Chapter 83
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Tai'an psychiatric hospital.
"Are you asleep?" Lin Yan looked in through the gap above the iron door, and saw Aunt Chen lying on her side on the bed. Beside the bed, there was an infusion rack. The bottle on it was half empty.
Dean with her side, respectful: "took medicine to sleep, miss."
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"I want to marry you soon."
"Don't you mean to promise me to marry me when it's over?"
"The truth is --" she took time to look back at her with a soft smile and warm and sincere eyes.
Without waiting for her answer, she said to herself, "lies are the same old story that I as a people's policeman must solve when I have a case. I guess you are tired of hearing it."
Do you want to listen to the truth
Song Yuhang takes out his intranet number card. Lin Yan looks at her busy and says, "you Why do you have to be so conscientious? "
She dug out the notebook from under a pile of newspapers and books, opened it and handed it to her.
"Yes, I'll find it for you."
Lin Yan came back to his senses, and his eyes were filled with a little water, which was breathtaking.
Song Yuhang put his hand on her back and patted: "do you have a computer here?"
Lin Yan put his hand on the table, trembling slightly, swallowing and trying to adjust his breathing.
this case even more difficult for her to find the place is here, clearly locked the suspect, but let him so not clear, dead, who can swallow this breath!
's song and his mind flash across Yuhang: "I remember the suspect was a butcher, and Chen Chunan's father had clashed with him in the vegetable market because of 20 Fen and he accidentally cut his wife and died. He had a motive for committing the crime, lived near the scene of the corpse throwing, had the conditions for committing the crime, and had the tools for committing the crime. He also found Chen Chunan's blood in his car, which is very consistent with my profile of the murderer's appearance and personality. It's just that I heard later that he died in the detention house. Otherwise, he would be able to dig out more things. Even if he didn't kill him, he would have nothing to do with that person 。”
Lin Yan thought for a while, took a pen and paper, and wrote down a few names: "these are some people who used to bully us. Later, I checked them myself. The police should have checked them, but they still got nothing."
"Think again." Song Yuhang pondered: "it's not necessary to make friends with her, it's OK to make friends with her."
Lin Yan shook his head: "her interpersonal relationship is very simple, I, her best friend, Aunt Chen, her mother, people in the school all stay away from her, where there is any interpersonal relationship."
"Ordinary homicide cases are just one or more of money killing, hate killing and love killing. Lin Yan, please sort out Chunan's interpersonal relationship for me. "
Lin Yan couldn't help but look at her a few more eyes, and realized that she was looking at herself. Song Yuhang's lips stirred up a trace of smile.
She took her shoulder in one hand and scratched it on the paper with the other. It really looked like she had some experience in this case.
Lin Yan poked her elbow but didn't push her away. Song Yuhang held her back and said, "so let's put aside the speculation that the murderer is a serial abnormal murderer, and return to the investigation of general criminal cases, and simplify the investigation."
Song Yuhang thought of her cupboard full of thousands of paper cranes. His heart gave him a severe pain. He went to hold her shoulder and gave her a silent comfort.
Bailing is an exception, but the clue is broken again.
However, since her sophomore internship with her teacher, she has dissected more than 6000 corpses so far. She spent more time in the dissecting room than eating and sleeping, but she still got nothing. She did not encounter a similar case.
If we find a common ground, we will find a breakthrough.
Lin Yan nodded, took a deep breath and restrained himself: "so over the years, I've been dissecting and looking for similar cases. I just want to..."
Speaking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Lin Yan: "however, after the general serial killers commit crimes for the first time, they will commit crimes again. I think you should also understand this."
"It's just like when we deal with women's crimes, most criminals can't afford it. He gains pleasure by controlling, insulting and molesting women."Therefore, the reason why he can't develop more quickly is that he can't get more energy from the psychopathic system Satisfy your sexuality. "
"Third, like this kind of indifference attack, criminals generally don't choose people who have social relations with them, because only unfamiliar people have biological attributes but no social attributes in the eyes of criminals. In other words, you are just his prey, just a piece of meat on his chopping board. It's cool and exciting for him to kill, and he enjoys controlling everything The feeling in the palm. "
"Second, criminals often choose to attack with randomness. It's possible that you will be taken in when you wear a beautiful skirt today, or that you will be taken in when you carry a beautiful bag. It's also possible that criminals like to be fat and you will escape when you are very thin. I won't repeat this. As long as you meet the criminal's standard, he will kill you."
You think killing a man is killing a chicken? You don't have to work hard to kill a chicken. You can't even catch a chicken.
She knows why. Dissecting corpses is an individual work. It is necessary to have skills or strength.
Lin Yan nodded and leaned on the table to signal her to continue.
Because there was no whiteboard, song Yuhang used a pen to draw on the paper and wrote: "psychologically, abnormal killers are also known as" lecherous killers ". More than 95% of the criminals are men, and only a few of them are strong women."
No matter whether he is a human or a ghost, how many times he makes a comeback and how he died 20 years ago, as long as he dares to come, he will still be driven back to hell. There is no room for such a bug in the world. "
However, when he said that sentence, it still made another person think of those extraordinary years in a trance.
The man looked out of the window at the neon flashing, busy, some trance. They are no longer young, the original tall figure slightly bent up.
He gasped heavily: "is he the devil who climbs back from hell to seek revenge?"
"No - no way!" The man suddenly accentuated his tone and gritted his teeth: "he, he died long ago! It can't be alive! Unless Unless... "
"But what if the owner of the recipe is still alive?" The man standing by the window looked back, his voice a little hoarse and heavy.
"But isn't the recipe ruined?" Sitting man looking at the test tube, light way.
"Too many people have sacrificed their lives for this thing."
"It's not a good omen to appear one after another in Jiangcheng city." The man with whom he spoke sighed, got up and went to the window.
The man sitting opposite buries his head with a smile, looks indisputable, and taps his knee with his fingertips: "is this thing alive again?"
"It's just that the dose in the blood is much smaller this time. Lin Yan has learned to be smart and knows to find someone to do it himself."
The test tube that Lin Yan handed to his confidant not long ago lay quietly on the table.
"yes, as like as two peas from Jiangcheng last time."
"This is..." The man sitting opposite looked a little shocked.
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"I have a lot of research on this case, do you want to hear my opinion?"
Song Yuhang came to her and put the lamp on the map.
Listen to her say so, Lin Yan looked at her one eye, pursed tight lip Cape, drew back sight again.
Otherwise, Lin Yan hated her so much. He loved her and hated her. He had just stabbed her in the neck. What's more, he was just a cleaner.
For a moment, song Yuhang's vest was cold, and she got goose bumps. But after a moment, she shook her head firmly: "you can't kill people, you can't
When she said this, her hair was scattered, her eyebrows and eyes were covered in the dim yellow light, and her lips were still bright red after drinking. Maybe the voltage in the attic was not stable. The lamp flashed, and the shadow behind her was like a ghost.
Lin Yan looked at her with a playful smile on his lips: "do you know that the cleaner who bumped into here by mistake last time is dead, like the corpse effect in that picture, I can do it, and even do it more cleanly, even without bone residue."
Song Yuhang slightly with a dogleg smile: "you smoke too much is not good, I help you solve, not waste."
Lin Yan slapped her hand, and she quickly went away.
Song Yuhang walked around the table, then went to the wall to look at the pictures. When he came back to her again, he grabbed the cigarette from her mouth and put it on himself.
The place where the corpse was thrown was greatly circled by Lin Yan with a red pen and painted in a mess.
It was three days before it appeared in public again. It turned into a pile of broken meat and was picked up from the garbage can.
It didn't take long to stop.
The red stroke is the known route of Chen Chunan's departure.The black pen circle is Jiangcheng No.1 middle school.
Jiangcheng fourteen years ago.
Song Yuhang sighed quietly in the bottom of his heart. When he came to her, he still did not dare to stand too close. He was looking at the Yellow map from a long distance.
She suddenly understood why she was so irritable.
