Criminal Investigation Notes

Five minutes later, Lu Siyu locked the door and went downstairs to the parking lot. The other two cars had already driven away, and only Song Wen was waiting for him.Seeing him sitting in the seat of the co-pilot, Song Wen asked, "Why so long?"

Lu Siyu whispered: "Look for a while..."

"Is the door locked?"

"Yeah." Lu Siyu lowered his head and pulled his seat belt.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home directly." Song Wen saw that he was not in good spirits, and felt that he was indeed a bit harsh on the newcomer, and sent him home to make up for it.

Lu Siyu reported an address and started playing with his cell phone.He looked at the phone with his eyes, but he was thinking of other things, without noticing that the phone screen had turned black.

Today, Lu Siyu found a detail in the deceased’s phone. In the browser’s favorites bar, there was an APP marked as a blue circle. Others did not pay attention, but Lu Siyu happened to know Blued, that’s A social networking platform for gay men.He also touched the phone for two minutes, recorded the model and number of the phone, and was taken away by the physical evidence.This discovery is hard to say, and Lu Siyu did not tell anyone. It is estimated that this will be discovered soon after the investigation.

The sky was dark, and soon after driving out, I was on the elevated highway. On the city’s roads, there were long queues of various car lights. In the morning there was traffic jam at the peak of get off work, and now it was traffic jam at the rush hour. Urban people in the city are like migratory birds. Migrating.

Lu Siyu uttered for a while, and looked out of the car. From this angle, he looked out of the window, and he could see the iconic building of Nancheng-Nancheng Tower.It is also the highest land in Nancheng, and in the night sky of the city, the Nancheng tower is shining with lights.

It seems that since Babylon, humans like to build towers. They always feel that tall towers are standing, which is the closest to the sky and to the gods.There are many cities in the world, and the towers are important landmarks there.There are countless famous towers, such as the Eiffel Tower, Tokyo Tower, Dubai Tower, Oriental Pearl Tower...These towers have their own characteristics.The tower in Nancheng is no exception. More than twenty years ago, people in Nancheng, led by wealthy businessmen, spent half of the city’s financial resources to build this tower. It cost a lot of money and manpower, but it also provided a lot of employment. Opportunity, there is a viewing platform on the tower, standing on the tower can overlook the entire city.

Once, this tower was the hope of people and the pride of Nancheng.People often meet under the tower when they travel.

More than ten years ago, Nancheng had undergone a transformation, the restructuring of enterprises, and many people were unemployed. At that time, the first person to jump off the Nancheng Tower appeared.

Suddenly, such a move shocked the entire city.

People looked at the tower again, but their gazes changed. Under the general environment at that time, even imitators appeared. In a few months, it even developed into a suicide sanctuary.In order to change the situation, the Nancheng government had to fund a repair to the tower to eliminate potential safety hazards.

Later, after experiencing pain relief, Nancheng developed rapidly, and the Nancheng Tower was no longer a solitary place, beside it, many high-rise buildings were erected.

Today, this place is already in the memory of Nancheng people.Only tourists still regard it as a check-in spot, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going every day...

In the darkness, the lights projected from the Nancheng Tower not far away, and Lu Siyu's dark eyes lit up.

"Looking at the Nancheng Tower?" Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu.

"Yeah." Lu Siyu responded in a low voice.

Song Wendao: "When you look back, you can go up and take a look. I haven't been there for a long time. I heard that a glass plank road has been built on it."

However, Lu Siyu seemed not very interested in this proposal. After a few seconds of pause, he responded indifferently: "I will be free later."

The car turned a turn, the Nancheng Tower disappeared from sight, Lu Siyu turned his head, and Song Wen sneaked a glance at him from the perspective mirror.The light from the street lamp spilled obliquely, and shone on the little forehead and the high nose bridge exposed under Lu Siyu’s bangs. It looked like fine white porcelain. It looked like a beauty. At this time, the beauty blinked. Eyelashes, there was no expression on his face, which made people unable to see what he was thinking.

