sixteen months ago.
At night, the night sky is dark blue, and the moonlight is like a flower.
In the Huadu Anhua Music Center, amidst the thunderous applause of the audience, a musical event is approaching its curtain call.
Everyone was immersed in the performance just now, the crowd at the front desk was bustling out, and the backstage was also messy.
Zhuang Xueyi performed a violin solo tonight. She was the focus of the audience. The performance was a great success. Many actors came to congratulate her.
Zhuang Xueyi smiled and faced each other. She was in her 40s this year. She was middle-aged, and her figure and appearance were well maintained, making it impossible to tell her actual age. She was wearing a silver dress today, which would have the sheen of fish scales under the light, and some fish scales were attached to the corners of her eyes as decorations, making her look like a beautiful mermaid.
Clothes and makeup are very cumbersome, and it takes a lot of time to remove makeup, especially those scales, which are very difficult to remove.
After all the scales were removed, Zhuang Xueyi looked at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't be happy, her age will always get old, and she will step off this stage one day.
No successor, this is the failure of her life, the biggest tragedy.
Her husband died early, and she raised her daughter with hardships and hardships by herself. She was looking forward to being able to appear on this stage with her daughter, she thought she would love this stage too, but she screwed everything up.
After that incident, the relationship between their mother and daughter dropped to zero.
After all, she has not heard from Liu Mengying for more than a month.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the backstage was already empty, and it was extremely quiet. When Zhuang Xueyi changed her clothes and came out, a young man suddenly walked up to her from the backstage holding a bunch of flowers.
He asked nervously, "Hello Mr. Zhuang, I like your performance very much, can you sign me?"
Playing the violin all the year round, Zhuang Xueyi also has a group of fans of her own.
"Have you been waiting here?" Zhuang Xueyi asked.
"Well, I hope to see you." The man said, his voice was gentle and pleasant.
Zhuang Xueyi apologized a little: "Then you waited a long time?" She took the pen and photo in his hand, signed it, and then took the bouquet of flowers.
"It's worth waiting for a long time." The man took the photo and put it in his pocket: "Thank you." Then he mentioned Zhuang Xueyi's performance tonight, saying that the last song was perfect.
Zhuang Xueyi responded casually, but was very happy in her heart.
The man and Zhuang Xueyi walked down the steps in the backstage together, seemingly casually mentioning: "I heard from others that your daughter used to be in this band."
The topic suddenly turned to her daughter. Zhuang Xueyi's footsteps stopped, and her expression suddenly changed. She looked back at him a little unhappily: "Don't mention that unfilial daughter to me, I have nothing to do with her."
The man was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Zhuang..."
"That's a selfish kid, you know what she's done, she's ruined her artistic career, and she's ruined my dreams! I can't keep my head up here."
Thinking of the moment Liu Mengying cut off her fingers on the stage, Zhuang Xueyi was so angry that her whole body was shaking.
Yes, she was not distressed, but felt more angry.
The man stopped...
Zhuang Xueyi's original eyes instantly cooled down. She stood at the entrance of the stairs of the safe passage and looked at him vigilantly. The man in front of her didn't look like an ordinary fan: "Isn't that little **** who asked you to come?"
The man frowned slightly, wanting to argue a few words for his patient: "Liu Mengying... she's not like that."
"Oh, it really has something to do with Liu Mengying, is the money running out?" Zhuang Xueyi's face drooped down, and she didn't like the man in front of her, she cursed maliciously, "I won't give her any more points. Qian, I wish she died outside!"
How can there be such a mother?
Using her own behavior and so-called dreams to draw scars on her daughter, forcing her to go crazy, she is still saying these stinging words.
At that moment, the man felt a flame in his heart, and the flame was steaming up. The rolling flames covered his eyes. He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.
When he woke up, the man saw Zhuang Xueyi lying on the bottom floor of the stairwell.
At that moment, as if the clock had been pressed the pause button, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and only the two of them existed in this dark corner.
Zhuang Xueyi's eyes were still half-open, and bright red blood silently spread out from under her head, gradually dyeing the white carnation flowers under her body red.
The man looked around and saw that there was no one around. He quickly got out of the safe passage, walked out of the theater, and merged into the crowd.
The hustle and bustle is finally back.
The man lowered his head, sorting out his thoughts, there is the backstage, the safe passage, there is no monitoring, it is too late now...
She might just be hurt, maybe not dead.
She fell by herself, he didn't touch her...
But did she fall by herself?
He looked down at his hands, his fingers shaking uncontrollably.