Song Yuhang looks at Lin Yan. The man picks up a cigarette from the table, lights it, takes a sip, holds his hand on the table and looks at the map with his brow locked.
It took her 14 years to piece together the wall.
On the clue of "Fenyang wharf corpse case".
Song Yuhang was pushed to the table. Looking at the wall in front of him, he was shocked: "this is..."
"get out of my mouth with your love words."
Lin Yan slapped people away. Although he spared her, the anger didn't disappear so easily.
"I know. I'll pay it back in my life."
Song Yuhang was so sad that he got up to chase her and wanted to pull her sleeve and hold people in his arms to love her.
Song Yuhang opened his eyes, Lin Yan cut a wisp of hair from her temples, threw a knife and stood up: "Song Yuhang, this is what you owe me."
A strong wind hit, song Yuhang slightly nervous to swallow saliva, but did not expect the pain.
Lin Yan's hand holding the handle of the knife began to tremble. She bit her teeth and looked at the face in front of her. Her eyes were slightly red.
After that, he closed his eyes slightly and let himself be slaughtered.
She said, "come on."
I watched the tip of the knife fall on my eyelids.
She almost sat on her body in a triangle posture, and the two wrestled with each other. Song Yuhang was in a bad position, and he didn't want to hurt her.
"I said, you don't need to comfort me, to seek death?"
Lin Yan slowly moved back under her pressure, and the blade pointed straight at her eyes.
"But I miss you Song Yuhang said, turning her hand holding the knife to one side.
Lin Yan was a little short of breath, and the two were deadlocked.
"It's you who fight. Shouldn't you fight for breaking into a house?"
Song Yuhang touched his head on the ground and held her wrist: "Lin Yan, it's me..."
Song Yuhang fell dizzy, only saw a cold light straight at her neck, subconsciously raised his hand to remove the blade to grab the knife, Lin Yan didn't give it, saw who she was, on the contrary, the hand was more fierce, bent his knees to hit her abdomen, and threw the person over her side.
The paper cutter as thin as a cicada's wing in her hand was as fast as lightning, and it was in front of her in an instant.
Aware of the movement behind the moment, the glass fell to the ground, Lin Yan jumped up with a knife.
Song Yuhang pointed to the chimney and looked at the hazy light below. As soon as his eyes closed, he jumped down.
Damn it, it's really hard to chase a girlfriend. It's used to sneak into the old business.
She rubbed her hands, stood up and looked at the whole villa. When her eyes fell on the chimney on the roof, she had an idea.
Song Yuhang had been waiting outside for a long time. She fell asleep on the glass door and woke up again. She sneezed and her nose was frozen to ice.
I hate that I didn't have the ability at that time, and I didn't know how to do it. Now I can detect it as long as it's a piece of broken bone.
Lin Yan gradually pinched the goblet's thin neck, and the big finger bones turned white.
After all, it's a major case. There are too many people who have dealt with it.
……
Trace inspector?
Intern forensics?
Assistant forensic?
Criminal police in charge of investigating and handling cases?
Eyewitness?
Reporter?
So who else might have come into contact with Chunan's body at that time?
The clue is broken.
She looked at the black-and-white photo of Li Bin and went forward to tear it off.
The rest are scattered clues, which can't form a mind map, but over the years, it's a small gain.
In the center, a yellow picture is nailed with a thumbtack. It's Chunan.
There are also traces of her last paint brush.
The darkroom is full of photos, most of which are related to Chen Chunan. Lin Yan turns on the desk lamp and walks to the wall with red wine.
This is her secret base in Castle Peak villa. Usually, the door is locked without any technological means. A super-c lock is the best way to prevent theft.
Lin Yan carries goblet to go upstairs, went straight up attic, locked oneself into darkroom.
Well, I'm very energetic. It seems that I can't freeze all night.
waited for her to take a bath, put on the mask, and poured a glass of red wine upstairs, while song Yuhang moved in the yard, running high and running with one hand push ups.
As soon as Lin Yan took out the corner of his mouth, he blamed the non mainstream. He rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom.When Lin Yan finished drinking and was ready to take a bath, she took a look through the crack of the curtain. The man squatted in the courtyard, pulling the snow on the ground, and wrote her name with a branch.
Song Yuhang let out his breath, leaned against the glass door, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Lin Yan changed his clothes from the cloakroom and came out, wrapped in a loose Nightgown, barefoot on the ground, holding a fashion magazine in his hand, poured a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, carried the glass to the window, and pulled the curtain.
Song Yuhang patted on the door, and his exhaled heat turned into white fog on the glass: "Lin Yan, you let me in and listen to my explanation, ok..."
She can still enter the fingerprint lock outside. The door inside is locked from inside to outside, and it's bulletproof glass. She really can't enter.
She and the driver carried things into the hall one after another, and then turned back to lock the car. When they wanted to keep up, they found that the glass door of the hall was locked from the inside.
"You take it. I'll take it. I'll take it."
Lin Yan leaned over to get it. Song Yuhang helped the man up and put the umbrella into her hand.
From the trunk, the driver took the things they had bought together in the shopping mall. They couldn't put them down. There were also some things on the back seat.
I didn't ask where she was going.
"I'm back."
As soon as she spoke, the snow at the tip of her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes melted. It looked like crying, and her nose was red with cold.
Song Yuhang saw the lamp early, threw a cigarette to meet her, opened the door for her, and took the umbrella from the driver's hand to hold it for her.
Snow piled up in her black hair, I do not know how long to wait, from a distance, almost became a snowman.
She didn't go in even if she had fingerprints. She squatted beside the sunflower nursery in yantouba, smoking. The street lamp threw a dim yellow diaphragm on her body, and a pile of cigarette butts fell at her feet.
Now it's snow all over the mountains.
The last time song Yuhang waited for her like this, it was a rainy night.
By the time she got back to the villa, someone was waiting for her.
He turned around and pressed the tape on the back of her hand one by one. He put his arm into the quilt and tucked in the corner of the quilt. Then he left quietly.
Lin Yan pulled up the corner of his lips and laughed. He raised his head and forced his tears back. He saw that the hanging bottle was empty. He picked up another bottle from the tray at the head of the bed and looked at it carefully by the faint moonlight. Then he hung it up for her again.
It's just nature.
Chen's mother has also changed from a kind aunt who knows everything to a kind aunt who is now in a state of muddle headed.
This is nineteen years.
The sanitary napkin was the worst thing Lin Yan had ever used in the first half of her life. It was soft, not absorbent, not pure cotton, even a little stuffy and not very comfortable. But she always remembered the pants and the warmth of putting the sanitary napkin into her hands.
Lin Yan pinched the Wei Sheng towel like a hot potato. She wanted to throw it away, held it tightly in her hand, pushed her away and ran into the rain without looking back.
"Isn't your home far away? Remember to change it on the way. Don't eat cold food in recent days. My mother knows everything
"Ai -" Chu Nan put down her chopsticks and ran after her, and put a thin piece of white things into her hand.
Young Lin Yan did not sit down, put the changed clothes into his schoolbag, turned and left: "I'm home."
Lin Yan knew that this was a very precious food for the Chen family and Chen Chunan.
Chen Chunan looked at her bowl of rotten eggs and swallowed: "I can only drink it when I come to menstruation every month."
The food on the table is also very simple, such as white porridge with vegetable leaves, few grains of rice with clear soup, dark pickles, steamed bread. I don't know how long it has been put. Mildew spots appear on the white skin. The only thing that seems to have a little appetite is steamed sweet potato.
"Sit fast, sit fast, the house is broken, don't dislike it."
"No, just wash it." Mother Chen put the Lees on the table and pulled a cushion for her to sit on.
"I'll give you a new one tomorrow."
Chen Chunan sat cross legged on the wet and cold ground, and Lin Yan walked slowly.
When she came out from behind the curtain with a red face, food had already been put on the table where several chairs were put together. There was no decent place to sit except the bed. The mottled and flaking parts of the walls were covered with newspapers, and the other side was covered with Chen Chunan's awards.
