criminal profiling

In the picture, the delicate face of the young man is slightly pale, his expression is calm, and his clothes and hair are meticulous.Although there are several cameras facing him, there is no unnatural movement in his movements—perhaps in his eyes, those cameras do not exist at all.

The young man raised his hand, the exposed wrist was white and thin, and the veins on it could even be seen.He made a gesture of invitation to the person opposite, and said politely:

"Mr. Fu Cao, I have read all your books, and I have a few questions I would like to ask." Zhuang Sheng continued to mention the titles of several books.

A man with his head bowed and unresponsive, perhaps hearing the name of the book he wrote, slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard face full of beards.His eyes were a little dull, he stared at Zhuang Sheng's direction for a while, and then slowly focused.

"Mr. Fu Cao's book wins with a lot of real details, which can make readers immersive. I have read Mr. Fu Cao's early works. Although the style is different, they are more realistic. May I ask Mr. Fu Cao, why did you do it? Such a change?"

The man looked up at Zhuang Sheng, and after about half a minute, he grinned, "You are a policeman, right? You treat me as a murderer, and you want to trick me?"

Some of the fans of Fucao script standing in front of the video felt disappointed when they saw the real person and felt that the image of the great god they imagined was different, but the rhetorical question immediately excited them.

"Wow, as expected of me, Fucao Da, that's how sharp I am."

Passers-by also left comments:

"Is this little policeman okay? He looks like a college student, can he handle cases? Don't make it a meeting between fans and the author."

The young man in the video, with an unwavering face, looked back calmly, "If there are many loopholes in suspense and detective novels, it is a cliché to have the opportunity to ask the author for advice in person." He paused, and said, "Then , I am indeed playing with your words."

The man's eyes suddenly changed, and his upper body sat up straight, "You said there is a loophole, what loophole, that kind of thing can't exist in the novel I wrote!"

Zhuang Sheng's tone remained unchanged, "In the book "The Last Victim", in the second paragraph on page 245, the wife left a letter and hanged herself on a bed sheet. You wrote this: She slowly stopped struggling, her eyes widened. It's very big, with its mouth open, and its hands hanging down. During the autopsy, it said 'there are white marks on the neck, and there are a few marks from fingers scratching'." Zhuang Sheng looked at the man across from him, and said seriously:

"What you describe does not match the symptoms of hanging yourself. The person who died by hanging himself had dark purple behind his ears, his eyes were closed, his lips were opened, and his hands were clasped—what you describe is not hanging himself, but being killed by someone beforehand." strangled, and then pretended to hang himself."

The man was stunned, he didn't know whether he couldn't remember the description Zhuang Sheng said, or he was speechless because he couldn't refute it.

Zhuang Sheng's questioning didn't stop there, he leaned forward a little, stared into the man's eyes, and asked word by word: "Mr. Fu Cao, why do you describe a person who hanged himself to death, so you present What came out, but the image of a victim who was first strangled and then pretended to be hanged?"

The online comments are full of emoticons, and some people's comments are like this:

"Grassing the grass, accurate to which page and paragraph, is there such an operation? The little brother said that he has read all the books of Fu Caoda, so he can't memorize them all."

"The person who has the complete set of Fu Cao's book said that the verification has been completed, and the little brother at least has no mistakes in his memory."

"A person with many years of forensic experience said that the judgment of the beautiful little brother is completely correct. The author confused the two kinds of death by hanging himself and strangling to pretend to be hanged."

"My little brother's last question, it's frightening to think about it carefully."

On the screen, Zhuang Sheng pointed out several loopholes in the book one after another. Some men could answer, while others could not.As Zhuang Sheng spoke faster and faster, beads of sweat slowly appeared on the man's forehead, but he didn't have the time to wipe them off. Like a student whose homework was being checked by the teacher, he was nervous and apprehensive.

Zhuang Sheng pressed on every step of the way without giving in - at this time, he showed a rare aggressiveness.And the man on the opposite side was forced to the verge of collapse by him, like a beast in trouble, panting heavily, staring at Zhuang Sheng with red eyes.

If he hadn't been handcuffed to the chair, he might have jumped up and rushed over.

"So what, if I don't write like this, no one will read my book! The more bloody, the more real, people will read it, because it is so exciting. But later, the blood can't satisfy them. They need to hunt for novelties, and they want to read more bizarre cases. —Writing about ordinary homicide cases, no one reads them at all! You can't sell a single copy!"

"That's because you didn't write well." Compared with the man's manic voice, Zhuang Sheng's calm and peaceful voice sounded like a naked sarcasm at this time - in fact, Zhuang Sheng was just stating seriously .

"So you're pandering to your readers and being led by their noses?"

