into another dark world.

In that world, there is no Ji Lin himself, only murderers who are different but have commonalities.

Tang Chu looked up at the group of little policemen, and asked loudly, "Do you understand everything?"

Ji Lin came back to his senses, listened to the responses from over there, and concluded: "There are so many analyzes of the murderer for the time being, and more information is needed for further profiling. In addition, Deputy Team Tang, I hope The murder weapon can be identified as soon as possible, I personally think that this unusual murder weapon will be a very important breakthrough."

"Understood," Tang Chu immediately responded, "I'm going to take someone to review the scene again."

"Call me anytime you find something," Ji Lin said warmly, "Also, working overtime is hard, I've ordered a midnight snack for everyone, it should be here soon."

Cheers came from the handset of the mobile phone, and the corners of Ji Lin's lips curled up slightly, and finally hung up the phone, turning his head to look at Wen Dong beside him.

Tang Chu's phone call came at the right time. Ji Yan drove and waited downstairs at Wen Dong's house. He just saw Wen Dong walking out of the apartment building without an umbrella, so he got out of the car and walked quickly to pick him up. Just two steps away, The phone rang.

It is very inconvenient to hold an umbrella in one hand and talk on the phone in the other hand, not to mention that if you walk back to the car, you still need to open the door to close the umbrella. Ji Yan had to ask Wen Dong to wait for him, and temporarily make a phone call under the eaves in front of the unit door. Finish the call.

Wen Dong was still wearing the black silk shirt he wore during the day, the sleeves were very long, probably because of the cold, both Wen Dong's hands were tucked into the cuffs, and his lips, which were already pale, looked even more pale at this moment. color.

"Sorry," Ji Lin apologized, "I kept you waiting."

Wen Dong shook his head, and replied softly, "It's okay", his expression was still a bit erratic, as if he was thinking about something, and he hadn't fully recovered.

"My car is right ahead," Ji Lin said softly, "Let's get in the car first."

Wen Dong nodded subconsciously, and after another two seconds, he seemed to have suddenly pulled away from the erratic state of thinking, and his eyes became clear again.

The two walked into the rain together, and they held an umbrella together. Ji Lin was very gentlemanly, keeping a slight gap between Wen Dong and Wen Dong, and did not touch Wen Dong's body, but the edge of the umbrella was tilted towards him as much as possible to avoid rain Wet him.

It was raining heavily, but it was only a short distance from the apartment building to the car. After Ji Lin first opened the door of the passenger car for Wen Dong and let him sit in, he put away his umbrella and sat in the driver's seat. Wen Dong found out , Ji Lin's exposed shoulder just now was already wet.

The white shirt was slightly permeable when exposed to water, and the muscle texture on Ji Lin's shoulders was faintly visible.

Wen Dong looked at it for two seconds before quickly looking away. He pursed his lips and said sincerely, "Sorry, I was taken aback when I went out, and I forgot to bring my umbrella and my coat..."

Although this sounds stupid, Wen Dong thinks that he would rarely make such a stupid mistake, but he did make one today.

After Ji Lin mentioned the mask pendant before, Wen Dong's whole mind was taken away, and he agreed to go to Ji Lin's house almost without any hesitation, without even thinking about the present time, It is not too late for Yashen City, and there are still many public places in operation, why did Ji Lin directly propose to go to his house.

At the same time, he became absent-minded and mechanized in everything he did, so that he forgot to put on his coat or bring an umbrella even though he knew it was cooling and raining outside. Cut a finger.

It's okay," Ji Yan still had a just right gentle smile on his lips, and said with concern, "Are you okay?Do you need heating and air conditioning? "

Wen Dong didn't refuse, he was indeed a little cold, so he nodded and said: "It's okay, thank you."

Ji Lin tapped the center console twice with his slender fingers, and the air conditioner sprayed out warm air.

It was very warm and comfortable, and Wen Dong felt that he had finally relaxed a little bit.

His fingers, which had been hidden in his sleeves before, finally protruded from the cuffs, reaching to the side to pull the seat belt.

Pulling it over, Wen Dong was about to buckle the seat belt into the card slot, when Ji Lin asked abruptly, "Why did you hurt your hand?"

Wen Dong's hands stopped subconsciously, and his fingertips curled up instinctively.

It was the index finger of his right hand that was scratched. In fact, the wound was not long, and it had already stopped bleeding, but it might be because his skin was too white, which made the redness on the fingertip extremely conspicuous.

What's more, Ji Lin's observation ability is unusual, and it is inevitable to be seen by him.

