cry of a butterfly

"Mr. Russell, this way, please."

From Atlanta to Geneva, from Paris to Hannover, after two months of charter flight, Maxime Roseller promised to come to this city.

The venue of the lecture was temporarily changed to the conference center of the five-star hotel where he lived, because the long-time flight and teaching lectures in various cities made this criminal psychology expert in his sixties suffer from migraines and his temper became more violent. Previous capriciousness.

He also required that all senior police officers listening to the speech must wear blue and black uniforms, and caps, ties, police rank epaulets, badges, etc. are all essential.

The teaching lecture started at ten o'clock, and when Chu Hua hurried to the hotel, he was almost late.He was entangled by a fat girl with glasses in the computer data unit, and he was able to get rid of it with great difficulty-this month he has lived like a year, in addition to dealing with extremely boring data, he also has to deal with passionate pussy and behavior fuck sissies.

The absolute dominance of the number of people in the data set is women. Of course, they are all obsessed with Chu Hua, and hang around him in groups all day long—from the great homicide squad, young and handsome, with extraordinary skills, compared to those around him. Those guys who are always dumbfounded are like people who are used to seeing rubble bungalows, and suddenly saw the sharp pointed coupons and gorgeous niches.

"Where are my clothes?"

Mr. Detective, always dressed casually, took the uniform, tie and fake police rank epaulettes from his partner, and put them on in the hall.

Tu Yuming handed the miniature headset to the other party, winked and said, "Remember to open it, I also want to check if your new boyfriend is talking nonsense."

Before Mr. Detective could react, the clock in the hall rang the hour.Grabbing the police cap that his partner had kept in his hands, Chu Hua cursed "Damn it" before turning around and rushing to the venue.

Suddenly, he turned back a few steps and came back.He opened a pair of clear and wet eyes, and said pitifully, "I'm so hungry."

Tu Yuming rolled his eyes and cursed, then pointed to the hat in the opponent's hand, "It's inside."

It was only then that Chu Hua noticed that there was a greaseproof paper bag in the pocket of the police cap, which should have contained his favorite buttery hot dog.

"I knew you loved me to death!" While speaking, Chu Hua turned and ran away impatiently, but she still didn't forget to look back, and blew a kiss to her partner coquettishly.

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The speech begins on time.Although he tried his best not to attract attention, and immediately walked to the back row along the side corridor after entering the arena, the young police detective still attracted the unrelenting eyes of everyone in the audience like chasing lights.Han Xiao in the first row glared at Chu Hua, as if blaming him for coming with such an earth-shattering posture, who was not qualified to enter the arena.

Roseller, who was interrupted, looked ashen, staring at the young man with half a hot dog bun in his mouth, and spoke again after a full 5-minute pause——

"I just talked about my new book, has anyone read it?" After a pause, this weird old man picked up a pointer-like thing and pushed down the podium, "Raise your noble hands!"

Almost all the senior police officers present raised their hands.

Except for Chu Hua.Sitting in the last row, he frowned slightly and watched the field.In the past, these well-dressed people with shiny police badges seemed to him to be just posturing, and the word "reading" was usually defined by them as "reading casually when they have nothing to do".

But it's different now.He came here not only to listen and learn, but also to solve the case.

That guy had let him live, so they must have known each other, so it is very likely that he is sitting among this group of successful policemen at this moment.Being in such close contact with the "Raincoat Killer" made Chu Hua's palms sweat, his muscles tense, and he even faintly felt that it was difficult to breathe evenly—even though there were still as many as 200 people here.

"Very good." The white-haired and white-browed old man had a pale face, but his limbs were as strong as a young man's.He has this tough, cowboy-like face, even though his forehead and mouth are covered with weather-beaten lines.His gray eyebrows were always furrowed in a worrying posture, and his gray-blue eyes gave him a murderous look beyond his age. He nodded in satisfaction, and the corners of his stern smile moved accordingly, "The ones on your shoulders?" Your rank is a testament to your excellence, and those lower-ranking officers don't care about anything but speed, whores, drunkenness, and junk food."

"Hey, is that old man referring to you?" Tu Yuming, who heard through the miniature headset, laughed.

"Shut up! I can feel that guy is in the arena." The young police detective pouted with his face turned slightly, dissatisfied with what he said just now, but he didn't know that his expression was revealed at this moment. It has been captured by Rosseler.

"Can someone repeat the quotation on the title page verbatim?" the old man before the projection asked again.

More than [-]% of senior police officers still raised their hands.

"Can someone analyze the psychological profile of the criminal in the eighth case in the book for me?"

Less than [-]% of the people still raised their hands.

"Does anyone remember how many times in the book the theory that 'emotional development in childhood will infiltrate psychological cues in adulthood'?"

Very few people raised their hands.

Rosselle took a few steps, pointed to one of the people who raised his hand, and asked, "How many times?"

The man who got up was Duhak, the chief of the crime control department, with the rank of captain.Because Rosselle walked into the field, Duhak, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and spoke to him—and Chu Hua, who was in the back row, was able to look at his appearance because he was over six feet tall and had regular features.The captain raised his slightly tough jaw, and answered very proudly, "Six times."

When he spoke, his nostrils fluttered slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, his eyelashes and pupils sparkled, and he seemed to be overflowing with pride uncontrollably.

"Could it be him?" Tu Yuming asked through the tiny headset.

"Impossible. That bastard who never left any clues even if he committed crimes on the street will never allow himself to make mistakes in public." Chu Hua moved his lips quietly, "The answer is seven times."

