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Song Zhuo's mentor led a research project related to criminal psychology. This project was to observe and collect some criminals' psychological data, and Song Zhuo came to the Public Security Bureau today for the murderer of a serial murder case.

Two months ago, a serial murder case occurred in Bishui City. Within a week, three girls in their 20s were shot to death one after another on a rainy night.

After the efforts of the Bishui City police, the murder case was quickly solved. The murderer was Wu Jiajun, who was the boyfriend of the three victims.

After being arrested, Wu Jiajun confessed how he found the prey, how he had sex with three people at the same time, and how he killed them. The police thought that this case would bring the murderer to justice, but they didn't expect that Wu Jiajun didn't know where he came from. Got a psychiatric diagnosis.

Just when he was very likely to receive a light sentence due to mental illness, it was Song Zhuo's mentor who re-given the authoritative judicial psychological appraisal, which made him completely lose the chance of exoneration.

Wu Jiajun's verdict came down yesterday, and Song Zhuo came today to collect relevant psychological information on him before he was sent to prison to serve his sentence.

After Song Zhuo met Wu Jiajun, he came to the Second Criminal Police Team.

Shen Lv brought a dozen or so people under his command, and the others should have been sent out to the field. There are only three or four people left in the office, but they are all busy, their feet are not touching the ground, and no one has time to come in Song Zhuo.

"There is nothing on the victim that can prove her identity. The forensic doctor said that her fingerprints have been smoothed in advance, and there is no matching information in the DNA library. The most important thing now is to determine the identity of the victim. In this way, you can Compare the missing women in the whole city, no, the whole province once."

Shen Lu took a deep breath of the cigarette irritably, then stubbed it out heavily in the ashtray, "This bastard is very thoughtful, I don't want to be the first time to commit a crime, you let Xiao Li and the others unsolve similar cases that have not been solved in the past ten years Check it out and compare."

Song Zhuo walked to the door of Shen Lv's office and heard that he was discussing the case with a small policeman. He knocked on the door and made a gesture before finding a chair to sit on.

Shen Lu glared at him, and explained something else to the little policeman. After the little policeman went out, Shen Lu rubbed his temples, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see Wu Jiaqi. I've checked since morning? Have you eaten yet?"

"What else do you eat! Do you think that Bishui City has committed some evil this year? How many times have you committed in these few months?"

"I don't know if it's a crime or not, but there may be a hidden connection between these cases."

Shen Luben was just anxious to complain, after all, Wu Jiajun was arrested and the case was closed.But now that he heard Song Zhuo's serious statement, he couldn't help becoming vigilant.

"What do you mean?"

"When I went to see Wu Jiajun, he said a word for no reason."

"what?"

"Water will come again."

Because of the case, Shen Lv has to sleep at work recently.After Song Zhuo ordered him a takeaway, he left the Public Security Bureau and went home.

Song Zhuo is a native of Bishui. His hometown was originally in the North District of Bishui City. The area was demolished a few years ago. The Song family's garden was already large, and they received a lot of demolition fees and lost three houses.

Now, one of the three houses is lived by Song Zhuo’s parents, one is rented out, and the other is smaller. The one near the consultation room is the house where Song Zhuo lives now.

Song Zhuo's parents often went out to play since they retired, and later they simply opened an inn on a sea island, and seldom returned to Bishui City.

The community Song Zhuo lives in now is called Mingjing Garden, which is a relatively high-end real estate in the East District. He lives on the 32nd floor, with one elevator and one household, three bedrooms and one living room. The design is high and spacious.

It's just that the decoration of his house is extremely simple, and there are few things, so it seems unpopular and deserted.

But Song Zhuo just likes this feeling. He likes to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room every day and watch the lights of the whole city dim.

In this city, in this world, there are many things happening in every corner, every moment, Song Zhuo looks at them, but only looks at them.

The security of the community where Song Zhuo's family is located is very good, and there has never been any illegal incidents.

But when Song Zhuo went home today and pressed the password to open the door, he always had the feeling that his home had been invaded.

It's just that he went around the house and didn't find any strange traces. He just found that someone hung something behind the gate of his house and on the ceiling light in the living room.

A pouch containing charms, and a mahogany sword.

Song Zhuo looked at these two incompatible things, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then took off his glasses. He didn't pay too much attention to these two uninvited guests, but he didn't take them off either.

On the second day, Song Zhuo went to the Public Security Bureau again. Today was not because of business. He was just free to deliver lunch to the second captain. It would be even better if he could listen to the progress of the case by the way.

When Song Zhuo arrived at the office of the second team, a young comrade in plain clothes escorted him in.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that it is a person.

The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall even with a stooped body. He was too burly, with a hulking back, like a strong gorilla.

He should be a man, his hair seems to have not been cleaned and cleaned since birth, and the strands are intricately knotted on his head, with straw and garbage entangled in the middle.