Chen Chunan was a little reluctant, but he still handed her the trousers carefully: "here, you can wear this."
The bag of pants hasn't been removed yet. She fondly touched it and gently took the plastic bag apart. A smell of inferior jeans came out.
Chen Chunan dug out the trousers from the bottom of the wardrobe and said that the wardrobe was just a few plastic boxes.
Chen Chunan's school uniforms are washed and worn, not only with short sleeves and trouser legs, but also with patches. Lin Yan is a pretty girl. Although her new clothes are always dirty due to her fighting, the sandals on her feet are the latest ones on TV. It's estimated that Chunan's mother can't afford a year's salary.While cooking, mother Chen replied, "take out the new pair of trousers I bought for you last time and give them to your classmates. I think you are almost tall and should be able to wear them."
"Mom, I'll take her to change first."
Chen Chunan, as if very experienced, pulled her to the back of the bed surrounded by curtains.
She almost wanted to take the door at once.
It was the first time that 12-year-old Lin Yan heard the strange name "moon Sutra". Her face felt a layer of dryness, as if it was something heinous, and she curled up her toes in embarrassment and uneasiness.
"Uncomfortable? It's the first time a girl comes here. It's like this. After a while, my aunt will boil some wine for you, and then it won't hurt. "
Chen's mother was a little coy when she looked at her standing posture. She had a pale face and wore Chen Chunan's school uniform on her waist.
Lin Yan stood still and didn't call anyone. First, he was not used to such enthusiasm. Second, he was
Chen's mother rubbed her hands on her apron slightly and said to her, "sit down, sit down. Lin, sit down quickly. It happens that she is cooking. I'll stay and eat later."
Chen Chunan excitedly grabbed her arm and pushed her to the middle of the room: "Mom, her name is Lin Yan. She's my classmate."
Since her father's imprisonment, no one has ever set foot in the family.
"Come back, this is --"
Mother Chen is cooking, the coal stove is beside the window, so it's on the ground, bending over, struggling to weigh the spoon, but she turns around in a daze.
"Mom, I'm back."
She really didn't take these words to heart.
There was no sad, wronged or sad expression on her face. It seemed that she was just saying that the weather was fine today. When she turned to call her mother, her voice was a little more lively.
"I'm used to it."
Chen Chunan shook his head, took up his umbrella and pushed open the old wooden door of his home.
She has always been clear-cut, who is good to her, she is good to who.
"You let them say that about you?" Young Lin Yan has a chivalrous heart that is not afraid of tigers. As usual, she is not familiar with Chen Chunan, but she is still wearing other people's clothes on her waist, so she is embarrassed to stand by.
Chen Chunan grabbed her sleeve: "Lin Yan, why are you going?"
Lin Yan wants to run into the rain.
"That's to say, go for a walk. Don't look at it. When you go home for dinner, people will hear you and give you a knife later. There's no place to cry."
"Dragon begets dragon and Phoenix begets Phoenix. The mouse's son can make holes. Even if he studies well, maybe he is bad. You are not allowed to play with her!"
"Oh, isn't that the murderer's child? It's good to come back. "
There are unkind neighbors and children pointing behind them.
Two people with a broken umbrella, ran through the muddy path.
Perhaps because of the drugs, Chen's mother was sleeping very deeply. When she looked at it like this, she could not help thinking of the situation when she first went to Chen's house more than ten years ago.
There was not even a chair in the ward of the mental patient. Lin Yan squatted down beside the bed, looked at her face full of ravines, and combed the white hair on her side face behind her ears.
The Dean left her the key after she left.
The Dean took it with both hands: "yes, miss."
"Find someone to do the test. We'll do it in our own laboratory. I'll see the test report within three days at the latest."
Lin Yan went in, but suddenly remembered something, took out a test tube from his satchel and handed it to him.
The Dean felt numb and had to open the door with the key.
"Open the door." The tone of voice is irrefutable.
He's a psychopath, after all.
The president hesitated: "Miss, it's too dangerous -"
Lin Yan looked at her gray hair and trembled: "open the door, I'll go in and have a look at her."
In any case, when she was young, she couldn't stop her body from collapsing.
In the past seven years, she has exhausted all kinds of medical methods, including conventional, unconventional, physical, psychological, various cutting-edge drugs and cutting-edge technology. Aunt Chen can only recover to the state of being sober and confused at that time, and is far from reaching the indications for mental patients to recover and leave the hospital. With the gradual increase of age, All kinds of complications also follow, such as hypertension, heart disease, anemia, gastric ulcer and so on.
Lin Yan is half a doctor himself. When she was found in China seven years ago, she was even more crazy than she is now. She shrank under the bridge, let alone separate men from women. She could not even see her figure.
In her 40s, the Dean, who was also the director of Psychiatry Department of a top three public hospital in China, shook his head and said, "it's very slim. I'm already this age. I can only say that it's to delay the disease and reduce the recurrence."
Lin Yan's eyebrows were covered with a layer of worry: "does she still have a chance to recover?"
The doctor wry smile: "we smashed the medicine, mixed it in the rice and fed it to her, otherwise we would not take it.""Is she willing to take the medicine?"
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Tai'an psychiatric hospital.
"Are you asleep?" Lin Yan looked in through the gap above the iron door, and saw Aunt Chen lying on her side on the bed. Beside the bed, there was an infusion rack. The bottle on it was half empty.
Dean with her side, respectful: "took medicine to sleep, miss."
Thank you for throwing grenades: ala Oh, 7; don't mess with your mother, 1;
thank you for throwing Rockets: Xingyun, 2; koalalau, ALA Oh, 1;
thank you for throwing shallow water bombs: zowen, nihilistic, 1;
thank you for throwing domineering tickets or irrigating nutrient solution for me during the period from November 2122:18:24 to November 2222:13:12, 2019 ~
thank you >
thanks for watching. We'll see you tomorrow.
Interested in their own degrees Niang.
Libido = x instinct.
The author has something to say: Song team's words about human being as a complex energy system derive from Freud's theory of personality stage development.
"I want to marry you soon."
"Don't you mean to promise me to marry me when it's over?"
"The truth is --" she took time to look back at her with a soft smile and warm and sincere eyes.
Without waiting for her answer, she said to herself, "lies are the same old story that I as a people's policeman must solve when I have a case. I guess you are tired of hearing it."
Do you want to listen to the truth
Song Yuhang takes out his intranet number card. Lin Yan looks at her busy and says, "you Why do you have to be so conscientious? "
She dug out the notebook from under a pile of newspapers and books, opened it and handed it to her.
"Yes, I'll find it for you."
Lin Yan came back to his senses, and his eyes were filled with a little water, which was breathtaking.
Song Yuhang put his hand on her back and patted: "do you have a computer here?"
Lin Yan put his hand on the table, trembling slightly, swallowing and trying to adjust his breathing.
this case even more difficult for her to find the place is here, clearly locked the suspect, but let him so not clear, dead, who can swallow this breath!
's song and his mind flash across Yuhang: "I remember the suspect was a butcher, and Chen Chunan's father had clashed with him in the vegetable market because of 20 Fen and he accidentally cut his wife and died. He had a motive for committing the crime, lived near the scene of the corpse throwing, had the conditions for committing the crime, and had the tools for committing the crime. He also found Chen Chunan's blood in his car, which is very consistent with my profile of the murderer's appearance and personality. It's just that I heard later that he died in the detention house. Otherwise, he would be able to dig out more things. Even if he didn't kill him, he would have nothing to do with that person 。”
Lin Yan thought for a while, took a pen and paper, and wrote down a few names: "these are some people who used to bully us. Later, I checked them myself. The police should have checked them, but they still got nothing."
"Think again." Song Yuhang pondered: "it's not necessary to make friends with her, it's OK to make friends with her."
Lin Yan shook his head: "her interpersonal relationship is very simple, I, her best friend, Aunt Chen, her mother, people in the school all stay away from her, where there is any interpersonal relationship."
