The Rise of the Peninsula

Chapter 38 Memoirs and Roh Moo-hyun's "1"

"This is the murder of the mayor of Cali, Colombia, which happened a few years ago. The murderer in the life video is a drug trading group. We can see the facial expressions of the murderer."

"The eyebrows are drawn together, the eyelids are pulled down, the bags under the eyes are tight. If he has this expression, then it is a pre-planned murder."

"So he'll have that look on his face, and let's look at another case."

A hot and lazy afternoon.

No matter what looks listless.

Standing on the podium of the lecture theater, Dr. Paul Aikman, the father of micro-expressions, is giving a lecture to a group of drowsy students. In order to cheer up the students, he is giving examples and talking about today's hot topics.

"Okay, let's discuss freely."

In the solemn and quiet lecture hall, following the instructor's order, two or three people gathered together, and the bustling crowd began to communicate.

Those who can enter this school are nothing more than the high-level people in the beautiful country and the elite society. As a senior consultant of the fbi, he can only spare a very limited time to give it to a small group of elites.

The strange thing is that even after Paul, Dr. Ekman finished his introduction and was in the process of packing up his lesson plans, there was a person staring at him.

During his lecture, a thin-faced Asian man in a cheap yellow-striped shirt jacket kept showing contemptuous expressions.

Yintang is wrinkled, the corners of his eyes are sunken, and his upper lip is itchy. This is a typical expression of disgust or contempt.

Now he is staring at himself.

Paul, Dr. Aikman felt insulted. After all, he was a senior consultant of the FBI, and he was just a poor Asian. don't like the student.

Park Shangyuan sat on the armchair, he didn't understand, he felt that this was completely nonsense, but he still restrained his restless heart.

Hands up very politely.

"Please tell me." Paul, Dr. Aikman looked at the guy who was still polite at the moment, patiently trying to see what tricks he was going to come up with.

Park Sang-won stood up.

"Hmm... Of course, I think what you said is very reasonable, but I think the eyebrows are lowered together, the eyelids are raised, and the bags under the eyes are tight. These are not the main basis for judgment."

Paul, Dr. Aikman smiled.

Park Sang-won went on to say, "During your speech, you mentioned such an example. A student in Nevada is shooting and killing his tutor, and the expression of that Basque separatist is also..."

"How was it?"

"Their facial expressions are as you say, but don't I think the most striking features are the eyes and forehead?"

Park Shangyuan glanced at Paul, Dr. Aikman, who heard his words and was looking through his lesson plans. It seemed that he wanted to verify the authenticity of his paintings.

"Most of the expressions on the lower part of the face are different. These are veterans of the analysis profession, but I think the novice should pay more attention to their foreheads, and the eyes are things that cannot be changed."

"It is absolutely impossible for their eyes to be innocent eyes during the assassination mission, but the kind of focused attention on the target, and the strangest thing is that all the foreheads in these three photos are extremely aggressive."

"The eyes can't be camouflaged, only those who are professionally trained agents, but the strange thing is that the Insurgent is camouflaged, his facial expression is very peaceful, maybe it will be like what you said, but I can't see it at all. "

"But the corners of his eyes always tremble unconsciously during the video. Although the time is very short and you didn't pause, I can see that this is caused by a tense state of mind."

Paul, Dr. Aikman, wearing glasses, flicked across the three photos and then stared at Park Shangyuan quickly.

At this time, the melodious bell for the end of get out of class had already rung, and some people had already packed their schoolbags.

Park Shangyuan also finished packing his schoolbag and was about to leave when Dr. Paul Aikman stopped him.

"name?"

Park Sang-won replied: "Park Sang-won, professor."

"Stay for a while." Dr. Paul Aikman wore glasses and continued to stare at the lesson plan with unclear eyesight. He placed the three photos side by side, as if he was observing carefully, and wanted to verify the authenticity of Park Sang-won False same.

With a backpack on his back, Pu Shangyuan pushed open the classroom door and was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "Professor, I actually have to go to work."

Hearing that at this moment, Dr. Paul Aikman put down the teaching plan, frowned, and looked at Park Shangyuan, who had a helpless expression at the moment.

"How much is one of your shirts?"

"Well... the professor is five dollars." Park Shangyuan rubbed his tight shirt, a little cramped, as if the cheapness was written on his face.

"It's the best used clothing I could find."

Paul, Dr. Aikman laughed: "In the future, you will study with me for an hour and give you 40 knives."

Park Shangyuan was still a little helpless at first, if he knew it, he would not talk too much, because he had already made an appointment to wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant.

Hearing this, he was taken aback.

"Thank you then."

After that, the news spread that Dr. Paul Aikman accepted the closed disciple, and this was his only disciple.

Four months later.

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FBI Secret Service meeting room.

There are several low tables inside. The wooden tables are rough polished. The video projected by the projector on the table is the content of Dr. Paul Aikman's lecture 4 months ago.

But it's all nonsense.

A dozen Washington elite police officers were sitting around three or four scattered wooden tables, and Professor Dr. Paul Aikman was speaking.

Park Shangyuan was sitting on a chair next to a table. At this moment, he also changed into a white shirt worth eighty dollars. All of this was his master Paul, Dr. Aikman.

Park Sang-won respects him a lot.

"Of course, if you can't remember what I said, you can also remember to look at their foreheads and eyes. If they are aggressive, grab him without hesitation."

"I saw that look on the face of a girl I was dating once."

On the side of Park Shangyuan, a black policeman covered his mouth and snickered. In fact, his micro-expression was hard to believe, so the dozen or so policemen present also took it as a joke.

At this time, the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and a white man with a fair complexion in a suit came in.

"Tonight's elite police officers in Washington who have never met before, I am Paul Trenson, an agent of the Special Training Department, and we will be responsible for protecting the safety of South Korean President Roh Moo-hyun tonight."

"Just this morning, he flew to Washington, USA to attend the wedding of his very good friend's son."

Paul Trenson's face was serious, "This gentleman still has half a year to serve. Just last night, there was intelligence that someone might want to assassinate him at the wedding of the ambassador's friend's son today."

Paul Trenson looked at Paul, Dr. Aikman gestured slightly, and then said.

"And our Paul, Dr. Aikman will lead you and his apprentices to check suspicious persons on the scene through micro-expressions to identify suspects, and we will prepare pistols for you."

(End of this chapter)