The memory emerged little by little, he pushed it down... He could recall the warmth when his hand touched the woman's back, and then he exerted a little force...
He couldn't make a distress call, so everyone would know he did it.
His chest was stuffy and nervous, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He recalled the woman in the stairwell, the blood under her body, and the tension even made him want to vomit...
Damn that woman...she's damn...
He kept meditating, stretching his fingers repeatedly.
But the feeling of killing someone with his own hands is really not very good, and he doesn't want to try it a second time...
Murder is too easy.
The distance between life and death turned out to be only twenty-two steps away.
No, it's not killing people, he's saving people.
This woman is not dead, Liu Mengying is dead.
If she had known all this, she would have forgiven him too.
The man was about to take a taxi, but suddenly remembered something, the pen he signed just now...
It seems that Zhuang Xueyi didn't return it to him...
Sixteen months later, Huacheng Bureau.
The ambulance quickly rushed downstairs, and Qin Zhihua was hurriedly carried away by the medical staff. Since he had been poisoned for some time, he was not out of danger. He did not know whether he could be rescued. Zheng Bai followed him to the hospital.
Su Hui washed his hands, calmed down, and returned to the serious crime team.
He didn't dare to relax his vigilance, everything seemed like a domino being pushed, and he didn't know what kind of chain reaction would come next.
Qu Ming looked at the computer report: "Consultant Su, I asked the florist to send me information. Sixteen months ago, the bouquet of carnations was purchased with Alipay. The owner provided the account, and I immediately Apply for permission and adjust your real name."
The flowers sold by the flower shop will be recorded. It was a small flower shop, and only this bunch of carnations was sold that day.
Su Hui glanced at the words on Alipay, which was a string of mailboxes combining English and numbers.
Before the real-name results could be retrieved, Xia Mingxi turned back and said, "Consultant Su, something happened, the team that tracked Liu Mengying found Liu Mengying, she is now on the top floor of a commercial building in the city center, and both the fire department and the police are there. rush over."
Now that Lu Jun is gone, Su Hui has obviously become the person with the highest position here. Everyone is nervous, waiting for his decision.
Su Hui frowned: "How far is it from here?"
Qu Ming looked at the map and said, "It's not too far, about six or seven minutes' drive."
Su Hui made a quick decision: "Qu Ming, send me there, Xia Mingxi, notify the army as soon as possible."
He and Qu Ming went downstairs as fast as possible. When Su Hui was about to get into the car with a cane, Lu Junchi's phone call came in, and he hurriedly picked it up.
Lu Junchi hurriedly said: "Su Hui, I've heard about the situation. I'm a little farther away. It will take about 20 minutes to get to Liu Mengying's side."
Su Hui coughed a few times and said, "I see. I'm rushing over. She's still standing on the top floor, which means we have a chance. I'll try my best to hold her back."
"You must pay attention to safety!" After hearing this, Lu Jun felt his chest tighten for a while.
"I'm here to save people, not to jump off the building. Qu Ming is also following." Su Hui spoke quickly, but his tone and expression were still very indifferent.
Lu Junchi: "I didn't expect that when things developed to this point, they did these things in order to silence..."
Su Hui recalled the sense of despair when Qin Zhihua held his hand just now, but in his heart, all the truth gradually became clear: "their actions now are to protect the people behind them. I think they may It was implied by misinformation, bewitched, or even hypnotized, and wanted to kill his exposed accomplices..."
Lu Junchi frowned as he drove the car and asked, "Can hypnosis achieve this effect?"
He once discussed the issue of hypnosis with Su Hui. As far as his understanding of hypnosis is concerned, hypnosis can make people do some things subconsciously, but it cannot completely reverse people's will. Generally speaking, the effect is limited.
Su Hui said: "The effect of hypnosis is closely related to the state of the person being hypnotized. For ordinary healthy people with firm will, this kind of hypnosis or psychological induction may have little effect. But those people were all depressed patients, The murderer built relationships with them when they were most vulnerable and helpless, and gave them redemption. He implanted his thoughts into those people's brains step by step and made them agree with his thoughts. Those patients loved him, worshipped him, Respect him, follow him willingly, and do everything for him, including killing his own companions."
When he said this, he lowered his eyelashes for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked firmly at the blurred traffic outside: "When everything happens, the subconscious left in the mind will make those people abandon everything, even if it is Protect him with their own lives. And after brainwashing, they'll mistake that for their own."
Just like this, the murderers who were driven to a dead end began to kill each other.
This is an invasion, an inducement, even a brainwashing.
