Chapter 27

"I'm a killer.

I worked for five, eight, ten years? Time doesn't matter anymore.

I have a lot of money and I never miss it. Otherwise, I am now a prisoner of the Chinese police.

I can buy what I want and play what I want. Although not a millionaire, but absolutely no financial pressure.

My fingers are used to pull the trigger; I don't feel anything when I see a corpse. I can only think that there is another large sum of money to be paid in.

I'm so far away from ordinary people's lives. But when I don't have a mission, I have to live among them. When I walk in the crowd, I can't feel my own existence... "

"Wait --" a voice chimed in.

It's nagging.

He looked at Bai Jinxi standing by the window, bending his head and pondering: "Bai Mei, although you regard yourself as a killer, go to speculate on his psychological activities. It's very touching to listen to him. However, a killer's heart, you said so emotional? What walks in the crowd and doesn't feel there, just like reading a poem... "

He nagged a pile, but only in exchange for white Jinxi a white eye.

"Nonsense." She sat on the windowsill. "Please note, although we met the first psychopathic professional killer in Chinese history. But he also can not escape the fate of the pervert - it must be a long-term psychological depression, coupled with the stimulation of an event, which led to his outbreak. The event is the external cause, and the decisive factor is always his internal factor. "

Xiaozhuan interface: "that is to say, he has been repressed for a long time."

"Yes." Jin Xi replied, "otherwise, so many professional killers will not be abnormal, but he will be abnormal? There must be inevitability in contingency. "

It was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun was slanting in from the window. The scene of yesterday's crime scene is quiet today.

Jinxi looked up, Xiaozhuan stood closest to her, still a face of serious worship; cold face no expression; nagging is hard to digest her words.

Han Shen stood farthest from her, his hands in black gloves in his trouser pockets. When you don't laugh, there is always a kind of cold atmosphere. And his eyes, for a moment, looked at her.

Jinxi looks down.

She used to reason based on theory and experience to analyze and get results.

She regards herself as a serial killer to feel his psychology, even his words and deeds - this reasoning habit she has never had before. But today, she was really touched. Unconsciously, they began to speculate.

Only serial killers can touch her deepest and most sensitive nerve?

And she still feels like a fish in the water?

Fortunately, no one regarded her as a psychopath except nagging.

"Because of the need of my work, I often change my living place, and now the house price is a little high. Even a professional killer can't afford too many houses, so I will rent a house. If you rent a middle-class house in a neighborhood that is not the most prosperous but not remote, and drive a car that is the most common in this city, then you can hide in the city. The largest number of cars in LAN city is Dongfeng Citroen. I'll buy a Citroen Elysee in the early 100000's; or Citroen Sega. " She said, "but I might prefer Sega because it looks better. The color is black, because it's harder to detect at night. "

Nag "Hey" A: "even drive what color and brand of car are pushed out. God

Jin Xi smiles: "the greatest pleasure of the criminal psychology profiler lies in the fact that her voice dropped a little bit:" all the actions of the murderer will become very simple in our eyes. "

The others did not speak.

The woman sat on the window sill, one hand on the edge of the window sill, the other hand holding a cigarette in play. Her long hair tied into a ponytail, and then coiled back to the head, particularly neat. Her face was slightly drooping and her eyelashes were black and curly. When she said such a crazy sentence with a calm tone, no one felt the violation.

And Han Shen stares at her side face, bows his head to contain a cigarette. Remembering that he was still at the scene of the crime, he took it down again. Like her, between her fingers. Long fingers in black gloves, turning at will.

Jinxi also realized that this was too arrogant, but she blurted out just now, and the feeling of familiarity welled up again.

She immediately continued reasoning, pretending that nothing had happened: "because of my loneliness and desire, whenever I stop in a city, I will find a job for ordinary people. Too professional, no time to learn; too simple and inferior, disdain to do. I will do a skilled job, as a hobby, can also make me like a normal person, living in the crowd. So I might be a clock repairman, maybe a computer repairman. Maybe, I still have the training certificate of Peking University Bluebird. "

She said mischievously, but the others did not laugh and listened intently.

Jin Xi took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In her mind, the image of a young man came to her mind:

of medium build, thin and strong. He might wear glasses, carry a computer bag, wear a shirt and slacks, and look like it engineers everywhere in the city.He can't walk very fast, because it's not good for him to observe the people and things around him. This is a professional habit. But no one noticed that he walked almost quietly.

He goes to work and leaves work on time every day. He lives an ordinary and unobtrusive life. But when he had a job, he would take off his glasses and his shirt. He is absolutely clean and tidy. After finishing his work, his heart will be filled with a light and familiar sense of achievement. But this sense of achievement can never be shared with others. And then there is a huge void, and more silence.

What is it that makes such a killer unable to suppress? Finally put down his arrogance, face the conflict of soul?