As the car drove out for a few kilometers, Song Wen stretched out his index finger and tapped the steering wheel: "You said before..." Looking sideways, Lu Siyu fell asleep in the passenger seat.His head was leaning against the car window, and his body curled up slightly. It was an insecure posture, which seemed to be because the whole day of surveys had exhausted all his energy.The orange light in the front row of the car illuminates his side face, printing a beautiful and somewhat sharp curve of the lower jaw, and coating his nose with a warm golden light, making him look extremely clean.

Song Wen suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, and reached out and turned off the overhead light.

After driving for a while, at eight o'clock, and missed the evening rush hour, the whole city became lazy as if it was going to bed. The car finally stopped at the door of the address Lu Siyu said. Song Wenzheng hesitated. Waking him up, Lu Siyu moved and woke up by himself.He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and found that it was already here, and he got out of the car a little confused: "Thank you Team Song."

Song Wen reminded him: "Don't forget to take things."

Lu Siyu looked at the bag behind him and the water cup in his hand: "I brought them all."

"There are survey records!"

"Got it, tomorrow."

Song Wen let him go and waved his hand: "See you tomorrow."

Watching Song Wen leave, Lu Siyu's gaze returned to Qingming. He was not sleepy. He did not walk into the community behind him. Instead, he stopped a rental car from the beginning, reported another address, and sent a few messages. WeChat, after all this was done, he silently gave out a series of numbers, which was the phone number of the victim Lin Zhenghua.

Several records popped up on the search page, all of which were on some dating sites. The person in the photo is difficult to associate with today’s broken corpse, but Lu Siyu can recognize it at a glance. This is the one on the ID card. people.

Looking at the information, Lu Siyu condensed his eyebrows. Long time no food made his stomach pain worse, and he couldn't concentrate.He reached out and grabbed the pill box in his pocket. In the past, the easiest way to solve the problem was to get a pill, but now, the medicine inside is empty.Lu Siyu gently bit the nail of his thumb with his teeth and gnawed it unevenly. Suddenly his fingers touched something. It was a candy that Cheng Xiaobing could not help but say during the day.

Lu Siyu tore open the package and put it in his mouth, with sugar in it, and the slight sweetness spread in his mouth. Those irritable emotions seemed to be suppressed.

Song Wen drove along Chengyang Road all the way to Doctor Zhou's clinic, which was located in a high-end commercial office building. At this point in the evening, there were still many floors with lights on.

Song Wen parked the police car in the parking lot downstairs and walked to the eighth floor of the office building.

The young nurse at the appointment table recognized him a long time ago, and apologized slightly when she saw Song Wen coming in: "Team Song, Doctor Zhou is still looking at the patient, sit here and wait a while."

Every customer of the psychology clinic has an appointment, so there are not many opportunities to wait. There are a few sofa seats on the side of the clinic, which are almost brand new since the opening.

Song Wen and the little nurse borrowed paper and pen and sat aside, habitually drawing on paper.

For him, painting is the best way to pass the time. It is even more popular than playing with a mobile phone. Whenever he picks up a paintbrush, his heart is calm.

Song Wen was thinking about today's dismemberment case. Not long after, a face was outlined on the paper.That is the head of the victim who was found in the refrigerator.His hair is messy, his eyes are closed, and there is a jagged cut under his neck.

There was no clue to the case, and Song Wen practiced casually. He emptied his mind and scribbled the pen on the paper. His eyes, nose, mouth... He drew a jaw line with precise lines, followed by the Adam’s apple, his The brush strokes paused and dropped a little, then Song Wen was stunned, staring for a few seconds, and crumpled the paper into a ball.

Subconsciously, he painted Lu Siyu's face.

At this moment, Dr. Zhou’s patient came out. It was a woman in her fifties with a fat body and a blessed face. She was not in need of psychological consultation at all, but her expression was transparent. With a kind of joy, there are tears of excitement in the corners of his eyes, like the satisfaction that the believer has worshiped the Bodhisattva and all the sufferings are solved.

