That night, Su Hui didn't sleep for long. He woke up in the early morning and felt a little cold under the quilt. Then he suddenly realized that the little thing that used to curl up under the quilt was gone.
Aristotle was lost, and the cat did not know where it went.
The house suddenly became empty, and his heart seemed to be missing a small piece.
Su Hui turned over and felt a little headache, but couldn't sleep again.
He got up, opened the curtains in the living room a little, and the morning light came in through the gaps in the curtains and hit the messy puzzle.
Su Hui sat down and carefully picked up the puzzle pieces scattered on the ground. This box of puzzles is too fragmented, he put together a few pieces at random, but still can't settle down, he opened the door and walked out.
Su Hui couldn't remember how long he hadn't faced the morning light alone. The air was slightly cold, causing him to cough a few times.
He raised his head and looked at the sun just rising in the sky through his slender fingers.
The world made him unfamiliar.
Su Hui didn't take a cane when he got down in the morning. At this time, he walked in the courtyard of the community and found that the path was more complicated than he imagined.
He walked back downstairs and sat on the bench, which was a little cold.
There were some subtle things in his mind that gradually emerged, as if they were his remnants of memory.
He used to be a mess in his mind, and he had never been so clear-headed like this.
His hands were cold, sitting here, but he remembered the warmth of blood flowing out when An Yuci died in his arms.
Su Hui seemed indifferent on the surface, and kept saying that he was fine, and also rejected Yang Yuqing's suggestion to arrange medical treatment for him immediately.
But his heart was clear that An Yuci's death still touched him.
It was a living life, dying in front of him, he could feel the passing of life.
The scene of An Yuci pulling out a gun and shooting himself repeatedly appeared in his mind.
It was like a puzzle left to him.
He wanted to know clearly what and who An Yuci had come into contact with, and what prompted him to come this far.
Su Hui sorted out his thoughts. If Tan Yongchen's time was just a coincidence, An Yuci's death further confirmed this.
There is a connection between these serial killers.
And they knew he existed.
The fact that the police are classified as secret, but spread among a group of perverted killers, is very abnormal in itself.
The first person who could know the poet's name must be a police officer or a high-level person. Who spread the news? Is it the same profiler as him? Or who?
What is his or their purpose?
Is it to prove something, or to get something?
He has met several such cruel murderers now, who will be next?
Will they bring new dangers to his life?
Su recalled the man he had seen in the elevator of Yang Yuqing Clinic. As long as he thinks of that person, he can feel his heart beating faster.
That person should not be a stranger who has nothing to do with him.
Who is he? What does he have to do with the whole thing?
For a long time in the past, Su Hui was escaping, trying not to think about those things.
An Yuci, Yang Yuqing, and even Bureau Tan suggested this to him.
But Su Hui believes that everything has a cause, and the real answer must be hidden in his chaotic memory.
If it was in the past, he might not think about it more and go to this person, but now...
After the loss of Aristotle, Su Hui suddenly understood one thing, he has gradually accepted the peace and stability in his current life.
After going through those traumas, he didn't want to go through any more changes.
He has a job and has colleagues around him. He didn't care about his own life or death, but he didn't want to involve other people in it.
Su Hui's fingers curled slightly, and Lu Junchi...
So he had to find this guy behind the scenes, take the initiative, make sure those things wouldn't affect his life.
He was even thinking, if he was proactive enough to take the initiative to attack, could he uproot the other party's network of connections and find more vicious serial killers.
In this way, more people can be prevented from committing crimes and more tragedies can be prevented.
Su Hui believes in cause and effect. This kind of cause and effect is not the kind of cause and effect that people often say, but that there must be some things that lead to some results.
Those things may be small and easily overlooked, but they may be the origin of everything.
Like the butterfly flapping its wings in the butterfly effect, which eventually led to a violent storm.
He needs to find that butterfly.
Thinking of this, Su Hui took out his mobile phone, typed in the memo, and began to sort out one by one...
He tried to profile the other person, who was familiar and proficient in criminal psychology, who knew about the poet's existence, and who knew that he might be a poet, who was connected to these serial killers.
Su Hui lowered his head, his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and he began to think about it one by one from the people he knew since he came to Huadu.
Who has that person been in contact with?
At present, there is no witness, Qin Yongchen and An Yuci died without saying much to him, but Fu Yunchu, who may know the truth, is missing.
Su Hui changed his way of thinking. According to the general case detection process, this time he wanted to find out whether there were other cases that could be combined. The more you know about your opponent, the easier it will be to see your opponent.
Su Hui suddenly remembered something, he made a name: Yu Yan.