It's not redemption, it's poison laced with honey, and once you make a deal with that devil, you'll lose yourself completely.
If you kill people, the lives of those people will be deviated from the track, just like being pushed into a pure white hell, and they will never be born again.
Su Hui explained Lu Junchi again: "But I estimate that many patients are no longer in a state of depression. His control over those people has weakened, and some of his crazy believers may be acting."
Lu Jun never imagined that the investigation of the case here was like opening Pandora's magic box, causing a series of follow-ups and making the police passive: "Then about the murderer, do you have a more specific profile?"
Su Hui calmed down: "He is a man, between the ages of 28 and 35, and his occupation may be a doctor, a teacher, or a psychotherapist. On the surface, he looks very gentle and harmless. He may look very good. Handsome and trustworthy, but at heart, he is an extreme person. His salvation is not for the sick, but for his own satisfaction. Therefore, when it is about to be exposed, those who have been saved by him become In order to cover the truth and cover other people's victims..."
As Su Hui said, the figure in his mind gradually became clearer. He remembered the Alipay account... The initials seemed to be AYC, Su Hui paused and said, "By the way, check An Yu's speech. I'm almost there, Wait a minute."
Lu Junchi wanted to ask something, but the phone was hung up.
Having mentioned the profession of psychotherapist before, Lu Junchi had an ominous premonition in his heart, and now Su Hui is directly locked on An Yuci.
Qiao Ze sat in the car and quickly opened the laptop, raised his head and asked, "Team Lu, who do you need to check?"
"Yang Yuqing Clinic, a psychotherapist named An Yuci, check his previous medical records in the First Affiliated Hospital to see if he has anything to do with these suspects..."
Qiao Ze typed quickly, and the keyboard crackled. After a while, he took a breath of air and said incredulously, "Several people involved have seen this doctor..."
Lu Junchi continued: "Call out his fingerprints immediately and compare them with the fingerprints at the scene of Zhuang Xueyi's death!"
Since the previous fingerprint information remains, only the fingertip part, so the identity of the other party cannot be determined, but if there is complete fingerprint information, and then the comparison is performed in reverse, the identity of the other party can be locked.
Qiao Ze poured the two fingerprints into the system, made a beep, and said excitedly, "The fingerprints match!"
sixteen months ago.
At night, the night sky is dark blue, and the moonlight is like a flower.
In the Huadu Anhua Music Center, amidst the thunderous applause of the audience, a musical event is approaching its curtain call.
Everyone was immersed in the performance just now, the crowd at the front desk was bustling out, and the backstage was also messy.
Zhuang Xueyi performed a violin solo tonight. She was the focus of the audience. The performance was a great success. Many actors came to congratulate her.
Zhuang Xueyi smiled and faced each other. She was in her 40s this year. She was middle-aged, and her figure and appearance were well maintained, making it impossible to tell her actual age. She was wearing a silver dress today, which would have the sheen of fish scales under the light, and some fish scales were attached to the corners of her eyes as decorations, making her look like a beautiful mermaid.
Clothes and makeup are very cumbersome, and it takes a lot of time to remove makeup, especially those scales, which are very difficult to remove.
After all the scales were removed, Zhuang Xueyi looked at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't be happy, her age will always get old, and she will step off this stage one day.
No successor, this is the failure of her life, the biggest tragedy.
Her husband died early, and she raised her daughter with hardships and hardships by herself. She was looking forward to being able to appear on this stage with her daughter, she thought she would love this stage too, but she screwed everything up.
After that incident, the relationship between their mother and daughter dropped to zero.
After all, she has not heard from Liu Mengying for more than a month.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the backstage was already empty, and it was extremely quiet. When Zhuang Xueyi changed her clothes and came out, a young man suddenly walked up to her from the backstage holding a bunch of flowers.
He asked nervously, "Hello Mr. Zhuang, I like your performance very much, can you sign me?"
Playing the violin all the year round, Zhuang Xueyi also has a group of fans of her own.
"Have you been waiting here?" Zhuang Xueyi asked.
"Well, I hope to see you." The man said, his voice was gentle and pleasant.
Zhuang Xueyi apologized a little: "Then you waited a long time?" She took the pen and photo in his hand, signed it, and then took the bouquet of flowers.
"It's worth waiting for a long time." The man took the photo and put it in his pocket: "Thank you." Then he mentioned Zhuang Xueyi's performance tonight, saying that the last song was perfect.
Zhuang Xueyi responded casually, but was very happy in her heart.
