Jianghu is good at this, it is quiet.
Put him there, and he will definitely keep silent if you don't ask questions. I really don't know how to become a psychologist with such a personality. Could it be possible that he stares at patients in the clinic? And let him do whatever he wants to do, he doesn't see much willingness or unwillingness to come, he just follows wherever he is told to go, without asking why, just drifting with the flow.
He has been thinking these days, what does Moju mean? Such a criminology expert was transferred to the bureau, and he was asked to follow up in the field and be given a gun. Why did he hesitate to speak out? Do you still have to come up with such a lame name as "starting psychological intervention measures for employee welfare in the bureau"
Shen Yexi felt that it would be better to speak directly to Jiang Hu, and if he made a slight turn, he wouldn't necessarily misinterpret you: "Xiao Jiang, come to the bureau with your background and be a criminal investigator. It’s not bad to be a criminal policeman if you consult an expert, or take part in some training, why do you have to be a psychiatrist?”
His question came suddenly, and Jiang Hu paused: "Everyone is under too much psychological pressure at work. It is one thing to start psychological intervention, but Mo Bureau doesn't let me talk about it."
Really, it was really a headache, Shen Yexi shook his head, and continued the interrogation: "Should I not let you tell me, or not let you tell everyone?"
It's really annoying to see clearly. It's the first time that Jiang Hu has some emotions. He originally wanted to use his usual straight-forward way to fool it, but he didn't expect to get along with Shen Yexi in less than a month. The way of thinking and speaking seems to be well thought out.
This was the first time he was silent in front of Shen Yexi when asked. Shen Yexi glanced at him, and found that Jiang Hu's expression was a little tangled, so he smiled: "I just don't want you to tell me?"
Jiang Hu looked at him tangled up, and could only nod his head.
It's a pity that Shen Yexi is not Yang Man, and it's not so easy to be poked for his cuteness. For this kind of situation where he seems to be bullying a child by himself, someone doesn't have the slightest sense of guilt.
Shen Yexi raised his eyebrows, smiled, and used his seemingly unfathomable "hanging people" strategy again, and didn't take the initiative to ask any more questions.
At the same time, Jiang Hu was also secretly evaluating this person. Shen Yexi was one of the most difficult people he had ever met, and he was smiling like a tiger. Yes, with his keenness and insight, he doesn't need others to show his feet, and he wishes he could come up with something three, four, five, six.
After thinking about it, Jiang Hu decided to take the initiative to confess. He said: "After the July 25th case last time, your partner died in the line of duty. Bureau Mo suspected that you were suffering from PTSD, so let me pay special attention to you. Well, PTSD is post-traumatic Stress disorder is a kind of... (note)"
"Okay, I understand what PTSD is, and it's one of the most frequent mental illnesses in our industry." Shen Yexi was stunned at first, but he didn't expect Jiang Hu to actually tell him, which made him even more puzzled Through the person next to him, "Didn't Chief Mo ask you to tell me?"
Jiang Hu remained silent.
"What?"
Jiang Hu breathed a sigh of relief, frowned in a rare way, and then relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the car seat: "You don't trust me, even if you really have a problem, you won't let me treat it, so I don't want to bother."
Shen Yexi almost choked on her saliva—my lord, you really can think about it.
Although that was the case, Shen Yexi had to admit that she felt a little uncomfortable when the other party said it so unabashedly. No wonder people who tell the truth are not welcome in this world. Besides, Shen Yexi thought that he was polite enough to Dr. Yang, whose IQ and EQ fluctuated, and occasionally made two hundred and five, so why didn't he trust him
He laughed dryly: "I really don't know..."
"On the one hand, you are obstructing Director Mo and want to believe his vision, but on the other hand, you have been testing and guessing my purpose for coming to the bureau. It has been a month?" Jiang Hu interrupted him with slow words. , the tone was also ordinary, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or angry, but Shen Yexi assured with his head that at that moment, he saw an expression that seemed to be a smile on the young man's face, but in the blink of an eye, he Disappeared, still with the kind look of taking everything for granted and telling the truth.
Shen Yexi's heart skipped a beat, as if all the secrets in his heart were hidden, he didn't know why, for a moment, he actually felt that the people next to him were... dangerous.
He had only experienced this inexplicable feeling on one person, and that was Chief Mo's scholar lover, An Jie. After he gradually became familiar with the background of the latter, he vaguely guessed something.
But Jiang Hu...
The atmosphere froze subtly, until they got off the car, neither of them said anything.
This is really an abandoned warehouse next to the construction site. The warehouse has been put under martial law by the police, and the construction site has only been newly built in the past one and a half months. Obviously, it was something unexpected by the murderer.
There is no other benefit to relying on the construction site, except to eat dust and enjoy the noise, a double "feast" for taste and hearing, Jiang Hu pressed his ears, and frowned and glanced at the construction site not far away.
Shen Yexi thought of that amber killer, he was obviously such a perverted psychopath, he always thought he was some kind of shit artist, if he was that person, he would hope to put his collection in a place that is inaccessible and where ordinary people won't bother .
