crime profiler in the dark

After passing through the two iron gates, Bai Haolin finally officially entered the interior of the west courtyard. A two-meter-wide long corridor seemed to extend forward infinitely. The rooms were separated on both sides like soldiers on guard. Each room here is less than five square meters, and there is only a small bed with a width of one meter, a simple sink and a toilet in the room, and the musty smell of damp and excrement can be smelled through the door. stink.

Bai Haolin looked at a few rooms, and the inmates inside were either in a daze, or muttering something in a low voice, and the room was dimly lit, making it indescribably gloomy and depressing.

Taking the elevator to the second floor, Bai Haolin found that the layout here is slightly different from that of the upper floor. Each room is about ten square meters, which is more spacious than the upper floor, but the furnishings of the rooms are different—the walls of some rooms are The walls and floors are all white air cushions to prevent patients from committing suicide; some rooms have only one bed, and patients are tied to the bed with their hands and feet, and they are given drips, and even excretion is only through a catheter.

Bai Haolin walked a few steps, and vaguely heard a symphony playing in front of him. He listened carefully, and it was Beethoven's "Fate". He walked towards the place where the music came from.

As the sound of the music grew louder, Bai Haolin noticed that the room had changed. Starting from passing through another iron door, each cell was nearly [-] square meters in size. Extremely high tempered glass separates the inside from the outside, and monitors are installed inside. Even after the lights are turned off, it also has far-infrared devices to ensure that every detail will not be missed.

The people locked inside are like animals in a laboratory, their every move is under surveillance and there is no privacy at all, but compared to the patients in the cubicle upstairs, they are much more free, except for the bed and toilet, There are tables, TVs, books and other things in the cell. Some people are lying on the table for a close-up of a large book, and a lot of papers are scattered on the ground; some people are playing Go with themselves; Various graphics.

Seeing this, Bai Haolin remembered a case he had seen abroad. A Swiss psychiatrist believed that when people create art, the chemical substances secreted by the brain are similar to the pleasure produced by serial killers when they kill people, so he encouraged serial killers Killers use writing, painting and other artistic creations in prison to control the urge to kill in their hearts.

As the sound of the symphony became louder, Bai Haolin walked to the end room.

This is a room with nearly [-] square meters. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is luxurious, but it is still transparent enough to see through everything inside. The most striking thing in the room is a large bookshelf that occupies the entire wall. The empty seats are filled with books in various languages ​​and types, ranging from ancient times to the present, from mythology to science. All classic books can be found here. In the corner on the left is a brown leather sofa. A dazzling red windbreaker was draped on the sofa. Next to the sofa was an elegant floor lamp. Next to it was a small round table. It's a room in a mental hospital.

At this time, a naked man was standing in front of a canvas nearly two meters high and three meters wide in the center of the room, swaying a brush. His height was close to the top of the canvas, and every inch of his back, buttocks, and thighs were like muscles. The David sculpted by Michelangelo is so hard and strong, and he does not hesitate to show the majestic beauty of men.Due to the lack of sunshine all year round, his skin is as fair as a young girl's, but his hair is gray and white. He seems to be in his fifties. At this moment, his skin is stained with various colors of paint, making him almost integrated with the painting, making him unbelievably beautiful Ordinary things.

What he painted is an oil painting with heaven in the upper part and hell in the lower part. Its grand composition, vivid characters and vivid colors are no less than Michelangelo's murals in the Sistine Chapel in Vatican. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bai Haolin would think it was written by some Renaissance master.

After completing the finishing touch of the angel holding the Holy Grail on the upper right, the man stopped, took two steps back, leaned his back against the glass in front of Bai Haolin, turned his head slightly, with an unpredictable smile on his lips meaning:

"Are you ready to directly attack the evil in the depths of your soul?" His voice was soft, but it was able to agitate Bai Haolin's eardrums through the microphone through the gap between the deafening symphony.

"What?" Bai Haolin didn't understand what he was saying.

He spread his right hand and stretched out the painting in front of him: "Heaven and hell are just between one palm."

"As close as you think they are, and as far away as you think they are." Bai Haolin smiled lightly, disapproving of his words.

"Then, are you closer to heaven or hell?" The man suddenly turned around, holding the cold glass with his right hand, looking down at Bai Haolin, his eyes were as sharp as a lightning that pierced the night sky, and struck Bai Haolin's soul In that dark abyss.

Facing him directly, Bai Haolin noticed that this person was not as old as he had imagined. He had a dignified appearance, with sunken eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and light brown pupils. He seemed to be of mixed race. Judging from his appearance, he His age should be less than 30 years old, and his gray hair is more like the gray hair of a teenager caused by long-term high IQ work. Bai Haolin can't help but wonder why he is here.

"I'm in the world. This place is close to heaven and also close to hell." Bai Haolin replied calmly.

"Ha, are you a new intern?" The man suddenly laughed