"I hope you won't remember the number of times you ejaculated in a week." He waved the pointer casually, signaling the disgraced captain to sit down.Then the old man walked up and down a few steps, and asked again, "Who can tell me which pages and paragraphs the seven expositions of the same theory appear in the book?"

Not a single hand was raised.

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After a long silence, Rosselle walked back to the podium again.The gray-blue eyes scanned the audience, and said in a contemptuous and sarcastic tone, "Look! This is our elite!"

"Hey! Do you know which pages it is—uh..." After a suspicious and muffled cry, Tu Yuming, who had been chattering all the time, suddenly fell silent.

"Hey! Hey! What's the matter with you kid?" Chu Hua asked a few times in a low voice and eagerly, but was suddenly attracted by Rosselle's next words.

He begins his criminal profiling of "The Raincoat Killer."

"In this case, we already know the killer's physique, gender and a more absurd killing mode. It seems that it is not easy to complete the case by relying on these alone, but in fact we have learned far more than we thought." A rhythm After a proper pause, a photo of the deceased in the "Raincoat Killer Case" appeared on the projection screen. Rosselle continued, "Pervert killers often have a process from being violated to harming others. They often inflict others on themselves. Inflicting the pain on others in the same way in exchange for a temporary peace of mind..."

Chu Hua listened carefully, Rosseler mentioned the self-defense mechanism, Freud's "castration complex", and the paranoid psychosis with split personality... It was almost the same as what Compar said Not bad.

But the criminal psychologist did not mention the genital symbol in the anthropological sense, or that his understanding of this symbol was very different from that of a mentally ill man.

"The fact that he didn't leave any unfavorable information such as blood, fingerprints, hair fibers, etc. after committing the crime, not only shows that he is cold-blooded and cruel but not speculative, but also shows that he either has experience in multiple crimes, or is very familiar with criminal investigation... ..." Rosseler, who used to be a police detective, is used to deconstructing criminals from the field he is better at. He said, "He may be a low-level police officer who is single, low-key and reticent, but has always fantasized about strengthening his 'patriarchal beliefs'. It may also be a court clerk who is obsessed with criminal cases hyped up by various media all day long but himself is unknown..."

Hearing this, Chu Hua couldn't help frowning, the balance in his heart had already been skewed, and of course it was reflected on his face.

Rosseler saw it again.

"Please stand up!" The old man pointed in the direction of the young police detective with a pointer, and fixed his gray-blue eyes on the other's eyes, and said, "You don't agree with my 'profile', yes ?"

Chu Hua had no choice but to stand up like a student who made a mistake under the contemptuous eyes of the audience, heaved a sigh of relief, and decided to temporarily put aside his reverence for idols and answer truthfully, "Yes, I don't agree."

Walking in front of the other party, Rosselle asked disapprovingly, "So, do you think you can refute me?"

"I can't..." He really couldn't, despite his conviction that he had the truth.In front of this old man who is so knowledgeable that he seems to embrace the universe, the young police detective suddenly becomes a toddler with blurred vision.

It is not enough to uncover the confusing truth without a full stomach, just like the early morning fog in this city, which cannot be lifted with bare hands.

"How dare you!" Rosseler no longer suppressed the anger he had accumulated towards this young man from the very beginning, and humiliated him loudly, "Being late for important occasions proves that you have always been slack, and your hobby of junk food proves that you can get by, and I Your whispering during the speech further proves that you are an ignorant idiot who can't understand anything... How dare a person like you question my 'profile'!"

The gazes around him were crackling, like a dagger piercing the skin, and he had never felt so ashamed like this moment.

"Even your fake epaulettes are so inferior!" Roselle pressed on every step, tore off Chu Hua's police rank epaulets, and said with a sneer, "Tell me, who are you, which department are you from, and who allowed you to Into the field?!"

Chu Hua glanced at where his lover was, but Han Xiao kept his back straight and faced him, as if he was indifferent to everything that happened.

"My name is Chu Hua. I sneaked in." Biting her lower lip, she finally mustered up the courage to answer, "I'm from...from the computer data group..."

"He's still a civil servant!" Rosselle laughed loudly, "He's still a civil servant who spends all day chatting with women!"

The audience also roared with laughter.

Chu Hua found that Han Xiao still hadn't looked back.He turned his face sideways and laughed with the people beside him, separated from himself by a gap.

He stared blankly at his lover's back for a long time, and he couldn't deny that his wishful thinking over the years was ridiculous.

"Okay, please leave now." The white-haired old man returned to the podium, stared straight at the young man who had been ridiculed enough by him, and said politely, "If you don't want to leave, just say something What contradicts me; if you can't, I'll have to ask someone to 'please' you out."

Days of unhappiness and frustration came together, and he tied his hands, no longer spoke, and no longer had the strength to speak.The young police detective walked slowly outside the door with his head down, scolding himself in his heart: You are like a fucking dog in water now!

As soon as his hand touched the door, a voice suddenly came from the tiny headset——

"Just go away, not like you."

The voice was deep and slightly hoarse, although there was no ups and downs in pitch, it sounded particularly lazy and pleasant.

"You...how is it you..." Chu Hua froze on the spot, his eyes widened in shock and asked in a daze, "Where is Tu Yuming!"

"He fell asleep."

"You hypnotized him?!"

"No, I used isoflurane," Compaq chuckled softly, "that would be easier."