The former Huadu first profiler, Yu Yan first contacted him and asked him to fill out an answer sheet, hoping that he would come to the Huadu General Administration.
If it wasn't for Yu Yan, he probably wouldn't be here, but before he officially took office, Yu Yan was already dead.
Su Hui once looked through the archives of Yu Yan's death. Since the murderer was later killed, no direct confession was left in this case.
In retrospect, if someone was actually murdering the profiler, Yu Yan's death might not have been as simple as it seemed.
His death may herald something...
Su Hui thought about it along the way, and gradually became fascinated.
Many clues spring up in my mind, but they are all fragmentary fragments.
Recently, he sometimes had some dreams and some hallucinations. He would suddenly listen to a song and feel familiar, and he would feel that something happened somewhere.
But in his memory, there seemed to be a black hole that would swallow objects.
The feeling that it had happened, but he couldn't remember, made him a little tired.
But Su Hui did not give up because of this. He has faced too many difficulties. He looks weak, but he is actually the toughest and bravest.
He touches everything in the darkest, but he never succumbs to the darkness. He knows how to face difficulties and can find out the truth...
Lu Jun woke up late in the morning and saw that Su Hui's door was open, but no one was in the room.
He was startled, looked for a safe passage and got downstairs, and finally found Su Hui on the bench downstairs.
The moment he saw Su Hui, Lu Junchi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, people are not lost.
Seeing him coming down, Su Hui put away his phone, raised his head and said, "I just think it's a little boring upstairs. Come down and walk, you don't have to worry."
He stood up, only to realize that he had been sitting downstairs for two hours before he knew it, and his legs were a little numb.
The birds in the morning are the first to wake up, followed by the old people who are exercising. The sun gradually rises and there are more people in the yard.
Lu Jun sent the printed cat-hunting notice to the security guard at the door and the property, and carefully searched the various paths and trash cans in the community. Aristotle did not find it, but he saw several stray cats.
The two went back upstairs together, Lu Junchi made a breakfast, and then called Lu Haochu.
Lu Haochu obviously hadn't woken up yet, and complained vaguely, "Brother, I didn't have class this morning, it's only half past seven in the morning..."
Lu Junchi asked: "Don't you play games at night again? How did you find the cat?"
Lu Haochu cried out: "Brother, when you gave me the cat-hunting revelation yesterday, it was already midnight, and you asked me for a cat in the morning, even if I mobilized the entire student union and the classmates in the overtime class to find it, it would not be so fast. A lost child would have to be found for hours, let alone a cat."
Lu Jun said lately: "Okay, you have to work hard. I will ask you the result tonight."
When Lu Jun came up early, he found that Su Hui was sitting on the sofa with a pillow in his arms.
Lu Junchi looked at him and didn't know how to comfort him for a while, but Su Hui saw him coming in, raised his head and said, "Let's go to work today, the cat is not in a hurry."
Lu Jun was stunned when he heard the word "not in a hurry" for a while.
He could see Su Hui's anxiety and panic yesterday. Lu Junchi felt that anxiety at this time was a normal manifestation. Su Hui's mood eased, but it made him a little worried.
But Su Hui was indeed much better. The depression and loss were only temporary. He was relieved quickly. Anxiety could neither help him solve the problems in front of him nor help him find his cat faster. He calmed down more quickly than Lu Junchi. Come down, think about ways to solve the problem at hand.
Su Hui looked very calm this day, as usual, he devoted himself to his work, and even for the whole day, he did not mention a word of cat.
When it was time to get off work, Lu Junchi sorted out the various files of the previous case, and after the work was finished, he looked out from the glass door to Su Hui, who was sitting in the office.
Su Hui looked down at a file and looked very intently.
Lu Junchi took out his phone and asked Lu Haochu, "Have you found the cat?"
"I'm looking for it, I haven't confirmed it yet." Lu Haochu sent a picture, apparently taken on campus, "Is it this one?"
Lu Jun recognized at a glance that it was not Aristotle: "No."
"What about this one?" Lu Haochu sent another pear cat.
"no."
"this?"
Lu Jun touched his forehead lately: "No... Didn't I give you a cat-hunting inspiration? How can you learn to monitor surveillance with your power of observation?"
Lu Haochu was wronged, and Lu Haochu was wronged: "Brother, in my eyes, pear cat looks similar... Besides, we have already looked through the pear cat of the Chinese police. Although these are not Aristotle, But these are all its brothers and sisters, and maybe a theorem can make its family tree, and if we look for it, we will definitely find Plato and Socrates!"
