crime profiler in the dark

Zheng Zheng, male, 38 years old, divorced, unemployed, has been criminally detained for multiple violent incidents such as robbery and wounding, fight against Europe, and intentional wounding. Zhao Yang, the director of the police station, is notorious.

Yi Yunzhao came to Zheng Zheng's home in the southern suburbs. It was a red brick house built in the 60s and [-]s. There were ten families on the first floor. The corridors were crowded and even the bathrooms were shared.

On the night of the incident, after the special police knocked on the door of Zheng Zheng's house and reported his identity, he heard a panic in the house. Then, two gunshots were fired, and the bullet passed through the door panel and hit one of the special police on the right arm. , and then the special police broke in and shot Zheng Zheng, who was holding a gun, to death.

The door of Zheng's house has been dilapidated, just like the fate of its owner. The police put up a yellow cordon in front of Zheng's house. There are still some dark red blood stains on the ground, which seems to be telling the thrilling night.

Yi Yunzhao crossed the cordon and looked around the small house of twelve to three square meters. There was a messy bed in the innermost part. Clothes were scattered on the bed. Even under the bed were stuffed with stinky socks, dirty underwear and worn leather shoes. , the bedside table with two drawers next to it was also pulled open, and all the useful things inside were collected and taken away by the police in charge of collecting evidence; there was an old-fashioned TV set in front of the left side of the bed, and there were still several boxes of used The cup noodles I have eaten, but now the remaining soup in it has become moldy; there is a small table in the middle of the room, on which are some newspapers from long ago and a notepad - because it seems useless, the association The police didn't take it away.

Yi Yunzhao went to the table, flipped through the discarded newspapers, found nothing useful, picked up the notepad, opened it, and found that there were children's doodles inside.

"Who are you? What do you do?" An old and questioning voice came from the door.

"Police." Yi Yunzhao showed his police ID, and seeing that he was not a reporter, the uncle's questioning expression restrained, "Master, who else is there in their family?"

"Who else can there be in his family? The wife ran away with the child, who else can there be?" The uncle said angrily, "This child has never learned well since he was a child. Our family used to often throw things away. He must have stolen them." Yes, hmph, I never learned well at an early age!" The uncle has lived next door to Zheng Zheng's house for nearly 20 years, and he has long since hated this person to the extreme.

"Does he have parents and brothers?"

"I don't know, I've never seen them come and go. Hmph, he doesn't come back until midnight every day, and he's always fooling around outside. You guys are really doing harm to the people."

"Master, do you know who he usually associates with? For example, have you seen any suspicious people come to his house?"

"Not yet," the uncle thought for a while, and then said, "But one night when I was taking a shit, I heard his voice coming back, as if he was on the phone."

"What did you say?!" Yi Yunzhao became nervous.

"I just heard him say, 'Don't talk nonsense, just give me the money, I'll do anything.' I couldn't hear anything else clearly."

"Do you remember when?!" Yi Yunzhao was very excited.

"The thirteenth was still No.14 last month, I don't really remember, maybe around one o'clock in the morning?!" The old man was not too sure.