Taian Mental Hospital.
"Is anyone asleep?" Lin Yan looked in through the gap above the iron door, and saw Aunt Chen lying sideways on the bed, beside the bed was an infusion stand, and the bottle on it was half empty.
The dean followed her, respectfully: "Sleep after taking the medicine, Miss."
"Is she willing to take the medicine?"
The doctor smiled wryly: "We mashed up the medicine and mixed it with the rice and fed it to her, otherwise we wouldn't take it."
Lin Yan's eyebrows were filled with worry: "Does she still have a chance of recovery?"
The dean was over forty years old, and before following her, he was also the director of the psychiatric department of a top-tier public hospital in China. He shook his head and said, "Basically, it's very slim. At this age, it can only be said to delay the disease and reduce recurrence."
Lin Yan is also a half-doctor herself. Seven years ago when someone found her in China, she was even more insane than she is now. She huddled under the bridge, not to mention distinguishing between men and women, and she couldn't even tell her human form.
In the past seven years, she has exhausted all medical methods, conventional, unconventional, physical, psychological, various cutting-edge drugs, and cutting-edge technology. Aunt Chen can only recover to a state of sobriety and confusion at times, and it is still far away. There is no indication for mental patients to recover and leave the hospital, and with the gradual increase of age, various complications will follow, such as high blood pressure, heart disease, anemia, gastric ulcer and so on.
When she was young, she suffered too much to find Chu Nan, and her body gradually collapsed when she was old. Only aging can't be stopped by human beings no matter what.
Lin Yan looked at her gray hair and trembled in his heart: "Open the door, I'll go in and see her."
The dean hesitated: "Miss, it's too dangerous—"
After all, he is a mental patient.
"Open the door." There was no question in his tone.
The dean's scalp was numb, so he had no choice but to open the door with the key.
Lin Yan walked in, but suddenly remembered something, took out a test tube from his satchel and handed it to him.
"Find someone to do the test, and we will do it in our own laboratory. I will see the test report within three days at the latest."
The dean took it with both hands: "Yes, miss."
The dean left the key to her after he left.
There was not even a chair in the psychiatric patient's ward. Lin Yan squatted down beside the bed, looked at her dimpled face, and combed the white hair sticking to the side of her face behind her ears.
Maybe it was because of the medicine that Chen's mother slept very deeply. She just looked at it like this, and inevitably remembered the first time she went to Chen's house more than ten years ago.
Holding a tattered umbrella together, the two ran across the muddy path.
Neighbors and children with malicious intentions pointed behind them.
"Hey, isn't that the child of the murderer's family? It's a shame to come back."
"Dragon begets dragons and phoenixes, and the son of a mouse can make holes. Don't think it's good at studying, maybe it's also bad. You are not allowed to play with her!"
"That's right, walk around, don't look at it, go home for dinner, let people hear it for a while, and then turn around and stab you, there is no place to cry."
Lin Yan wanted to run into the rain.
Chen Chunan grabbed her by the sleeve: "Lin Yan, why are you going?!"
"You just let them say that about you?" Young Lin Yanzi has a chivalrous heart like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. She is not familiar with Chen Chunan in the past, but now she still wears his clothes around her waist, so she is naturally embarrassed to stand by and watch.
She has always been kind to anyone who treats her well.
Chen Chunan shook his head, put away his umbrella, and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of his house.
"I am used to it."
There was no sad, wronged or sad expression on her face, as if she was just saying that the weather was good today, and when she turned her head to call her mother, her tone became a little more lively.
She really didn't take these words to heart.
"Mom, I'm back."
Mother Chen was cooking. The coal stove was placed by the window. She was bent over and was struggling to hold the pot and spoon. When she heard this, she turned around and was stunned.
"Come back, this is—"
Since her father was imprisoned, no one has set foot in the mother and son's small home.
Chen Chunan excitedly grabbed her arm and pushed her into the middle of the room: "Mom, her name is Lin Yan, she is my classmate."
Chen's mother wiped her hands on the apron a little cautiously, and greeted her: "Sit, sit, Lin, sit down, it happens to be cooking, stay and eat later."
Lin Yan stood still and didn't call for anyone. Firstly, he was not used to such enthusiasm, and secondly,...
Chen's mother saw that she was standing a bit shy, her face was pale, and Chen Chunan's school uniform jacket was still tied around her waist, so she understood.
"Is it uncomfortable? It's the first time a girl has her period. After a while, Auntie will make you some distiller's eggs and drink it, and the pain will go away."