The clothes and shoes on his body were unknowingly found out from that trash can, and they hung on his body in dilapidated condition.

Song Zhuo looked at him, and didn't feel any emotion flashing in his always indifferent eyes.

"team leader."

The little comrade smiled and greeted Shen Lv, who was holding a lunch box in his hand, "This idiot made trouble on Dongsu Street again at noon. I worked all day to catch him. I haven't eaten yet."

"I got it, I got it, I'll order takeaways for everyone." Shen Lv hid Song Zhuo's lunch box without a trace, patted the head of the little comrade, and had a big or small fight with them, and took it as he spoke. I took out my mobile phone and ordered the restaurant I usually eat.

Then he said, "This is the idiot who often makes troubles and beats people in Zajing District? What's the matter, the idiot is also under the supervision of the Criminal Police Team now? How busy are we all, you still have time to meddle in this nosy business?"

"Didn't the director himself call me to go? I can't disobey the leader's orders?"

"Old Zhou still cares about this?"

"Isn't it because this kid beat the wife of our city's tourism bureau chief today, Zhou Bureau asked me to bring him back to the team first, and send him to the mental hospital in the west of the city when he has time."

"Oh."

Shen Lv nodded and let the little comrade escort him away,

He also took Song Zhuo into the inner office.

Shen Lv's office is a small room separated from the big office. The door is never closed, except that there is no need to give way to others at any time, and it is not much different from sitting outside.

Shen Lv tidied up a corner of the desk covered with files and put down the lunch box. While stuffing dumplings, he said to Song Zhuo, "Why do you say that you are a psychiatrist who goes to the police station every day? If you are really interested in criminal minds, then Why don't you go to the police academy? If you really pass the police academy, you can still follow your mentor, and you don't have to ask me for news every day now, forcing me to violate discipline."

Song Zhuoyuan was still recalling the way that fool looked at him. Under the messy hair, there was a pair of cloudy eyes hidden, as if they were covered by something, or they were not primate eyes at all. The dementia has reached the extreme, but suddenly there will be a trace of bloodthirsty primitive ruthlessness.

It wasn't until he heard Shen Lu lightly tap on the table in front of him that he said unhurriedly, "I failed the physical fitness test."

Shen Lu spat softly, "Fart, you just have that curiosity, but you don't have the guts, and you don't want to take that responsibility. I don't know you yet?"

Song Zhuo touched his glasses noncommittally.

"Forget it, because you are a police consultant student, I will make an exception and tell you. After two days of investigation, we finally..."

Under Song Zhuo's seeking gaze, Shen Lv stuffed the last dumpling, "There's no progress~~ It's fine, you go back quickly, I'm going to be busy again."

Saying that, Shen Lv packed the lunch box and returned it to Song Zhuo, and pushed him out of the door.

Song Zhuo patted the hand on his shoulder away in disgust, and said simply, "Farewell."

It was also at this moment that Shen Lu's phone rang.

When Song Zhuo was leaving, he just heard him say on the phone, "Blind date again? Mom, I'm very busy with work, and I have a big case recently, so I really don't have time. Besides, Qingzi just got married, and I Don't force me if you haven't come out of the emotional pain yet. Okay, okay, I'm working..."

Use Ye Qingzi as a shield again!Shen Lu really hasn't improved at all in the past few years.

On Friday, Song Zhuo arrived at the consultation center at 09:30 as usual. The little girl at the front desk made a cup of tea and sent it to his office with a smile.

"Thank you." Song Zhuo said politely.

The little girl at the front desk is called Hua Yan. She is very pretty and good-looking. She also understands etiquette and rules.

This little girl is pretty good at that, just one thing, she is a senior rotten girl, and she likes to match with him when she sees a handsome guy.

In this regard, Song Zhuo often feels lucky. Because of his rustic appearance, he has escaped the clutches of the little rotten girl.

It's just that, although he won't be included in the CP, he still wants to listen to Hua Yan's YY others, who told this girl to make coffee so delicious.

"Doctor Song, your little brother on Wednesday is so handsome, I heard he is a painter."

Song Zhuo took a sip of tea and thought to himself: My little brother on Wednesday, why are you talking so strangely?

Regardless of Song Zhuo's indifferent reaction, Hua Yan continued to chatter.

"That little brother's face is based on my aesthetic point. This is exactly what I imagined. It's a little bit of literary luxury, hehehe."

Song Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when she heard what offenses and sufferings she was talking about. He looked at his watch, "It's almost time for work, why don't you go to the front desk to watch?"

Hua Yan looked at the clock on the wall, it was 48:[-].

"I'm going out. But, don't believe me, I'm absolutely right this time. The little red string on the little brother's wrist is the LGBT limited edition released by Wanxiwei on Valentine's Day this year."