The man and Zhuang Xueyi walked down the steps in the backstage together, seemingly casually mentioning: "I heard from others that your daughter used to be in this band."
The topic suddenly turned to her daughter. Zhuang Xueyi's footsteps stopped, and her expression suddenly changed. She looked back at him a little unhappily: "Don't mention that unfilial daughter to me, I have nothing to do with her."
The man was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Zhuang..."
"That's a selfish kid, you know what she's done, she's ruined her artistic career, and she's ruined my dreams! I can't keep my head up here."
Thinking of the moment Liu Mengying cut off her fingers on the stage, Zhuang Xueyi was so angry that her whole body was shaking.
Yes, she was not distressed, but felt more angry.
The man stopped...
Zhuang Xueyi's original eyes instantly cooled down. She stood at the entrance of the stairs of the safe passage and looked at him vigilantly. The man in front of her didn't look like an ordinary fan: "Isn't that little **** who asked you to come?"
The man frowned slightly, wanting to argue a few words for his patient: "Liu Mengying... she's not like that."
"Oh, it really has something to do with Liu Mengying, is the money running out?" Zhuang Xueyi's face drooped down, and she didn't like the man in front of her, she cursed maliciously, "I won't give her any more points. Qian, I wish she died outside!"
How can there be such a mother?
Using her own behavior and so-called dreams to draw scars on her daughter, forcing her to go crazy, she is still saying these stinging words.
At that moment, the man felt a flame in his heart, and the flame was steaming up. The rolling flames covered his eyes. He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.
When he woke up, the man saw Zhuang Xueyi lying on the bottom floor of the stairwell.
At that moment, as if the clock had been pressed the pause button, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and only the two of them existed in this dark corner.
Zhuang Xueyi's eyes were still half-open, and bright red blood silently spread out from under her head, gradually dyeing the white carnation flowers under her body red.
The man looked around and saw that there was no one around. He quickly got out of the safe passage, walked out of the theater, and merged into the crowd.
The hustle and bustle is finally back.
The man lowered his head, sorting out his thoughts, there is the backstage, the safe passage, there is no monitoring, it is too late now...
She might just be hurt, maybe not dead.
She fell by herself, he didn't touch her...
But did she fall by herself?
He looked down at his hands, his fingers shaking uncontrollably.
The memory emerged little by little, he pushed it down... He could recall the warmth when his hand touched the woman's back, and then he exerted a little force...
He couldn't make a distress call, so everyone would know he did it.
His chest was stuffy and nervous, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He recalled the woman in the stairwell, the blood under her body, and the tension even made him want to vomit...
Damn that woman...she's damn...
He kept meditating, stretching his fingers repeatedly.
But the feeling of killing someone with his own hands is really not very good, and he doesn't want to try it a second time...
Murder is too easy.
The distance between life and death turned out to be only twenty-two steps away.
No, it's not killing people, he's saving people.
This woman is not dead, Liu Mengying is dead.
If she had known all this, she would have forgiven him too.
The man was about to take a taxi, but suddenly remembered something, the pen he signed just now...
It seems that Zhuang Xueyi didn't return it to him...
Sixteen months later, Huacheng Bureau.
The ambulance quickly rushed downstairs, and Qin Zhihua was hurriedly carried away by the medical staff. Since he had been poisoned for some time, he was not out of danger. He did not know whether he could be rescued. Zheng Bai followed him to the hospital.
Su Hui washed his hands, calmed down, and returned to the serious crime team.
He didn't dare to relax his vigilance, everything seemed like a domino being pushed, and he didn't know what kind of chain reaction would come next.
Qu Ming looked at the computer report: "Consultant Su, I asked the florist to send me information. Sixteen months ago, the bouquet of carnations was purchased with Alipay. The owner provided the account, and I immediately Apply for permission and adjust your real name."
The flowers sold by the flower shop will be recorded. It was a small flower shop, and only this bunch of carnations was sold that day.
Su Hui glanced at the words on Alipay, which was a string of mailboxes combining English and numbers.
Before the real-name results could be retrieved, Xia Mingxi turned back and said, "Consultant Su, something happened, the team that tracked Liu Mengying found Liu Mengying, she is now on the top floor of a commercial building in the city center, and both the fire department and the police are there. rush over."
Now that Lu Jun is gone, Su Hui has obviously become the person with the highest position here. Everyone is nervous, waiting for his decision.
Su Hui frowned: "How far is it from here?"
Qu Ming looked at the map and said, "It's not too far, about six or seven minutes' drive."
