Chapter 533: A Profile of a Divine Leader
Early in the morning, after receiving the alarm, the police station immediately cordoned off the scene.
A small car was speeding on the road, and the green belt outside the window began to recede rapidly. The driver was obviously very anxious, and he sped directly to a speed of 120 kilometers per hour on this city road.
If it were any other time, someone would have called the police long ago, but as luck would have it, the red and blue police lights on this car were flashing crosswise and a shrill siren was blaring.
The young man in gold-rimmed glasses who was leaning against the car window and gazing out in a daze grabbed the handrail with some concern. Speeding at a speed of 120 on the city road, and it was rush hour in the early morning, there is a very clear word to describe this behavior: courting death!
Fortunately, the driver was an excellent driver and was able to weave through the gaps between vehicles even on city roads. After ten minutes of dangerous driving, the young man with gold-rimmed glasses finally stood trembling on the ground.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a bloody smell came up to him, "Zhang Hai."
Zhang Hai took a deep breath of the bloody air and quickly adjusted himself. "What happened?"
The bloody smell on the man did not completely dissipate even after walking dozens of meters. Zhang Hai knew that what his superiors wanted him to do this time was definitely not an easy task.
The middle-aged man nodded without saying anything more, "Follow me."
While leading the way, he said, "Xiao Hai, your father and I are old friends. So I trust you on some things. Once you're inside, just use your expertise and don't ask about other irrelevant things. Forget about it after you leave. I've made an appointment with a psychologist for you."
"Lao Qin, is that so?" Zhang Hai couldn't help but get anxious when he heard what Lao Qin said. "As a [profiler], I look at dark things. You told me to go see a psychologist after the incident. How will my classmates see me?"
Lao Qin's approach is almost like an ocean-going captain carrying enough seasickness medicine for his own use on a long voyage.
Lao Qin sighed and pointed to the door. "The psychologist is not just for you. I have to go too. You'll know when you see him."
After pushing open the door, more than a dozen police officers rolled up their sleeves and volunteered to carry the stretcher. They were busy under the command of their leader. Occasionally, someone would vomit while carrying the stretcher.
When I stepped on the shoes wrapped in the plastic bag, there was a sticky sound. I lowered my head and found that the whole piece of soil had been soaked in blood and turned dark red, and had turned into mud .
The wind blew gently, bringing waves of foul odor straight into the nose, making people feel nauseous.
As soon as he stepped into this quagmire of blood and flesh, Zhang Hai closed his eyes. His eyelids kept twitching and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Lao Qin knew that Zhang Hai had entered the [state], so he didn't say much. He just stopped the people who were about to come over to avoid disturbing Zhang Hai.
"Captain Qin, is that him?"
"Well, Lao Zhang's son is a top-notch profiler." Although he had seen him more than once, Lao Qin's expression was still a little strange at this time. "It's called a profile, but why does Zhang Hai look more like he's possessed by a ghost?"
Ignoring the whispers of others, Zhang Hai seemed to [feel] a lot of things, disorganized, like a tangled mess.
At this moment, Zhang Hai began to search along this tangled mess, looking for the thread that represented everything.
When Zhang Hai opened his eyes, they were blank, as if they had no focus. He walked silently towards the door, as if he was in a certain perspective through the door.
The killer's perspective.
"anger."
Zhang Hai said in a low voice, and someone beside him immediately wrote down his words.
"Angry, no, it's a little different, it's [dissatisfaction]. [I'm] [dissatisfied] with [the things] in here."
Putting his hand on the gate, Zhang Hai continued, "It's not that someone did something wrong that caused me to be angry, but it's like I saw a stray dog trying to bite me, and it was already growling in an attacking posture, so I felt very dissatisfied, so I wanted to destroy it."
“【Eliminate】 these 【things】.”
In addition to the smell of blood in the air, there is another smell in Zhang Hai's senses, a smell that only he can feel, which he calls [emotion].
Pushing open the door and going in, Zhang Hai stood in the middle of the yard without any movement. The [emotions] in the air allowed him to roughly reconstruct the situation at that time.
"You don't know what's going on. You think that this way you can be safe and at ease. Well, I will give you fear."
Zhang Hai walked to a certain place and jumped on the spot. "I jumped down from a high place. The first thing I saw was my fist. I didn't want to dirty my clothes, so I found a piece of cloth to wrap my fist."
Zhang Hai clenched his fists and punched out, as if there was someone who had done this before. "The first one was beaten into a pulp. Then the second, the third, the fourth..."
The other people around him kept recording Zhang Hai's words and recreating the scene in their minds.
One man used his fists to beat a group of strong thugs armed with guns into a pulp one by one. No one had time to issue a warning, and no one could escape.
The whole process took less than three minutes.
After cleaning up the [things] in the yard, Zhang Hai walked to the door of the house again. He seemed to have completely replicated the murderer's walking route at the time. He pushed the door open and walked in, then took something from the coffee table with his hand.
"These [things] think they can be safe with guns? Then [I] will use this knife to give you a painful death."
After saying this, Zhang Hai felt a sharp pain in his brain and almost came out of this state.
He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he could only feel the meaning expressed by the emotions in the air, and could not use it to see the scene at that time more deeply.
"I tore off Wei Dongguo's head and carried it up to the second floor step by step."
Then he walked up the stairs step by step, and paused when passing by a door. "Nice to meet you, I'll give you a quick death."
Finally, Zhang Hai pushed open the door, walked to the door of the last victim, and gently pushed it open.
"Hello, Wei Qiang, I'm here to help you clean up the house!"
…
After completing the so-called "profile", Lao Qin looked at the report silently. At the first moment he read it, he even refused to admit that the things in this strange story that only appeared were "profiled" by Zhang Hai.
But Lao Qin believed in Zhang Hai, the son of his old friend, and after signing his name on the report, he sent it to his superiors.
After a while, Lao Qin's phone rang. He was prepared to be scolded. After all, the content in the report seemed to be misleading.
"Director."
"Return to the bureau immediately for a meeting on the progress of the Wei family massacre and the report you submitted. The higher-ups have sent someone here who needs your detailed explanation. Also, bring Zhang Hai along as well."
The director hung up the phone after he finished speaking, but Lao Qin frowned and asked, "Do the higher-ups believe this, too?"
