Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 107

[Chapter 107 Born Perverted (Twelve)]

It may be strange to say this, but Song was really happy in his days as a police consultant, apart from the weird excitement brought about by the blood and blood.

After seeing his ability, some colleagues in the police station still have doubts, but they no longer question him openly. Without those bright eyes, Song was much calmer.

Moreover, Du Feng’s temperament is very playful, but Song actually likes to tease him with some tricks. The bet between the two was to see if Song could ask Du Feng to do an errand, no matter what method, as long as Song could do it, Song would win, otherwise Du Feng would win, and the lottery would be a cup. coffee. However, Song basically does not use the method of cheating. He is best at creating a context, pulling Du Feng into the environment he has created, and completely forgetting the vigilance he had.

It was the same today, but when Song Que came, he saw that Du Feng was already sitting there, his mind changed, he took out a pen from his bag, and pretended to fall to the ground inadvertently.

Du Feng heard the sound and was about to look over when Song Que said, “Du Feng, my pen seems to have fallen beside your feet, can you pick it up for me?”

Du Feng naturally would not refuse and leaned over. Picked up the pen and handed it to Song Que. After Song Que thanked him, he said again: “By the way, I put some information on Lao Chen’s side that day, can you help me get it?”

Du Feng nodded and stood up only to realize what he promised, annoyed. He patted his head and said to Song Que, “Brother Song, how on earth did you do it?”

In fact, Du Feng was two years older than Song in terms of age, but Song did not bother about his title, only He pursed his lips and smiled, and said, “Have you heard of the step-up effect? If you want to ask someone for help, but you are not sure whether the other person will agree, you can ask the other person for a trivial favor first, and then ask your real Requests can effectively improve the success rate.”

Du Feng quickly asked: “Why?”

Song Que said while packing up the table and placing the information: “Because people subconsciously want to maintain their own ‘personality’. It is easier for people to agree to help you with a simple request at the beginning. Once agreed, this positive , the image of kindness has been established. When you make a second request, people subconsciously feel that rejecting this request will go against the previous positive image, so it will be easier to agree to the second request.”

Du After Feng heard this, he subconsciously sighed: “It turns out that people are so hypocritical.”

After speaking, he felt that this sentence was not quite right, and immediately looked at Song Que with a guilty conscience.

Song Que said: “Fortunately, it’s not hypocritical, it’s just human instinct.”

Song Que is a very imperfect personality synonym, and naturally he won’t ridicule all kinds of bad deeds in human nature, because he understands very well, It is no longer easy for everyone to overcome all the dark and unsatisfactory things and behave like ordinary people.

Du Feng thought about it carefully, but he didn’t know if he heard it or not. Instead, he changed the subject: “Brother Song, why do you report every day now? Do you like the working atmosphere of our bureau?”

Song Que would come to the police station every morning. For the first half of the day, I didn’t go back to the clinic until the afternoon to work, and I helped everyone solve a lot of problems, and it was worth the money.

Song Que said: “I like it very much. When will you bring me coffee? By the way, the information is really put in Lao Chen’s place. You promised to move it back for me.”

Du Feng curled his lips and dared not ask again, Song said. Brother knows to bully him.

The days at the police station occasionally reminded Song of the distant second life and some people who had passed away. In those memories, he seems to be full of warmth again, and he can easily develop warm feelings for his companions. But soon, even these memories could not make him feel warm, because of his excellent brain.

Song took a deep breath, feeling a little lonely.

Serial homicides don’t happen every day, but homicides happen almost every few days. Citizens often only know about those cases that can’t be concealed in broad daylight, and think that Nanjiang City is a peaceful and peaceful city.

But everyone who works here will not have such a naive idea, even the simplest Du Feng.

This is the third time. The police station first received a report of the girl’s disappearance, and then the body of the missing girl was found, and the disappearance case turned into a murder case. Song did not participate in the first two cases. I heard that the murderer was found very smoothly, and they were all very inconspicuous people.

When the body was discovered this time, Song happened to be at the police station, so he followed the briefing. When he first saw the photo of the corpse, Song felt a sense of disobedience.

He couldn’t help walking to the photos, staring at them, trying to find the source of the sense of incongruity from the details. The girl fell to the ground, her clothes only covering her body roughly, and it was obvious that she was going to die after being sexually abused.

Those scars are rude and without aesthetics, the perpetrators are so rude and low-end, not looking for beauty and inspiration from killing, but simply venting their desires, and then killing them. These murderers were not psychopaths, but Song could clearly feel it.

Because Song has been staring at these photos for too long, his expression still gives people a gloomy feeling, and the few people who have been looking at him all the time will get together and say a couple of gossip. Du Feng, who happened to hear it next to him, was very dissatisfied, coughed twice, and walked to Song Que with great fanfare.

Just as Du Feng was about to speak, Song Que stretched out his hand to stop him and said, “Wait a minute, I’ll go to the bathroom first.”

