Quantico, Virginia.

"Hi, this is 911, how can I help you?"

"I'm on Street 133. I think you should send someone over to take a look. It seems that a murder case of an acquaintance's burglary happened here."

"It seems?" The employee who received the alarm call was a little confused, but immediately showed professionalism, "Please describe the scene you saw, and I will arrange the police to go to the scene as soon as possible. Before that, please protect the scene as much as possible." ...is it 133 Street?"

"Well, it's Street 133, but... I just know that a murder happened here, and I don't know the situation at the scene."

"Ma'am, are you sure you're not joking? Do you know what happens when you report a false alarm?"

"I'm sure this is not a joke. The newspaper in the mailbox has not been cleaned for at least three days, and the ash on it has been piled up for at least half a month. This will kill obsessive-compulsive disorder patients. There is a strong smell of African egret flowers outside the house. Obviously, this is not the arid desert area of ​​South Africa, and the environment is not suitable for growing this kind of thing, and the flowers that the homeowner likes are also biased toward gorgeous and colorful brambles."

The smell of the African egret flower is incomparable. Yue Yu was lucky enough to smell it once. It smelled like a corpse soaked and then exposed to the sun, exuding a rancid smell from the bones.

Having said that, Yue Yu paused, and the pockets of his trousers vibrated slightly twice, which reminded the delivery staff that the delivery time was approaching.

"There are still a few places that can prove that someone died in this house, but I still have a few takeaways to deliver. If I go late, my salary will be deducted. This is my usual number. If you need me to provide a statement, please call me , the address here is Block 133, and the house sign says Chrissy..."

Yue Fen was wearing Burger King's overalls, holding a takeaway bag in one hand and hanging up the call to the police with the other.

This world is the real world that "Deciphered" gave Yue Yu a vacation, so there is no main storyline and customs clearance tasks. Yue Yu took a few days of rest with the system's forged identity and was about to get moldy, so she decided to experience ordinary people In a tense and exciting life, I happened to see Burger King recruiting new employees——

Burger King delivery man = normal person

Scheduled meal delivery time = stressful and exciting life

Yue Fen provided Burger King with a medical examination form and was successfully hired

As a Burger King delivery person, she would notice this old house every day when she passed the street, not because of other reasons, but because the landlord's obsessive-compulsive disorder made Yue Chen feel very comfortable.

The same number of potted roses are planted on the white fences on both sides. Each pot is carefully selected and arranged. There are only two roses in the pot, which are symmetrical from left to right. Small wooden sticks are tied to the branches to control their direction.

It is worth mentioning that all the people on this street believe in Jesus. The steps in front of the neighbors in the neighborhood are wholesale from the church. They are wooden boards painted with white paint and matted. I asked when I was delivering food, and the stairs of this house are paved with special red bricks.

The red bricks are matched to keep the house and the echelons in the same color. Even if bricks are used to pave the road, the bricks are interlaced and spliced ​​together. This is to better consolidate every gap, but the steps are neat .

Isn't the landlord a Christian?

No, she is, as can be seen from the newly revised Bible stuffed in the mailbox, she is a Christian, but she is not very devout. After all, in the face of OCD, religious beliefs cannot change her.

How can a patient with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder who can control the movement of flowers and plants in detail, let the mailbox be full without cleaning it?A few days ago, there was a storm, and the roses by the fence were blown into a mess, and several pots were flooded. The lawn in front of the house should have been mowed at least once or three times a week, but now there are almost no weeds up to her ankles... …

Out of curiosity, I walked into the courtyard and found that there were some impurities on the closed mahogany door. This is the trace of the red paint peeling off at the corner of the door. It is not surprising that the mahogany of the old houses on the edge of the city has aged and peeled off the paint, but, Even if the door was closed tightly, she couldn't see anything inside, but she could still smell it.

The smell of rotting corpses.

After hesitating for three seconds, she called the police and had the previous conversation.

As for why it was a burglary by an acquaintance?

In the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder, there may be certain complications. 30% will suffer from specific phobias, 20% will suffer from social phobias, and 15% will suffer from panic disorder.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is controllable. In addition to congenital causes, many of them are caused by social pressure and competition. It has also been reported recently that about 10% of women suffer from anorexia nervosa and 33% suffer from bulimia.

It is not difficult to find that Ms. Chris suffers from social phobia or panic disorder by comparing the decoration style with obsessive-compulsive disorder information from her brain.

So here comes the question, the door has no signs of forced entry, and the door lock has no signs of damage. Who can let a person with social phobia open the door?

A takeaway/courier like her.

It is possible, but due to the nature of the work in this industry, employees will wear work uniforms, and the personnel list will be registered in the company. Takeaways and things can be placed at the door. Only acquaintances will make Ms. Chris unprepared. open the door.

