Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Ever since entering the novel, Yang Qingshui felt like a liar from time to time, especially at this moment.

The Great Hall of Takahashi University is built according to the specifications of a grand theater, with a golden dome roof and surrounded by a circular auditorium. Every sentence of Yang Qingshui's nonsense is full of particles, sonorous and powerful, full of shocking power, and the sound waves seem to bounce back. There were no seats left, and pairs of adoring or contemplative eyes looked at Yang Qingshui, and some people were taking notes, thinking about how many times he raised his head and told some cold jokes in the opening minutes, and what his intentions were.This kind of treatment is not enough for the top MLM leaders.

"In the eyes of the public, you are both mysterious and high-profile. No matter how busy you are, you can't find your life history after searching the Internet. Although some people claim to be your old classmates or neighbors, no one can provide you. Old photos or According to past information, we know almost nothing about your origin and origin. At the same time, you seem to be an addicted to social networking—” the host Yi Yang said here, a low laugh came from the audience, he He paused with a smile, "It seems that everyone knows you very well. Since mid-February, you have been 'live-streaming investigations' on social networking sites, revealing the secrets of celebrities every now and then..."

Yesterday, Yang Qingshui posted a post listing the mistresses of a certain geomancy master in the city, and also revealed that the master liked "plastic toys" in his boudoir. This time, the audience laughed even louder.At this time, Yi Yang looked at Yang Qingshui and asked, "Are you deliberately creating a contradictory public image?"

Like all the well-dressed liars, Yang Qingshui smiled unfathomably, "I really want to answer this question, but today's lecture is about criminal psychology, and my original mental journey is not suitable here."

Yi Yang didn't pursue the question, but asked along the topic: "Yes, you are a private detective by profession, which means that your knowledge of criminals comes from work?"

It comes from creation...Yang Qingshui really wanted to answer like this, but still nodded: "I think so."

Yi Yang: "The general public has misconceptions about this profession. There are many "traitor catching squads" and "paparazzi"." As he spoke, he deliberately looked at Yang Qingshui. "You are wearing a windbreaker today, squatting in a minivan It should be inconvenient to follow, right?"

Yang Qingshui said: "Maybe everyone thinks that crimes are different from general decency cases. In fact, except for extreme cases, criminal psychology is the study of human psychology. Criminals who cross the line for adultery or commit murders, they get There is not much difference in the pleasure in essence, some fools will think that only terrible cases are worth spending effort to pursue, but this satisfies the despicable vanity of the vicious, for me, cockroaches are just cockroaches." After he finished speaking, he turned his head, Look at Yi Yang.

Yi Yang's smile restrained a little, and he asked: "It's Detective Yang's slanted remarks that made the public pay attention to you. May I ask if you have any really constructive theories or methodologies that you can share with our students and teachers? ?”

Yang Qingshui said, "Explaining the case requires an actual 'corpse' just like dissecting it. Why don't I give a case so that all the audience watching the live broadcast can think and discuss with the audience to understand a method of criminal psychology."

Yi Yang was a little unexpected, there was no such content in the script, and the guy in front of him was completely out of control, so he said: "It's just a matter of time, why not save it for the next time, now we—"

There were students shouting and hissing in the audience, the director raised his finger at him, Yi Yang gritted his teeth, squeezed out a little smile, and said, "Since everyone is interested, please ask Detective Yang to teach us."

Yang Qingshui leaned back on the sofa seat, thinking? Thinking, "Where should I start? Or should I tell a story first, the story of a 29-inch trolley case——"

In July, the hottest day in Takahashi City, the man jogged in the morning along the sidewalk along the coast as usual. In the windless morning, he was so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing. , people here pride themselves on being civilized, and they take out the trash easily. He held his breath in disgust, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted by a purple trolley case.

The box must be full of things, the outer layer of leather is bulging, and the zipper is stretched open, revealing an opening the size of a human head, but the distance is a bit far, so I can't see what's inside.

When turning back and running, the man couldn't hold back his curiosity, turned down the beach under the sightseeing fence, and walked towards the box.

