Chapter 12: genius

Yan Junxun doesn't come to the Inspector's Office very often. He hates the

atmosphere here and the gaze of the human form (color) (color) here.

www.sto123.cc He is different from the kind of people they understand. He has

neither blood nor impulse. Every time he comes to the Inspectorate, he seems

to wake up (sleep Shui). He did not allow Jiang Li to mention his name here,

and he thought he had not provided much help to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li called Yan Junxun a psychological profiler, but they all understood

that Yan Junxun did not behave like a psychological profiler. Shi Shanyan had

a blunt statement: Yan Junxun was very sympathetic to the murderer. The

details of the scene were woven like a spider web in Yan Junxun's mind, and he

often imagined along a line.

"Can you understand?" Jiang Li said to Yan Shanyan in the office, taking

advantage of Yan Jun's free time to go to the bathroom. "His thinking is

running too fast and often makes people unable to catch up. This is very

similar to the time of the exam Everyone is clearly holding the same paper,

but he not only answered it correctly, but also answered quickly. To a certain

extent, it will inevitably make people wonder whether he has read the correct

answer or the kind with detailed explanation."

"I understand."

Shi Shanyan leaned back in his chair and saw Yan Junxun behind the glass wall

turned from the corner. Yan Junxun stopped in front of the vending machine and

was not interested in the surrounding gaze. Chao (strong qiang)'s ability to

perceive makes him very keen. He knows what people around him are thinking,

but he doesn't care.

"He knows how to protect himself, and he will throw many things and many

people into the "insignificant" category. He doesn't like to be watched, and

he also dislikes his observation. But his talent is so good, more often Can't

control himself not to associate. You just give him something about the case,

he can't help sitting there thinking."

"Yes..." Jiang Li looked at Shi Shanyan in a complicated way. "You know very

well. I want to take the liberty to ask, will you do the same?"

Shi Shanyan turned his chair and looked at Jiang Li. His eyes were straight,

saying, "Why don't you ask Yan Junxun? He can tell you the correct answer."

Jiang Li remained silent for a while, and continued: "I always hope Jun Xun

can think of something wrong, which will make him look more normal."

Shi Shanyan was teased, as if he didn't understand this sentence. He

straightened up (shen) and asked Jiang Li across the desk: "Why do you think

he is'not normal enough'?"

Jiang Lian's lenses were polished very brightly. He thought about it seriously

and replied: "Because I am an ordinary person, ordinary people will be

indignant about some details in the case. Everyone is more willing to stand in

the perspective of the victim rather than the murderer. Jun Xun is very calm

every time he observes the scene... Sometimes it can be called indifference."

"You don't think he can empathize with the victim," Shi Shanyan is like a

psychologist sitting in the office. "He'sees' the victim's pain, but he

doesn't show sympathy and anger. The children raised by the system also Isn't

it terrifying?"

Jiang Li did not answer.

"Yan Junxun does not have Artemis at home," Shi Shanyan split the question.

"Because you find that Yan Junxun can't empathize with the victim. Even though

he looks very good now, his The level of understanding is far higher than

normal people. Artemis’ teaching achievements are frightening. If Yan Junxun

commits a crime, he is the most difficult murderer." Shi Shanyan (lu)

expressed an understanding expression with a He smiled and asked cruelly, "I'm

curious, have you'(killed) shad' Artemis?"

Yan Junxun carried the beer can and walked through various bells and

conversations. He looks like a newly graduated student, and even his t-shirt

carries a Pikachu pattern. Instead of returning to Jiang Li's office, he went

to the relatively small lounge.

The restroom of the Inspectorate Bureau is surrounded by lush virtual greenery

on all four sides. The intervals of the seats are consistent, and the people

inside are talking in a low voice. The no-smoking area is on the left. Yan Jun

thought for a while and went to the right to find a remote place to sit down.

In the hall, the sound of a stream is played in a loop, Yan Junxun (touching

Mo) (touching Mo) in his trouser pocket, where a cigarette is still hidden. He

took the smoke out, hesitated a little, and bit it between his lips, but there

was no point.

If you want to predict whether a person will do something, you must first

figure out his expectations for the outcome of the behavior. If he can get

rewards from it, he will continue to do it. This is the expectation theory in

social learning.

Yan Junxun pointed his tongue against the cigarette butt.

The murderer is afraid of the (sexual xing) invasion process, but chooses to

repeat the crime against the (sexual xing) invader. She is very paranoid and

keeps the same approach. This is like a kind of ritual, she must follow the

steps to get the expected result.

Yan Junxun analyzed her too much. In Yan Junxun's eyes, she was already

transparent.

A woman who endures her husband (sexuality) (violent bao) all the year round,

her family status may not be as good as a dog. She can't play with anything at

home at will, it doesn't belong to her, she has no right to hesitate. She

cleaned Liu Xincheng's and Li Jianhua's homes as if she lived in them, but she

didn't dare to go home and do the same because she would be beaten at home.

