Yan Junxun doesn't come to the Inspectorate very often. He hates the atmosphere here, as well as the human form (color) (color) gaze here. www.sto123.cc He is different from the kind of people they understand. He is neither passionate nor aggressive. Every time he comes to the Inspectorate, he seems to have not (sleeping Shui) awake. He did not allow Jiang Lian to mention his name here, and he believed that he had not provided much help to Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian called Yan Junxun a psychological profiler, but they all understood that Yan Junxun did not act like a psychological profiler. Shi Shanyan's words hit the nail on the head: Yan Junxun can empathize with the murderer. The details of the scene are woven like a spider web in Yan Junxun's mind, and he often imagines along a thread.

"Can you understand?" Jiang Lian said to Shi Shanyan in the office, taking advantage of Yan Jun's time to go to the bathroom, "His thinking runs so fast that people often can't catch up. It's very like during an exam. Everyone is obviously holding the same paper, but he not only answered very correctly, but also answered very quickly. It is almost certain that people will doubt whether he has read the correct answer or the kind with detailed explanation."

"I understand."

Shi Shanyan leaned back in the chair, and saw Yan Junxun who was behind the glass wall turning out of the corner. Yan Junxun stopped in front of the vending machine, not interested in the gaze around him. Super (strong qiang) perception makes him very keen. He knows what the people around him are thinking, but he doesn't care.

"He knows how to protect himself, and he will throw a lot of things and many people into the category of'insignificant'. He doesn't like being watched, and has an attitude of disgust with his own observation. But his talent is so good, more often I can't control myself not to associate. You just give him something about the case, and he can't help sitting there thinking."

"Yes..." Jiang Lian looked at Shi Shanyan complicatedly, "You know it well. I would take the liberty to ask, would you do the same?"

Shi Shanyan turned his chair and looked at Jiang Lian. His eyes were straightforward, and he said, "Why don't you ask Yan Junxun? He can tell you the correct answer."

Jiang Lian was silent for a while, and continued, "I always hope that Jun Xun can think of something wrong, so that it will make him look more normal."

Shi Shanyan was amused, as if he didn't understand this sentence. He straightened up (shen) and asked Jiang Lian across the desk, "Why do you think he is'not normal enough'?"

Jiang Lian’s lenses were polished very brightly. He thought about it carefully and replied: “Because I am an ordinary person, ordinary people will be filled with indignation on some details of the case. Everyone is more willing to stand from the perspective of the victim than the murderer. Jun. Every time I observe the scene, I am calm...Sometimes it can be called indifference.

"You don't think he can empathize with the victim," Shi Shanyan was like a psychology teacher sitting in the office. "He'seeed' the victim's pain, but did not show that he should have sympathy and anger. The children raised by the system also Pretty scary, isn't it?"

Jiang Lian did not answer.

"Yan Junxun does not have Artemis at home now," Shi Shanyan split the question. "Because you find that Yan Junxun can't empathize with the victim. Even though he looks behaved right now, he is very good to the murderer. The level of understanding far exceeds that of normal people. Artemis’ teaching results are scary. If Jun Yan seeks to commit crimes, then he is the most difficult murderer.” Shi Shanyan (Lu) showed an expression of understanding, with Smiling cruelly asked, "I'm curious, did you drop Artemis?"

***

Yan Junxun carried beer cans and walked through various bells and conversations. He looks like a fresh graduate, and even his t-shirt has a Pikachu pattern. Instead of returning to Jiang Lian's office, he went to the lounge with relatively few people.

The lounge of the Inspectorate is surrounded by lush virtual green plants on all sides. The space between the seats is consistent, and the people inside are talking in low voices. The no-smoking area was on the left, and Jun Jun thought for a while, and found a remote place on the right to sit down.

The sound of the stream was played cyclically in the hall, and Yan Jun looked in his trouser pocket (touching Mo) (touching Mo), there was still a cigarette hidden there. He took the cigarette out, hesitated for a while, bit between his lips, but didn't point it.

If you want to predict whether a person will do something, you have to figure out his expectations for the result of the behavior, and if he can get rewards from it, he will continue to do it. This is the expectation theory in social learning.

Yan Jun looked for the tip of his tongue against the cigarette butt.

The murderer was afraid of the (sexual xing) invasion process, but chose to repeat the crime against the (sexual xing) offender. She is very paranoid and keeps the same modus operandi. This is like a kind of ritual, and she must follow the steps to get the desired result.

Yan Junxun analyzed her too much, and in Yan Junxun's eyes, she was already transparent.

A woman who endures the strength of her husband (sexual xing) (violent bao) all the time, her family status may not be as good as a dog. She can't fiddle with anything in the house at will, it doesn't belong to her, she has no right to stop. She cleaned up the homes of Liu Xincheng and Li Jianhua as if she lived there, but she did not dare to go home and do the same, because she would be beaten if she did it at home.

She avoids the (violent) force and (sexual xing) elements, and refuses to look directly at Liu Xincheng's photos and herself. The graffiti in Liu Xincheng's corridor also made her feel depressed, so she painted a beard on the graffiti, as if (强qiang)\(jian) not only (发fa) was born on a woman, so she wanted to make her feel better.