"Ordinary homicide cases are just one or more of money killing, hate killing and love killing. Lin Yan, please sort out Chunan's interpersonal relationship for me. "
Lin Yan couldn't help but look at her a few more eyes, and realized that she was looking at herself. Song Yuhang's lips stirred up a trace of smile.
She took her shoulder in one hand and scratched it on the paper with the other. It really looked like she had some experience in this case.
Lin Yan poked her elbow but didn't push her away. Song Yuhang held her back and said, "so let's put aside the speculation that the murderer is a serial abnormal murderer, and return to the investigation of general criminal cases, and simplify the investigation."
Song Yuhang thought of her cupboard full of thousands of paper cranes. His heart gave him a severe pain. He went to hold her shoulder and gave her a silent comfort.
Bailing is an exception, but the clue is broken again.
However, since her sophomore internship with her teacher, she has dissected more than 6000 corpses so far. She spent more time in the dissecting room than eating and sleeping, but she still got nothing. She did not encounter a similar case.
If we find a common ground, we will find a breakthrough.
Lin Yan nodded, took a deep breath and restrained himself: "so over the years, I've been dissecting and looking for similar cases. I just want to..."
Speaking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Lin Yan: "however, after the general serial killers commit crimes for the first time, they will commit crimes again. I think you should also understand this."
"It's just like when we deal with women's crimes, most criminals can't afford it. He gains pleasure by controlling, insulting and molesting women."Therefore, the reason why he can't develop more quickly is that he can't get more energy from the psychopathic system Satisfy your sexuality. "
"Third, like this kind of indifference attack, criminals generally don't choose people who have social relations with them, because only unfamiliar people have biological attributes but no social attributes in the eyes of criminals. In other words, you are just his prey, just a piece of meat on his chopping board. It's cool and exciting for him to kill, and he enjoys controlling everything The feeling in the palm. "
"Second, criminals often choose to attack with randomness. It's possible that you will be taken in when you wear a beautiful skirt today, or that you will be taken in when you carry a beautiful bag. It's also possible that criminals like to be fat and you will escape when you are very thin. I won't repeat this. As long as you meet the criminal's standard, he will kill you."
You think killing a man is killing a chicken? You don't have to work hard to kill a chicken. You can't even catch a chicken.
She knows why. Dissecting corpses is an individual work. It is necessary to have skills or strength.
Lin Yan nodded and leaned on the table to signal her to continue.
Because there was no whiteboard, song Yuhang used a pen to draw on the paper and wrote: "psychologically, abnormal killers are also known as" lecherous killers ". More than 95% of the criminals are men, and only a few of them are strong women."
No matter whether he is a human or a ghost, how many times he makes a comeback and how he died 20 years ago, as long as he dares to come, he will still be driven back to hell. There is no room for such a bug in the world. "
However, when he said that sentence, it still made another person think of those extraordinary years in a trance.
The man looked out of the window at the neon flashing, busy, some trance. They are no longer young, the original tall figure slightly bent up.
He gasped heavily: "is he the devil who climbs back from hell to seek revenge?"
"No - no way!" The man suddenly accentuated his tone and gritted his teeth: "he, he died long ago! It can't be alive! Unless Unless... "
"But what if the owner of the recipe is still alive?" The man standing by the window looked back, his voice a little hoarse and heavy.
"But isn't the recipe ruined?" Sitting man looking at the test tube, light way.
"Too many people have sacrificed their lives for this thing."
"It's not a good omen to appear one after another in Jiangcheng city." The man with whom he spoke sighed, got up and went to the window.
The man sitting opposite buries his head with a smile, looks indisputable, and taps his knee with his fingertips: "is this thing alive again?"
"It's just that the dose in the blood is much smaller this time. Lin Yan has learned to be smart and knows to find someone to do it himself."
The test tube that Lin Yan handed to his confidant not long ago lay quietly on the table.
"yes, as like as two peas from Jiangcheng last time."
"This is..." The man sitting opposite looked a little shocked.
* *
"I have a lot of research on this case, do you want to hear my opinion?"
Song Yuhang came to her and put the lamp on the map.
Listen to her say so, Lin Yan looked at her one eye, pursed tight lip Cape, drew back sight again.
Otherwise, Lin Yan hated her so much. He loved her and hated her. He had just stabbed her in the neck. What's more, he was just a cleaner.
For a moment, song Yuhang's vest was cold, and she got goose bumps. But after a moment, she shook her head firmly: "you can't kill people, you can't
When she said this, her hair was scattered, her eyebrows and eyes were covered in the dim yellow light, and her lips were still bright red after drinking. Maybe the voltage in the attic was not stable. The lamp flashed, and the shadow behind her was like a ghost.
Lin Yan looked at her with a playful smile on his lips: "do you know that the cleaner who bumped into here by mistake last time is dead, like the corpse effect in that picture, I can do it, and even do it more cleanly, even without bone residue."
Song Yuhang slightly with a dogleg smile: "you smoke too much is not good, I help you solve, not waste."
Lin Yan slapped her hand, and she quickly went away.
Song Yuhang walked around the table, then went to the wall to look at the pictures. When he came back to her again, he grabbed the cigarette from her mouth and put it on himself.
The place where the corpse was thrown was greatly circled by Lin Yan with a red pen and painted in a mess.
It was three days before it appeared in public again. It turned into a pile of broken meat and was picked up from the garbage can.
It didn't take long to stop.
The red stroke is the known route of Chen Chunan's departure.The black pen circle is Jiangcheng No.1 middle school.
Jiangcheng fourteen years ago.
Song Yuhang sighed quietly in the bottom of his heart. When he came to her, he still did not dare to stand too close. He was looking at the Yellow map from a long distance.
She suddenly understood why she was so irritable.
Song Yuhang looks at Lin Yan. The man picks up a cigarette from the table, lights it, takes a sip, holds his hand on the table and looks at the map with his brow locked.
It took her 14 years to piece together the wall.
On the clue of "Fenyang wharf corpse case".
Song Yuhang was pushed to the table. Looking at the wall in front of him, he was shocked: "this is..."
"get out of my mouth with your love words."
Lin Yan slapped people away. Although he spared her, the anger didn't disappear so easily.
"I know. I'll pay it back in my life."
Song Yuhang was so sad that he got up to chase her and wanted to pull her sleeve and hold people in his arms to love her.
Song Yuhang opened his eyes, Lin Yan cut a wisp of hair from her temples, threw a knife and stood up: "Song Yuhang, this is what you owe me."
A strong wind hit, song Yuhang slightly nervous to swallow saliva, but did not expect the pain.
Lin Yan's hand holding the handle of the knife began to tremble. She bit her teeth and looked at the face in front of her. Her eyes were slightly red.
After that, he closed his eyes slightly and let himself be slaughtered.
She said, "come on."
I watched the tip of the knife fall on my eyelids.
She almost sat on her body in a triangle posture, and the two wrestled with each other. Song Yuhang was in a bad position, and he didn't want to hurt her.
"I said, you don't need to comfort me, to seek death?"
Lin Yan slowly moved back under her pressure, and the blade pointed straight at her eyes.
"But I miss you Song Yuhang said, turning her hand holding the knife to one side.
Lin Yan was a little short of breath, and the two were deadlocked.
"It's you who fight. Shouldn't you fight for breaking into a house?"
Song Yuhang touched his head on the ground and held her wrist: "Lin Yan, it's me..."
Song Yuhang fell dizzy, only saw a cold light straight at her neck, subconsciously raised his hand to remove the blade to grab the knife, Lin Yan didn't give it, saw who she was, on the contrary, the hand was more fierce, bent his knees to hit her abdomen, and threw the person over her side.
The paper cutter as thin as a cicada's wing in her hand was as fast as lightning, and it was in front of her in an instant.
Aware of the movement behind the moment, the glass fell to the ground, Lin Yan jumped up with a knife.
Song Yuhang pointed to the chimney and looked at the hazy light below. As soon as his eyes closed, he jumped down.
Damn it, it's really hard to chase a girlfriend. It's used to sneak into the old business.