The surroundings were silent, and the closer the man got, the more his heart beat faster. Who would be so bored as to just put some garbage on the box and throw it into the sea, there must be something in it.Three or five steps away, he didn't dare to get closer, an ominous premonition rose from his heart, but he was unwilling to just walk back like this.

He knelt down and looked through the zipper opening, but he still couldn't see clearly. He leaned closer and let in the faint light from the sunlight. A pale face emerged from the depths of the darkness, his pupils were wide open, and he stared at it. look at him.

Half an hour later, the police arrived after receiving the report, and the body was collected and sent to the public mortuary. Three days later, the identity of the deceased was confirmed. It was Pan Xiaoai, a female publicist who worked at the Mingdu Club, and she was actually a desk lady who provided erotic services.

After Yang Qingshui finished talking about the background of the victim, some students raised their hands and said, "I remember she was one of the victims of the serial murders in the Eastern District?"

Yang Qingshui: "That's right. I want to start from here and introduce a few characteristics that a murderer who commits a serial murder case will generally have. Everyone should have an impression of the serial murder case in the Eastern District. Can anyone summarize it? Common features?" After a while, someone raised his hand, and the staff handed over the microphone.

The notorious murder case, there is no lack of inductive analysis data on the Internet, the student turned on the phone, "All the victims are..." He chose the wording, "Women in the sex industry, when they were killed, their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were also tortured. Aggression and obscenity of varying degrees."

The audience fell silent.Yang Qingshui swept the audience around the stage, "Students who feel that it is too cold-blooded to discuss the tragedy publicly can leave."

After waiting for a while, he continued to ask, "Can anyone tell me the fatal causes of all the victims?"

The student said, "Most of them cut their throats or strangled them and then let them bleed."

A female student questioned from the seat: "The murderer, He Sen, has been shot dead in the arrest operation. It has been six or seven years since the case was over. Doesn't it feel like an afterthought to use this case analysis? And in front of the live broadcast camera If you analyze the murderer's method of committing the crime in detail, aren't you afraid that someone will imitate the crime?"

Yang Qingshui didn't seem to hear it, and continued: "What is the cause of Pan Xiaoai's death?"

"...Strangle to death." The man replied.

Yang Qingshui stood up and looked at the control room on the second floor. The staff who received the instruction replaced the projected screen with the prepared files, "The body of Pan Xiaoai, the sixth victim of the homicide, was found in August seven years ago. She was discovered on the 8th, and according to the stiffness of her body and the degree of digestion of food in her stomach, the time of her death was between 12:[-] and [-]:[-] on the night of August [-]th."

At this time, there were sporadic crackling sounds of folding chairs being put away, and someone protested that he had left the venue to continue the discussion.

"According to the forensic examination, the fatal injury was neck suffocation, and she was strangled to death. The scene was cleaned up very cleanly, and no DNA related to the murderer was found. Unlike other victims, the murderer did not cut his throat this time, and there were almost No trace of blood."

Someone raised his hand at the scene and said, "No, the throat of the third victim was not cut either."

Yang Qingshui shook his head, "The reason why the third victim didn't cut his throat was because the murderer's movement caught the attention of the farmer, and he fled the scene before he could dispose of the body."

Yi Yang said: "Maybe that guy realized his conscience, or he didn't have enough time like the third victim, so the murderer didn't do anything to insult the corpse anymore?"

"Conscience is impossible to discover." Yang Qingshui walked to the edge of the stage, trying to make his words sound more convincing, "People who take torture and killing as pleasure have no morals, and they will only commit more and more cruel crimes. , to satisfy a higher pleasure threshold, and as for time, the fact that the murderer has time to stuff the dead into the suitcase and sink the body proves that time is not a problem.”

Listening to Yang Qingshui's statement, the people staying in the auditorium gradually fell into thinking about the case. They seemed to be in a seven-year period standing in the distance watching the murderer put the body into the suitcase, trying to answer the question contradictions in.

"Could it be that victim No. [-] was not killed by He Sen, and someone imitated the crime?" said the middle-aged man sitting in the front row. The sudden voice attracted all the attention. He held up the mirror frame sheepishly, "I guessed."