It was the first time that 12-year-old Lin Yan heard the unfamiliar name "menstruation". Her face turned dry, as if it was some heinous thing, and she curled up her toes awkwardly and uneasily.
She almost wanted to run for the door immediately.
And Chen Chunan seemed to be very experienced, and pulled her to the back of the bed surrounded by curtains.
"Mom, I'll take her to change clothes first."
While cooking, Mother Chen replied, "The new pair of pants I bought for you last time, take them out for your classmates to wear. I think you are about the same height, so you should be able to wear them."
Chen Chunan's school uniform was washed and washed, and worn again and again. Not only were the sleeves and trouser legs short, but they were also patched. Lin Yan is a beautiful little girl. Although the new clothes are always dirty due to her fights, the sandals on her feet are the latest models on TV. can not afford.
Chen Chunan dug out the pair of trousers from the bottom of the closet, saying that the closet was just a few plastic boxes stacked together.
The trousers bag hadn't been opened yet, so she touched it lovingly, and gently opened the plastic bag, and a smell of poor-quality jeans came out.
Chen Chunan was a little bit reluctant, but he still handed the trousers to her carefully: "Here, you should wear this."
When she came out from behind the curtain with a blushing face, meals had already been placed on the table made up of several chairs. The house was completely bare, except for the bed, there was not even a decent place to sit, and the mottled and peeling parts of the walls were pasted with newspapers. , and the other side was covered with Chen Chunan's certificates.
Chen Chunan sat cross-legged on the wet and cold ground, and Lin Yan walked slowly towards it.
"I'll give you a new one tomorrow."
"No need, just wash it." Mother Chen put the distiller's eggs on the table, and pulled a cushion for her to sit on.
"Sit down, sit down, the house is broken, don't be disgusted."
The food on the table is also very simple, white porridge with vegetable leaves floating, clear soup with few grains of rice, black pickles, and steamed buns that have been left for no one knows how long, moldy spots appear on the white skin, the only one that looks still A little appetizing is the steamed sweet potato.
Chen Chunan looked at her bowl of distilled eggs and swallowed, "I can only drink it every month when I have my period."
Lin Yan knew immediately that this was extremely precious food to the Chen family and Chen Chunan.
Young Lin Yan didn't sit still, he stuffed the changed clothes into his schoolbag, turned around and left: "I'm going home."
"Hey—" Chu Nan put down his chopsticks and chased after her, and stuffed a thin piece of white stuff into her hand.
"Isn't your home very far away? Remember to change on the way, don't eat cold food in the past few days, my mother said, she understands everything."
Lin Yan squeezed the sanitary napkin like a hot potato. She wanted to throw it away but held it tightly, pushed her away, and ran into the rain without looking back.
That piece of sanitary napkin was the worst thing Lin Yan had ever used in the first half of her life. It was neither soft nor absorbent, nor pure cotton, and even a little stuffy, uncomfortable. The warmth of the towel stuffed into her hand.
This record is nineteen years.
Chen's mother has also changed from a kind aunt who "knows" everything to the current muddleheaded appearance, neither human nor ghost.
What a trick.
Lin Yan pulled up the corners of her lips and smiled, raised her head to force back the tears, saw that the hanging bottle above was empty, picked up another bottle from the bedside tray, looked carefully under the faint moonlight, and finally Hung her up again.
Turning around, he pressed the adhesive strips on the back of his hands one by one for her, put his arms under the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and left quietly.
When she returned to the gate of the villa, someone was already waiting for her.
The last time Song Yuhang waited for her like this was a night of pouring rain.
Now it is the goose feather snow all over the mountains and plains.
She didn't go in even though she had fingerprints, squatting next to the sunflower nursery and smoking a cigarette, the street lamp cast a dim yellow halo on her body, and a pile of cigarette butts fell by her feet.
Snowflakes piled up on her black hair, and she didn't know how long she waited, and she almost looked like a snowman from a distance.
Song Yuhang saw the headlights early on, threw a cigarette to meet her, opened the car door for her, and took the umbrella from the driver to hold it up for her.
As soon as she spoke, the snow on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes melted, she looked like she was crying, and her nose was red from the cold.
"came back."
Did not ask her where to go.
The driver took out the things they bought together in the mall from the trunk, but they couldn't put them down, and put some on the back seat.
Lin Yan leaned over to get it, Song Yuhang helped her up, and stuffed the umbrella into her hand.
"You take it, I'll come, I'll come."
She and the driver carried the things into the hall one after the other, and turned back to lock the car. When they tried to catch up again, they found that the glass door of the hall was locked from the inside.
