Criminal Investigation Notes

In the summer afternoon, various related cases were placed on the desks of everyone in the serious crime team.

The phone calls kept coming and going, and there were many new leads pouring in.

One after another, it was proved that everything was indeed as Su Hui's inference was.

Hidden under the mist is a large-scale serial exchange murder case.

At present, the best starting point is the recent Pang Qinghua carbon murder case. Since the direct murderer left video data, they have followed the clues and determined that the murderer is a student of a vocational high school in Huadu.

This student is called Qin Zhihua, 19 years old this year, in the third grade.

Qin Zhihua had been blackmailed by a group of students before and suffered from depression.

Later, the leader drowned, allowing him to escape from the predicament.

Coincidentally, Luo Wei's vehicle, which appeared in the investigation of the sleeper before, appeared in the monitoring of the night when the person drowned.

So is Luo Wei related to the drowning case?

The police are going to collect all the evidence and gradually collect these people.

In the afternoon, Qiao Ze went out to pick up a stack of documents and came in: "Everyone take the time to fill out a form and hand it in on Friday at the latest."

Qiao Ze sent the information to everyone, only then did everyone realize that it was an annual psychological evaluation form, and this year a new version was used.

After Qiao Ze finished posting, he turned to Su and said, "Consultant Su, someone is looking for you downstairs."

"Looking for me?" Su Hui was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect anyone to come to him, Lu Junchi raised his head and looked this way when he heard this.

"It seems to be from the psychological clinic. Well, he is a very elegant man with glasses." Qiao Zedao described.

Su Hui knew that it was An Yuci who had resigned, but he was also a little surprised why An Yuci suddenly came to him.

Since it was inside the police station and an acquaintance came to look for him, Su Hui took his cane and went downstairs.Lu Junchi didn't follow him either.

When he got downstairs, Su Hui saw An Yuci standing by the side of the flower bed. The man's back looked tall and tall. He said hello: "Doctor An."

An Yuci turned around and said with a professional smile: "Hello, Teacher Su, I'm here to deliver the assessment form to the General Administration today. After the last consultation, I have a question I want to ask you, so I'll drop by today I'm not visiting as a counselor, just as a discussion between friends."

Su Hui sat by the flower bed: "You tell me."

An Yuci adjusted his glasses: "Since last time, I've been thinking about that sentence you said, everyone is their own savior."

Although a long time has passed, An Yuci kept thinking of Su Hui's words repeatedly. He vaguely felt that there would be the answer he was looking for, but he couldn't describe what it was.

Su Hui hummed, he could see that An Yuci was a little confused.

As the saying goes, doctors do not heal themselves. As a psychological counselor, no matter how many related books you have studied, there will always be situations that cannot be applied when encountering everyone's life.

Su thought about it and said: "I always thought that psychological treatment is just a kind of assistance and promotion. It has some effects, but how effective the treatment is depends on each person."

An Yu resigned: "I understand what you said, but it may be because the domestic mental health is not popular enough. I rarely see patients with those mild symptoms who come to us for consultation. Most of the patients who come here are very serious. Yes, it is difficult to help them only with our auxiliary force."

An Yuci sighed and continued: "At this time, the most direct thing we can do is to prescribe medicines for them, but I also know very well in my heart that those medicines treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and many of them are just placebos. Prescribe legal drugs to patients."

"I hope that I can give more help to others, and I will give those visitors more advice that I can give. I will try to get closer to them and help them solve their problems, but I still feel a sense of powerlessness .”

Su Hui could hear An Yuci's helplessness from the words, he explained to him, "Doctor An, I think your idea is good, you are also a very good psychological counselor, you have a very good Empathy and great enthusiasm.”

Having said that, he changed the subject: "However, I think that not all patients want to be rescued, and everyone's needs are different. Some people may just want some immediate solutions, while some patients I just went to talk to you, like me, just want to make sure that I’m on the right path. You can help them at the time, but you can’t follow them out of the consultation room, and you can’t completely change the other person’s life.”

Su thought about it and said: "Just like my profession, we are dealing with murderers and finding out the truth, but the bad guys in this world cannot be caught."

An Yuci nodded: "As a psychiatrist, I also know that it is impossible to save every patient."

Su Hui looked directly at An Yuci. He felt that he didn't understand the meaning of his words, and explained emphatically: "Our profession is more stinging, and we will be exposed to the death of many people. Even if we are exhausted Even if we try our best, we can’t bring all the perpetrators to justice. We can’t save every victim. If you work with the mentality of wanting to save every victim, you may let yourself fall into it, and you may be the last person. It can't be saved either."

An Yuci looked at the pale, thin, but unusually handsome special adviser in front of him.

When Su Hui spoke, his tone was extremely calm, but An Yuci heard something from it.

His brows were slightly frowned. These words were not limited to conversations between patients and doctors, but more like exchanges between industries.

