Time-Limited Hunt

Yan Junxun doesn't come to the Inspector's Office very often. He hates the atmosphere here and the gaze of the human form (color) (color) here. www.sto123.cc He is different from the kind of people they understand. He has neither blood nor impulse. Every time he comes to the Inspectorate, he seems to wake up (sleep Shui). He did not allow Jiang Li to mention his name here, and he thought he had not provided much help to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li called Yan Junxun a psychological profiler, but they all understood that Yan Junxun did not behave like a psychological profiler. Shi Shanyan had a blunt statement: Yan Junxun was very sympathetic to the murderer. The details of the scene were woven like a spider web in Yan Junxun's mind, and he often imagined along a line.

"Can you understand?" Jiang Li said to Yan Shanyan in the office, taking advantage of Yan Jun's free time to go to the bathroom. "His thinking is running too fast and often makes people unable to catch up. This is very similar to the time of the exam Everyone is clearly holding the same paper, but he not only answered it correctly, but also answered quickly. To a certain extent, it will inevitably make people wonder whether he has read the correct answer or the kind with detailed explanation."

"I understand."

Shi Shanyan leaned back in his chair and saw Yan Junxun behind the glass wall turned from the corner. Yan Junxun stopped in front of the vending machine and was not interested in the surrounding gaze. Chao (strong qiang)'s ability to perceive makes him very keen. He knows what people around him are thinking, but he doesn't care.

"He knows how to protect himself, and he will throw many things and many people into the "insignificant" category. He doesn't like to be watched, and he also dislikes his observation. But his talent is so good, more often Can't control himself not to associate. You just give him something about the case, he can't help sitting there thinking."

"Yes..." Jiang Li looked at Shi Shanyan in a complicated way. "You know very well. I want to take the liberty to ask, will you do the same?"

Shi Shanyan turned his chair and looked at Jiang Li. His eyes were straight, saying, "Why don't you ask Yan Junxun? He can tell you the correct answer."

Jiang Li remained silent for a while, and continued: "I always hope Jun Xun can think of something wrong, which will make him look more normal."

Shi Shanyan was teased, as if he didn't understand this sentence. He straightened up (shen) and asked Jiang Li across the desk: "Why do you think he is'not normal enough'?"

Jiang Lian's lenses were polished very brightly. He thought about it seriously and replied: "Because I am an ordinary person, ordinary people will be indignant about some details in the case. Everyone is more willing to stand in the perspective of the victim rather than the murderer. Jun Xun is very calm every time he observes the scene... Sometimes it can be called indifference."

"You don't think he can empathize with the victim," Shi Shanyan is like a psychologist sitting in the office. "He'sees' the victim's pain, but he doesn't show sympathy and anger. The children raised by the system also Isn't it terrifying?"

Jiang Li did not answer.

"Yan Junxun does not have Artemis at home," Shi Shanyan split the question. "Because you find that Yan Junxun can't empathize with the victim. Even though he looks very good now, his The level of understanding is far higher than normal people. Artemis’ teaching achievements are frightening. If Yan Junxun commits a crime, he is the most difficult murderer." Shi Shanyan (lu) expressed an understanding expression with a He smiled and asked cruelly, "I'm curious, have you'(killed) shad' Artemis?"

***

Yan Junxun carried the beer can and walked through various bells and conversations. He looks like a newly graduated student, and even his t-shirt carries a Pikachu pattern. Instead of returning to Jiang Li's office, he went to the relatively small lounge.

The restroom of the Inspectorate Bureau is surrounded by lush virtual greenery on all four sides. The intervals of the seats are consistent, and the people inside are talking in a low voice. The no-smoking area is on the left. Yan Jun thought for a while and went to the right to find a remote place to sit down.

In the hall, the sound of a stream is played in a loop, Yan Junxun (touching Mo) (touching Mo) in his trouser pocket, where a cigarette is still hidden. He took the smoke out, hesitated a little, and bit it between his lips, but there was no point.

If you want to predict whether a person will do something, you must first figure out his expectations for the outcome of the behavior. If he can get rewards from it, he will continue to do it. This is the expectation theory in social learning.

Yan Junxun pointed his tongue against the cigarette butt.

The murderer is afraid of the (sexual xing) invasion process, but chooses to repeat the crime against the (sexual xing) invader. She is very paranoid and keeps the same approach. This is like a kind of ritual, she must follow the steps to get the expected result.

Yan Junxun analyzed her too much. In Yan Junxun's eyes, she was already transparent.

A woman who endures her husband (sexuality) (violent bao) all the year round, her family status may not be as good as a dog. She can't play with anything at home at will, it doesn't belong to her, she has no right to hesitate. She cleaned Liu Xincheng's and Li Jianhua's homes as if she lived in them, but she didn't dare to go home and do the same because she would be beaten at home.

She evades the elements of (violent bao) force and (sexuality) and refuses to look directly at Liu Xincheng's photos and herself. The graffiti in Liu Xincheng's corridor also made her feel depressed, so she drew a beard on the graffiti, as if (强qiang)\(狂jian) not only (fafa) was born on the woman, so she wanted to make her feel better.