She rubbed her hands, stood up and looked at the whole villa. When her eyes fell on the chimney on the roof, she had an idea.
Song Yuhang had been waiting outside for a long time. She fell asleep on the glass door and woke up again. She sneezed and her nose was frozen to ice.
I hate that I didn't have the ability at that time, and I didn't know how to do it. Now I can detect it as long as it's a piece of broken bone.
Lin Yan gradually pinched the goblet's thin neck, and the big finger bones turned white.
After all, it's a major case. There are too many people who have dealt with it.
……
Trace inspector?
Intern forensics?
Assistant forensic?
Criminal police in charge of investigating and handling cases?
Eyewitness?
Reporter?
So who else might have come into contact with Chunan's body at that time?
The clue is broken.
She looked at the black-and-white photo of Li Bin and went forward to tear it off.
The rest are scattered clues, which can't form a mind map, but over the years, it's a small gain.
In the center, a yellow picture is nailed with a thumbtack. It's Chunan.
There are also traces of her last paint brush.
The darkroom is full of photos, most of which are related to Chen Chunan. Lin Yan turns on the desk lamp and walks to the wall with red wine.
This is her secret base in Castle Peak villa. Usually, the door is locked without any technological means. A super-c lock is the best way to prevent theft.
Lin Yan carries goblet to go upstairs, went straight up attic, locked oneself into darkroom.
Well, I'm very energetic. It seems that I can't freeze all night.
waited for her to take a bath, put on the mask, and poured a glass of red wine upstairs, while song Yuhang moved in the yard, running high and running with one hand push ups.
As soon as Lin Yan took out the corner of his mouth, he blamed the non mainstream. He rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom.When Lin Yan finished drinking and was ready to take a bath, she took a look through the crack of the curtain. The man squatted in the courtyard, pulling the snow on the ground, and wrote her name with a branch.
Song Yuhang let out his breath, leaned against the glass door, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Lin Yan changed his clothes from the cloakroom and came out, wrapped in a loose Nightgown, barefoot on the ground, holding a fashion magazine in his hand, poured a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, carried the glass to the window, and pulled the curtain.
Song Yuhang patted on the door, and his exhaled heat turned into white fog on the glass: "Lin Yan, you let me in and listen to my explanation, ok..."
She can still enter the fingerprint lock outside. The door inside is locked from inside to outside, and it's bulletproof glass. She really can't enter.
She and the driver carried things into the hall one after another, and then turned back to lock the car. When they wanted to keep up, they found that the glass door of the hall was locked from the inside.
"You take it. I'll take it. I'll take it."
Lin Yan leaned over to get it. Song Yuhang helped the man up and put the umbrella into her hand.
From the trunk, the driver took the things they had bought together in the shopping mall. They couldn't put them down. There were also some things on the back seat.
I didn't ask where she was going.
"I'm back."
As soon as she spoke, the snow at the tip of her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes melted. It looked like crying, and her nose was red with cold.
Song Yuhang saw the lamp early, threw a cigarette to meet her, opened the door for her, and took the umbrella from the driver's hand to hold it for her.
Snow piled up in her black hair, I do not know how long to wait, from a distance, almost became a snowman.
She didn't go in even if she had fingerprints. She squatted beside the sunflower nursery in yantouba, smoking. The street lamp threw a dim yellow diaphragm on her body, and a pile of cigarette butts fell at her feet.
Now it's snow all over the mountains.
The last time song Yuhang waited for her like this, it was a rainy night.
By the time she got back to the villa, someone was waiting for her.
He turned around and pressed the tape on the back of her hand one by one. He put his arm into the quilt and tucked in the corner of the quilt. Then he left quietly.
Lin Yan pulled up the corner of his lips and laughed. He raised his head and forced his tears back. He saw that the hanging bottle was empty. He picked up another bottle from the tray at the head of the bed and looked at it carefully by the faint moonlight. Then he hung it up for her again.
It's just nature.
Chen's mother has also changed from a kind aunt who knows everything to a kind aunt who is now in a state of muddle headed.
This is nineteen years.
The sanitary napkin was the worst thing Lin Yan had ever used in the first half of her life. It was soft, not absorbent, not pure cotton, even a little stuffy and not very comfortable. But she always remembered the pants and the warmth of putting the sanitary napkin into her hands.
Lin Yan pinched the Wei Sheng towel like a hot potato. She wanted to throw it away, held it tightly in her hand, pushed her away and ran into the rain without looking back.
"Isn't your home far away? Remember to change it on the way. Don't eat cold food in recent days. My mother knows everything
"Ai -" Chu Nan put down her chopsticks and ran after her, and put a thin piece of white things into her hand.
Young Lin Yan did not sit down, put the changed clothes into his schoolbag, turned and left: "I'm home."
Lin Yan knew that this was a very precious food for the Chen family and Chen Chunan.
Chen Chunan looked at her bowl of rotten eggs and swallowed: "I can only drink it when I come to menstruation every month."
The food on the table is also very simple, such as white porridge with vegetable leaves, few grains of rice with clear soup, dark pickles, steamed bread. I don't know how long it has been put. Mildew spots appear on the white skin. The only thing that seems to have a little appetite is steamed sweet potato.
"Sit fast, sit fast, the house is broken, don't dislike it."
"No, just wash it." Mother Chen put the Lees on the table and pulled a cushion for her to sit on.
"I'll give you a new one tomorrow."
Chen Chunan sat cross legged on the wet and cold ground, and Lin Yan walked slowly.
When she came out from behind the curtain with a red face, food had already been put on the table where several chairs were put together. There was no decent place to sit except the bed. The mottled and flaking parts of the walls were covered with newspapers, and the other side was covered with Chen Chunan's awards.
Chen Chunan was a little reluctant, but he still handed her the trousers carefully: "here, you can wear this."
The bag of pants hasn't been removed yet. She fondly touched it and gently took the plastic bag apart. A smell of inferior jeans came out.
Chen Chunan dug out the trousers from the bottom of the wardrobe and said that the wardrobe was just a few plastic boxes.
Chen Chunan's school uniforms are washed and worn, not only with short sleeves and trouser legs, but also with patches. Lin Yan is a pretty girl. Although her new clothes are always dirty due to her fighting, the sandals on her feet are the latest ones on TV. It's estimated that Chunan's mother can't afford a year's salary.While cooking, mother Chen replied, "take out the new pair of trousers I bought for you last time and give them to your classmates. I think you are almost tall and should be able to wear them."
"Mom, I'll take her to change first."
Chen Chunan, as if very experienced, pulled her to the back of the bed surrounded by curtains.
She almost wanted to take the door at once.
It was the first time that 12-year-old Lin Yan heard the strange name "moon Sutra". Her face felt a layer of dryness, as if it was something heinous, and she curled up her toes in embarrassment and uneasiness.
"Uncomfortable? It's the first time a girl comes here. It's like this. After a while, my aunt will boil some wine for you, and then it won't hurt. "
Chen's mother was a little coy when she looked at her standing posture. She had a pale face and wore Chen Chunan's school uniform on her waist.
Lin Yan stood still and didn't call anyone. First, he was not used to such enthusiasm. Second, he was
Chen's mother rubbed her hands on her apron slightly and said to her, "sit down, sit down. Lin, sit down quickly. It happens that she is cooking. I'll stay and eat later."
Chen Chunan excitedly grabbed her arm and pushed her to the middle of the room: "Mom, her name is Lin Yan. She's my classmate."
Since her father's imprisonment, no one has ever set foot in the family.
"Come back, this is --"
Mother Chen is cooking, the coal stove is beside the window, so it's on the ground, bending over, struggling to weigh the spoon, but she turns around in a daze.
"Mom, I'm back."
She really didn't take these words to heart.
There was no sad, wronged or sad expression on her face. It seemed that she was just saying that the weather was fine today. When she turned to call her mother, her voice was a little more lively.
"I'm used to it."
Chen Chunan shook his head, took up his umbrella and pushed open the old wooden door of his home.