Su Hui made a quick decision: "Qu Ming, send me there, Xia Mingxi, notify the army as soon as possible."
He and Qu Ming went downstairs as fast as possible. When Su Hui was about to get into the car with a cane, Lu Junchi's phone call came in, and he hurriedly picked it up.
Lu Junchi hurriedly said: "Su Hui, I've heard about the situation. I'm a little farther away. It will take about 20 minutes to get to Liu Mengying's side."
Su Hui coughed a few times and said, "I see. I'm rushing over. She's still standing on the top floor, which means we have a chance. I'll try my best to hold her back."
"You must pay attention to safety!" After hearing this, Lu Jun felt his chest tighten for a while.
"I'm here to save people, not to jump off the building. Qu Ming is also following." Su Hui spoke quickly, but his tone and expression were still very indifferent.
Lu Junchi: "I didn't expect that when things developed to this point, they did these things in order to silence..."
Su Hui recalled the sense of despair when Qin Zhihua held his hand just now, but in his heart, all the truth gradually became clear: "their actions now are to protect the people behind them. I think they may It was implied by misinformation, bewitched, or even hypnotized, and wanted to kill his exposed accomplices..."
Lu Junchi frowned as he drove the car and asked, "Can hypnosis achieve this effect?"
He once discussed the issue of hypnosis with Su Hui. As far as his understanding of hypnosis is concerned, hypnosis can make people do some things subconsciously, but it cannot completely reverse people's will. Generally speaking, the effect is limited.
Su Hui said: "The effect of hypnosis is closely related to the state of the person being hypnotized. For ordinary healthy people with firm will, this kind of hypnosis or psychological induction may have little effect. But those people were all depressed patients, The murderer built relationships with them when they were most vulnerable and helpless, and gave them redemption. He implanted his thoughts into those people's brains step by step and made them agree with his thoughts. Those patients loved him, worshipped him, Respect him, follow him willingly, and do everything for him, including killing his own companions."
When he said this, he lowered his eyelashes for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked firmly at the blurred traffic outside: "When everything happens, the subconscious left in the mind will make those people abandon everything, even if it is Protect him with their own lives. And after brainwashing, they'll mistake that for their own."
Just like this, the murderers who were driven to a dead end began to kill each other.
This is an invasion, an inducement, even a brainwashing.
It's not redemption, it's poison laced with honey, and once you make a deal with that devil, you'll lose yourself completely.
If you kill people, the lives of those people will be deviated from the track, just like being pushed into a pure white hell, and they will never be born again.
Su Hui explained Lu Junchi again: "But I estimate that many patients are no longer in a state of depression. His control over those people has weakened, and some of his crazy believers may be acting."
Lu Jun never imagined that the investigation of the case here was like opening Pandora's magic box, causing a series of follow-ups and making the police passive: "Then about the murderer, do you have a more specific profile?"
Su Hui calmed down: "He is a man, between the ages of 28 and 35, and his occupation may be a doctor, a teacher, or a psychotherapist. On the surface, he looks very gentle and harmless. He may look very good. Handsome and trustworthy, but at heart, he is an extreme person. His salvation is not for the sick, but for his own satisfaction. Therefore, when it is about to be exposed, those who have been saved by him become In order to cover the truth and cover other people's victims..."
As Su Hui said, the figure in his mind gradually became clearer. He remembered the Alipay account... The initials seemed to be AYC, Su Hui paused and said, "By the way, check An Yu's speech. I'm almost there, Wait a minute."
Lu Junchi wanted to ask something, but the phone was hung up.
Having mentioned the profession of psychotherapist before, Lu Junchi had an ominous premonition in his heart, and now Su Hui is directly locked on An Yuci.
Qiao Ze sat in the car and quickly opened the laptop, raised his head and asked, "Team Lu, who do you need to check?"
"Yang Yuqing Clinic, a psychotherapist named An Yuci, check his previous medical records in the First Affiliated Hospital to see if he has anything to do with these suspects..."
Qiao Ze typed quickly, and the keyboard crackled. After a while, he took a breath of air and said incredulously, "Several people involved have seen this doctor..."
Lu Junchi continued: "Call out his fingerprints immediately and compare them with the fingerprints at the scene of Zhuang Xueyi's death!"
Since the previous fingerprint information remains, only the fingertip part, so the identity of the other party cannot be determined, but if there is complete fingerprint information, and then the comparison is performed in reverse, the identity of the other party can be locked.
Qiao Ze poured the two fingerprints into the system, made a beep, and said excitedly, "The fingerprints match!"
