crime profiler in the dark

Fifteen minutes later, Bai Haolin was sitting on the trunk of the car. Although he had wiped off the blood on his face and head with wet wipes, although his tinnitus had stopped and his sanity had gradually recovered from the explosion, his heartbeat It was still very fast, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably, and the pungent smell of blood still lingered deep in his nasal cavity and could not go away for a long time.

"Doctor Bai," an assistant policeman came over, "You are covered with evidence now, please take off your clothes if necessary." He said and pointed to a large van next to him, indicating that he could go inside to change. , and handed him a clean white jumpsuit.

"Okay, thank you." Bai Haolin wanted to show him a refined smile as usual, but he couldn't squeeze it out no matter what.

Bai Haolin took off the blood-stained suit and shirt in the van, put them into the evidence bag, took out the mobile phone from the trousers bag and found that it was also soaked in blood, so he put it into the evidence bag, Then he put on the jumpsuit again, and as soon as he opened the car door, he saw Zhuang Xusubaru walking towards him.

"Brother Hao Lin, are you alright?" Zhuang Xumao trotted a few steps and looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay." Bai Haolin shook his head, "When did you arrive?"

"For a while, I have been downstairs with the police looking for witnesses to question." Zhuang Xumao pointed to the onlookers outside the cordon behind him, "I heard that there was an explosion above?" He said, looking at the top floor suite.

"Well, fortunately, no one was injured." Having said that, Bai Haolin still had lingering fears. Although he knew that the profession of police could be life-threatening at any time, he had never been so close to the god of death, so close that he could almost feel the icy edge of the death scythe. The blade is already clinging to the neck!

"By the way, Director He arrived just now." Zhuang Xumao pointed to the direction of the command vehicle of the bomb disposal team, and saw that He Guangzhong was talking to Sergeant Qi who had already changed into his overalls.

Bai Haolin walked up to He Guangzhong: "Director He."

"You all worked hard today, go back and rest now." He Guangzhong nodded to Bai Haolin, and at the same time said to the police chief, "I will stay here."

"But..." Sergeant Qi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by He Guangzhong:

"This is an order!" His eyes were burning, and they were not allowed to bargain.

In order to prevent them from driving accidents, He Guangzhong arranged for the police to drive them back to their respective homes. Before Bai Haolin left, a colleague from the support department returned the mobile phone to him. The blood stains on it had been sealed as evidence. At this time, Bai Haolin Lin noticed that there were a few missed calls from an unfamiliar landline. He tried to call back, but no one answered. In this life and death, he didn't particularly care.

Back home, Bai Haolin took a shower, and the residual blood mixed with the water was flushed into the sewer. The scent of the shampoo had already covered up the smell of blood. He felt the warmth of the hot water constantly beating on the carcass, which made his body and mind complete. After calming down, Bai Haolin covered his mouth and nose for a long time before opening his eyes. The only thing that couldn't go away was the trembling in his heart and the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

Until then, Bai Haolin thought deeply about a question: If my life would be taken away at any time, what would I have to do?

As soon as this question came to mind, Bai Haolin had already found the answer. He turned off the shower, dried himself quickly, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and went back to the living room. He grabbed his mobile phone and quickly found Lu Yaming. number, hovering over it just as his fingertips were about to press the "Pull" key.

What am I doing?I can't drag her into the water because of a near-death experience!Bai Haolin said this to himself, but his fingertips were still trembling slightly on the "pull out" button, but he couldn't move it away.

"Woo-woo-" Suddenly, the mobile phone vibrated in Bai Haolin's hand, which made him tremble all over. After he looked closely, it was Zhuang Xumao who called. He collected himself and answered the call:

"Xu Subaru."

"Brother Hao Lin, we arrested a suspect just now." Zhuang Xumao was still panting, as if he had just run a few hundred meters.

"Suspect?" Bai Haolin repeated.

"Yes, the one named Zou Jun!" Zhuang Xumao's voice was a little high-pitched, "I remember you said that he was related to the serial throat-cutting case!"

"How did you catch him?" Bai Haolin took a lot of effort to find out that Zou Jun would go to the Quanxin Psychotherapy Center on Friday. He had thought that he would sit on the sidelines and wait for a rabbit, but now he fell into the hands of the police.

"Many serial killers have the habit of mixing with the crowd to observe the police's movements, so I paid special attention to the people around me when I went to the scene of the crime today. Not long after you left, Zou Jun appeared among the crowd of onlookers—the scene was remote, Most of the onlookers were homeless people and nearby workers, and he was wearing a motorcycle jacket and a top hat, and he looked conspicuously cowering. When I went to ask him for questioning, he tried to escape. It was the patrolmen around who assisted me He arrested him, we are going to take him back to the police station now, Brother Hao Lin, are you here?"

"Well, I'll be right over!" Zhuang Xumao's words were like an electric current that restored Bai Haolin's mind to a normal state, and also threw his thoughts of calling Lu Yaming out of the blue.

After hanging up Zhuang Xusubaru's phone call, Bai Haolin drove back to the police station. On the way, he thought about the whole thing carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the psychological traces of the two cases were all done by one person. Exploding barrels are placed next to the window, meant to spill blood on the window, which is exactly the same behavior as the victim of the first case of the serial slitting throat was turned to face the glass of the elevator!

Zou Jun must have been involved in two serial murders!This is beyond doubt!