An Yuci thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked Su Hui: "Mr. Su, when I find a person who needs help, and if I don't help, something bad may happen, should I help him or should I stand there?" Waiting for the result."

Su Hui said seriously: "I don't think that not saving does not mean inaction, but invading other people's fate also requires a limit. We must learn to respect everyone's fate and learn what not to do. The measure can only be determined by each person himself. to measure."

When it is impossible to save, respect everyone's fate.

This sentence is easy to say, but difficult to do.

Then Su Hui lowered his head and apologized, "But I have no reason to advise you. I have been trying and learning. Everyone's life is to learn to get along with themselves, learn to get along with others, and learn to get along with the world. .”

An Yuci seemed to understand something, and in his heart, he had some hazy cognition, which was an answer he had never found in those psychology textbooks.

He gratefully said: "Thank you, Mr. Su, your statement is very interesting, it is an angle that I have not considered."

Su Hui hummed: "It's good if I can help you."

In Huadu, the sky gradually darkened.

Fang Jiayue plugged in her earphones and looked at the homework in front of her. The air was hot. The hut she lived in was west sun, only twelve square meters in total. In the evening at the end of summer, it was still like a steamer. She couldn't help taking off her coat and Wearing a camisole.

Mother prepared a meal in the kitchen and brought it over. She only made two dishes in total, and she called Fang Jiayue to eat.

Liao Qinghe answered the phone just after taking two mouthfuls, and stood up anxiously.

Fang Jiayue frowned holding the chopsticks: "Mom, it's late at night, you still have to go out?"

Liao Qinghe said: "Eat well, your grandma has a cerebral hemorrhage and has been sent to the hospital, I have to hurry there."

Fang Jiayue also became nervous: "Then I'll go with you."

Liao Qinghe put on his shoes again and said: "No, your uncle has already gone, and you, a child, can't help."

Fang Jiayue opened her mouth again and stood up: "But Zhang Fumin..."

"He won't be at home for dinner tonight, and he probably won't be back until very late. You lock the door of your room at home, and you go to bed when the time comes. What can happen?" Liao Qinghe said anxiously as she picked up her bag , "Okay, I'm leaving, call me if you have anything to do."

The door was closed, and Fang Jiayue sat back at the table. The house was extremely quiet, and dinner became dull.

She had a quick meal, cleaned up the dishes, brushed the dishes, and then went to take a shower.

Sure enough, Zhang Fumin didn't come back, Fang Jiayue gradually felt relieved, she went inside, locked the door and did her homework for a while.

Suddenly there was a rushing sound outside the window, it was the rain that started to fall suddenly, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, occasionally there was a dull thunder.

Fang Jiayue watched past ten o'clock in the evening, ready to go to bed.

As soon as she was lying on the bed, she heard the door open. Fang Jiayue curled up under the quilt and called out in a low voice, "Mom..."

Then in the darkness, she heard heavy footsteps, and she realized that it was Zhang Fumin who had returned.

The lights were turned off in the room, and it was raining harder and harder outside. The lights were turned on in the living room, and then the TV was turned on. Fang Jiayue's heart was beating, and she closed her eyes again, ready to continue sleeping.

Just then, the door was pushed with a bang.

The hairs all over Fang Jiayue's body almost exploded, and she sat up from the quilt all at once.

She locked the door, and Zhang Fumin couldn't get in.The moment just now was just a test.

Boom, there was another sound, and it was louder than before.

Zhang Fumin's drunken voice came from outside: "Little brat... I know you're not asleep. You fucking open the door for me!"

Fang Jiayue pursed her lips, and quickly got out of bed and put on a school uniform over her pajamas. She hesitated for a while whether to call Liao Qinghe, but in the end she put the phone in her pocket, and then grabbed the table A utility knife on the

The sound of banging on the door became louder and louder, accompanied by Zhang Fumin's scolding voice: "Open the door, open the door for me! You little bastard spends my money every day. I am raising you. It's fine if you don't call me dad. Now Still avoiding me, you can’t even look at me, you are made of gold? Both of you mother and daughter take me for a fool! I don’t do charity!”

There was a thunder outside, and almost at the same time, the door slammed loudly, the lock broke, and the door was knocked open. Zhang Fumin stood at the door, and the strong smell of alcohol instantly permeated the narrow room. .

The man was standing with the backlight, his upper body was naked, and his fat hung down like cream. He was about 1.8 meters tall, like a mountain, blocking the light in the living room.

Zhang Fumin looked at his stepdaughter who was cowering in the corner of the bed, as if looking at a little rabbit who was powerless to resist.

Fang Jiayue held the paper cutter tightly in her hand. She tried to calm herself down, but her voice was trembling: "Zhang Fumin, don't act recklessly, I will call the police if you act recklessly!"

