"I am a killer.
I worked for five, eight, ten years? Time is no longer important.
I have a lot of money and I never miss it. Otherwise, I am now a prisoner of the Chinese police.
I can buy whatever I want, and I can play whatever I want. Although not a millionaire, but absolutely no financial pressure.
My fingers are used to pull the trigger; I see dead bodies and feel nothing. All I can think of is that there is another huge sum of money to come in.
I am far away from the life of ordinary people. But when I have no assignments, I have to live with them. When I walk in the crowd, I don't feel my presence..."
"Wait—" a voice interjected.
is nagging.
He looks at Bai Jin Xi who is standing by the window, bowing his head and pondering: "Bai Mei, although you regard yourself as a killer and try to figure out his mental activities, it sounds very interesting. However, the heart of a killer is as you said. Emotional? What is walking in the crowd, can't feel existence, like reciting poetry... "
He babbled a lot, but Bai Jin Xi only got a blank eye in return.
"Nonsense." She sat on the window sill, "please note that although what we encountered was the first psychopathic professional killer in Chinese history. But he couldn't escape the fate of a psychopath - it must be a long-term psychological Repression, coupled with the stimulation of a certain event, led to his eruption. Events are external causes, and what plays a decisive role is always his inner side."
Xiao Zhuan said, "That is to say, he has been suppressed for a long time."
"Yes." Jin Xi replied, "Otherwise, there are so many professional killers who are not perverted, but he is the only one who is perverted? There must be inevitability in contingency."
It was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun slanted in through the window. Yesterday's crime scene was silent today.
Jin Xi looks up, Xiao Zhuan is standing closest to her, still with a serious and adoring face; a cold face with no expression; Nagging is trying to digest her words.
And Han Chen stood furthest away from her, with his black-gloved hands in his trouser pockets. When not smiling, there is always a kind of cold aura. And his eyes stared at her for a moment.
Jin Xi lowered her gaze.
In the past, her reasoning was based on theory and experience to analyze and obtain results.
Treating herself as a serial killer, to feel his psychology, and even his words and deeds - this kind of reasoning habit, she has never had before. But today she was very emotional. Before I knew it, I started to think about it.
Could it be that only a serial killer can touch her deepest and most sensitive nerve
And she still feels that she is very comfortable with it
Fortunately, apart from nagging, no one regarded her as a neurotic.
"Because of work needs, I will often change the place of residence, and now the house price is really a bit high, even a professional killer can't afford too many houses, so I will rent a house. It is not the most prosperous, but never In a remote community, rent a mid-range house; drive a car that is the most common in the city, so that you can be hidden in the city. And the largest car in Lan City is Dongfeng Citroen. I will buy a Citroen Elysee in the early 100,000s Or a Citroen Sega," she said, "but I would probably prefer a Sega because it looks better. It's black because it's less visible at night."
Nagging "Hey": "Even the car of what color and brand is launched. God!"
Jin Xi smiles: "The greatest joy of a criminal profiler is that—" Her voice lowered a bit: "All the murderer's actions will become very simple in our eyes."
The others did not speak.
The woman is sitting on the windowsill, one hand resting on the edge of the windowsill and the other is playing with a cigarette in between. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and tucked behind her head, which was very neat. And her face drooped slightly, her eyelashes black and curled. When she said such a crazy sentence in a calm tone, no one felt disobedient.
And Han Chen stared at her profile, lowered his head and took a cigarette. Remembering that it was still at the crime scene, I took it down again. Just like her, between your fingers. The slender fingers wearing black gloves turned freely.
Jin Xi also realized that these words were too arrogant, but she just blurted out naturally, and that familiar feeling came back to her mind.
She immediately continued to reason, pretending that nothing had happened just now: "because of the loneliness and desire in my heart, whenever I stop in a city, I will find a job for ordinary people. Too professional, I don't have time to study; It's too simple and inferior to do it. I will do a skilled job as a hobby, and it can also make me like a normal person and live in the crowd. So I may be a watch repairer, maybe a watch repairer. A computer repairer. Maybe, I still have a training certificate from Beida Jade Bird.”
She said it naughty, but the others didn't laugh and listened intently.
Jin Xi took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In her mind, the image of such a young man appeared:
Medium build, thin and stocky. He might wear a pair of glasses, carry a computer bag, wear a shirt and slacks, and look like an IT engineer everywhere in the city.
He can't walk very fast, because too fast is not good for him to observe the people and things around him. This is a professional habit. But no one noticed, he walked almost lightly and silently.
He goes to and from get off work on time every day, living an ordinary and unobtrusive life. But when there is an assignment, he takes off his glasses and takes off his shirt. He acted absolutely neatly, and when he was done, a faint, familiar sense of accomplishment would well up in his heart. But this sense of achievement can never be shared with others. And what followed was a great emptiness, and more silence.
What made such a killer finally unable to hold back? Finally let go of his arrogance and face the conflict of the soul
…
Jin Xi slowly opens her eyes: "It's subversion.