She loves her child so much that she does not want to admit the fact that the child is dead. She modified Li Jianhua's system to call herself "Dad". In her imagination, she is not only the child's mother, but also the child's father, so that she can correct the mistakes of "daddy" and bring happiness to the child.

It shows that the death of this child is related to his father.

The sound of the stream is so gentle that it is easy for people to sleep (Shui). Yan Junxun didn't want to (sleep Shui), and he didn't want to continue thinking, but his thoughts were like long legs. They pulled Yan Junxun, whether he wanted it or not.

"　!"

The flame of the lighter ignited Yan Junxun's smoke, and Shi Shanyan's smell was outstanding. The arms that he wrapped around from behind seemed to encircle Yan Junxun. The texture of his shirt was good, so that his muscles (flesh rou) hidden in the cloth were clearly outlined.

"They look forward to you solving this problem as soon as possible." Shi Shanyan quickly flipped over the lighter and draped Yan Junxun's shoulders like a friend.

"Don't be stupid," Yan Junxun was smoking a cigarette, "I am a trivial little horn (color), I can only imagine."

The soft light of the lounge hit Yan Junxun's hair, and his moles of tears were looming in the smoke. This is his unique charm. He took only two puffs and then removed the cigarette. He looked at Shi Shanyan, not caring how close they were.

"If you care about this case, you can tell Jiang Lian what you know." The smoke in Yan Junxun's mouth is mixed with sweetness, which is the taste of lollipops, "Don't **** test me again."

"Then why don't you say it," Shi Shanyan was patient, he smelled the orange, which made him lick his canine teeth, "tell Jiang Lian that the murderer is ill."

Yan Junxun is very annoying. He hates the feeling of competing with others, and also hates the feeling of being observed all the time.

"Sorry," Shi Shanyan squeezed Yan Jun's leftover cigarette with two fingers, apologizing perfunctorily, "I guessed it by accident."

He gently bit the cigarette, but his eyes seemed to bite Yan Junxun.

"You know why the murderer (killed sha)."

Of course Yan Junxun knew that he had already hinted at Jiang Lian.

***

Chen Xiulian is feeding the dog.

Chen Xiulian lives in an old residence near the Iron and Steel Industrial Park. This dilapidated second floor was bought by her husband He Zhiguo when he set up the factory. People used to live on the second floor, and the grinders for steel processing were all placed on the first floor to facilitate the entry and exit of steel. After He Zhiguo stopped staying in the parking area, this is where Chen Xiulian had the final say. She moved the old grinder to the basement.

Several local dogs wagging their tails around Chen Xiulian, she put down the iron basin, and the dogs swarmed around her.

"Kill them," He Zhiguo said in Chen Xiulian's ear, "a stench!"

Chen Xiulian didn't say a word, she listened for a while chewing.

"I'm talking to you," He Zhiguo seemed to be pushing Chen Xiulian's head with his hands. He loved it before (gan gan). "Have you heard the fuck? Don't make me angry Chen Xiulian, I beat you because of you. Annoy me, you make me angry, I **** beat you, do you understand?"

Chen Xiulian's breathing was sinking. She didn't turn on the light on the first floor, and she stood in the dark and was scolded with expression. Her lips moved: "I want to call the police to catch you..."

"You report it," He Zhiguo's spit star sprayed Chen Xiulian's face all over, "I will beat you after I report it to death!"

Chen Xiulian wiped her face with her sleeves, very hard, as if she was wiping old dirt. The buttons on the cuffs shaved her face, and she quickly wiped her face red.

"I asked you to kill the dog. You **** don't listen, right? Then I will kill Qinqin!" He Zhiguo's voice pierced Chen Xiulian's ears like a knife, "I will drag her downstairs," Pack her like you. You lose money and eat Lao Tzu's salary every day, and you have the same mental illness as you! You can't remember the scumbag after you finish!"

Chen Xiulian, like a wounded mother beast, suddenly howled at the commutator. She was trembling all over, pulled off the conductor on her ears, fell to the ground, raised her foot and stepped hard.

The native dogs were frightened, wailed and clipped their tails, and ran into the corner with their bones in their mouths.

Chen Xiulian screamed hoarse, panting, and patrolling the surroundings with flushed eyes, and finally could not hear He Zhiguo's voice. She slid away her sweat-drenched hair, rushed to the top of the stairs, took a few steps, and opened the lock with a trembling hand.

There was a stench in the basement, but Chen Xiulian didn't care. The smell made her relax. Her hand searched on the wall (touching Mo) and turned on the light.

The basement is too dirty, and there are discarded steel materials everywhere. A grinder was moved. Chen Xiulian originally wanted to throw it away, but she remembered what was written in Liu Chen's report-the Inspectorate was very powerful, and they could find many clues along one thing. He Zhiguo borrowed money to buy this grinder. At that time, there was an IOU. Although she burned the IOU, she was still full of fear for the unknown Inspectorate.

The Inspectorate has arrested many people in the report. Chen Xiulian didn't want to be arrested. She hadn't killed He Zhiguo yet.