Someone has a crush on Forensic Gu

Meng Lan's eyes were full of admiration for Mo Lin. She tried to find topics, and the two of them chatted without saying a word. Although Mo Lin had some work to do, he always maintained an approachable attitude, with a smile on his face. He kept smiling, making him feel that he was in a good mood.

Suddenly, someone moved a stool between the two of them, forcefully squeezed out a seat for himself.

Wang Yue interposed between the two with a hippie smile: "Mr. Mo, Meng Lan, what are you two talking about? You are so active, please share with me..."

Meng Lan instantly lost the desire to speak, made a speechless expression, and then returned to her seat.

Wang Yue's goal was achieved, so he cleared his throat: "Mr. Mo, then I will withdraw too."

"you like her?"

As Mo Lin asked, he lowered his head and wrote, his strokes were vigorous and powerful, and the handwriting sank into the A4 paper like a knife carving.

The butt that had just left the stool sat back again: "Mr. Mo, you can see it, how embarrassing!"

Mo Lin finished writing the last word, closed the pen, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's hard not to see it."

Wang Yue was stunned for a moment: "Am I acting so obvious?"

Mo Lin: "Actually, it's okay. The main reason is that I have occupational diseases."

Wang Yue thought so too. Mr. Mo is an expert in criminal psychology, and he can even guess the mind of a criminal, let alone him.

"Then can you keep it a secret for me for a while...I haven't planned to tell her yet."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything. I can help you if necessary."

"That's good, so I have a bottom line in my heart."

Teacher Mo said that he offered help, so he didn't have to worry about Menglan being snatched away by him.

"Mr. Mo," Wang Yue was still a little embarrassed: "When this case is over, can we have a meal together?"

"You want to ask Menglan?"

Mo Lin had already seen through his thoughts at a glance, so he simply stopped playing around.

Wang Yue nodded with a playful smile: "If you are here, she will definitely go."

"Okay," Mo Lin said, "It happens that I also want to make an appointment with someone."

"That's just right, everyone, who do you want to date, Mr. Mo?"

Mo Lin's eyes fell on Gu Yuan: "He."

"Forensic doctor Gu...may be a bit difficult, after all, he didn't go to the previous two dinner parties."

"It's a bit difficult... so you guys can help me find a way." After all, birthdays can only be celebrated once a year, and I used it last time to ask him to go to the beach.

"Don't worry, Teacher Mo, there are many people and strength is great, we will definitely help you get Gu Yuan out!"

The two of them were chatting happily here, Gu Yuan, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly sneezed, took out a tissue to wipe off, and looked up at the wall clock by the way, it was already time to get off work.

The appointment time for psychological consultation is at 7:[-] pm, and he is going to have a meal first, so that the past time is just right.

Originally, he didn't want to see a psychiatrist, but what happened today was too abnormal for him. This kind of uncertain mood swings caused him a lot of trouble. After much deliberation, he decided to see a psychiatrist. Maybe the psychiatrist can figure out what the problem is.

Floor 99, No. 19, Linyin Road.

After registering his name at the front desk, Gu Yuan sat on the sofa and flipped through Dr. Zhou's personal profile. The resume is quite spectacular, and the column of job titles alone took up half a sheet of paper.

Gu Yuan skipped these, and the last column of the first sheet of paper was marked in bold: In-depth research on personality disorders with emotional deficits.

Gu Yuan didn't know how deep this "deep research" was.

This Dr. Zhou was introduced by his friend Wen Zihan who was far away in the United States. Gu Yuan had no friends, and Wen Zihan was the only one who knew him well.

Soon it was Gu Yuan's turn. Gu Yuan opened the door and walked in. The interior layout is very warm, probably to take care of the counselor's psychological needs. privacy protection.

Under the warm yellow light, there are several spliced ​​yellow fabric sofas, with a white round coffee table in the middle, and a few small green potted plants in the corner of the room. The windows are open and the ventilation is good.

Dr. Zhou was sitting on a single sofa, dressed in casual clothes, looked about 50 years old, wearing glasses, thinning hair, the hairline moved back to the top of the head.

His expression is very kind and makes people feel comfortable. There are two stacks of document bags on the coffee table in front of him. At this moment, he just put one of the materials into the document bag, and then wrote a series of numbers on the cover: No. 898 .

After Gu Yuan entered, he took out a questionnaire: "Hi Mr. Gu, please sit down."

Dr. Zhou handed the questionnaire in front of him: "In order to understand your situation as soon as possible, please fill out a form first."

Gu Yuan is very familiar with the above problems:

Do you have a disturbing, painful experience or memory?Will suddenly feel that the painful experience is happening again?Have disturbing and recurring dreams? ...frequent insomnia, poor interpersonal communication, often feeling distracted...

It took Gu Yuan only half a minute to fill out all the questionnaires. It can be seen that he is very skilled.

After the assessment, Dr. Zhou wrote down in the column of diagnosis: post-traumatic stress disorder.