It is deduced that the burglary was caused by the door paint falling on the lower left corner, which is the trace left by the murderer scratching the door paint with his foot to close the door after leaving.

Use your brain to roughly simulate this way of closing the door, it is very awkward, why not use your hands?If he was afraid of leaving fingerprints and traces, then he should have prepared tools such as gloves when killing people.

This means that he is holding something in his hands that cannot be free, taking up a lot of space in his hands, such as a stuffed safe.

If this case is in the hands of Yue Fen, she will probably investigate Chris's acquaintances - males with a height of 175-180 - recent debts/gambling/drug abuse... investigations in this direction should be possible soon Find the real culprit.

Some takeaways happened to be ordered by Chris’s neighbors, and Yue Chan casually asked them a few words, but did not check with Yue Chan. Chris is about 30 years old, doesn’t like to go out, and is slightly fat. House girl, they have not seen each other for five years since they moved here.

After the takeaway was delivered, on the way back he saw Chris's house was cordoned off, and two police officers in uniform were lying on the lawn to collect evidence.

He took out his mobile phone, and there were two missed calls, which were from unfamiliar numbers.

It was probably because she tried too hard to deliver the food, but she didn't hear it.

Call back, the other side quickly picked up, it was a middle-aged male voice, "Ms. Yue, are you done with your work now?" The background sound of the phone was a bit messy. " words.

"Sorry, please wait a moment." The background voice was much quieter, and he covered the receiver, "It's the delivery guy, I'll go out for a while."

Yue Chen waited, looked up, and happened to see a man walking out of Chris's house, wearing a white shirt, slacks, and holding a phone in his hand, "Okay, Ms. Yue, are you still there?"

"Well, I'm here."

"Hello, Ms. Yue, I'm Hodge, and you've already guessed why I'm here."

"Of course, it's obviously not because I reported a false police report."

The opposite party smiled slightly, "Then, can you come to bau today if you are free? We have a few questions to ask you, and the address will be sent to you in a text message later."

Yue Fen pushed the food delivery van to the door of the red house, "No need, look up."

Hodge looked up and saw a black-haired girl in a Burger King uniform raised the phone to him. The police officers who maintained the security at the scene saw that she was almost leaning against the cordon, and waved their arms to drive her away.

"This is not a place to join in the fun, go back quickly."

Yue Fen hung up the phone and pointed at Hodge, "Officer Hodge is looking for me."

The person who stopped him looked back, and Hodge walked over with his mobile phone in his hands, "I have a few questions to ask her, let her in."

"Yes!"

The warning belt was pulled up, and Yue Chuan lowered his head and got in, "Can I trouble you to take a look at my delivery truck?"

The officer nodded, "Of course."

·

Hodge didn't let Yue Fen enter the scene. On the one hand, he wanted to know from what angle Yue Fen judged that it was a burglary. On the other hand, he wanted to profile her conveniently. Jennifer got the alarm call and listened to Yue Fen's information about the scene. Obviously, this girl has learned a little on-site investigation, character profiling and medical knowledge, but it is not systematic enough, and her analysis is a bit green.

Maybe a colleague?

A rookie?

Just as Hodge was thinking this way, he heard the girl in the audio saying that she was going to deliver food?

? ? ? ?

Okay, can the food delivery person investigate the crime scene?This is too much of a waste of talent!Is it a part-time job?

Jennifer investigated Yue Fen's files. She has no relatives. She grew up in an orphanage and graduated from a public university majoring in hotel management with a full scholarship.

Delivering food is not a part-time job, but a formal entry.

Hodge couldn't help but love talents.

If the girl really judged the crime scene based on the smell and the owner's obsessive-compulsive disorder, as long as a little systematic training, she will be the next Rhett.

Of course, but he still has another scruple, is a person like Yue Zhan willing to be a delivery man?Or she is doing other things under the guise of being a delivery person...

Hodge needs to observe, needs to profile.

While Hodge was observing the profiling Yue Fen, Yue Fen was also observing the profiling opponent.

bau, behavior analysis department, Hodge, a very familiar name, as if she had met someone from this department in a certain level, but it was too long, she forgot, and could only rely on the first profile to analyze the person in front of her. man.

Divorced not long ago, the reason for the divorce may be because he is a workaholic?Straight man?

He has a young son whom he loves very much.

Can use a gun, marksmanship is very good.

The status in bau is very high...

But after a short breath, the two sides fought a little.

"Ms. Yue, can you tell me other than obsessive-compulsive disorder and smell, what other aspects can you analyze that this is a murder case of acquaintance burglary?"

The author has something to say:

Yue Chi: It’s really hard to be an ordinary person :(

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