criminal profiling

When the murder occurred in West City, Xie Mu was still wandering around Zhijing Street—he was sent home, but ran out again after the police officer who sent him left.

Xie Mu's mind was full of the idea of ​​finding the murderer to avenge his family. With the support of this belief, he wandered alone in the streets and alleys late at night, not afraid at all, but had the absolute courage to fight it out.

He came out this time with a fruit knife on his body, planning to use it against the murderer.

At this point, there are very few people walking outside, especially knowing that it is not safe recently, even those who are used to living at night have changed their schedules, or changed places for fun.Therefore, Xie Mu wandered the streets for a long time, counting the people he met with ten fingers.

The words heard by the police station echoed in his ears again.

"The murderer is a tall man, wearing a black hat, baseball cap or knitted hat? Wearing a long windbreaker and wearing a mask covering half of his face, he doesn't look like a good person at first glance, otherwise who would wear a mask at night? Wandering in the street?"

"Yes, I saw it too. I'm a little fat, like a hunchback. I don't look at anyone when I'm walking, and if I bump into someone accidentally, the look in my eyes is creepy."

"Mr. Policeman, Mr. Policeman, what I saw was real. It was a man with horns on his head, and his eyes would glow at night!"

Xie Mu's gaze was like a searchlight, every time a passerby came by, he would stare closely at them, and he didn't care if he was called crazy.Some of the grumpy ones clenched their fists and wanted to punch him, but were held back by their companions, said a few words quickly in a low voice and quickened their pace to stay away from this psychotic man.

Xie Mu thought, I am not crazy, I just want to find the murderer to avenge my wife and children.

Although the place where the murder happened was in the same direction, it was some distance away from Orijing Street.Xie Mu heard the siren, but didn't pay attention to it.In his opinion, the murderer who brutally killed his wife and children will not leave this place, and he will continue to look for the next prey here.

Xie Mu even hoped that the murderer would regard him as his next prey, so that he would not have to bother looking for the murderer.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I see you've been wandering here for a long time, go back quickly, this place is not safe now. Hey, I'll just tell you, do you hear me?"

A man who looked like a little gangster walked towards Xie Mu, he was not very old, he was still a big boy, and he walked bumpily.He wore earplugs around his neck, a black jacket, ripped jeans and a black baseball cap.On the mouth, wearing a mask.

He was holding a bag of medicine in his hand, and he coughed a few times when he spoke—it looked like he had a cold and cough, and he ran out to buy medicine at night.

Xie Mu slowly turned his head to look at him, his eyes were a little dazed, staring at his face without blinking.

It's rare to send kindness back, but I ran into someone with mental problems.The little gangster frowned impatiently, and cursed in his heart.Just a reminder is enough, he doesn't have the patience to finish good things to the end and send people home.

"Hurry up and go home, it's not fun to run into a murderer."

As he said that, he turned around and ignored Xie Mu, and went home by himself.

Murderer?

So is this how the victim was approached?Pretend to be concerned about approaching, and attack decisively when the other party relaxes his vigilance?Unexpectedly, the murderer who did such a cruel thing had the face of a big boy, no wonder the police couldn't find it no matter how hard they looked.

Look, it's better to take revenge yourself, otherwise, wouldn't the murderer escape again tonight?

While Xie Mu was thinking, he approached the man behind, the man noticed something, turned his head and asked him: "You follow me—"

The sound stopped abruptly, he stared at Xie Mu with wide eyes, then slowly looked down at the dagger stuck in his stomach, then slowly raised his head to look at Xie Mu again.

"you--"

Xie Mu pulled out the dagger and stabbed it in again.

The person said only one word before it was cut off again, and he could not make a sound, and the medicine in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

-

The police searched almost half of the city overnight, but the murderer was still not found.After Meng Yan left the pedestrian street, he also soon learned that the murderer had committed another crime. He called Zhuang Sheng and no one answered, so he rushed to the scene of the crime without any hesitation.

In the main room, the corpse has been removed, but the blood all over the floor has not been scrubbed, and the smell of blood may take a long time to dissipate.When Shi Ke went in, he held his breath and glanced around, but his eyes hurt from the bloody symbols.

"What's his purpose for leaving so many five-pointed stars? It must have taken a long time for the five-pointed stars all over the wall. Otherwise, when the son returns, the murderer may have already completed the dismemberment."

"It's an inverted pentagram." Although Zhuang Sheng's complexion was a little pale, his expression seemed to be quite calm. He corrected a sentence after listening to Shi Ke's words, looked at Xiang Xiang and explained seriously, "In ancient Western culture, people superstitiously believe in pentagrams. It can prevent the invasion of demons and evil spirits. The inverted pentagram with the pointed point downwards refers to hell in Christianity, is an evil symbol of demons, and also represents Satan."