As soon as Zhuang Sheng asked this question, the man who was a little manic at first calmed down visibly. He sat back in his chair and looked at Zhuang Sheng with indifferent and contemptuous eyes.

"This kind of thing can only be done by that idiot. Don't confuse us."

Zhuang Sheng clenched his hands slightly on his knees, lowered his eyes, and slightly pursed his lips.

"Although you don't admit it, in the eyes of outsiders, it's all done by one person."

The man smiled contemptuously, leaned back and raised one leg, "Can't you see that? As for those fools who claim to be smart, you think I would care about what they think."

Compared with the man who was restless and cautious all the time, this man who is full of coldness seems to be a different person now.

The comments have long been filled with various exclamations, and everyone said that the style of painting has changed too fast, and they can't understand it at all.

"Is there any expert who can explain what happened. I didn't blink, why the plot suddenly became completely incomprehensible."

"Wow, wow, this is the real Fu Cao Da Da in my mind, with an aura of [-] meters! Da Da, don't be afraid, you are just right, I support you!"

"Didn't you say that the suspect had multiple personalities before? Could it be that at this moment, I saw multiple personalities in real life? Or did they change under my nose? By the way, the little brother who confessed to the interrogator felt that even if the opposite party turned into a ghost, he would Being able to talk about it without any sense of disobedience throughout the whole process without changing your face. I have become a fan."

"Don't go upstairs, fans will add 1."

"...Both want fans, what should I do?"

Zhuang Sheng didn't know about the comments on the Internet, so he focused all his attention on the person opposite - or to be more precise, the personalities in the body opposite.

"I don't understand. Since you look down on him so much, why do you still help him?"

The man leaned against the back of the chair and looked at him with a half-smile, "He? Who are you referring to? What do you want me to admit?"

Zhuang Sheng looked straight into his eyes and said calmly, "I don't need you to admit anything, what I want to know, I will go and see for myself."

"Oh, what do you see?"

Zhuang Sheng withdrew his gaze, paused, and said quietly: "A lot, if you insist, I can say two things."

There was still a half-smile on the man's face, "Oh, all ears."

"For example, you like to eat brains and hearts, and you appear more often at home, because you are rarely needed to go hunting." Zhuang Sheng stopped here, looked up at the opposite side, and the smile on the man's face had slowed down. Slowly disappear. "You are eating the ingredients that 'they' brought for you, maybe you don't like to go out, or the conditions don't allow it."

When Zhuang Sheng finished speaking, the man's face was completely dark, and he stared at Zhuang Sheng gloomyly, "Do you think I want to stay at home? One is an idiot, two or three are still idiots. The mess can't be cleaned up by itself. If I hadn't been in the middle, this idiot would have collapsed physically and mentally!"

"Really?" Zhuang Sheng looked indifferent, completely unmoved, "But you are not completely at home, are you? As far as I know, you disappeared at the back door of the 'Hui Shore' bar three months ago The girl, you did it yourself, right? Did you eat her, her breasts or her thighs?"

When the man heard the last sentence, he suddenly became excited, "That's a fake breast! It looks huge, but when you cut it open, it's full of silicone, which makes me so happy!"

Zhuang Sheng still had a calm face, "How many days have you eaten her? I hunted it myself, so the taste must be different?"

The man smiled, and looked at Zhuang Sheng as if he was looking at a confidant, "You are really smart, I just want to use your body. That is my carefully selected prey, although the breasts are fake, okay It's good in other places." He stretched out a finger and smiled a little smugly, "One week, I ate it for a whole week, if it wasn't for some idiot clamoring for her skin, I could have more Eat for a few days."

When the two were talking, a set of photos appeared on the screen, and the video was shrunk down and placed in the lower corner.

The photo shows a young woman with a sweet smile, wearing a professional suit, and the clothes can't cover a certain round part.The next one is a small transparent bag with unknown contents inside. The label on the bag reads: Silica gel residue.

The comments fell silent again—and as the conversation between the two continued in the video, the number of people who left messages became less and less.It's not that there are fewer people watching, on the contrary, the number of people watching is still increasing as time goes by.

Looking at the young man named Zhuang Sheng in the video, he calmly controlled the overall situation, exposing the opposite person more and more, his painting style changed again and again, and he detailed his past glorious experience.In the meantime, there are some photos of the crime scene, or the debris of the wreckage found, etc.

The people who were in the mood of watching the excitement before saw the bloody photos and witnessed the personality change with their own eyes. They fell silent and could no longer comment with a relaxed mood.

Of course, there is a kind of human being that exists regardless of time or occasion, and even a cosmic explosion may not be able to stop them.