Immediately afterwards, Dr. Zhou asked a few more questions, and Gu Yuan answered them one by one. Dr. Zhou clearly felt that he was getting impatient.

It often takes a lot of time to collect the background of the consultant. From Gu Yuan's experience, the first step requires at least three consultations. He feels that he is wasting time.

"I just want to ask a question." Gu Yuan interrupted Dr. Zhou.

"What Causes Sudden Transient Stress Responses in People with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

It can be heard that this patient is very professional, so Dr. Zhou thought for a while: "It depends on the circumstances under which it happened, whether it happened to a person, or to an event, or..."

"It should be for one person."

"Is it just this person, or a type of person?"

"A...special person."

"Do you repel him?"

"not against."

"Well, in your case, it is recommended to do a long-term observation. If you don't reject communicating with this person, you can try to increase the contact between you...Maybe there will be a good improvement."

Gu Yuan understood. To find out the reason, he had to do long-term observation.

Dr. Zhou saw that the other party didn't want to stay here for too long, so he handed over his business card: "This is my private phone number. If you are busy, you can also make an appointment for online consultation."

Gu Yuan took the business card and put it in his pocket.

After the consultation, Gu Yuan went home and took a shower, walked through the dark living room with his computer, and sat on a recliner on the balcony to log in to the forum of the depression social networking site.

He entered the expert account, and after logging in, there were more than 30 unread messages in the message bar.

Gu Yuan looked at them one by one, and found that they were all private messages from patients with depression.

Gu Yuan is a free counselor on this forum, but what he is in charge of is not psychological counseling, but "persuading" those who have suicidal thoughts.

Netizens commented on him: the language is sharp and the effect is remarkable.

Knowing that the experts are forensics, people often ask some questions about the dead, such as: What happens to the dead body if you jump from the 18th floor?

Gu Yuan’s reply: If the head hits the ground first, the brain will spray out in a fan shape, or the brain tissue will fall off, the facial bones will be fractured, or the skull base will be fractured, the brain will flow out from the nostrils...

As a result, the other party was so scared that he could only live obediently.

Gu Yuan picked out a few replies, and then found that there was an expert account applying to be a friend.

The other party's online name is: Heitu is here.

Temporary conversation: Here comes the black soil: [Recently, the forum organized an expert exchange meeting, do you want to participate? 】

Here comes the black soil: [Make a friend?I'm a psychology major. 】

Gu Yuan frowned and nodded.

Heitu came: [Hello. 】

Blank box: [Do not participate. 】

Heitu came: [I don't plan to participate either. 】

Gu Yuan didn't want to continue chatting with the other party, so he turned off the computer and prepared to sleep.

As soon as I lay down, I received a message.

Mo Lin: [Good night. 】

Gu Yuan: ...

the next day.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Qiu Yao stayed up all night. His whole body seemed to have shed a layer of skin. His complexion was yellow, his lips were white, and there were obvious red bloodshot eyes.

His spirit was still highly tense, and he seemed to be taken aback when Li Meng entered the interrogation room.

It could be seen that he had been frightened all night and hadn't slept all night.

The stress state of his body was almost to the extreme, and even the slightest movement could stimulate his nerves.

Li Meng dragged the chair away and sat across from him. He didn't intend to speak, he took out a stack of photos from a paper bag and lined them up in front of him.

The first one is a photo of a wooden ladder, and the knife-cut print on the bottom crosspiece has been enlarged for a close-up.

The second one is the water stains on the ground that haven't completely dried up.

The third one is the clothes in the closet

The fourth is the ceiling.

......

These are all photos of Qiu Yao's room, and each photo is a close-up of a certain corner.

There are ten photos in total, the last one is a poster on the bedside table.

Just after Mo Lin finished the video conference, he switched to another computer, which was broadcasting the interrogation of Qiu Yao to him.

Mo Lin observed the subtle changes on the boy's face when he saw these photos, and informed Li Meng through the Bluetooth headset: "There is a problem with the first, fourth, and tenth photos."

The criminal police outside the interrogation immediately contacted the trace inspection team at the scene: "Focus on the wooden ladder, ceiling, and posters."

Yan Ji went to the boy's room, searched for a long time on the ceiling of the room, but found no special traces.

He went to the poster on the bedside and carefully observed it with a laser instrument, but he didn't find anything special.

He had checked the wooden ladder many times, but only found Qiu Yao's blood and some fingerprints on it.

When he was about to reply, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, which made him a little excited.

Along the edge of the poster, he slowly tore off the poster stuck on the wooden wall, and the picture in front of him made his hairs stand on end!

I saw a bright red bloody palm print on the wooden wall!

How could there be blood palm prints here?

If he hadn't tore up the poster on a whim, how long this palm print would have been hidden!

Yan Ji reported the discovery immediately, and then extracted the fingerprints of the palm print and the scrapings of part of the wall for inspection.