A bad idea suddenly flashed in his mind, his expression changed, he took out his phone and called An Yining: "Yining, are all the photos of missing persons you brought were soaked in glass jars? "
An Yining was stunned for a moment: "Yes."
"Immediately take into account all the people who have been missing and registered for more than a month. This place should be a nest abandoned by the murderer, and I think it should still exist."
Is it possible that the police force is going to be changed into a reconnaissance team, searching around for corpses in glass jars? Amber No. 2, are you a rabbit? How many nests do you have? An Yining, who put down the phone, shuddered fiercely for her extraordinary associative ability.
After entering the warehouse, some on-site detectives have already sorted out the evidence at the survey site. The corpses in the large glass jars have not been moved. After all, this case is likely to be the same as the Amber Killer case three years ago. There is nepotism, and the forensic doctor is waiting by the side, watching the corpse with interest through the glass cover.
Jiang Hu also stood beside the forensic doctor, watching the corpse.
The forensic doctor is an old man, the hair on the sideburns is already gray, he looks familiar, look at Jiang Hu: "Are you new here?"
Jiang Hu nodded.
The forensic doctor Gao took a look at him: "Okay, young man, the newcomer will follow Captain Shen into such an exciting crime scene. It seems that you have no adverse reactions, and your psychological quality is good."
Brilliant... Jiang Hu actually wanted to ask what this adjective meant. Looking at Shen Yexi with a serious face, he felt that it might not be good to ask, so he swallowed it back—unexpectedly, this forensic doctor spoke quite trendy.
The old forensic doctor saw that his face was flat and did not react, and thought it was the young man who was calm, so he praised him even more, and started talking: "When I caught the former amber killer a few years ago, I did the autopsy, and I thought he was shot. You’ll be fine once you get that psychopath, look, it’s only been a few years, and another person like this comes out, tell me, what’s wrong with this pervert?”
Jiang Hu thought, it would be impolite to let the old man say it all by himself, but to answer it, he didn't know what to answer, the other party was obviously talking to himself, so he thought for a while, After a search, I came up with such a sentence: "Well... the waves behind push the waves ahead, right?"
The old forensic doctor made him amused: "It's true, Qianlang has died on the beach—the young man is very humorous, um, let alone, at a young age, he is really a bit overwhelmed and indifferent, let's have a good time with you guys." Learn from the team and have a bright future.”
Jiang Hu's Chinese level is limited to daily conversations in modern Chinese, as well as some vocabulary in his professional field, and he has only a half-knowledge of commonly used four-character idioms. As for ancient Chinese dialects, he basically knows nothing. "Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but his mind does not move", he said these words carefully in his heart. According to the context of forensic medicine, he should praise him for his calmness, but just listening to these words, it is a bit like... a bit like Call him unresponsive.
He looked at the old forensic doctor with a bit of embarrassment: "Thank you, but if Mount Tai collapsed in front of me, if I didn't move, I might have passed out."
The old forensic doctor held his stomach and laughed, thinking that this young man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, spoke a little bit of a joke, especially when he spit out in that special, slow tone, if he said three and a half sentences , he is simply the perfect candidate for the last half-sentence.
Shen Yexi has good ears, and tragically heard everything verbatim. He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Hu. His eyes could make people feel his pain from a long distance—this scourge is purely visible right
So he beckoned Jiang Hu to go over, and tapped the big glass jar lightly: "How is it, how do you feel?"
Jiang Hu was taken aback, and raised his head. The female corpse was floating in the formalin for a long time, and it was a bit cautious to watch. Jiang Hu looked at it for a long time before shaking his head, as if he was about to shake something out , Shen Yexi asked him: "What's the matter, are you sick?"
"No," Jiang Hu frowned, thought about it painfully, then looked at Shen Yexi on the side, and decided to share his disgust, everyone's disgust is really disgusting, "I remember Amber three years ago In the case of the killer, the media revealed a lot of inside information, and I heard that the victims had their stomachs cut open while they were still alive, so their expressions were horrified."
Shen Yexi nodded. He also felt that the expressions of the corpses were a bit wrong. Following Jiang Hu's gaze, the faces of those female corpses were actually not easy to distinguish, but if you look carefully, you can still see the peaceful and quiet feeling. Like... fell asleep.
Shen Yexi frowned. In fact, a large part of the reason for the sensationalism of the Amber Killer was because of the cruelty of his disembowelment. That person collected such an expression of extreme horror, which was given by the criminal psychologist at the time. The explanation is that the victim's terror can give him a powerful and powerful sense of self, but this...
I heard Jiang Hu say in a quiet tone: "Look at their expressions, they seem to be asleep—Actually, I watched "Sleeping Beauty" and "Blue Beard" in addition to "Beauty and the Beast" yesterday , I think fairy tales are sometimes quite evil... "
What a talented inductive association and the ability to tap potential meanings, but you don't need to say it.