She evades the elements of (violent bao) force and (sexuality) 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 drew a beard on the

graffiti, as if (强qiang)\(狂jian) not only (fafa) was born on the 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 so that the system called

herself "Daddy." In her conjecture, she is not only the child's mother, but

also the child's father, so that she can correct the mistake of "daddy" and

give the child happiness.

Explain that the child's death is related to his father.

The sound of the stream is very gentle and it is easy for people (sleeping

Shui) to fall asleep. Yan Junxun doesn't want to (sleep Shui), he doesn't want

to continue thinking, but the thoughts are like long legs, they drag Yan

Junxun, whether he wants it or not.

" !"

The lighter's flame lit Yan Junxun's smoke, and Shi Shanyan's taste was

prominent. His arm from the back seemed to ring Yan Junxun halfway, and the

texture of the shirt was good, so that his muscle (meat rou) hidden in the

fabric clearly outlined.

"They are expecting you to solve this problem as soon as possible." Shi

Shanyan flipped on the lighter and put Yan Junxun's shoulder like a friend.

"Don't be silly," Yan Junxun held a cigarette, "I'm a trivial little horn

(color), I can only imagine."

The soft light of the lounge hit Yan Junxun's hair room, his tears moles

looming in the smoke, this is his unique charm. He took only two bites and

took the cigarette away. He looked at Shi Shanyan and didn't care how close

they were.

"If you are concerned about this case, you can tell Jiang Lian what you know."

Yan Junxun's mouth smelled of sweetness, which is the taste of a lollipop.

"Don't ** me and try me again."

"So why don't you say it," Shi Shanyan was patient, and he smelled the smell

of orange, which made him lick his canine teeth, "Tell Jiang Lian that the

murderer is sick."

Yan Junxun is very annoyed. He hated the feeling of being up against people

and the feeling of being observed all the time.

"Sorry," Shi Shanyan pinched Yan Junxun's leftover cigarette with ** and

apologized perfunctoryly, "I guessed it if I was not careful."

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

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

Of course, Yan Junxun knew that he had hinted Jiang Li.

Chen Xiulian is feeding the dog.

Chen Xiulian lived in an old residence near the Iron and Steel Industrial

Park. The dilapidated small second floor was bought by her husband He Zhiguo

when he set up the factory. Previously people lived on the second floor, and

the steel processing grinders were placed on the first floor to facilitate the

entry and exit of steel. After He Zhiguo did not stay in the parking area

anymore, here is what Chen Xiulian said, she moved the old grinder to the

basement.

A few local dogs surrounded Chen Xiulian's tail, she put down the iron basin,

and the dogs swarmed up.

"Kill them," He Zhiguo said in Chen Xiulian's ear, "A smell!"

Chen Xiulian didn't say anything, she heard a chew for a while.

"Lao is talking to you," He Zhiguo seems to be pushing Chen Xiulian's head

with his hand. He used to love it like this. Annoy me, you make me angry and

my ** will hit you, do you understand?"

Chen Xiulian breathed slightly, she did not turn on the lights on the first

floor, standing in the dark and scolded her face. Her lips twitched: "I want

to call the police to catch you..."

"You report," He Zhiguo's spit star sprayed Chen Xiulian all over her face,

"After the report, I will beat you and fight to death!"

Chen Xiulian wiped her face with sleeves, moving very hard, like rubbing the

old dirt. The button on the cuff was shaving, and she quickly wiped her face

flushed.

"I let you kill the dog, don't you ** listen, right? Then I'll kill the

piano!" He Zhiguo's voice drilled into Chen Xiulian's ear like a knife, "Lao

Zi will drag her from the upper floor, Pack her up like you did. Losing money

and eating Lao Tzu's salary every day is as sick as you are! It's not a good

thing to do!

Chen Xiulian, like an injured mother beast, suddenly howled at the conductor.

She was shaking all over, pulling off the conductor on her ear, falling to the

ground, and raising her foot to step hard.

The earth dogs were frightened, wailing and holding their tails, and ran to

the corner with bones.

Chen Xiulian shouted her voice dumbly. She gasped and patted her surroundings

with red eyes, and finally could not hear He Zhiguo's voice. She randomly

opened her wet hair, rushed to the stairs, took a few steps, and opened the

lock with shaking hands.

There was a smell in the basement, but Chen Xiulian didn't care, it made her

relax. Her hand looked on the wall (Mo) and turned on the light.

The basement is too dirty and there is waste steel everywhere. A grinder was

moved, and Chen Xiulian originally wanted to throw it away, but she remembered

what Liu Chen reported in the report-the Inspectorate was very powerful, and

they could find many clues along the same thing. This grinder was bought by He

Zhiguo with money. At that time, there were still debts. Although she burned

the debts, she was still full of fear for the unknown inspectorate.

The Inspectorate Bureau arrested many people in the report. Chen Xiulian did

not want to be arrested. She had not killed He Zhiguo yet.