Shi Shanyan calmly greeted Yan Junxun's gaze.
Yan Junxun was still analyzing Shi Shanyan's expression before his brain crashed, and finally came to a conclusion in the sound of warnings in his head.
What Shi Shanyan said was the truth.
It's fucking real!
Jiang Lian over there was still asking Liu Chen, "What did 'the ferryman' send you?"
"It's really a diary!" Liu Chen wrinkled his suit, "...it's just a photo of a handwritten diary."
"Have you seen our profiler? Don't lie anymore. We want to look at these photos," Park Lin pointed at the screen in front of Liu Chen, "Send it right away, or we will check you number information.”
Jue answered at the right time: "Our inspection is legal."
"I see!" Liu Chen sat back again, he lit the light screen forcefully, "The 'Ferryman' sent this to me, I'll give it all to you, is it alright? Can it be over?"
Park Lin looked at the photos, they were all handwritten diaries. The light when the photo was taken was poor, the diary should have been wet with water, and some of the handwriting was unclear, but it was somewhat different from Liu Chen's fake screenshot. Park Lin took advantage of the gap in the record to send a message to Jue.
[There are not many truths in this person's mouth.]
[Mr. Yan hinted at him at the very beginning,] Jue paused for a few seconds and continued to reply, [Mr. Yan gave him a pen and paper at the time.]
Park Lin remembered the look on Liu Chen's face when he got the pen and paper a few minutes ago, and he glanced at Yan Junxun.
[How did the profiler guess that the diary was handwritten?]
[Information capture. The killer left a handwritten "goodbye" after each crime.]Jue wanted to remind Park Lin not to gossip during working hours, but he still couldn't hold back, [My father said that Mr. Yan's ability to capture is comparable to Athena in the light track area.]
Park Lin wanted to sigh, but felt it was meaningless. Yan Junxun in the corner of his eyes looked indifferent and unhappy again. He thought: Why is this guy always upset
Yan Junxun's guide was still vibrating, he suddenly clenched the guide tightly, turned it off in front of Shi Shanyan, and threw it into the drawer.
"Have you ever had a private chat with the Ferryman?" Jiang Lian stared at Liu Chen with his eyes behind the lens.
"Of course I chatted privately, who wouldn't want this kind of information?" Liu Chen easily forgot the slack he had eaten, "'Ferryman' left a message for me, and after I saw it, I chatted with him privately. But I have to make a statement first. One point, I didn't know he was the murderer."
Jiang Lian continued: "You don't know? You weren't surprised when you talked to him in the video."
"I think you are complimenting my professionalism. This is the basic ability to respond on the spot."
Park Lin followed up and said, "A normal person would call the police when they encounter such a thing? Why didn't you call the inspectorate?"
"You're not talking about normal people, you're talking about normal people," Liu Chen straightened his posture, and he decided to teach these people another lesson, "Can you make sure that no one in the Inspectorate will reveal the news to other media? I won't share me with my peers. The first intelligence. This case is suitable for a special topic, and it enjoys the exposure bonus brought by Chen Xiulian. Is the result bad now? Everyone is paying attention to this case. "
"Focus" is the main point of Liu Chen's speech, and he mentioned this word more than once.
"When I chatted privately with 'The Ferryman', he was still normal, completely different from how he behaved on the call," Liu Chen thought for a moment, "This is also a kind of explosive point, this kind of character with contrasting characteristics. Image, it is easy to leave an impression on the public. I think whether this case is closed or not, the 'Ferryman' will become the material for many works of art." He said here, and looked at Shi Shanyan again, with a little subtlety To please, "You can also use him to pull back a game for the profiler. A psychopathic serial murderer was caught by an observant profiler who was born in Black Panther. How good, when the time comes, everyone All worship profilers."
Park Lin suspects that everyone present is "data" in Liu Chen's eyes. He can put them into his reports and use some artistic processing to stir up public opinion and scolding and attract so-called "attention". Liu Chen wanted these things, and his morality was just like the "vulnerable groups in society" he said, and he had taken it lightly.
Shi Shanyan played with the guide in his hand and said, "You call that 'worship'? It's just an immature fantasy template. A black panther-born profiler with extraordinary observation, he was in the berthing area case. Invincible against evil murderers. That's not a profiler, that's a magician."
This kind of worship is not good for the Inspectorate and the profiler. Liu Chen is relying on public opinion to fabricate a character. This fabricated "profiler", when he accepted the group worship, he separated from Yan Junxun himself. He must not only perfectly meet the individual's strict moral requirements, but also always follow the individual's fantasy needs based on the attributes of the personality.
This goes against the paradox of human nature, man is always a complex and contradictory animal.
Liu Chen said embarrassingly: "I just make a suggestion, you may not adopt it."
He was afraid of Shi Shanyan, and when talking to Shi Shanyan, he kept pulling his suit jacket tightly, as if this would prevent himself from being seen through.
Yan Junxun frowned, feeling the same as Liu Chen. He said "don't be angry" in his head, but he broke the refill in his hand. He looked down at his ink-stained fingers, and fell into a brief blank.
Liu Chen wanted to get out of here quickly and said, "I continued to call that number last night, and he stopped answering. I think he just wanted to imitate Chen Xiulian and increase his popularity. This is what you call the 'contagion effect'." He looked at the glass wall and wanted to stand up again, "I'm done."
"We also need your chat records with 'May Snow' and 'The Ferryman'," Jiang Lian slid off his chair, "you can leave after handing in."