She can still get in with the fingerprint lock on the outside, but the door inside is locked from the inside out, and it's bulletproof glass, so she really can't get in.
Song Yuhang patted the door, and the hot air he exhaled turned into white mist on the glass: "Lin Yan, let me in and let me explain, okay..."
Lin Yan came out of the cloakroom after changing clothes, wrapped in a loose nightgown, stepped on the ground barefoot, took a fashion magazine in his hand, poured a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, walked to the window with the wine glass in his hand, Draw the curtains.
Out of sight out of mind.
Song Yuhang let out a sigh of relief, leaned against the glass door, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it again.
When Lin Yan finished drinking and was about to take a shower, she glanced through the gap in the curtains. The man was squatting in the courtyard, scraping the snow on the ground, and wrote her name with a branch.
The corner of Lin Yan's mouth twitched, blaming non-mainstream people, rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom.
When she came out after taking a bath, put on a facial mask, poured a glass of red wine and walked upstairs, Song Yuhang was exercising in the yard, running with high legs and doing push-ups with one hand.
Well, the energy is still very strong, it seems that it will not freeze to death overnight.
Lin Yan walked upstairs with the goblet in hand, went straight to the attic and locked himself in the darkroom.
This is her secret base in Qingshan Villa. The door is usually locked without using any technological means. A super C-level large lock is the best way to prevent theft.
The dark room was covered with large and small photos, most of which were related to Chen Chunan. Lin Yan turned on the desk lamp, and walked to the clue wall with red wine in his hand.
There are still traces of her painting with a paint pen last time.
There is a yellowed photo pinned to the center with a thumbtack, which is Chu Nan.
The rest are scattered clues, which cannot form a mind map, but after so many years, it can be regarded as a small gain.
She looked at the black and white photo of Li Bin, stepped forward and tore it off.
This thread is broken.
So who else could have come into contact with Chu Nan's body at that time
Reporter
Witnesses
The criminal police in charge of investigating the case
Assistant forensic physician
Trainee forensic
Trace inspector
…
After all, it is a major case, and there are too many people who have handled it.
Lin Yan gradually squeezed the goblet's slender neck tightly, the big finger bones turned white under the force.
He hates himself for being incompetent, ignorant and incompetent at the time, and now as long as it is a broken bone, he can detect it with almost equal accuracy.
Song Yuhang really waited outside for a long time. She fell asleep leaning against the glass door, woke up from the cold again, sneezed, and her nose was frozen into ice.
She rubbed her hands, stood up, looked at the whole villa, and when her eyes fell on the chimney on the roof, she had an idea.
Damn it, chasing a girlfriend is really difficult, and special warfare secretly sneaked into the old business and used it.
Song Yuhang gripped the side of the chimney with his fingers, looked at the dim light below, closed his eyes, and jumped down.
The moment he sensed movement behind him, the wine glass fell to the ground, and Lin Yan pounced on it with a knife.
The paper cutter, as thin as a cicada's wing, was in her hand like lightning, and it was approaching in an instant.
Song Yuhang was dizzy from the fall, and only saw a cold light coming straight towards her neck, and subconsciously raised his hand to take the blade away, but Lin Yan didn't give it away, seeing who she was, on the contrary, he struck more fiercely, and bent his knees It hit her in the abdomen and threw her sideways.
Song Yuhang hit his head on the ground and held her wrist: "Lin Yan, it's me..."
"You were the one who hit you. Shouldn't you hit someone who broke into a private house?"
Lin Yan was a little out of breath, and the two of them were at a stalemate.
"But... I miss you." Song Yuhang said, turning her hand holding the knife to one side.
Under her pressure, Lin Yan moved back slowly, pointing the tip of the knife straight at her eyes.
"I said, don't you need to comfort me, come to court death?"
She almost sat on her body in a triangular position, and the two wrestled with each other. Song Yuhang was in a difficult position to exert force, and he didn't want to hurt her.
He watched helplessly as the tip of the knife fell on his eyelids.
She let go: "Come on."
After finishing speaking, Wei Wei closed her eyes and let others slaughter her.
Lin Yan's hand holding the handle of the knife began to tremble, she gritted her teeth, looking at the face in front of her, her eyes were slightly red.
A strong wind hit, Song Yuhang swallowed a little nervously, but there was no expected pain.
Song Yuhang opened his eyes, Lin Yan cut off a strand of hair from her sideburns, threw the knife and got up: "Song Yuhang, you owe me this."