She has always been clear-cut, who is good to her, she is good to who.
"You let them say that about you?" Young Lin Yan has a chivalrous heart that is not afraid of tigers. As usual, she is not familiar with Chen Chunan, but she is still wearing other people's clothes on her waist, so she is embarrassed to stand by.
Chen Chunan grabbed her sleeve: "Lin Yan, why are you going?"
Lin Yan wants to run into the rain.
"That's to say, go for a walk. Don't look at it. When you go home for dinner, people will hear you and give you a knife later. There's no place to cry."
"Dragon begets dragon and Phoenix begets Phoenix. The mouse's son can make holes. Even if he studies well, maybe he is bad. You are not allowed to play with her!"
"Oh, isn't that the murderer's child? It's good to come back. "
There are unkind neighbors and children pointing behind them.
Two people with a broken umbrella, ran through the muddy path.
Perhaps because of the drugs, Chen's mother was sleeping very deeply. When she looked at it like this, she could not help thinking of the situation when she first went to Chen's house more than ten years ago.
There was not even a chair in the ward of the mental patient. Lin Yan squatted down beside the bed, looked at her face full of ravines, and combed the white hair on her side face behind her ears.
The Dean left her the key after she left.
The Dean took it with both hands: "yes, miss."
"Find someone to do the test. We'll do it in our own laboratory. I'll see the test report within three days at the latest."
Lin Yan went in, but suddenly remembered something, took out a test tube from his satchel and handed it to him.
The Dean felt numb and had to open the door with the key.
"Open the door." The tone of voice is irrefutable.
He's a psychopath, after all.
The president hesitated: "Miss, it's too dangerous -"
Lin Yan looked at her gray hair and trembled: "open the door, I'll go in and have a look at her."
In any case, when she was young, she couldn't stop her body from collapsing.
In the past seven years, she has exhausted all kinds of medical methods, including conventional, unconventional, physical, psychological, various cutting-edge drugs and cutting-edge technology. Aunt Chen can only recover to the state of being sober and confused at that time, and is far from reaching the indications for mental patients to recover and leave the hospital. With the gradual increase of age, All kinds of complications also follow, such as hypertension, heart disease, anemia, gastric ulcer and so on.
Lin Yan is half a doctor himself. When she was found in China seven years ago, she was even more crazy than she is now. She shrank under the bridge, let alone separate men from women. She could not even see her figure.
In her 40s, the Dean, who was also the director of Psychiatry Department of a top three public hospital in China, shook his head and said, "it's very slim. I'm already this age. I can only say that it's to delay the disease and reduce the recurrence."
Lin Yan's eyebrows were covered with a layer of worry: "does she still have a chance to recover?"
The doctor wry smile: "we smashed the medicine, mixed it in the rice and fed it to her, otherwise we would not take it.""Is she willing to take the medicine?"
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Tai'an psychiatric hospital. "Are you asleep?" Lin Yan looked in through the gap above the iron door, and saw Aunt Chen lying on her side on the bed. Beside the bed, there was an infusion rack. The bottle on it was half empty. Dean with her side, respectful: "took medicine to sleep, miss." Thank you for throwing grenades: ala Oh, 7; don't mess with your mother, 1; thank you for throwing Rockets: Xingyun, 2; koalalau, ALA Oh, 1; thank you for throwing shallow water bombs: zowen, nihilistic, 1; thank you for throwing domineering tickets or irrigating nutrient solution for me during the period from November 2122:18:24 to November 2222:13:12, 2019 ~ thank you thanks for watching. We'll see you tomorrow. Interested in their own degrees Niang. Libido = x instinct. The author has something to say: Song team's words about human being as a complex energy system derive from Freud's theory of personality stage development. "I want to marry you soon." "Don't you mean to promise me to marry me when it's over?" "The truth is --" she took time to look back at her with a soft smile and warm and sincere eyes. Without waiting for her answer, she said to herself, "lies are the same old story that I as a people's policeman must solve when I have a case. I guess you are tired of hearing it." Do you want to listen to the truth Song Yuhang takes out his intranet number card. Lin Yan looks at her busy and says, "you Why do you have to be so conscientious? " She dug out the notebook from under a pile of newspapers and books, opened it and handed it to her. "Yes, I'll find it for you." Lin Yan came back to his senses, and his eyes were filled with a little water, which was breathtaking. Song Yuhang put his hand on her back and patted: "do you have a computer here?" Lin Yan put his hand on the table, trembling slightly, swallowing and trying to adjust his breathing. this case even more difficult for her to find the place is here, clearly locked the suspect, but let him so not clear, dead, who can swallow this breath! 's song and his mind flash across Yuhang: "I remember the suspect was a butcher, and Chen Chunan's father had clashed with him in the vegetable market because of 20 Fen and he accidentally cut his wife and died. He had a motive for committing the crime, lived near the scene of the corpse throwing, had the conditions for committing the crime, and had the tools for committing the crime. He also found Chen Chunan's blood in his car, which is very consistent with my profile of the murderer's appearance and personality. It's just that I heard later that he died in the detention house. Otherwise, he would be able to dig out more things. Even if he didn't kill him, he would have nothing to do with that person Lin Yan thought for a while, took a pen and paper, and wrote down a few names: "these are some people who used to bully us. Later, I checked them myself. The police should have checked them, but they still got nothing." "Think again." Song Yuhang pondered: "it's not necessary to make friends with her, it's OK to make friends with her." Lin Yan shook his head: "her interpersonal relationship is very simple, I, her best friend, Aunt Chen, her mother, people in the school all stay away from her, where there is any interpersonal relationship." "Ordinary homicide cases are just one or more of money killing, hate killing and love killing. Lin Yan, please sort out Chunan's interpersonal relationship for me. " Lin Yan couldn't help but look at her a few more eyes, and realized that she was looking at herself. Song Yuhang's lips stirred up a trace of smile. She took her shoulder in one hand and scratched it on the paper with the other. It really looked like she had some experience in this case. Lin Yan poked her elbow but didn't push her away. Song Yuhang held her back and said, "so let's put aside the speculation that the murderer is a serial abnormal murderer, and return to the investigation of general criminal cases, and simplify the investigation." Song Yuhang thought of her cupboard full of thousands of paper cranes. His heart gave him a severe pain. He went to hold her shoulder and gave her a silent comfort. Bailing is an exception, but the clue is broken again. However, since her sophomore internship with her teacher, she has dissected more than 6000 corpses so far. She spent more time in the dissecting room than eating and sleeping, but she still got nothing. She did not encounter a similar case. If we find a common ground, we will find a breakthrough. Lin Yan nodded, took a deep breath and restrained himself: "so over the years, I've been dissecting and looking for similar cases. I just want to..." Speaking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Lin Yan: "however, after the general serial killers commit crimes for the first time, they will commit crimes again. I think you should also understand this." "It's just like when we deal with women's crimes, most criminals can't afford it. He gains pleasure by controlling, insulting and molesting women."Therefore, the reason why he can't develop more quickly is that he can't get more energy from the psychopathic system Satisfy your sexuality. " "Third, like this kind of indifference attack, criminals generally don't choose people who have social relations with them, because only unfamiliar people have biological attributes but no social attributes in the eyes of criminals. In other words, you are just his prey, just a piece of meat on his chopping board. It's cool and exciting for him to kill, and he enjoys controlling everything The feeling in the palm. " "Second, criminals often choose to attack with randomness. It's possible that you will be taken in when you wear a beautiful skirt today, or that you will be taken in when you carry a beautiful bag. It's also possible that criminals like to be fat and you will escape when you are very thin. I won't repeat this. As long as you meet the criminal's standard, he will kill you." You think killing a man is killing a chicken? You don't have to work hard to kill a chicken. You can't even catch a chicken. She knows why. Dissecting corpses is an individual work. It is necessary to have skills or strength. Lin Yan nodded and