Lu Jun chatted here late, and suddenly paused. He looked at Su Hui who was outside, and suddenly had an idea in his heart: "Wait, haven't you released the third cat yet?"
Lu Haochu hurriedly said: "No, this one is quite clean, there are no bugs on it, it doesn't look like a wild cat, we have girls here waiting to take care of it."
Lu Junchi made a decisive decision: "Bring it over at night."
This one seems to be the closest to Aristotle at present, and its appearance is quite high, only a little thinner, with two tufts of white hairs next to the ears.
Lu Haochu: "…"
He looked at his phone and reacted: "Brother, don't you think that Mr. Su's eyes are not good and just give him a hug? Mr. Su just can't see well, and his ears are not very good..."
Lu Haochu's subtext Lu Junchi heard it.
However, Mr. Su is not stupid, how could his cat not recognize it.
"That's not what I meant." Lu Junchi said solemnly, he wasn't going to muddle through, he decided because he was still a little worried about Su Hui.
He explained to Lu Haochu, "This at least means that we are making progress and can distract him. He hasn't seen you students for a long time. Come and chat with him by taking the opportunity to send the cat. He's in a better mood."
He won't give up looking for Aristotle, but at the same time, he hopes that Su Hui can be a little happier and reduce some of the self-blame for losing the cat.
In the past, Lu Haochu was the pistachio of the whole family. He could speak well, but he could comfort others more than he did.
Only then did Lu Haochu react: "Smart! Brother, I promise to complete the task."
So, when Lu Junchi and Su Hui came home from work, they saw Lu Haochu at the door.
Lu Haochu opened the backpack on his back and drilled out a small pear cat.
Seeing the two people get off the elevator, Lu Haochu handed the cat over: "Brother, Mr. Su, we searched through the Chinese police and finally found the cat!"
The kitten was quite obedient, soft and soft, and meowed very cooperatively.
The three entered the house. Su Hui took the cat and sat on the sofa. He held it in his arms and touched it. The cat was familiar with him, so he rubbed him and stuck out his tongue to lick his. palm.
"Lighter, smaller..." Su Hui squinted and looked at it, "And I remember... Aristotle seems to have been castrated..."
But this one obviously still has eggs.
The kitten was stared at by a group of people, and couldn't help bending her legs to cover her shyness, and meowed a little shyly.
Although it looks beautiful, this is also a small male cat.
That night, Su Hui didn't sleep for long. He woke up in the early morning and felt a little cold under the quilt. Then he suddenly realized that the little thing that used to curl up under the quilt was gone.
Aristotle was lost, and the cat did not know where it went.
The house suddenly became empty, and his heart seemed to be missing a small piece.
Su Hui turned over and felt a little headache, but couldn't sleep again.
He got up, opened the curtains in the living room a little, and the morning light came in through the gaps in the curtains and hit the messy puzzle.
Su Hui sat down and carefully picked up the puzzle pieces scattered on the ground. This box of puzzles is too fragmented, he put together a few pieces at random, but still can't settle down, he opened the door and walked out.
Su Hui couldn't remember how long he hadn't faced the morning light alone. The air was slightly cold, causing him to cough a few times.
He raised his head and looked at the sun just rising in the sky through his slender fingers.
The world made him unfamiliar.
Su Hui didn't take a cane when he got down in the morning. At this time, he walked in the courtyard of the community and found that the path was more complicated than he imagined.
He walked back downstairs and sat on the bench, which was a little cold.
There were some subtle things in his mind that gradually emerged, as if they were his remnants of memory.
He used to be a mess in his mind, and he had never been so clear-headed like this.
His hands were cold, sitting here, but he remembered the warmth of blood flowing out when An Yuci died in his arms.
Su Hui seemed indifferent on the surface, and kept saying that he was fine, and also rejected Yang Yuqing's suggestion to arrange medical treatment for him immediately.
But his heart was clear that An Yuci's death still touched him.
It was a living life, dying in front of him, he could feel the passing of life.
The scene of An Yuci pulling out a gun and shooting himself repeatedly appeared in his mind.
It was like a puzzle left to him.
He wanted to know clearly what and who An Yuci had come into contact with, and what prompted him to come this far.
Su Hui sorted out his thoughts. If Tan Yongchen's time was just a coincidence, An Yuci's death further confirmed this.
There is a connection between these serial killers.
And they knew he existed.
The fact that the police are classified as secret, but spread among a group of perverted killers, is very abnormal in itself.
The first person who could know the poet's name must be a police officer or a high-level person. Who spread the news? Is it the same profiler as him? Or who?
What is his or their purpose?
Is it to prove something, or to get something?
He has met several such cruel murderers now, who will be next?