Song Yuhang felt sore, got up and chased her, wanted to pull her sleeves, hug her into his arms and love her slowly.
"I know, I will spend my life paying it back slowly."
Lin Yan slapped the person away, although she was spared, the anger did not dissipate so easily.
"Get lost with your earthy love story."
Song Yuhang was shoved onto the table, looked at the wall in front of him and was shocked: "This is..."
Sort out clues about the "Case of Dismembered Corpse at Fenyang Wharf".
It took her fourteen years to piece together this wall bit by bit.
Song Yuhang looked at Lin Yan. The man picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, took a puff, and looked at the map with his hands on the table, frowning.
She suddenly understood why she was so irritable just now.
Song Yuhang sighed softly in his heart, walked to her, still didn't dare to stand too close, and looked at the yellowed map from a palm away.
Jiangcheng City fourteen years ago.
The one circled in black pen is Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
The red stroke is the known route of Chen Chunan's departure.
It stopped short of going far.
It was already three days later when it appeared in the public eye again. It turned into a pile of minced meat and was picked out of the trash can.
The place where the body was dumped was greatly circled by Lin Yan with a red pen, and it was painted in a mess.
Song Yuhang walked around the table, went to the wall to look at the photos, and when he walked back to her again, he took the cigarette from her mouth and smoked it himself.
Lin Yan raised her hand and slapped her, and she hurried away.
Song Yuhang smiled with a bit of a dog leg: "It's not good for you to smoke too much, I will help you solve it, don't waste it."
Lin Yan looked at her with a playful smile on her lips: "Do you know that the cleaner who ran into this place by mistake last time is already dead, and I can do the dismemberment effect like in that picture, It can even be done more cleanly and neatly, without leaving any bones."
When she said this, her hair was loose, her eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in the dim light, her lips were still bright red from the wine she had just drank, maybe the voltage in the attic was not stable, the desk lamp flickered, and the shadow behind her was reflected Shaped like a ghost.
Song Yuhang's vest felt cold for a moment, and she got goosebumps, but after a while, she shook her head firmly: "It's not that you can't kill people, you can't."
Otherwise, Lin Yan hated her so much, loved and hated her at the same time, the knife would have been stabbed in her neck just now, let alone just a cleaner with no grudges.
Hearing what she said, Lin Yan glanced at her, pursed the corners of her lips, and looked away again.
Song Yuhang walked up to her and put the desk lamp on the map.
"I have done a lot of research on this case, do you want to hear my opinion?"
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"This is..." The man sitting opposite had a look of shock.
"That's right, the ingredients are almost exactly the same as those sent by the Jiangcheng City Bureau last time."
The test tube that Lin Yan handed over to his cronies not long ago lay quietly on the table.
"It's just that the dose in the blood is much smaller this time. Lin Yan has learned to be smart and knows to find someone to do it himself."
The man sitting across from him buried his head in a smile, his expression was indisputable, and he tapped his knees with his fingertips: "Is this thing alive again?"
"It's not a good sign to appear in Jiangcheng one after another." The man who was talking to him sighed, got up and walked to the window.
"Too many people have sacrificed their lives for this thing."
"But hasn't the formula been destroyed?" The man sitting looking at the test tube said calmly.
"But what if the owner of the formula is still alive?" The man standing by the window turned around, his voice a bit hoarse and heavy.
"No—impossible!" The man suddenly accentuated his tone, gnashing his teeth: "He, he's dead a long time ago! It's impossible to be alive! Unless...unless..."
He panted heavily: "Is he a demon crawling back from hell to seek revenge?"
The man looked at the neon lights flashing outside the window, and the traffic was busy, and he was a little lost. They are no longer young, and their originally tall backs are slightly bent.
However, when he said that sentence, it still reminded the other person of that eventful time in a trance.
"It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a ghost, how many times he comes back, how he died twenty years ago, as long as he dares to come, he will be driven back to hell. The world cannot tolerate such a bug."
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Because there was no whiteboard, Song Yuhang drew on the paper with a pen and wrote: "Perverted killers are also called 'sexual killers' in psychology. More than 95% of the perpetrators are men, and only a very small part are physically strong. Strong women."
Lin Yan nodded, and leaned on the table to signal her to continue.
She knew why. Dissecting and dissecting a dead body was a labor-intensive task. Either skill or strength was indispensable.
Otherwise, do you think killing a person is killing a chicken? It doesn't take much effort to kill a chicken, and even the chicken can't be caught.
