Why
What kind of psychology does he have to do such a thing
Several people were silent. It's not that there are no clues in this case, but that there are too many clues, so many that they look like a bunch of lines, entangled together, and even Jiang Hu's face has a rare look of deep thought.
Shen Yexi sighed, it's another overtime day. He got up and went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, refreshed himself, and felt much more energetic when he came back.
Captain Shen sat down, knocked on the table, focused everyone's attention on himself, and crossed his hands together: "Let's straighten out our thinking."
He turned to Jiang Hu and said unceremoniously: "Doctor Jiang, tell me what is unreasonable in this case."
Jiang Hu was taken aback.
Shen Yexi looked at him firmly, and said lightly: "Tell us, you know what's in your heart. Dr. Jiang, the reason why so many of us work together is because we trust each other and can learn from each other's strengths. If you are not used to this way, then I will not accept your accusation of 'I don't want to believe you'."
Jiang Hu was sitting on a chair, a little lower than Shen Yexi. He had to raise his head slightly to see the man's strong and oppressive eyes. His expression was a little astonished, and his eyes widened... Unexpectedly, he was caught reprimanded
Shen Yexi stopped talking, just stared at him. After a while, Jiang Hu turned his gaze away, cleared his throat, and said in his special tone: "There are some unreasonable things. First of all, it's about the new murderer." Motivation, generally speaking, this kind of non-targeted killing is a way for the murderer to satisfy his own spiritually distorted needs, such as Wu Ju, who satisfies his desire for sadism, control and conquest through kidnapping and injury. He asked the victims of his harm to show surrender and fear to him, hoarded their bodies, and then relived the pleasure by looking back at the scene of killing."
Jiang Hu paused slightly when he said this, Yang Man and An Yining looked at him with very strange eyes.
Jiang Hu lowered his eyes, put his fingers on the table, sorted out his thoughts, and continued to say to himself: "The new murderer doesn't have all the above requirements, he copied everything from Wu Ju, and built a building next to the warehouse. After the construction site, because of the environment, he quickly 'abandoned' part of his collection, which means that those corpses are of no value to him, and he does not want to use the corpse to relive the process of killing. He is like in the process of murder It’s like attaching his own personality to Wu Ju. At the same time, he put the victims in a state of anesthesia before committing the crime, which shows that he secretly harbors intolerance towards these victims. As for the types of his victims, the only thing they have in common is That is, it's all women, they're all thinner young women, and other than that, they don't have any connection in appearance, I think... probably because they're more 'obtainable'."
Jiang Hu finished speaking in one breath, sat there quietly, looked back at Shen Yexi with a calm gaze: "I'm done."
Shen Yexi laughed, and An Yining and Yang Man were very face-saving, and stared back and forth between the two of them in amazement, feeling that Boss Shen's smile actually had a strange taste of a smile that wiped out all grievances. Shen Yexi said: "A child can be taught."
Jiang Hu immediately frowned, raised his eyebrows, and showed a confused and tangled expression—a typical reaction to hearing new words.
Fortunately, Dr. Paste was able to distinguish between priorities and didn't bother to ask these trivial questions. Shen Yexi then began to conclude: "Now we have two pieces of information. First, the murderer is a person who has a close relationship with Wu Ju; , even more difficult to control targets."
Jiang Hu was so frustrated immediately that he felt that a lot of what he just said had a tendency to become nonsense.
"Where are the size 42 shoes?" Yang Man asked.
"Those are shoes, not feet."
An Yining came to her senses a little bit, and said weakly, "The lunatic named Feng mentioned by Wu Zhida and Sheng Yao both meet the first requirement. The former is physiological, while the latter is a platonic spirituality."
After she finished speaking, she found that all three people looked at her with disgusting eyes: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Hu looked solemn: "Plato-like friendship, does it mean Plato-like love? But the previous information did not show that Wu Ju and Feng Xiaobin are lovers."
Yang Man sighed, and said earnestly: "Ning Ning, my sister said something to you, read less bad novels, no good." Then he turned his head and knocked on Jiang Hu, reprimanded, "Don't think about it, don't learn well."
Jiang Hu was inexplicable: "But sister Yang, the lover of the amber murderer, isn't she a very important surveillance object?"
The sense of mystery he had just established instantly shattered into glass shards.
Shen Yexi ignored him habitually, and opened the forensic records: "The forensic doctor said that whether it is the drugs used to anesthetize the victim or the suture technique, it means that the murderer may have a medical background. I remember correctly. In other words, Wu Ju used to be a surgeon, but his license was revoked because of alcoholism, so it seems that he is not either Wu Zhida or Feng Xiaobin."