"It's too fake, multiple personalities can be switched casually? Both of them were acting there, but a large group of idiots believed it. The person who pretended to be sick did a good job, and the little policeman who was interrogating had a good-looking face. Outside, the whole side is paralyzed."

"Sure enough, the addition of money and power produces an infinite chemical reaction. Even the law enforcement agencies have to kneel and lick. But don't you think the people are too stupid?"

For such comments, the following responses are generally:

"Stupid, fuck off."

"The pole upstairs doesn't explain."

"The masses of the people expressed that they did not want to be represented, thank you."

During the three-hour interrogation, all four sub-personalities walked around and told about their respective criminal histories—some police had records, and Xu Jie was able to quickly find relevant information and publish it online simultaneously.However, some police did not record it, and Shi Ke asked people to record it and immediately sent someone to investigate.

The public opinion that accused the police of arresting the wrong person and finding a scapegoat has changed its direction. It is said that the police uncle is hardworking, and that the interrogating brother is handsome and smart. He is like a new male god.

After the suspect was taken away, Shi Ke came in and asked Zhuang Sheng if he wanted to rest for a while before continuing.Zhuang Sheng propped his forehead, his face was much paler than when he came in, he took the mineral water handed by Shi Ke, raised his neck and drank a few swigs, sat down for a while, then shook his head.

"No, let's start right away, the next one won't take long."

Seeing that his complexion was indeed not very good, Shi Ke persuaded him several times, and seeing that he insisted on this, he had no choice but to shake his head and come out.As soon as he stepped out of the door, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, put it in his ear and said:

"Second Brother Meng, Xiao Zhuang refuses to rest, he wants to continue."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and the man's deep voice sounded, with a hidden sigh.

"Then listen to him."

-

Meng Yan, who was far away in another city, after finishing the call, his whole person's aura became much colder, and no one dared to approach him within three feet.

The tall young man came over, glanced at his face, and said, "Meng Zu, everything has been cleaned up here, and the rest of the people don't know where he fled to."

Meng Yan turned his head and glanced lightly. More than a dozen people squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms, and a few with broken arms and legs were supported and squatted as usual.All the important documents were found and put in a cardboard box.

"Leave the rest to the Interpol. You continue to keep an eye on the points where he may appear. He has no way to fly out of the country after showing up. He can only wander around in various dens. This is his in Huaguo. The fifth hiding place, there should be few left, find them and clean them up."

"Yes."

After Meng Yan finished speaking, he strode away, took out his mobile phone and made a call while walking.

"Arrange the fastest plane to return."

Just as Meng Yan boarded the helicopter back to Danteng City, Zhuang Sheng appeared in the live video again, but this time, he was alone.

He first released a three-dimensional map - which he made overnight last night, a full terrain map of the site of the 6.11 incident, and the arrangement of all bombs and landmines at the scene.

After briefly introducing the 6.11 case, Zhuang Sheng played another edited video.Compared with the section on the Internet, although the time has not increased a lot, basically all the important points have been edited into it, instead of being deliberately truncated like that on the Internet to make people take the meaning out of context.

After finishing all this, the tired young man sat upright and looked at the camera with seriousness and firmness in his eyes.

"I did this because I didn't want everyone to believe in me, but I just didn't want anyone to be misled by one-sided information. After you know everything, if you still want to blame him and insist that he is guilty—then, I Will continue to defend him until all of you are convinced.

"I can understand that the family members of the deceased are angry at everything in the world because of the death of their loved ones. Your accusations are understandable, but they are still—somewhat unreasonable. At that time, the suspects had only two choices. Two: One is to sacrifice a small number of people, and the other is to sacrifice everyone including a small number of people. Under such circumstances, there is no second choice at all.

"Some people say that the two situations are just guesses, but in fact there may be a third situation, that is, the suspect is bluffing and won't do it - people who think this way, it's because you haven't seen the real villain. And I I've seen it before, I know that people like that have no standard of good and evil in their hearts, and they know what kind of things they will do under such circumstances—just like Meng Yan knows.

"Meng Yan is a good man, at least judging from what he has done over the years, he can be called a good man. He has done so much and saved so many people, but now because of an old incident, a man who should have done meritorious deeds thinks The task that has been done, but to suffer all kinds of criticism.

"Many people say that Meng Yan is anti-social, that's why he pressed the button without hesitation in such a situation. They think that the so-called choice at the time was just an excuse. In fact, he has long wanted to do something crazy like that—when Can selfish speculation become evidence in court?

"I only know that his merits are well-documented, but who can prove his crimes?

"I admit that my remarks are biased, and I reiterate that I only represent my own position. You are free to refute what I said. I defend Meng Yan's position and will never change."

"I'm Zhuang Sheng. I lived with Meng Yan for eight years since I was a child. He is my dearest person."