Du Feng said, “I’ll go with you.”

Just in time to tell him the gossip of those people, let him have a feeling in his heart. end.

Song Que: “…I’m going to vomit first.”

Du Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the photos of the scene, and understood a little, so he slowed down a bit.

Song didn’t lie, he really went to the bathroom and vomited. He has long passed the stage of physical nausea when he sees a dead body, and now this annoying brain will make him feel nauseated or excited.

He was nauseous because of the analysis just now.

Song has killed people, but he has never enjoyed killing people. But when he began to analyze the perpetrator, he couldn’t help but substitute into the mind of the psychopath, as if seeking the pursuit of so-called beauty from the imaginary. This realization made Song feel crazy self-loathing at this moment.

It’s so hard to be a good person. And he didn’t want to be a murderer either. Otherwise, this is the end of it.

For the first time, the thought of suicide came into Song Que’s head.

He rinsed off the vomit, walked to the sink and washed his face, looking at the wet face in the mirror, feeling like a lost dog.

However, Song patted his forehead and woke up a little. He had to wait for the system to repair itself and come to him. He couldn’t die too early, so he should struggle a little longer.

When Song Que went out of the toilet, he found Du Feng waiting there. As soon as he saw him, he worried, “Brother Song, are you okay?”

Song Que nodded reservedly.

Du Feng said: “By the way, Brother Song, you just looked at the photos for so long, did you find anything? Those people were bored, and they arranged you, saying that you looked like a pervert after looking at it for so long. If you If you find something, just go to them and tell them, so that they don’t have to talk about it.”

Song raised his eyebrows, although these people chewed their tongues a lot, their intuition was still very keen, isn’t he a psychopath? The one next to him was so big-hearted that he didn’t notice any abnormality. Song Que glanced at Du Feng and said, “I found something. You also tell me about the two previous cases.”

Song Que’s brain started to work again, as if the gaffe just now never appeared.

He helped the police to solve a lot of cases, and it was not the first time to see pictures of corpses, but today was the first time that he couldn’t help but see the scene from the perspective of a psychopath. Compared with the conjecture that he was simply sick, Song believed that there was something wrong with those photos.

But Song walked back to the briefing board, looked at the photo again, and finally closed his eyes and reconstructed the crime scene in his mind.

The girl was lying on the ground, her hands and feet were naturally slumped after struggling to no avail, and she was not put into any symbolic pose by the murderer. That is to say, the murderer does not feel guilty after committing the crime, but he is not excited, and may be a little flustered and at a loss.

The knife on the chest was a fatal wound, but the knife was not delicate, it was inserted with clumsy force, and looking at the wound next to him, he tried several times.

A murderer who is not obsessed with the killing process and looks more like a crime of passion, why should he insist on killing by inserting a knife into the heart?

Unless he is just a knife, the knife does not have much personal feelings for killing, but he will faithfully accomplish the master’s purpose.

However, Song noticed that there were small, pale yellow objects on the ground. He tried to use various guesses to correspond to the picture, and finally succeeded in magnifying this detail in his brain.

It was a sweet-scented osmanthus, a small flower with a fragrant aroma. In the autumn season, it seems to fill the entire Nanjiang City, and it is not surprising to appear anywhere.

But Song couldn’t do it without caring about it. It’s better to take this as a pervert’s intuition for perverts. This flower must be a sign.

However, Song asked for the on-site photos of the first two cases. Many people criticized this, because the two cases were sealed as completed cases, but Song’s hand made everyone have a bad premonition. On the contrary, Yao Lu, the criminal policeman who said Song Que was the most vicious, did not stop Song Que, but silently waited for Song Que’s speech. Everyone else knows why. When the second case happened, Yao Lu always emphasized the possibility of serial killings. Even if everyone finally caught the real murderer, Yao Lu still suspected that the murderer had provided false testimony.

Song took a look at the scene of the first two crimes, and it was roughly the same as what he had conceived. The entire modus operandi and style were different, and it was indeed the hands of three people. But all the murderers were raped and then killed, and the way to kill them was a heart bayonet, and there was a small sweet-scented osmanthus on the left hand of the girl’s body.

But Song said to the colleagues who came over: “These three cases are indeed the hands of three people.”

The people around looked at Yao Lu subconsciously, Yao Lu frowned, obviously dissatisfied with this statement.

Song Que also glanced at her and felt that she was the more sensitive one here. No wonder he took the lead in saying that he was perverted, but unfortunately it was still incomplete.

Song continued: “But there is a common person behind these three people. I suspect that this person has instigated a crime to a certain extent. The knife in the heart and the small sweet-scented osmanthus on the left side of the corpse are his symbols, and they are also his symbols. Showing off – ‘Even if I tell you so clearly that I’m the one doing the trick, you won’t catch me’.”

[End of This Chapter]