As Zhuang Sheng spoke, he approached the wall covered in bloody symbols, raised his head and swept across the row, "Richard Ramirez worships the devil, thinks he is a member of the devil family, and forces the victim to swear before killing I love Satan. Many details of the murderer's crimes are consistent with Ramirez, he may be imitating Ramirez, maybe he is not."

Shi Ke became more and more confused, "What do you mean maybe or maybe not? And what do you mean by 'either one person, or several'?"

Zhuang Sheng looked back at him, and asked calmly: "Don't you understand? These several cases are committed by the same person, and he didn't just imitate the famous murderer in history - there is a Several personalities, and these personalities may regard themselves as those killers themselves." Zhuang Sheng paused, and said slowly under Shi Ke's increasingly astonished expression:

"So, this is not imitation, but multiple people committing crimes - although these 'people' exist in the same body."

Shi Ke was completely stunned, unable to turn his head around.

"Multiple personalities?"

Zhuang Sheng nodded calmly, ignored the shocked and confused Shi Ke, turned around and continued to study the symbols on the wall.

When Meng Yan came, he happened to see Shi Ke with a silly face standing in the middle of the main room, deeply shocked and unable to recover.He just glanced at him and didn't pay any more attention. He fixed his eyes on the other person in the room, scanned up and down, and was relieved to see that Zhuang Sheng was fine.

"Shengsheng." Meng Yan called softly, awakening Zhuang Sheng who was in deep thought, and turned around to see Meng Yan standing at the door, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" The corners of his mouth twitched as if he was about to laugh, but he was flattened by him reservedly, and he stood still.

After all, Meng Yan had been in the city bureau for so many years. Although he was retiring to recuperate, most of the police officers in the bureau recognized him, and their admiration for him remained undiminished. Beside Zhuang Sheng.

Seeing Meng Yan appearing, Shi Ke raised his hand to greet him, when Meng Yan walked past him.

walked over.

Shi Ke raised his hands in the air in embarrassment, opened his mouth halfway, and froze for a while.He blinked a few times, and pretended to touch his mouth nonchalantly to hide the embarrassment of being ignored.

On the other side, Zhuang Sheng had already told Meng Yan his analysis, and finally lowered his head and said in a low mood: "Although I probably already know what kind of person the murderer is, I still don't know anything about his real identity. Can't To find the murderer in reality, no matter how accurate the profile is, it will not help.

In today's era of evidence, the number of murderers who are at large is not because no one knows their crimes, but because there is no evidence to convict them.

"Shengsheng, you can't think like this. If you already know what kind of person the murderer is, you can reverse his behavior, walk into the murderer's heart, think what the murderer thinks, and finally catch him. It's just a matter of time." .”

When Meng Yan released Zhuang Sheng, Shi Ke answered the phone.When he answered the phone, he had a relieved expression on his face - he finally didn't have to be caught between those two people as an invisible person, and he also had a sense of presence, the kind someone would call to find him.

Meng Yan continued to enlighten Zhuang Sheng, "...What's more, solving a case is never a one-person job. Shengsheng, you not only have to trust your companions, but sometimes you also have to trust the power of the masses."

Zhuang Sheng was a little puzzled. Does the last sentence mean looking for witnesses?

Just as he was thinking, an uncontrollable exclamation suddenly sounded in his ear.

"There is a clue! When the murderer escaped, someone saw him getting into a white van!" Shi Ke held the phone and looked at Zhuang Sheng and Meng Yan in surprise.

Zhuang Sheng: "..."

——Is this the power of the masses?

-

The people on the ground stopped moving completely, and the blood slowly swam away from their bodies, and soon formed a big pool.

Xie Mu stood up staggeringly, staring blankly at the bloody corpse on the ground, his eyes became a little clearer.He lowered his head, looked at the blood-stained dagger in his hand, and threw it out as if frightened.

The blood on his hands was still there, and the warm feeling was the same as when he hugged his wife and children that night.

Yes, he was taking revenge. He killed this man to avenge the tragic death of his wife and children.

Saying this to himself over and over in his heart, Xie Mu backed away while vigorously wiping the blood on his hands with his clothes.The expression on his face alternated with panic, ecstasy, and sorrow again.

In the dead of night, there is no one on the street.

A white van drove past, and after a while, it slowly backed away and stopped beside Xie Mu.

Xie Mu heard a polite voice asking:

"Hey, want a ride?"