She loves her child so much that she does not want to admit the fact that the child is dead. She modified Li Jianhua's system so that the system called herself "Daddy." In her conjecture, she is not only the child's mother, but also the child's father, so that she can correct the mistake of "daddy" and give the child happiness.

Explain that the child's death is related to his father.

The sound of the stream is very gentle and it is easy for people (sleeping Shui) to fall asleep. Yan Junxun doesn't want to (sleep Shui), he doesn't want to continue thinking, but the thoughts are like long legs, they drag Yan Junxun, whether he wants it or not.

"　!"

The lighter's flame lit Yan Junxun's smoke, and Shi Shanyan's taste was prominent. His arm from the back seemed to ring Yan Junxun halfway, and the texture of the shirt was good, so that his muscle (meat rou) hidden in the fabric clearly outlined.

"They are expecting you to solve this problem as soon as possible." Shi Shanyan flipped on the lighter and put Yan Junxun's shoulder like a friend.

"Don't be silly," Yan Junxun held a cigarette, "I'm a trivial little horn (color), I can only imagine."

The soft light of the lounge hit Yan Junxun's hair room, his tears moles looming in the smoke, this is his unique charm. He took only two bites and took the cigarette away. He looked at Shi Shanyan and didn't care how close they were.

"If you are concerned about this case, you can tell Jiang Lian what you know." Yan Junxun's mouth smelled of sweetness, which is the taste of a lollipop. "Don't **** me and try me again."

"So why don't you say it," Shi Shanyan was patient, and he smelled the smell of orange, which made him lick his canine teeth, "Tell Jiang Lian that the murderer is sick."

Yan Junxun is very annoyed. He hated the feeling of being up against people and the feeling of being observed all the time.

"Sorry," Shi Shanyan pinched Yan Junxun's leftover cigarette with **** and apologized perfunctoryly, "I guessed it if I was not careful."

He bit the cigarette lightly, but his eyes seemed to bite Yan Junxun.

"You know why the murderer (killed sha)."

Of course, Yan Junxun knew that he had hinted Jiang Li.

***

Chen Xiulian is feeding the dog.

Chen Xiulian lived in an old residence near the Iron and Steel Industrial Park. The dilapidated small second floor was bought by her husband He Zhiguo when he set up the factory. Previously people lived on the second floor, and the steel processing grinders were placed on the first floor to facilitate the entry and exit of steel. After He Zhiguo did not stay in the parking area anymore, here is what Chen Xiulian said, she moved the old grinder to the basement.

A few local dogs surrounded Chen Xiulian's tail, she put down the iron basin, and the dogs swarmed up.

"Kill them," He Zhiguo said in Chen Xiulian's ear, "A smell!"

Chen Xiulian didn't say anything, she heard a chew for a while.

"Lao is talking to you," He Zhiguo seems to be pushing Chen Xiulian's head with his hand. He used to love it like this. Annoy me, you make me angry and my **** will hit you, do you understand?"

Chen Xiulian breathed slightly, she did not turn on the lights on the first floor, standing in the dark and scolded her face. Her lips twitched: "I want to call the police to catch you..."

"You report," He Zhiguo's spit star sprayed Chen Xiulian all over her face, "After the report, I will beat you and fight to death!"

Chen Xiulian wiped her face with sleeves, moving very hard, like rubbing the old dirt. The button on the cuff was shaving, and she quickly wiped her face flushed.

"I let you kill the dog, don't you **** listen, right? Then I'll kill the piano!" He Zhiguo's voice drilled into Chen Xiulian's ear like a knife, "Lao Zi will drag her from the upper floor, Pack her up like you did. Losing money and eating Lao Tzu's salary every day is as sick as you are! It's not a good thing to do!

Chen Xiulian, like an injured mother beast, suddenly howled at the conductor. She was shaking all over, pulling off the conductor on her ear, falling to the ground, and raising her foot to step hard.

The earth dogs were frightened, wailing and holding their tails, and ran to the corner with bones.

Chen Xiulian shouted her voice dumbly. She gasped and patted her surroundings with red eyes, and finally could not hear He Zhiguo's voice. She randomly opened her wet hair, rushed to the stairs, took a few steps, and opened the lock with shaking hands.

There was a smell in the basement, but Chen Xiulian didn't care, it made her relax. Her hand looked on the wall (Mo) and turned on the light.

The basement is too dirty and there is waste steel everywhere. A grinder was moved, and Chen Xiulian originally wanted to throw it away, but she remembered what Liu Chen reported in the report-the Inspectorate was very powerful, and they could find many clues along the same thing. This grinder was bought by He Zhiguo with money. At that time, there were still debts. Although she burned the debts, she was still full of fear for the unknown inspectorate.

The Inspectorate Bureau arrested many people in the report. Chen Xiulian did not want to be arrested. She had not killed He Zhiguo yet.