"I can give it," Liu Chen said, "but I have to do an interview about myself first, these chat records..."
"I suggest you don't mention too much in the topic," Jiang Lian didn't have the power to stop Liu Chen, but he still said based on safety considerations, "You said it yourself, the murderer this time is a copycat, he is imitating Chen Xiulian. If you insist on continuing, you have to be prepared to be found by more murderers in the future."
"I know," Liu Chen waited until the record was finished, stood up again, and took back his briefcase, "I will hire a bodyguard!"
Jiang Lian spread his hands, showing a "whatever you want" expression. Liu Chen looked around them, only avoiding Shi Shanyan. He opened the door and walked out quickly, as if he was being chased downstairs.
* * *
Yan Junxun took advantage of the break to wash his hands in the bathroom. He washed his fingers and rubbed the ink on it vigorously, and his brain was gradually recovering under the stimulation of cold water.
[I masturbated in the bathtub last night.]
Yan Junxun rubbed his fingers red and looked at the mirror in the sound of water.
Sexualization and fantasies are often a form of defense. Why is Shi Shanyan masturbating in his bathtub because he wants to control his anxiety
Yan Junxun showed a confused expression, and he encountered an unsolvable problem. He stared at the mirror, and the people in the mirror felt unfamiliar to him. He tried to focus on the case, but it was useless, he had to figure out the reason for Shi Shanyan's behavior first, otherwise it would interfere with his normal thinking.
The toilet system issued a warm reminder: "Please don't waste water resources."
Yan Junxun woke up like a dream. He turned off the water, looked in the mirror again, and said to the bathroom system, "I'm sorry."
The restroom system replied, "It's okay."
This short conversation reminded Yan Junxun of Artemis. He took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped his fingers. The handkerchief was washed by a panda, and there was a little yellow duck printed on it. When Yan Junxun saw the little yellow duck, he thought of the bathtub.
… he couldn’t wipe it off.
* * *
Tokiyama is working on origami. He folded the paper Liu Chen had written into a frog, put it on the table, pressed it with a pen, and made it jump forward awkwardly. The frog jumped for a second, and the little genius stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
"Take a rest," Park Lin walked in with a cold drink. When he put the cold drink on the table, he didn't see Yan Junxun and asked, "Where is the profiler?"
"Toilet," Shi Shanyan opened the yogurt for him, "what did you buy him?"
"Cold beer. According to my observation, he seems to only drink this." Park Lin put the cold beer on Yan Junxun's place. He sat opposite Shi Shanyan: "Did the profiler tell you your analysis of Liu Chen just now?"
Shi Shanyan looked at Park Lin.
"...You did the analysis yourself?" Park Lin paused while removing the straw, and he looked at Shi Shanyan, "Isn't it... All the members of the Black Panther are so talented? ."
Shi Shanyan said modestly, "It took a little skill."
Although the sense of smell is indeed innate.
"You can teach me another day." Park Lin inserted the straw and clicked on her channel, "Je, take a rest."
Jue's voice appeared between the two, and it said, "I'm still comparing the handwriting on the diary photos."
Shi Shanyan looked at their pair and was rarely interested: "Did you compare anything?"
"The diary and the notes left at the crime scene were written by the same person," Jue showed them the photos on the screen, "His expression in the diary is also very poor, the same as what he showed on the phone. , but you see, he is quite chatty when chatting with Liu Chen."
There are many blacked-out places on the diary, and the other party has strong emotions when writing the diary.
"Liu Chen is a performative personality," Park Lin flipped through her records. "His ability to withstand pressure is not as good as his performance. I suspect that he often suffers from insomnia, and he is not very good at hiding his emotions. I'm very content, facing your... What's the name convenient?"
"Time Mountain Delay."
"Okay, Brother Yeon," Park Lin pondered his own record, "he behaved badly in the face of your exposure. In fact, judging from his video yesterday, words can make him mess up, he doesn't have himself. Such a compliment."
Yan Jun came in while they were talking.
"Hello," Park Lin greeted proactively, "Profiler."
Yan Junxun carried a cold beer and found another can on his seat. He said, "…Thank you."
Park Lin showed a "nothing" expression. He turned his pen and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything when he saw Yan Junxun's expression.
"Mr. Yan can sit closer," Jue said softly, "We can communicate with each other."
Yan Junxun just wanted to keep a distance from Shi Shanyan, but both Park Lin and Jue were looking at him, so he could only sit in the vacant seat next to Shi Shanyan.
Shi Shanyan bit the yogurt straw and made the paper frog jump to Yan Junxun's hand.
The author has something to say: ①, ② are from Nancy McWilliams's "Psychoanalytic Diagnosis: Understanding Personality Structure", and the related discussion also refers to the book.
Regarding Shi Shanyan's AE86, I forgot to mention in a few chapters that it is the license plate number of Takukai Fujiwara in the animation "Initial D". This is a misstatement. Used for stalking. A girl reminded me today that I'm here to apologize to everyone. If you really ask me for the license plate number, I can't answer. After watching the animation, I only remember 86 and Mazda today. I made a mistake in the explanation of the work, it should not have happened, I am very sorry.
So far, there have been several misinterpretations in this book, including the grinder in volume 01, all of which were caused by my own failure to do a good job of the relevant information. I'm very sorry.
I'm really, really, really sorry everyone.
Thanks for correcting.