"Secondly, criminals choose targets to attack at random. It is possible that you will be spotted wearing a beautiful dress today, or that you will be targeted if you carry a nice bag, or that criminals like fat people. , and you escaped because you were so skinny, I won’t go into details on this point, as long as you meet the criteria of a criminal, he will kill you.”
"Third, like this kind of indiscriminate attack, criminals generally don't choose people who have social relations with themselves, because only unfamiliar people will only have biological attributes and no social attributes in the eyes of criminals. In other words , that is, you are just his prey, just a piece of meat on his chopping board, it is only fun and exciting for him to kill, he enjoys the feeling of having everything under control."
"Fourth, man is a complex energy system. The x instinct existing in the subconscious is the basic driving force of man's psychology, also known as 'libido'. Therefore, the development of psychology is also the development of libido. Therefore, The reason why a perverted murderer is perverted is mainly reflected in his sexual perversion, he cannot get pleasure from normal communication, he can only satisfy his desire by killing people."
"It's just like when we deal with women committing crimes, most criminals can't get up at all. It's the same reason that he obtains psychological satisfaction by controlling, insulting and molesting women."
Speaking of this, she raised her eyes and paused, looking at Lin Yan: "However, after committing a crime for the first time, an ordinary serial killer will definitely commit another crime. I think you should also understand this."
Lin Yan nodded, took a deep breath to restrain his emotions: "So all these years I have been dissecting while looking for similar cases, just wanting to..."
Find a common ground and find a breakthrough.
But since her sophomore year of internship with the teacher, she has dissected more than 6,000 corpses so far. She spent more time in the dissecting room than the time spent eating and sleeping, but she still found nothing. Similar cases.
Bai Ling was an exception, but the clue was broken again.
Song Yuhang thought of her cupboard full of glass jars full of origami cranes, and his heart throbbed violently. He walked over and put his arms around her shoulders, and put his head against her, giving her silent comfort.
Lin Yan stabbed her with his elbow but did not push her away. Song Yuhang held her still and continued, "So let's put aside the speculation that the murderer is a serial perverted killer and return to ordinary criminal cases. When the investigation comes up, it’s easy to delete the complicated.”
She wrapped her shoulders with one hand and scratched on the paper with the other. She really looked like she had a lot of experience in this case.
Lin Yan couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and when he realized that she was looking at him, a slight smile appeared on Song Yuhang's lips.
"General murder cases are nothing more than one or more of financial murders, vendetta murders, and love murders. Lin Yan, please sort out Chunan's interpersonal relationship for me."
Lin Yan shook her head: "Her interpersonal relationships are very simple. Me, her best friend, Aunt Chen, her mother, and everyone in the school all respect her at arm's length. There is no interpersonal relationship."
"Think about it again." Song Yuhang pondered: "It doesn't have to be good friends with her, but bad friends are also fine."
Lin Yan thought for a while, took a pen and paper, and wrote down a few names: "These are some people who used to bully us. Later, I checked it myself. Your police should also check it, but they still found nothing."
A flash of light flashed in Song Yuhang's mind: "I remember that the suspect was a butcher at the time. Chen Chunan's father had a conflict with this man in the vegetable market because of 20 cents. He accidentally chopped up his wife and died later. Died. He had a motive for committing the crime, lived near the scene where the corpse was dumped, had the conditions for committing the crime, and had the tools for committing the crime, and Chen Chunan’s blood was found in his car, which fits my profile of the murderer’s appearance and personality very well , but later I heard that he died in the detention center, otherwise more things would have been dug up, and even if he didn’t kill him, he must have something to do with that person.”
This case made her feel even more disturbed. This is where the criminal suspect was clearly locked, but let him die for no reason. Who can swallow this breath!
Lin Yan propped his hands on the table, trembling slightly, swallowing saliva, trying to adjust his breathing.
Song Yuhang put his hand on her back lightly and patted: "Do you have a computer here?"
Lin Yan came back to his senses, and there was a little water in his eyes, which was shockingly beautiful.
"Yes, I'll find it for you."
She dug out the notebook from under a pile of newspapers and books, opened it and handed it to her.
Song Yuhang took out his intranet number card, Lin Yan looked at her busy, and looked away: "You... why are you so conscientious?"
Song Yuhang didn't look back: "Do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"
Without waiting for her to answer, she said self-consciously: "False words are the same old routine that I, as a people's policeman, must solve every case. I guess you are tired of hearing it long ago."
"The truth is—" She took the time to look back at her, with a soft smile and hot and sincere eyes.
"Didn't you say, promise me and marry me when everything is over?"
"I want to marry you quickly."