Zhang Fumin looked at her, panting heavily, and then approached step by step: "Call the police? Then you can call the police, what will be the result? How long can they guard you? Forever? Those policemen will treat you obediently." Send it back? Do you have anywhere else to go?"

He was getting more and more dissatisfied just looking at her.

The young girl in front of her was like a flower that was just about to bloom. She was getting mature day by day, but she was still immature. What's more, she was cleaner than those old women.

With a palm-sized face, slender arms, and lotus-root-like legs, he likes the greenness of her body, and the unique smell of girls. It smells like soft peaches, and it seems to be fragrant when touched. overflow.

He and Liao Qinghe met on a blind date. At that time, she was younger and prettier than now. The reason why he finally married her was because when they were sitting in a fast food restaurant chatting, Fang Jiayue came in bouncing from outside, standing upright. Two shofar braids, full of innocence and happiness.

He immediately decided at that time that he wanted to marry the woman in front of him.

Zhang Fumin knew very well in his heart that he had abnormal desires for his stepdaughter, but so what, they were not biological, and the girl was 14 years old.

With such a girl like a fresh fruit by his side, he could only live with Liao Qinghe, that chaffy vegetable. The longer he lived like this, the more unbalanced his heart became.

Liao Qinghe was often sick. He was the main source of income and the pillar of the family. They all depended on him to live, and he supported them.

If he kicked the two girls out, they wouldn't even have a house, and they wouldn't be able to pay their tuition fees.

Family, can she make trouble so that he goes to jail?He has money and can hire a lawyer.At that time, he would say that she seduced him, and that she slept with him voluntarily for pocket money!

Tonight, Liao Qinghe happened to be away, so he had no fear at all!

Thinking of this, he even felt that Fang Jiayue's stubbornness and resistance were very interesting.

Want, want to have her...

Zhang Fumin stared at his prey with red eyes through Jiu Jin, approaching step by step.

Fang Jiayue panicked: "You! Don't come here, I'll kill you if you come here!" She scratched the knife in her hand.

Such a small knife is like a toy in Zhang Fumin's eyes.

"Okay, kill me if you have the ability!" Zhang Fumin walked over crookedly, trying to snatch the knife from her hand.

As soon as Fang Jiayue raised her hand, Zhang Fumin grabbed her wrist. Fang Jiayue followed his movements, lowered her body, and used a weight to hide back. Zhang Fumin held her hand tightly.

At this moment, Fang Jiayue pulled Zhang Fumin with her strength, jumped up like a rabbit, and pushed her knee between Zhang Fumin's legs.

This is a self-defense technique that she wrote down on the Internet, and she never thought that she would use it to this day.

This was a slap in the face, Zhang Fumin was drunk, and didn't realize it, and then let out a scream.

"Little bastard! I'll kill you!" Zhang Fumin cursed and broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He couldn't stand still and fell to his knees all at once.

Fang Jiayue ignored him, jumped over him boldly, turned around and opened the door, and fled desperately outside.

It was raining heavily outside the building, with lightning and thunder. Fang Jiayue was only wearing her pajamas and a school uniform over her. She ran while crying, and the heavy rain soon drenched her. She felt that she was about to drown in the rain.

By the time she realized it, she was already standing on the street and ran two blocks away.

It was pitch black, except for street lamps shining on the wet asphalt.

Although Fang Jiayue ran away from home a few times, those were the times when she was prepared. Now in this darkness, she was drenched, lost and penniless.

Fang Jiayue turned on the phone, only one battery was charged, she panicked all of a sudden.

She dare not go back home, so now, who should she call?

teacher?classmate?But she had already troubled them when she ran away from home, and the parents of those students secretly told their children not to take her in anymore.

The last time she left home, she stayed at a nearby 24-hour bus station for half the night.

Call the police?She suddenly remembered the policeman who left him a call last time.

Fang Jiayue flipped through the address book with trembling hands, trying to find Lu Junchi's contact information.Her fingers suddenly stopped, and she remembered what Zhang Fumin said to her just now.

Will the policeman say that this is a family dispute, as Zhang Fumin said, and send her back?

Then who else can she call?

Call Liao Qinghe?But grandma might still be being rescued, she didn't even know which hospital they were in.

Liao Qinghe couldn't understand her at all. Zhang Fumin didn't meet her, and nothing happened. When the man told her later, it was her fault again. She never wanted to go back to that home.

Fang Jiayue hesitated for a while, thinking of Dr. An, she remembered that he told her that if she had any difficulties, she could find him.

Fang Jiayue cried and dialed the first number on the phone: "Hello..."

"Fang Jiayue? Do you have anything to do?" Dr. An's voice came.

Fang Jiayue cried even louder. She cried and spoke incoherently. She stopped and sobbed from time to time, not sure if she had explained the matter clearly, but a gentle voice came from the opposite side.

"Don't be afraid, I'll pick you up."