It may be strange to say this, but apart from the weird excitement caused by the bloody flesh, Song was indeed very happy during his days as a consultant in the police station.
After seeing what he was capable of, some colleagues in the police station, although still skeptical, no longer openly questioned him. Without those bright eyes, Song felt much calmer.
Moreover, Du Feng has a very playful temperament, and Song Que likes to use little tricks to tease him. He is fooled many times, but he does not hold a grudge, and he will learn these tricks from Song Que in turn. The bet the two made was to see if Song Que could ask Du Feng to do an errand. No matter what method it was, as long as Song Que could do it, Song Que would win, and vice versa, Du Feng would win, and the prize would be a cup. coffee. Song Que basically didn't use deceitful methods. What he was best at was creating context and pulling Du Feng into the environment he created, completely forgetting any caution he had.
It was the same today. When Song Que came and saw Du Feng already sitting there, he changed his mind, took out a pen from his bag, and pretended to drop it on the ground casually.
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Du Feng heard the noise and was about to look over, but Song said: "Du Feng, my pen seems to have fallen next to your feet. Can you pick it up for me?"
Naturally, Du Feng would not refuse. He leaned over, picked up the pen, and handed it to Song Que. After Song Que thanked him, he added: "By the way, I left some information at Lao Chen's place that day. Can you help me get it?"
Du Feng nodded, and when he stood up, he realized what he had promised. He slapped his head in annoyance and said to Song Que: "Brother Song, how did you do it?"
In fact, in terms of age, Du Feng is two years older than Song Que, but Song did not bother about his title. He just pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Have you ever heard of the step-up effect? If you want to invite someone If you want to help, but you are not sure whether the other party will agree, you can ask the other party to do a small favor first, and then make your real request, which can effectively increase the success rate."
Du Feng quickly asked: "Why?"
While clearing the table and placing information, Song Que said: "Because people subconsciously want to maintain their own 'personality'. It is easier for people to agree to help you if you make a very simple request at the beginning. Once agreed, this positive request will , a kind image has been established. When you make a second request, people subconsciously feel that rejecting this request will be contrary to the previous positive image, so they will be more likely to agree to the second request."
After hearing this, Du Feng subconsciously sighed: "It turns out that people are all so hypocritical."
After he finished speaking, he felt that this sentence was not quite right, and immediately looked at Song Que, as if he felt guilty for saying the wrong thing.
Song Que said: "Fortunately, it's not hypocrisy, it's just human instinct."
Song Que himself is a very imperfect person, so naturally he will not ridicule the bad things in human nature, because he understands that it is not easy for people to overcome all kinds of darkness and dissatisfaction and behave like ordinary people.
Du Feng thought about it carefully and didn't know whether he heard it or not. Instead, he changed the subject: "Brother Song, why do you come to report every day now? Do you like the working atmosphere of our bureau?"
Song Que would come to the police station every morning and stay for half a day, and then go back to the clinic to work in the afternoon. He helped everyone solve many problems, which was worth every penny.
Song Que said: "I like it very much. When will you bring me coffee? By the way, the information is really placed with Lao Chen. You promised to move it back for me."
Du Feng curled his lips and didn't dare to ask any more questions. Brother Song knew how to bully him.
The days in the police station occasionally reminded Song Que of his distant second life and some people who had passed away. In such memories, he seemed to be full of warmth again, and could easily develop warm feelings for his companions. But soon, even these memories couldn't make him feel warm anymore, because of his excellent brain.
Song Qi took a deep breath, feeling a little lonely.
Serial murders do not occur every day, but there is almost one murder every few days. Citizens often only know about those cases that occur in broad daylight and cannot be concealed, thinking that Nanjiang City is such a peaceful and peaceful city.
But everyone working here will not have such naive ideas, even the simplest Du Feng.
This is the third time. The police station first received a report of a missing girl, and then the body of the missing girl was found. The disappearance case turned into a homicide. Song Que was not involved in the first two cases. I heard that the murderer was found very smoothly. They are all very inconspicuous people.
This time when the body was discovered, Song happened to be at the police station, so they watched the briefing together. When he saw the photo of the corpse for the first time, Song felt a sense of dissonance.
He couldn't help walking to the photos and staring at them, trying to find the source of the sense of dissonance in the details. The girl fell to the ground, her body barely covered by her clothes. It was obvious that she died after suffering a lot of abuse.
Those scars are rough and have no beauty. The perpetrator is so rude and low-end. He does not seek beauty and inspiration from killing, but simply vents his desire and then kills to silence him. These murderers were not psychopaths, but Song could clearly feel this.
Because Song Que had been staring at these photos for too long, and his expression still gave people a gloomy feeling, a few people who had always disliked him got together and chatted. Du Feng, who happened to hear it nearby, was very dissatisfied. He coughed twice and then walked to Song Que with great fanfare.