"There is a broken vase at home," Wen Dong lowered his eyes and explained simply, "When I was handling it, I accidentally scratched it."

Ji Lin didn't speak, but suddenly reached out and buckled the seat belt into the slot for Wen Dong.

He made this movement suddenly, Wen Dong didn't have time to retract his hand for a while, and the fingertips of the two touched for a moment.

The temperature of Ji Lin's fingertips is the same as his own, slightly cool, and Wen Dong's hands are also cold.

It was obviously a cold and icy touch, but for some reason, Wen Dong inexplicably felt that the fingertip touched by Ji Lin seemed to be suddenly ignited with a handful of fire, which was extremely hot.

He moved his fingers uncomfortably, and was about to change the topic when he saw Ji Lin's expression remained normal, and he reached out to take out a band-aid from the small storage box between the two of them, and very considerately tore it open for Wen Dong Only then did he pinch a corner of the outer package with his fingertips, looked up at Wen Dong, and asked gentlemanly: "Mr. Xiao Wen, do you need me to help you?"

Wen Dong actually thought that there was no need to put on the band-aid at all, but now that Ji Lin had opened it, he couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to reach out and take the band-aid from Ji Lin's hand, and replied: "Thank you, I'll do it myself."

Ji Lin didn't say much anymore, just lowered his eyes, quietly watching Wen Dong's movements.

Putting on a Band-Aid was naturally effortless for Wen Dong, but I don't know if the wound was a little deeper this time, and it was just scratched not long ago, Wen Dong inevitably squeezed it during his movements , As a result, a little blood flowed out from the wound that had already dried up.

Bright red blood snaked down Wen Dong's white index finger, giving it an unusually eye-catching, shattered aesthetic.

Because it was raining outside, the windows of the car were rolled up tightly, and a faint smell of blood wafted from the confined space.

Wen Dong hurriedly took a napkin from his hand and wiped it. Halfway through wiping, he suddenly heard Ji Lin's warm and deep voice, only three short words: "It smells good."

Wen Dong's hands stopped suddenly, he raised his eyes to look at Ji Lin, and subconsciously asked, "What?"

Ji Lin lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were covered by thick eyelashes, Wen Dong didn't know where he was looking, let alone what kind of eyes he was looking at at this moment.

However, in just a short moment, Ji Yan had already retracted his gaze, and his eyes fell on Wen Dong's cheek again, and he replied slowly: "I said that Mr. Xiaowen's perfume, the base note of rose in no man's land, smells very good. .”

His expression and tone are still gentle and polite as always, and the words he speaks are also very consistent, and people can't find the slightest clue.

Wen Dong subconsciously took a deep breath, but at this moment, what filled his nose was only the real, faint smell of blood, and what Ji Lin just said, the scent of roses from No Man's Land.

He couldn't smell Ji Lin's emotions.

It's not that he can't smell it temporarily, but even if his special ability is activated now, Wen Dong has no doubt that he will still only smell the clean and gentle fragrance of grass and trees that belongs to Ji Lin.

But at this moment, even though Wen Dong had no evidence, he somehow had an intuitive feeling.

He always felt that what Ji Lin was looking at just now was his bloody wound, and what Ji Lin praised was not the so-called perfume smell...

As if to test his intuition, Wen Dong suddenly made a bold move——

He stopped wiping the blood, closed his eyes half-closed, then raised his hand slightly, and brought the index finger, which was still slightly bleeding out, to his lips in a leisurely manner.

Afterwards, he pursed his lips slightly and took a mouthful of his own blood.

At that moment, Wen Dong clearly felt a tingling sensation sweeping over his head.

It was like being targeted by some extremely dangerous beast.

Wen Dong now confirmed that the animal instinct to perceive danger when he saw Ji Lin in the bar for the first time was not an illusion.

However, this feeling is still extremely short-lived.

In the next second, Ji Lin's gentle voice sounded again, as if he hadn't seen Wen Dong's movements at all, his tone was natural and frank: "Mr. Xiao Wen, do you want to see the photo? The photo of the mask pendant, I will now I can show you."

The word "mask" recaptured Wen Dong's mind, and made him forget the inexplicable thoughts just now, and nodded immediately: "Is it possible? I want to see it now."

"That's it," Ji Lin handed the phone directly to Wen Dong, and said seriously, "Take a look, have you seen Shen Xi wearing it before, or, has he told you where he bought it... "

Wen Dong picked up the phone, and just glanced down, his heart started beating uncontrollably.

Because the mask in the photo is too familiar to Wen Dong.

He realized that he had only seen it once in that nightmare.

The author says:

Xiao Ji, you really have a million perverts!