crime profiler in the dark

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Evil impulses are 13 years older than good impulses.It exists as soon as a child comes out of the mother's body, it grows up with people and accompanies them all their lives, and when it starts to kill and degenerate, people are powerless to resist it.After 13 years, a good impulse was born. If a person desecrates life again, the good impulse will warn him: Whoever sheds human blood, his blood will also be shed... It is late at night, and I don’t know where to come from in the forest except occasionally. Except for the chirping of night birds, there was a deathly silence everywhere.Fog shrouded every corner of the National Forest Park. Even the white moonlight could not pierce the surrounding fog, and it was gloomy everywhere.In this quiet and cold night, in the dark forest that blocks all light, only the light seeping out of a cabin is as dazzling as the morning star in the dark night.

From the outside, the wooden house looks very ordinary. It may be because of the yellow cordon that has been torn off outside the house. There is nothing left in the wooden house.Only the head of the horrific black goat hanging on the east wall is still there!At this time, the horn was stained with three finger-wide blood, and the blood was slowly congealing and dripping along the horn.

There are two vertically downward bright red marks on the wooden wall below the head of the black goat. The source of the marks is a young man who was leaning against the wall. His blood stained his clothes and the wooden floor beneath him. He stared Looking at the man wearing a black windbreaker and a hood two meters ahead, that man was saying something to the young man, which made the young man very angry. He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily.

"Nonsense, nonsense!" The young man struggled to speak through his teeth, "The master will not abandon me, I am his servant, and I will sacrifice for his birth..." He felt the loss of life, he He turned around with all his strength, trying to find the answer he wanted from the black goat above his head, but what caught his eyes was the pair of lifeless pupils of the black goat, like a death sentence read out to him!

That person knew that this person was going to see the "master" he said soon, so he ignored his crazy words.He turned around and was about to leave when the young man suddenly interrupted his steps with a high-pitched, weird scream:

"I understand! He, he chose you!!" He raised his hand with difficulty, pointing at the man tremblingly with blood-stained hands, "Hahaha! Ever since you stepped into this room, Satan has been I have chosen you!!" He raised his hands without knowing where the strength came from, and said loudly, "My master is about to come into the world. At that time, God and his defenders will be burned by the fire of hell. Bones will be scattered in the depths of hell to be devoured by evil spirits! And you! And you will be the herald to lead Satan into the world!! Look!! At your feet, blood is stained with blood! Behind you, darkness swallows Darkness! That’s right!! You will embark on a ghostly road full of blood and bones, and you will have bloody hands like me!! One day, you will long for the thrill of killing!! Because!! You are the devil incarnation!!"

Hearing what the young man said, the man turned around and said with a sneer:

"Learn your illiteracy before you die. Actually, the word 'devil' comes from ancient Hyboria, and he only means the opponent. Satan the devil opposes the hypocritical morals and dogmas of the so-called holy church and its followers," he stared at The young man's face was gradually turning pale, knowing that his time was running out, "However——, if Satan can help me take off the hypocritical mask like your father, I would rather be his pioneer!"

The young man pointed to his nose tremblingly with blood-stained hands, his lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but his strength seemed to be exhausted, his half-raised arms suddenly fell, and he maintained a stiff sitting posture.

Walking out of the cabin, he put down his hood, revealing a resolute and handsome face. He looked up at the night sky and murmured:

"Did the darkness swallow the darkness, and the blood stain the blood?" Speaking of this, he snorted coldly from his nasal cavity, his gaze became more determined, "If the devil himself is the only one who can stop the devil from doing evil, then I would rather become a devil!"

He left the wooden house calmly, and the sound of his stepping on the branches and leaves quickly disappeared into the depths of the jungle. In the cold air, only a mobile phone in the wooden house continued to emit an anxious voice: "Hello? Hello?"

Turn back time, two months ago...