leaned on the table to signal her to continue. Because there was no whiteboard, song Yuhang used a pen to draw on the paper and wrote: "psychologically, abnormal killers are also known as" lecherous killers ". More than 95% of the criminals are men, and only a few of them are strong women." No matter whether he is a human or a ghost, how many times he makes a comeback and how he died 20 years ago, as long as he dares to come, he will still be driven back to hell. There is no room for such a bug in the world. " However, when he said that sentence, it still made another person think of those extraordinary years in a trance. The man looked out of the window at the neon flashing, busy, some trance. They are no longer young, the original tall figure slightly bent up. He gasped heavily: "is he the devil who climbs back from hell to seek revenge?" "No - no way!" The man suddenly accentuated his tone and gritted his teeth: "he, he died long ago! It can't be alive! Unless Unless... " "But what if the owner of the recipe is still alive?" The man standing by the window looked back, his voice a little hoarse and heavy. "But isn't the recipe ruined?" Sitting man looking at the test tube, light way. "Too many people have sacrificed their lives for this thing." "It's not a good omen to appear one after another in Jiangcheng city." The man with whom he spoke sighed, got up and went to the window. The man sitting opposite buries his head with a smile, looks indisputable, and taps his knee with his fingertips: "is this thing alive again?" "It's just that the dose in the blood is much smaller this time. Lin Yan has learned to be smart and knows to find someone to do it himself." The test tube that Lin Yan handed to his confidant not long ago lay quietly on the table. "yes, as like as two peas from Jiangcheng last time." "This is..." The man sitting opposite looked a little shocked. * * "I have a lot of research on this case, do you want to hear my opinion?" Song Yuhang came to her and put the lamp on the map. Listen to her say so, Lin Yan looked at her one eye, pursed tight lip Cape, drew back sight again. Otherwise, Lin Yan hated her so much. He loved her and hated her. He had just stabbed her in the neck. What's more, he was just a cleaner. For a moment, song Yuhang's vest was cold, and she got goose bumps. But after a moment, she shook her head firmly: "you can't kill people, you can't When she said this, her hair was scattered, her eyebrows and eyes were covered in the dim yellow light, and her lips were still bright red after drinking. Maybe the voltage in the attic was not stable. The lamp flashed, and the shadow behind her was like a ghost. Lin Yan looked at her with a playful smile on his lips: "do you know that the cleaner who bumped into here by mistake last time is dead, like the corpse effect in that picture, I can do it, and even do it more cleanly, even without bone residue." Song Yuhang slightly with a dogleg smile: "you smoke too much is not good, I help you solve, not waste." Lin Yan slapped her hand, and she quickly went away. Song Yuhang walked around the table, then went to the wall to look at the pictures. When he came back to her again, he grabbed the cigarette from her mouth and put it on himself. The place where the corpse was thrown was greatly circled by Lin Yan with a red pen and painted in a mess. It was three days before it appeared in public again. It turned into a pile of broken meat and was picked up from the garbage can. It didn't take long to stop. The red stroke is the known route of Chen Chunan's departure.The black pen circle is Jiangcheng No.1 middle school. Jiangcheng fourteen years ago. Song Yuhang sighed quietly in the bottom of his heart. When he came to her, he still did not dare to stand too close. He was looking at the Yellow map from a long distance. She suddenly understood why she was so irritable. Song Yuhang looks at Lin Yan. The man picks up a cigarette from the table, lights it, takes a sip, holds his hand on the table and looks at the map with his brow locked. It took her 14 years to piece together the wall. On the clue of "Fenyang wharf corpse case". Song Yuhang was pushed to the table. Looking at the wall in front of him, he was shocked: "this is..." "get out of my mouth with your love words." Lin Yan slapped people away. Although he spared her, the anger didn't disappear so easily. "I know. I'll pay it back in my life." Song Yuhang was so sad that he got up to chase her and wanted to pull her sleeve and hold people in his arms to love her. Song Yuhang opened his eyes, Lin Yan cut a wisp of hair from her temples, threw a knife and stood up: "Song Yuhang, this is what you owe me." A strong wind hit, song Yuhang slightly nervous to swallow saliva, but did not expect the pain. Lin Yan's hand holding the handle of the knife began to tremble. She bit her teeth and looked at the face in front of her. Her eyes were slightly red. After that, he closed his eyes slightly and let himself be slaughtered. She said, "come on." I watched the tip of the knife fall on my eyelids. She almost sat on her body in a triangle posture, and the two wrestled with each other. Song Yuhang was in a bad position, and he didn't want to hurt her. "I said, you don't need to comfort me, to seek death?" Lin Yan slowly moved back under her pressure, and the blade pointed straight at her eyes. "But I miss you Song Yuhang said, turning her hand holding the knife to one side. Lin Yan was a little short of breath, and the two were deadlocked. "It's you who fight. Shouldn't you fight for breaking into a house?" Song Yuhang touched his head on the ground and held her wrist: "Lin Yan, it's me..." Song Yuhang fell dizzy, only saw a cold light straight at her neck, subconsciously raised his hand to remove the blade to grab the knife, Lin Yan didn't give it, saw who she was, on the contrary, the hand was more fierce, bent his knees to hit her abdomen, and threw the person over her side. The paper cutter as thin as a cicada's wing in her hand was as fast as lightning, and it was in front of her in an instant. Aware of the movement behind the moment, the glass fell to the ground, Lin Yan jumped up with a knife. Song Yuhang pointed to the chimney and looked at the hazy light below. As soon as his eyes closed, he jumped down. Damn it, it's really hard to chase a girlfriend. It's used to sneak into the old business. She rubbed her hands, stood up and looked at the whole villa. When her eyes fell on the chimney on the roof, she had an idea. Song Yuhang had been waiting outside for a long time. She fell asleep on the glass door and woke up again. She sneezed and her nose was frozen to ice. I hate that I didn't have the ability at that time, and I didn't know how to do it. Now I can detect it as long as it's a piece of broken bone. Lin Yan gradually pinched the goblet's thin neck, and the big finger bones turned white. After all, it's a major case. There are too many people who have dealt with it. Trace inspector? Intern forensics? Assistant forensic? Criminal police in charge of investigating and handling cases? Eyewitness? Reporter? So who else might have come into contact with Chunan's body at that time? The clue is broken. She looked at the black-and-white photo of Li Bin and went forward to tear it off. The rest are scattered clues, which can't form a mind map, but over the years, it's a small gain. In the center, a yellow picture is nailed with a thumbtack. It's Chunan. There are also traces of her last paint brush. The darkroom is full of photos, most of which are related to Chen Chunan. Lin Yan turns on the desk lamp and walks to the wall with red wine. This is her secret base in Castle Peak villa. Usually, the door is locked without any technological means. A super-c lock is the best way to prevent theft. Lin Yan carries goblet to go upstairs, went straight up attic, locked oneself into darkroom. Well, I'm very energetic. It seems that I can't freeze all night. waited for her to take a bath, put on the mask, and poured a glass of red wine upstairs, while song Yuhang moved in the yard, running high and running with one hand push ups. As soon as Lin Yan took out the corner of his mouth, he blamed the non mainstream. He rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom.When Lin Yan finished drinking and was ready to take a bath, she took a look through the crack of the curtain. The man squatted in the courtyard, pulling the snow on the ground, and wrote her name with a branch. Song Yuhang let out his breath, leaned against the glass door, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Out of sight, out of mind. Lin Yan changed his clothes from the cloakroom and came out, wrapped in a loose Nightgown, barefoot on the ground, holding a fashion magazine in his hand, poured a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, carried the glass to the window, and pulled the curtain. Song Yuhang patted on the door, and his exhaled heat turned into white fog on the glass: "Lin Yan, you let me in and listen to my explanation, ok..." She can still enter the fingerprint lock outside. The door inside is locked from inside to outside, and it's bulletproof glass. She really can't enter. She and the driver carried things into the hall one after another, and then turned back to lock the car. When they wanted to keep up, they found that the glass door of the hall was locked from the inside. "You take it. I'll take it. I'll take it." Lin Yan leaned over to get it. Song Yuhang