……

Jinxi slowly opened his eyes: "it's subversion.

It is a precious and important feeling that has been destroyed, and the balance that he has been struggling to maintain for a long time has been completely overturned. The subversion is on the side of revenge society. "

She jumped off the windowsill. "I'm done."

"What does" t "stand for

Jin Xi replied: "in serial homicide cases, this special mark left by the murderer generally refers to two things."

Nagging interest: "which two?"

Jin Xi smiles: "the killer himself, or" it. ". Refer to yourself, that's natural. Which serial killer doesn't love yourself? And "it" is what they cling to. It can represent anyone and anything. Maybe our killer is infatuated with the letter T since childhood; maybe the person he loves is nailed to death; maybe t stands for Tuesday Tuesday It's too early to see through his heart. "

She turned to Han Chen and said, "Xiaozhuan has a discovery that I think can be referred to - two victims. They are people who have no contribution to the society and who are self-motivated and muddle along. Is this the standard for his target selection?

But after all, there are only two of them. Whether they are selected, or whether they happen to have the same characteristics, it is still not easy to draw a conclusion. After all, there are quite a lot of them now.

And from experience, the vast majority of serial Gunners at home and abroad, their target is random, will not deliberately choose. Because it's just the pleasure and control of sniping, it's enough for them. So there's no need to choose. "

The others all nodded, and even their cold faces showed approval.

Han Chen put his cigarette to his ear, took off his gloves and threw it to Xiaozhuan.

Xiaozhuan can be used to catch it, fold it for the elder and put it away.

Jin Xi thought to herself: the temperament of Beijing childe is really good for my younger brother.

Han Chen looked at her and said, "no, they must have been chosen."

Jinxi was stunned. In fact, her inner intuition is also inclined to be selected, but it's too early to draw a conclusion with only two victims.

"The ground of the two sniping points on the rooftop has been carefully wiped off." He repeated what he had found before cold noodles.

Jinxi, Xiaozhuan and Laodao were all in a daze, but he nodded in cold face. It seemed that he understood.

"The killer is fully equipped with professional equipment. He must have worn gloves and foot covers, leaving no fingerprints or footprints. It's unnecessary to wipe the floor. " He said, "there's only one explanation: what he's going to wipe off is sweat."

Jinxi instantly understood: "this shows that he waited for a period of time on the roof of the building, and then a lot of sweat will drop, which needs to be wiped."

Nagging interface: "yes, yes, so the victim is selected. Because if it was a random homicide, it was noon and people were coming and going downstairs. He could kill a few of them by shooting at the top of the building. He's been waiting so long just to kill those two people! "

All five were silent.

Han Xi has to admit the charm of her traditional method of investigation.

Her criminal psychology is to infer the character and characteristics of this person from the various behaviors of the criminal.

However, he was keen to capture every seemingly unimportant detail on the scene, to find out the loopholes in logic; perhaps it was a piece of ground that should not be wiped clean, or a wisp of bells that should not ring at midnight, so as to infer the only accurate and reasonable explanation.

Should she call him logical?

Results did not expect, this time, nagging actually with her heart. He exclaimed: "boss, you are the emperor of logic! No wonder math is so good

Xiaozhuan: "yes, yes."

Han Chen smiles.

As if sensing her eyes, he looked up.

Dark eyes, as if still residual afternoon will her from the ground, at that time, you cold.

Jinxi smiles, calm and peaceful.

He looked away. "There's another thing wrong at the scene - the shell."

Nagging interface: "yes. I was thinking about it before. At least 10 minutes after receiving the shooting, the local police station should arrive at the scene. He left from the roof to the parking space, which we tested, less than five minutes. He has time to pick up shells. Why not?

The sniper guns he used were very few in China, and there were not many black market circulation. With the warhead and cartridge case, the bureau can give an accurate report in ten days: what kind of gun these bullets were fired from, how many years they have been used, even where they are produced, what year they are produced, and what channels they may purchase them from. Whether or not such guns have been used in similar cases in the past This leaves too many clues, and we have a good chance to find out about himHan Chen closed his eyes slightly and looked indifferent: "professional killers, they won't make such low-level mistakes. He didn't pick it up for one reason - no need. He doesn't care anymore

The other four were stunned.

Han Shen took the smoke from his ear and put it in his mouth.

"There is a logical paradox." He said, "he wiped away the sweat and didn't want us to test his DNA. If we leave sweat, two or three days, we can determine who he is. However, he dropped the shell at the scene again

Jinxi was shocked and blurted out: "this shows that he doesn't care about being caught by us in the future. He just didn't want to be caught that fast. "

Han Shen looked up and looked at her: "well, it's not just killing a few people at will and retaliating against the society. He has a complete plan that will be implemented in ten days

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