Whether abroad or at home, apart from Song Que, he only showed his gentleness and charm to useful people, and was too lazy to pretend to everyone. Therefore, most people either think he is cold or arrogant.
Although Song Que's tone was mediocre, the last sentence coming out of his mouth was really irritating, as if he was using this sentence to mock everyone.
Only Du Feng didn't feel anything at all, and was there to cheer for Song Que: "Brother Song, how did you see it? There are osmanthus trees planted everywhere in Nanjiang. It's not surprising that there are a few osmanthus flowers on the ground. There are many small osmanthus trees on the scene. The sweet-scented osmanthus is not the one on the left hand side."
Naturally, Song Que would not say it was a perverted intuition, but asked: "Do you have an electronic version of the photo archive? Can you enlarge the details?"
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Du Feng looked at Yao Lu. This girl had always been obsessed with this case and must know where the information was. Yao Lu has been meditating since Song Que said that she abetted the crime. Now being stared at by Du Feng, she nodded and called up the photo.
At Song Que's signal, Yao Lu zoomed in on several sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the ground and the one on the left side of the corpse. She quickly understood Song Que's meaning through comparison.
There are indeed many osmanthus flowers that fall naturally, but those osmanthus flowers always lie half-lying naturally when they fall to the ground. Some of them have been stepped on by people and are stained with dusty mud marks. In this comparison, the sweet-scented osmanthus on the left side of the corpse was placed so upright, with its heart open to the sky, and its petals were so clean that it was even strangely clean.
This is not really conclusive evidence, but everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but believe that everything Song Que said was true. There was a powerful messenger behind these three cruel cases.
Only Yao Lu could not help but look at Song Que and asked: "How did you find out before looking at the photo?"
Song Que raised his eyebrows, thinking that this girl was a bit interesting, and said: "If you put the three pictures together and compare them, and you have a brain like mine, you will find that only the osmanthus flower on hand and the sharp knife on the chest are completely different. Overlapping elements. Make bold assumptions and be careful to verify.”
Yao Lu didn't say anything more. From the first time she saw Song Que, she had a strange feeling, but it was undeniable that he was indeed very powerful.
Song Quedao: "Judging from the previous two cases, when the messengers behind the scenes are looking for instigators, they always look for people who look honest and honest and have no criminal tendencies at all. Once such people commit crimes, they will be full of loopholes, and the scene will be full of loopholes." There are many traces left behind, which can be investigated using normal criminal investigation methods. Therefore, my suggestion is to divide into two teams. One team will arrest the murderer based on the existing clues, and the other team will investigate the three cases together to find the behind-the-scenes messenger."
Everyone had no doubts about Song Que's suggestion, but when they were divided into groups, no one was willing to find this behind-the-scenes messenger who didn't know whether it existed or not. In the end, only Song Que, Du Feng and Yao Lu were responsible for this part of the investigation.
Song Que said to Yao Lu: "Do you have your own ideas?"
Yao Lu knew what he was talking about. She did have her own ideas about these cases and wanted to lead the investigation herself, so she nodded.
Song turned to Du Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, please sort out the biographical information of the two previous murderers and give it to me, and then check it out with your sister Yao. I will sort it out by myself first."
Du Feng didn't mind Song Que's semi-commanding words at all. He was used to Song Que's behavior and knew that he had no other intentions. He responded cheerfully: "Okay, Brother Song."
When Song Que walked away, Yao Lu looked at Du Fengle: "Xiao Feng? Brother Song? Do you know how old Song Que is this year?"
Du Feng touched his head and said he didn't know.
Yao Lu did a little research on Song Que. Although the information she got was not very detailed, she still knew basic information such as age. She joked: "You, Brother Song, are only twenty-five this year."
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue to Du Feng.
Du Feng was severely hit by Yao Lu, but he still had to do what needed to be done, and he quickly sorted out the information Song Que needed. Although Du Feng was embarrassed to speak, Song still took as much time as possible to investigate when it came to such a murder case with a wide impact.
Song Qing read all the information on the first two prisoners, and then began to construct an image of the two in his mind, simulating their mentality and life, constantly changing angles, pushing forward the process, and collecting all similarities.
Du Feng didn't know he was thinking, and thought he was tired, so he put a coat on "Brother Song".
As soon as Song Que put his coat on him, he jumped up, startling Du Feng.
Song Que hurriedly said: "Both of these two people are very honest and honest types in the eyes of others. They are nearly thirty years old and both are single. Whether it is judging from their physical characteristics or other people's evaluation of their character traits. , are not the type to please girls, and can even be said to be very unfavorable to the opposite sex. However, in the two cases investigated, judging from the prisoner’s statements and eyewitness statements, the victims both had a conversation with the prisoner and were deceived. After arriving at a relatively remote place, the prisoners began to carry out violent kidnappings."