Yang Man looked at him, and said in a perverted, almost contented slow tone: "So you eliminated them all, that's great, we can start from the beginning." - This woman has been overworked It's completely out of order.
While An Yining was holding her chin half-deadly and started to investigate the backgrounds of Wu Zhida and Feng Xiaobin, Yang Man asked, "If we only have these two suspects, who do you think is more likely?"
Shen Yexi: "Feng Xiaobin."
Jiang Hu: "Wu Zhida."
The two looked at each other, and the two women next to them fell silent, and the atmosphere was weird again, so Jiang Hu coughed lightly: "No... Actually, I want to say that no one looks alike."
— You don't have to be so nonchalant, Yang Man glared at Shen Yexi: "Look, you scare people and children."
Shen Yexi was touching her nose. An Yining was looking at the two of them smiling, but suddenly, she froze, her eyes with dark circles from staying up all night were rounded, and she had a pale face with a terrified expression.
"Who pinched me?" she asked.
"What's wrong?" Several people leaned over.
An Yining said tremblingly: "Neither Feng Xiaobin nor Wu Zhida has a medical background, but one of them has—" She paused, and was struck by thunder, "Jin Qiu."
Forty-two, a shoe, not a foot—
Yang Man said: "Comrades, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. We rescued Jin Qiu from that bastard by ourselves, a good girl, tell me now that she has become a murderer? "
Shen Yexi's face darkened: "Paste, do you remember what Jin Qiu said yesterday after you asked about the nightmare?"
"I dreamed that he tortured them, beat them, listened to their screams, and cut their stomachs open, and then he came towards me step by step, and I started screaming, and then woke up." The word Jiang Hu Repeat without landing.
"That's not what she said to us," Yang Man immediately reacted, "She said that she woke up from a nightmare at night, went out to drink water, glanced at the balcony, saw a figure, and then screamed The family woke up."
"Why did she say different things twice?" An Yining asked.
"I thought...she was frightened by me at the time, maybe she forgot what she made up at the beginning." Jiang Hu said, and the other three looked at him with strange eyes—just you? Can scare people? That person is a rabbit nerve, right
"Really, I think she doesn't like me very much." Jiang Hu said.
"Wait, so what you mean is that when Jin Qiu was tossed into such a situation by that bastard at the beginning, in order to commemorate the harm the other party had done to him, he turned around and continued to kill for him, and in order to divert our attention, he ran all the way to The police station came and provided such a false clue?" Yang Man glared at the other three, "I wonder if it's me or the three of you who didn't wake up."
Shen Yexi thought for a while, then turned around and asked Jiang Hu: "Do you still remember, you asked me why other houses have security windows, but only Jin Qiu's house doesn't?"
Jiang Hu froze for a moment, all the things in his mind were strung together, he paused, then shook his head gently: "Stockholm Syndrome."
Su Junzi said that she was afraid of going back to such an environment surrounded by fences, but now that she thought about it, her room seemed to be interspersed in the protection of countless steel and iron frames, and the only one who was willing to remove her defenses was to reveal Soft-hearted person - she's wide open, like... expecting someone.
Shen Yexi said in a deep voice: "Notify Sheng Yao and Junzi immediately, hurry up."
An Yining didn't need him to say that he had already gone, and put down the phone with an even more ugly face: "Shentou, Brother Su doesn't answer the phone."
"Fight again, it's okay, don't panic, Sheng Yao is already on the way, mobilize the manpower, we will go there right away!"
On the other side, Sheng Yao has already picked up, and Yang Man explained the matter to him in a few words. Sheng Yao seems to accept it much faster than her, without interrupting, and has been listening in silence, unusually silent, and then said: "Got it, we're almost there." He hung up the phone.
Yang Man said, "Wait until we get there before we act, don't act without authorization..." It was stuck in her throat, and she suddenly felt that it was definitely a mistake to notify Sheng Yao when he was alone.
Sheng Yao already understood what Yang Man meant when she was halfway through her speech, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom. If someone was beside him, he would probably be able to experience what a night drive is.
The weird feeling that he couldn't figure out in his heart finally surfaced in his palpable consciousness. At that time, Jin Qiu said, "I dreamed that I was like those girls"—everyone knew that Amber Killer was not taboo between men and women. The tabloid reporter who talked nonsense about corpses had no idea that the dead were all women this time, so how did she know
All the perennial smiles on Sheng Yao's face faded completely, his face turned pale, gentleman—