It was a certain feeling that he cherished that was destroyed; and for a long time, the balance that he had barely maintained in his heart was completely overturned. Subversion has gone to the side of revenge society. "
She jumped off the window sill: "I'm done."
Leng Nian was the first to speak: "What does 'T' stand for?"
Jin Xi replies, "In serial murder cases, the special mark left by the murderer usually refers to two things."
Nagging brought interest: "Which two?"
Jin Xi smiles: "The murderer himself, or 'It'. It is only right to refer to himself, which serial killer doesn't love himself? And 'It' is what they are obsessed with. It can represent anyone and everything. Maybe Our murderer has been obsessed with the letter T since childhood; maybe the person he loves is nailed to death; maybe the T stands for Tuesday Tuesday... It's too early to get into his heart."
She turned her head to look at Han Chen again: "Xiao Zhuan has a discovery, which I think can be used as a reference—the two victims, both of whom have made little contribution to the society, are self-motivated and mess around. Is this his choice target? standard
But after all, there are only two of them. Whether they were selected randomly or just happened to have the same characteristics, it is not easy to draw conclusions at this time. After all, there are quite a few of them now.
And from experience, the vast majority of serial shooters at home and abroad, their targets are random and will not be deliberately selected. Because just the thrill of sniping and the sense of control has already satisfied them. So no need to choose anymore. "
The other people all nodded, and even their cold faces showed their approval.
However, Han Chen put the cigarette in his hand to his ear, took off his gloves, and threw it to Xiao Zhuan.
Xiao Zhuan was accustomed to catching it, so he folded it for the boss and put it away.
Jin Xi thought to herself: This Beijing son-in-law's temperament can really make a younger brother.
Han Chen looked at her and said, "No, they must have been chosen."
Jin Xi is slightly startled. In fact, her inner intuition is also inclined to be selected, but now that there are only two victims, it is too early to draw a conclusion.
"The sniper spots on the two rooftops have been carefully wiped on the ground." He repeated what Leng Nian had found before.
Jin Xi, Xiao Zhuan, and Nagata were all stunned for a moment, but nodded coldly, as if he understood.
"The killer was fully equipped with professional equipment, and he must have worn gloves and foot covers, leaving no fingerprints or footprints. Wiping the ground is unnecessary," he said. "There is only one explanation: what he wants to wipe off is sweat."
Jin Xi instantly understood: "This shows that after waiting on the roof for a while, he dripped a lot of sweat and needs to be wiped off."
Nagging interface: "Yes, yes, so the victim is selected. Because if it was a random killing, it was noon, and people were coming and going downstairs. He could shoot a few casually on the roof. He specializes in I waited so long to kill those two people!"
All five fell silent.
Jin Xi has to admit that Han Chen once again made her feel the charm of traditional criminal investigation methods.
Her criminal psychology is to infer the character and characteristics of this person from the various behaviors of the criminal.
However, he keenly captured every seemingly irrelevant detail of the scene, and found the loopholes in logic; perhaps it was a piece of ground that should not be wiped clean, or maybe it was a bell that should not be ringing in the middle of the night, so as to infer that The only accurate and reasonable explanation.
Should she call him the Logic Emperor
But she didn't expect that this time, Nagging actually had a heart-to-heart with her. He sighed and said, "Boss, you are a logic emperor! No wonder math is so good!"
Xiao Zhuan: "Yes, yes."
Han Chen smiled.
As if aware of her eyes, he looked up.
The dark eyes, as if there were still traces of the time when she was dragged from the ground in the afternoon, were cold and oppressive.
Jin Xi smiled, calm and peaceful.
He looked away: "There is something wrong with the scene - the cartridge case."
Nagging interface: "Yeah. I was thinking about it before. After the shooting, the local police station received a call and rushed to the scene, which took at least ten minutes. We tested him from the roof to the parking space, and it took 5 minutes. Here he is. He has time to pick up the shells, so why not pick them up
There are very few sniper rifles he uses in China, and there are not many black market circulation. With the bullets and casings, the bureau can give an accurate report within ten days: what kind of gun were these bullets shot from, how many years they were used, and even where they were produced, what year, and where they might come from. Channel purchase, whether this gun has been used in similar cases in the past... This leaves too many clues, and we have a good chance of finding him. "
Han Chen closed his eyes slightly, his expression indifferent: "Professional killer, he won't make such a low-level mistake. He doesn't pick it up, there is only one reason - he doesn't need it. He doesn't care anymore."
The other four were stunned.
Han Chen removed the cigarette from his ear and put it in his mouth.
"It's a logical paradox," he said. "He wiped the sweat because he didn't want us to test his DNA. If the sweat is left, in two or three days, we can determine who he is. But the shells He was thrown at the scene again."
Jin Xi's heart was suddenly shocked, and she blurted out, "This shows that he doesn't care about being caught by us in the future. He just doesn't want to be caught so soon."
Han Chen raised his head and looked at her: "Well, it's not just as simple as killing a few people and taking revenge on society at will. He has a complete plan and will implement it within ten days."