Will they bring new dangers to his life?
Su recalled the man he had seen in the elevator of Yang Yuqing Clinic. As long as he thinks of that person, he can feel his heart beating faster.
That person should not be a stranger who has nothing to do with him.
Who is he? What does he have to do with the whole thing?
For a long time in the past, Su Hui was escaping, trying not to think about those things.
An Yuci, Yang Yuqing, and even Bureau Tan suggested this to him.
But Su Hui believes that everything has a cause, and the real answer must be hidden in his chaotic memory.
If it was in the past, he might not think about it more and go to this person, but now...
After the loss of Aristotle, Su Hui suddenly understood one thing, he has gradually accepted the peace and stability in his current life.
After going through those traumas, he didn't want to go through any more changes.
He has a job and has colleagues around him. He didn't care about his own life or death, but he didn't want to involve other people in it.
Su Hui's fingers curled slightly, and Lu Junchi...
So he had to find this guy behind the scenes, take the initiative, make sure those things wouldn't affect his life.
He was even thinking, if he was proactive enough to take the initiative to attack, could he uproot the other party's network of connections and find more vicious serial killers.
In this way, more people can be prevented from committing crimes and more tragedies can be prevented.
Su Hui believes in cause and effect. This kind of cause and effect is not the kind of cause and effect that people often say, but that there must be some things that lead to some results.
Those things may be small and easily overlooked, but they may be the origin of everything.
Like the butterfly flapping its wings in the butterfly effect, which eventually led to a violent storm.
He needs to find that butterfly.
Thinking of this, Su Hui took out his mobile phone, typed in the memo, and began to sort out one by one...
He tried to profile the other person, who was familiar and proficient in criminal psychology, who knew about the poet's existence, and who knew that he might be a poet, who was connected to these serial killers.
Su Hui lowered his head, his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and he began to think about it one by one from the people he knew since he came to Huadu.
Who has that person been in contact with?
At present, there is no witness, Qin Yongchen and An Yuci died without saying much to him, but Fu Yunchu, who may know the truth, is missing.
Su Hui changed his way of thinking. According to the general case detection process, this time he wanted to find out whether there were other cases that could be combined. The more you know about your opponent, the easier it will be to see your opponent.
Su Hui suddenly remembered something, he made a name: Yu Yan.
The former Huadu first profiler, Yu Yan first contacted him and asked him to fill out an answer sheet, hoping that he would come to the Huadu General Administration.
If it wasn't for Yu Yan, he probably wouldn't be here, but before he officially took office, Yu Yan was already dead.
Su Hui once looked through the archives of Yu Yan's death. Since the murderer was later killed, no direct confession was left in this case.
In retrospect, if someone was actually murdering the profiler, Yu Yan's death might not have been as simple as it seemed.
His death may herald something...
Su Hui thought about it along the way, and gradually became fascinated.
Many clues spring up in my mind, but they are all fragmentary fragments.
Recently, he sometimes had some dreams and some hallucinations. He would suddenly listen to a song and feel familiar, and he would feel that something happened somewhere.
But in his memory, there seemed to be a black hole that would swallow objects.
The feeling that it had happened, but he couldn't remember, made him a little tired.
But Su Hui did not give up because of this. He has faced too many difficulties. He looks weak, but he is actually the toughest and bravest.
He touches everything in the darkest, but he never succumbs to the darkness. He knows how to face difficulties and can find out the truth...
Lu Jun woke up late in the morning and saw that Su Hui's door was open, but no one was in the room.
He was startled, looked for a safe passage and got downstairs, and finally found Su Hui on the bench downstairs.
The moment he saw Su Hui, Lu Junchi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, people are not lost.
Seeing him coming down, Su Hui put away his phone, raised his head and said, "I just think it's a little boring upstairs. Come down and walk, you don't have to worry."
He stood up, only to realize that he had been sitting downstairs for two hours before he knew it, and his legs were a little numb.
The birds in the morning are the first to wake up, followed by the old people who are exercising. The sun gradually rises and there are more people in the yard.
Lu Jun sent the printed cat-hunting notice to the security guard at the door and the property, and carefully searched the various paths and trash cans in the community. Aristotle did not find it, but he saw several stray cats.
The two went back upstairs together, Lu Junchi made a breakfast, and then called Lu Haochu.
Lu Haochu obviously hadn't woken up yet, and complained vaguely, "Brother, I didn't have class this morning, it's only half past seven in the morning..."
Lu Junchi asked: "Don't you play games at night again? How did you find the cat?"