Song Wen walked in. Zhou Yining had been waiting there for a long time. He helped his glasses, searched through the information on the side, raised his hand, and handed him Lu Siyu's report.

Song Wen sat opposite Zhou Yining. It was a standard patient position. It was comfortable and suitable for conversation. It was 3cm lower than Zhou Yining's position. Only this 3cm created a subtle difference between the patient and the doctor. emotion.

Song Wen took the report and looked at it. He has seen many such reports. The higher the score, the higher the safety, indicating that the psychological quality is better, and he is suitable for working as a criminal police officer.Lu Siyu's grades are not top-notch, but they are also above average.Song Wen was a little puzzled: "The grades are very good, you can let other people come over, why do you have to make me go alone."

Zhou Yining rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. He received six patients today, and he was a bit overloaded to digest those negative emotions: "On the surface, it may not be true." Then he explained, "Psychologically. The topic setting of learning has a certain direction. If you know enough about those tests, you can present the appearance you want others to see."

Song Wen asked: "So, do you mean that kid memorized the question?" This set of questions is drawn from the question bank and is not classified as confidential. As long as you understand this system, you can find the questions and understand the rules of judgment.

Zhou Yining shook his head and answered the question: "Have you noticed that this newcomer has a slower reaction and lacks emotional changes."

Song Wen nodded. In today's exchanges, he also discovered these characteristics of Lu Siyu, but he is not a psychology researcher after all, and he does not know what these represent.

Zhou Yining explained: "In the conversation with him after the exam, I felt some subtle performance. At first, I thought it was because he was trying to predict my problems. This behavior is among some smart people. , It is often seen that they are prepared for psychologists and think that after memorizing the book, the answers are foolproof. But often those people are not professional enough, so there will be loopholes in the answers. Observing those loopholes is also a kind of information I get The way..." At the beginning, he regarded Lu Siyu only as a research object. He was a bystander, assessor, and always in contact with various people. He thought that Lu Siyu was just one of them.

"After the conversation, I came to the conclusion that I felt that he had some emotional indifference. It showed that he was emotionally unresponsive and slow. Even though his inner emotions were rich, he rarely showed it. He would maintain a distrust and dissatisfaction with the outside world. Get close to people. This is not a big deal. As those of us who study psychology, many people have psychological problems, large and small. A person who has no problems at all is like living in a vacuum. , It’s almost impossible. As long as it doesn’t affect daily work and life, these small problems are harmless, so I passed his evaluation."

At this point, Zhou Yining paused, and then said: "But when I reviewed this conversation, I found that I might have made a wrong judgment..." When he said this, he sighed slightly. His lips and hands touched together. This was a subtle movement that he did not want to admit and accept. His eyes flickered, and he stopped talking...

"Dr. Zhou, you are our Nancheng psychologist." Song Wen's first reaction was unbelief. He felt that this should be a joke made by Zhou Yining. People who study psychology are a little bit crazy and like to throw all kinds of things. Topics, testing people’s psychology, Dr. Zhou had done this before.After Song Wen got along with Lu Siyu that day, he admitted that even if Lu Siyu was a bit strange, it was only strange.He may have certain qualities, but it is definitely not that serious.

Zhou Yining looked at Song Wen with a serious expression. It didn’t seem to be joking at all. He closed his eyes, put down his glasses and continued, “...that is, there is a possibility that I was induced and implied. This kind of superficial phenomenon was confusing, and no more substance was found. I did not touch his heart."

Song Wen frowned slightly, able to induce and suggest a senior psychologist, he naturally knew what it meant.

He suddenly remembered his painting just now. The technique of painting dead and living is not exactly the same. The dead are lifeless, and the time of life has long been fixed at the moment of death.And living people always have emotions, whether they are evil, angry, friendly, humble...

But the portrait of Lu Siyu that he drew just now did not have the slightest emotion.Perhaps, the feeling at that time was right. Before he could see through the person, his paintbrush showed up.