Just as Du Feng was about to speak, Song Que stretched out his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, I'll go to the bathroom first."
Du Feng said: "I'll go with you."
It was just a good time to tell him the gossip of those people, so that he would have some peace of mind.
Song Que: "...I'm going to vomit first."
Du Feng was stunned for a moment, looked back at the photos of the scene, and understood a little bit, so he slowed down a little.
Song didn't lie. He really went to the bathroom to vomit. He had long passed the stage of physical nausea when seeing corpses, and it was unclear whether this annoying brain would make him feel sick or excited.
His nausea was due to the analysis just now.
Song Qing had killed people, but he had never enjoyed killing people. But when he began to analyze the perpetrator, he couldn't help but enter the mind of a psychopath, as if he was seeking the so-called pursuit of beauty through imagination. Realizing this made Song Que feel crazy self-loathing at this moment.
It's so hard to be a good person. And he didn't want to become a murderer. Otherwise, let's get over it.
Song Que had the idea of committing suicide for the first time in his mind.
He washed away the vomit, walked to the sink and washed his face. Looking at the wet face in the mirror, he felt like a lost dog.
Song Que patted his forehead and felt a little more awake. He still had to wait for the system to repair itself before coming to him. He couldn't die too early, so he had better struggle a little longer.
When Song Que came out of the toilet, he found Du Feng waiting there. When he saw him, he worriedly asked: "Brother Song, are you okay?"
Song Que nodded reservedly.
Du Feng said: "By the way, Brother Song, you just looked at the photo for so long. Did you find anything? They were bored and arranged for you to say that you looked like a pervert after looking at it for so long. If you If you find anything, just tell them in front of them to save them from nagging you."
Song Qiu raised his eyebrows. Although these people chewed their tongues very hard, their intuition was still very sharp. Isn't he a psychopath? The one next to him was so big-hearted that he couldn't notice anything unusual. Song Que glanced at Du Feng and said, "I made some discoveries. Please tell me about the two previous cases."
Song Que's brain started to work again, as if the gaffe just now had never happened.
He had helped the police station solve many cases, and this was not the first time he had seen photos of corpses. Today was the first time he could not help but look at the scene from the perspective of a psychopath. Rather than conjecturing that he was simply ill, Song was convinced that there was something wrong with those photos.
Song quickly walked back to the briefing board, looked at the photos again, and finally closed his eyes to reconstruct the crime scene in his mind.
The girl was lying on the ground, her hands and feet slumped naturally after struggling to no avail. She was not placed in any symbolic position by the murderer. In other words, the murderer does not feel guilty after committing the crime, but he is not excited either and may be a little flustered and at a loss.
The knife on the chest was a fatal wound, but the knife was not very delicate. It was inserted with clumsy strength. Looking at the wounds on the side, he tried several times.
Why would a murderer who is not obsessed with the process of killing, and looks more like a crime of passion, be obsessed with killing people by inserting a knife into the heart
Unless it is just a knife, the knife does not have much personal feelings about killing people, but it will faithfully complete its master's purpose.
However, Song noticed that there was a small, light yellow object on the ground. He tried hard to use various guesses to match the picture, and finally succeeded in magnifying this detail in his brain.
It was a sweet-scented osmanthus, a small but fragrant flower. In the autumn season, they seem to be all over Nanjiang City, and it’s not surprising to see them everywhere.
But Song couldn't ignore it and regarded it as a pervert's intuition about perversion. This flower must be a sign.
Song Que asked for scene photos of the first two cases. Many people criticized this because those two cases were sealed in files as completed cases. Song Que's move gave everyone a bad feeling. On the contrary, it was the detective Yao Lu who had spoken the most harsh words about Song Que before. She did not stop Song Que. Instead, she closed her mouth and waited quietly for Song Que to speak. Everyone else knows why. When the second case came out, Yao Lu kept emphasizing the possibility of serial killings. Even if everyone finally caught the real murderer, Yao Lu still suspected that the murderer provided false testimony.
Song Que took a look at the previous two crime scenes and found that they were roughly the same as what he had imagined. The entire crime method and style were different, and they were indeed committed by three people. But all the murderers raped first and then killed, and the method of killing them was bayonets in the heart. There was a small sweet-scented osmanthus flower placed on the left side of the girl's body.
Song Que said to the colleagues gathered around him: "These three cases were indeed committed by three people."
The people around looked at Yao Lu subconsciously, and Yao Lu frowned, obviously dissatisfied with this statement.
Song Que also glanced at her and felt that she was the sharper one here. No wonder she took the lead in saying that he was abnormal, but it was a pity that it was still incomplete.
Song continued: "But there is a common person behind these three people. I suspect that this person has instigated the crime to a certain extent. The knife inserted in the heart and the small osmanthus flower on the left side of the body are both his symbols and his Showing off one's strength - 'Even if I tell you so obviously that I am causing trouble, you still can't catch me'."