Lu Haochu cried out: "Brother, when you gave me the cat-hunting revelation yesterday, it was already midnight, and you asked me for a cat in the morning, even if I mobilized the entire student union and the classmates in the overtime class to find it, it would not be so fast. A lost child would have to be found for hours, let alone a cat."
Lu Jun said lately: "Okay, you have to work hard. I will ask you the result tonight."
When Lu Jun came up early, he found that Su Hui was sitting on the sofa with a pillow in his arms.
Lu Junchi looked at him and didn't know how to comfort him for a while, but Su Hui saw him coming in, raised his head and said, "Let's go to work today, the cat is not in a hurry."
Lu Jun was stunned when he heard the word "not in a hurry" for a while.
He could see Su Hui's anxiety and panic yesterday. Lu Junchi felt that anxiety at this time was a normal manifestation. Su Hui's mood eased, but it made him a little worried.
But Su Hui was indeed much better. The depression and loss were only temporary. He was relieved quickly. Anxiety could neither help him solve the problems in front of him nor help him find his cat faster. He calmed down more quickly than Lu Junchi. Come down, think about ways to solve the problem at hand.
Su Hui looked very calm this day, as usual, he devoted himself to his work, and even for the whole day, he did not mention a word of cat.
When it was time to get off work, Lu Junchi sorted out the various files of the previous case, and after the work was finished, he looked out from the glass door to Su Hui, who was sitting in the office.
Su Hui looked down at a file and looked very intently.
Lu Junchi took out his phone and asked Lu Haochu, "Have you found the cat?"
"I'm looking for it, I haven't confirmed it yet." Lu Haochu sent a picture, apparently taken on campus, "Is it this one?"
Lu Jun recognized at a glance that it was not Aristotle: "No."
"What about this one?" Lu Haochu sent another pear cat.
"no."
"this?"
Lu Jun touched his forehead lately: "No... Didn't I give you a cat-hunting inspiration? How can you learn to monitor surveillance with your power of observation?"
Lu Haochu was wronged, and Lu Haochu was wronged: "Brother, in my eyes, pear cat looks similar... Besides, we have already looked through the pear cat of the Chinese police. Although these are not Aristotle, But these are all its brothers and sisters, and maybe a theorem can make its family tree, and if we look for it, we will definitely find Plato and Socrates!"
Lu Jun chatted here late, and suddenly paused. He looked at Su Hui who was outside, and suddenly had an idea in his heart: "Wait, haven't you released the third cat yet?"
Lu Haochu hurriedly said: "No, this one is quite clean, there are no bugs on it, it doesn't look like a wild cat, we have girls here waiting to take care of it."
Lu Junchi made a decisive decision: "Bring it over at night."
This one seems to be the closest to Aristotle at present, and its appearance is quite high, only a little thinner, with two tufts of white hairs next to the ears.
Lu Haochu: "…"
He looked at his phone and reacted: "Brother, don't you think that Mr. Su's eyes are not good and just give him a hug? Mr. Su just can't see well, and his ears are not very good..."
Lu Haochu's subtext Lu Junchi heard it.
However, Mr. Su is not stupid, how could his cat not recognize it.
"That's not what I meant." Lu Junchi said solemnly, he wasn't going to muddle through, he decided because he was still a little worried about Su Hui.
He explained to Lu Haochu, "This at least means that we are making progress and can distract him. He hasn't seen you students for a long time. Come and chat with him by taking the opportunity to send the cat. He's in a better mood."
He won't give up looking for Aristotle, but at the same time, he hopes that Su Hui can be a little happier and reduce some of the self-blame for losing the cat.
In the past, Lu Haochu was the pistachio of the whole family. He could speak well, but he could comfort others more than he did.
Only then did Lu Haochu react: "Smart! Brother, I promise to complete the task."
So, when Lu Junchi and Su Hui came home from work, they saw Lu Haochu at the door.
Lu Haochu opened the backpack on his back and drilled out a small pear cat.
Seeing the two people get off the elevator, Lu Haochu handed the cat over: "Brother, Mr. Su, we searched through the Chinese police and finally found the cat!"
The kitten was quite obedient, soft and soft, and meowed very cooperatively.
The three entered the house. Su Hui took the cat and sat on the sofa. He held it in his arms and touched it. The cat was familiar with him, so he rubbed him and stuck out his tongue to lick his. palm.
"Lighter, smaller..." Su Hui squinted and looked at it, "And I remember... Aristotle seems to have been castrated..."
But this one obviously still has eggs.
The kitten was stared at by a group of people, and couldn't help bending her legs to cover her shyness, and meowed a little shyly.
Although it looks beautiful, this is also a small male cat.