Yao Lu and Du Feng didn't realize what this meant. They all looked at Song Que blankly. Song Que had no choice but to continue: "The victims were all high school girls aged sixteen or seventeen. Faced with this kind of plain appearance and well-dressed Simple young and middle-aged people in their thirties are naturally wary. Moreover, these two prisoners have no experience in getting along with the opposite sex, and they are not good at talking. It is not easy for them to deceive the trust of female high school students. But they did it, and they did it very well, and someone was guiding them. This person probably first approached them on the pretext of helping them learn to interact with the opposite sex, and in the process, he actually taught them some chatting skills. After they find it useful, we further deepen our interactions with them, and then gradually induce them to have criminal thoughts.”
At first glance, Du Feng felt that the whole process was very smooth. Just when he was about to believe it, Yao Lu said: "This alone is too far-fetched."
Du Feng had no choice but to shut up.
Song didn't care, nodded, and said: "This is just an immature idea, so I hope you can check in this direction. It is best to go to the community where the murderer lives to investigate, and find out whether it was one to three months before the murder." Within a few months, does the community provide services such as mental health consultation? If so, find the information of participating doctors as soon as possible."
This time they didn't want them to ask questions, but Song explained: "Both murderers have relatively reserved personalities. It is impossible to learn things like chat skills from online channels. And offline, their income is limited. It is unlikely that I would go to a formal psychological clinic to see a doctor. It is likely that I came into contact with the instigator through some public welfare activities in the community. It is not necessarily an activity related to psychological healing. This is just the situation that I think is the most likely. Field investigation I won’t participate, I’ll have to make a hard trip for both of you.”
As Song Que spoke, he put on his windbreaker and sorted out some materials he had brought over to look at, as if he wanted to leave.
Although this time was long past Song Que's usual work hours, Du Feng still couldn't help but ask: "Brother Song, where are you going?"
Yao Lu's reminder made Du Feng embarrassed for a while, but he felt that it was not good to speak again after he was used to it. Anyway, Song was so powerful that he fully deserved to be called brother.
Song Que walked in a hurry and said without looking back: "I have a patient this afternoon. If I don't leave, I will be late."
Du Feng recalled Dong Chun's words in a daze: "He looks cold and doesn't care much about anyone, but in his heart, patients always come first."
Du Feng said to Yao Lu: "Brother Song seems difficult to get along with, but he is actually very kind."
Yao Lu was noncommittal, glanced at Song Que's back, and finally didn't say a word to refute.
When Song Que rushed back to the clinic, there were still twenty minutes before the appointment time with the patient, because he was sweating all over in the autumn day because of his rush.
Like a teenager, Song couldn't help but stand under the air conditioner to enjoy the cool breeze after exercising.
Because Song Que often ran to the police station recently, Zhang Yuanyuan's work became more leisurely. It was rare to see Song Que at this moment, so he quickly poured him a glass of water and brought it over.
"Dr. Song, are you going to change your job?"
Zhang Yuanyuan was really worried about this. She asked this not because of her little affection for Song Que, but because she was really afraid of losing her job again.
Song Que saw through her worries at a glance, but he did not directly give her a reassurance and told her that the clinic would not be closed. Instead, he said with some seriousness: "Yuanyuan, no matter whether the clinic is closed or not, you can't stay here and just be a doctor." front desk."
Zhang Yuanyuan was stabbed in the foot and looked unnatural for a moment. She understands the principles, but how can it be so easy to do it
But Song called her Yuanyuan, and the atmosphere suddenly changed from a leader and a subordinate to a chat between the sons and daughters of his mother's friends. Zhang Yuanyuan said dejectedly: "Brother Song, I also know that I can't be a receptionist for the rest of my life, but I really don't know what I can do. My school is not good, and my major is not good either. When I want to find a job, I often fail to close my resume and even get an interview. I can’t even receive notifications.”
Zhang Yuanyuan didn't mean to complain. She knew that things would turn out like this because she was stupid and didn't work hard enough.
Song thought about Zhang Yuanyuan's performance at work, and affirmed: "First of all, you are very careful, considerate, and good at empathy. This is your advantage. However, you are not very good at completing a comparison independently. What matters is a lack of leadership and courage to take risks.”
Zhang Yuanyuan became depressed again before she could be happy.
Song stopped talking. Although Zhang Yuanyuan spent a lot of time at work, he really didn't know her very well. He said: "There is such a special professional test, but it is a bit time-consuming to do. I will wait for it later." I’ll give you a URL, just follow it, if you’re not sure about the result, let me check it for you.”
When Zhang Yuanyuan heard that there was such a test, her eyes widened and she nodded immediately.
Seeing her like this, Song felt a little sorry for his lack of attention on weekdays, so he added: "I haven't come to the clinic recently. If you are free, you can also check out what hobbies you have. Maybe you have some." Don’t waste this time of recuperation if you can develop it into a career.”
Zhang Yuanyuan immediately responded with a smile and joked: "Brother Song, you are so kind. You are not afraid that if I find another job, you will have to recruit the front desk again. How much trouble will it be?"
Song Que was stunned for a moment, only smiled and said nothing. Turning around, I couldn't help but wonder, did I subconsciously feel that I couldn't stay long, so that even the little girl in the clinic wanted to arrange a way out? If that's the case, his human touch is back.