helped the man up and put the umbrella into her hand. From the trunk, the driver took the things they had bought together in the shopping mall. They couldn't put them down. There were also some things on the back seat. I didn't ask where she was going. "I'm back." As soon as she spoke, the snow at the tip of her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes melted. It looked like crying, and her nose was red with cold. Song Yuhang saw the lamp early, threw a cigarette to meet her, opened the door for her, and took the umbrella from the driver's hand to hold it for her. Snow piled up in her black hair, I do not know how long to wait, from a distance, almost became a snowman. She didn't go in even if she had fingerprints. She squatted beside the sunflower nursery in yantouba, smoking. The street lamp threw a dim yellow diaphragm on her body, and a pile of cigarette butts fell at her feet. Now it's snow all over the mountains. The last time song Yuhang waited for her like this, it was a rainy night. By the time she got back to the villa, someone was waiting for her. He turned around and pressed the tape on the back of her hand one by one. He put his arm into the quilt and tucked in the corner of the quilt. Then he left quietly. Lin Yan pulled up the corner of his lips and laughed. He raised his head and forced his tears back. He saw that the hanging bottle was empty. He picked up another bottle from the tray at the head of the bed and looked at it carefully by the faint moonlight. Then he hung it up for her again. It's just nature. Chen's mother has also changed from a kind aunt who knows everything to a kind aunt who is now in a state of muddle headed. This is nineteen years. The sanitary napkin was the worst thing Lin Yan had ever used in the first half of her life. It was soft, not absorbent, not pure cotton, even a little stuffy and not very comfortable. But she always remembered the pants and the warmth of putting the sanitary napkin into her hands. Lin Yan pinched the Wei Sheng towel like a hot potato. She wanted to throw it away, held it tightly in her hand, pushed her away and ran into the rain without looking back. "Isn't your home far away? Remember to change it on the way. Don't eat cold food in recent days. My mother knows everything "Ai -" Chu Nan put down her chopsticks and ran after her, and put a thin piece of white things into her hand. Young Lin Yan did not sit down, put the changed clothes into his schoolbag, turned and left: "I'm home." Lin Yan knew that this was a very precious food for the Chen family and Chen Chunan. Chen Chunan looked at her bowl of rotten eggs and swallowed: "I can only drink it when I come to menstruation every month." The food on the table is also very simple, such as white porridge with vegetable leaves, few grains of rice with clear soup, dark pickles, steamed bread. I don't know how long it has been put. Mildew spots appear on the white skin. The only thing that seems to have a little appetite is steamed sweet potato. "Sit fast, sit fast, the house is broken, don't dislike it." "No, just wash it." Mother Chen put the Lees on the table and pulled a cushion for her to sit on. "I'll give you a new one tomorrow." Chen Chunan sat cross legged on the wet and cold ground, and Lin Yan walked slowly. When she came out from behind the curtain with a red face, food had already been put on the table where several chairs were put together. There was no decent place to sit except the bed. The mottled and flaking parts of the walls were covered with newspapers, and the other side was covered with Chen Chunan's awards. Chen Chunan was a little reluctant, but he still handed her the trousers carefully: "here, you can wear this." The bag of pants hasn't been removed yet. She fondly touched it and gently took the plastic bag apart. A smell of inferior jeans came out. Chen Chunan dug out the trousers from the bottom of the wardrobe and said that the wardrobe was just a few plastic boxes. Chen Chunan's school uniforms are washed and worn, not only with short sleeves and trouser legs, but also with patches. Lin Yan is a pretty girl. Although her new clothes are always dirty due to her fighting, the sandals on her feet are the latest ones on TV. It's estimated that Chunan's mother can't afford a year's salary.While cooking, mother Chen replied, "take out the new pair of trousers I bought for you last time and give them to your classmates. I think you are almost tall and should be able to wear them." "Mom, I'll take her to change first." Chen Chunan, as if very experienced, pulled her to the back of the bed surrounded by curtains. She almost wanted to take the door at once. It was the first time that 12-year-old Lin Yan heard the strange name "moon Sutra". Her face felt a layer of dryness, as if it was something heinous, and she curled up her toes in embarrassment and uneasiness. "Uncomfortable? It's the first time a girl comes here. It's like this. After a while, my aunt will boil some wine for you, and then it won't hurt. " Chen's mother was a little coy when she looked at her standing posture. She had a pale face and wore Chen Chunan's school uniform on her waist. Lin Yan stood still and didn't call anyone. First, he was not used to such enthusiasm. Second, he was Chen's mother rubbed her hands on her apron slightly and said to her, "sit down, sit down. Lin, sit down quickly. It happens that she is cooking. I'll stay and eat later." Chen Chunan excitedly grabbed her arm and pushed her to the middle of the room: "Mom, her name is Lin Yan. She's my classmate." Since her father's imprisonment, no one has ever set foot in the family. "Come back, this is --" Mother Chen is cooking, the coal stove is beside the window, so it's on the ground, bending over, struggling to weigh the spoon, but she turns around in a daze. "Mom, I'm back." She really didn't take these words to heart. There was no sad, wronged or sad expression on her face. It seemed that she was just saying that the weather was fine today. When she turned to call her mother, her voice was a little more lively. "I'm used to it." Chen Chunan shook his head, took up his umbrella and pushed open the old wooden door of his home. She has always been clear-cut, who is good to her, she is good to who. "You let them say that about you?" Young Lin Yan has a chivalrous heart that is not afraid of tigers. As usual, she is not familiar with Chen Chunan, but she is still wearing other people's clothes on her waist, so she is embarrassed to stand by. Chen Chunan grabbed her sleeve: "Lin Yan, why are you going?" Lin Yan wants to run into the rain. "That's to say, go for a walk. Don't look at it. When you go home for dinner, people will hear you and give you a knife later. There's no place to cry." "Dragon begets dragon and Phoenix begets Phoenix. The mouse's son can make holes. Even if he studies well, maybe he is bad. You are not allowed to play with her!" "Oh, isn't that the murderer's child? It's good to come back. " There are unkind neighbors and children pointing behind them. Two people with a broken umbrella, ran through the muddy path. Perhaps because of the drugs, Chen's mother was sleeping very deeply. When she looked at it like this, she could not help thinking of the situation when she first went to Chen's house more than ten years ago. There was not even a chair in the ward of the mental patient. Lin Yan squatted down beside the bed, looked at her face full of ravines, and combed the white hair on her side face behind her ears. The Dean left her the key after she left. The Dean took it with both hands: "yes, miss." "Find someone to do the test. We'll do it in our own laboratory. I'll see the test report within three days at the latest." Lin Yan went in, but suddenly remembered something, took out a test tube from his satchel and handed it to him. The Dean felt numb and had to open the door with the key. "Open the door." The tone of voice is irrefutable. He's a psychopath, after all. The president hesitated: "Miss, it's too dangerous -" Lin Yan looked at her gray hair and trembled: "open the door, I'll go in and have a look at her." In any case, when she was young, she couldn't stop her body from collapsing. In the past seven years, she has exhausted all kinds of medical methods, including conventional, unconventional, physical, psychological, various cutting-edge drugs and cutting-edge technology. Aunt Chen can only recover to the state of being sober and confused at that time, and is far from reaching the indications for mental patients to recover and leave the hospital. With the gradual increase of age, All kinds of complications also follow, such as hypertension, heart disease, anemia, gastric ulcer and so on. Lin Yan is half a doctor himself. When she was found in China seven years ago, she was even more crazy than she is now. She shrank under the bridge, let alone separate men from women. She could not even see her figure. In her 40s, the Dean, who was also the director of Psychiatry Department of a top three public hospital in China, shook his head and said, "it's very slim. I'm already this age. I can only say that it's to delay the disease and reduce the recurrence." Lin Yan's eyebrows were covered with a layer of worry: "does she still have a chance to recover?" The doctor wry smile: "we smashed the medicine, mixed it in the rice and fed it to her, otherwise we would not take it.""Is she willing to take the medicine?" 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