Chapter 534 533. Profile of the Magic Stick Level

In the early morning, after receiving the alarm, the police station cordoned off the scene immediately.

A car was speeding on the road, and the green belt outside the window began to recede quickly. The driver was obviously very anxious, and it reached a speed of 120 kilometers per hour on the city's road.

Normally, someone would have called the police, but unfortunately, the red and blue police lights above the car were constantly flashing crosswise, and a harsh siren sounded.

The young man with gold-rimmed glasses, who was leaning against the car window and staring out attentively, grabbed the armrest with some worry, and drove to a speed of 120 on the city road. It was still the early morning rush hour. This approach has a very clear vocabulary. To describe: seeking death!

Fortunately, the driver had excellent driving skills and was able to pass through the gaps between vehicles even on city roads. After ten minutes of dangerous driving, the young man with gold-rimmed glasses finally stood tremblingly on the ground.

At this time, a middle-aged man came to him with the smell of blood, "Zhang Hai."

Zhang Hai took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air and quickly adjusted himself, "Did something big happen?"

The smell of blood on the visitor's body did not completely dissipate even after walking for tens of meters. Zhang Hai knew that what his superiors asked him to do this time was definitely not an easy job.

The middle-aged man nodded and said without saying much, "Follow me."

While leading the way, he said, "Xiaohai, your father and I are old friends. So I can trust you with some things. When you get there, you just need to use your strengths and don't ask about other irrelevant things. After you leave, forget about things. I made an appointment with a psychiatrist for you."

"Old Qin, isn't it?" Zhang Hai couldn't help but become anxious when he heard what Old Qin said, "As a [profiler], I only look at dark things. You asked me to go find a psychiatrist after the incident. You are asking me to What do those classmates think of me?"

Lao Qin's approach almost required an ocean-going captain to bring enough seasickness medicine for his own use on a long voyage.

Lao Qin sighed and pointed to the door, "The psychiatrist is not just called for you, but I also have to go. You will know after seeing it."

When the door was opened, more than a dozen police officers rolled up their sleeves and acted as volunteers to carry the stretcher. They were busy under the leadership's command. Occasionally someone would carry it and they would vomit.

The shoes wrapped in plastic bags made a sticky sound when stepped on. When he lowered his head and looked down, he realized that the entire soil had been soaked in dark red with blood and turned into mud.

The wind blew gently, blowing up waves of stench that hit your nose, making you sick.

As soon as he stepped into this quagmire of flesh and blood, Zhang Hai closed his eyes, his eyelids continued to flutter, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Lao Qin knew that Zhang Hai had entered the [state], so he didn't say much. He just stopped the people who were planning to come so as not to disturb Zhang Hai.

"Captain Qin, is that him?"

"Well, Lao Zhang's son, his profiling skills are top-notch." Although he had seen him more than once, Lao Qin's expression was still a little weird at this time, "It's said to be profiling, but why does Zhang Hai look more like a ghost?"

Ignoring the whispers of others, Zhang Hai seemed to feel a lot of things, chaotic and disorderly, like a mess.

At this moment, Zhang Hai began to search along the mess and found the thread that represented everything.

Opening his eyes, Zhang Hai's eyes were blank at this time, as if they had no focus. He walked silently to the door, as if he was entering a certain perspective through the door.

The murderer's perspective.

"anger."

Zhang Hai whispered, and someone immediately recorded his words.

"Angry, no, it's a little different, it's [dissatisfaction]. [I] feel [dissatisfaction] with the [things] in it."

Putting his hand on the door, Zhang Hai continued, "It's not [angry] caused by someone doing something wrong, but it seems like he saw a stray dog ​​trying to bite [me], and it has already issued a low growling attack gesture." , so [I] feel [very dissatisfied], so [I] want to [annihilate]."

"[Destroy] 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".

After pushing open the door and going in, Zhang Hai stood in the middle of the courtyard without making any movement. The [emotion] in the air allowed him to roughly restore the situation at that time.

"[I don't know], a group of [things] think that they can be safe and at ease in this way. Then, 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 [thing] in front of me was the first one. I used my [fist]. I didn't want to dirty my clothes, so I looked for it." Wrap [fist] with a piece of cloth."

Zhang Hai clenched his fist and punched out, as if there was someone who had done this before, "The first one was beaten into a pulp. Then the second one, the third one, the fourth one..."

Others around him continued to record Zhang Hai's words, and at the same time restored the scene in their minds.

One person used his fists to beat a group of strong and muscular gangsters armed with guns into pieces one by one. No one had time to issue a warning, and no one could escape.

The whole process takes 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 reproduced the murderer's walking route at that time. He opened the door and walked in, and then took something from the coffee table.

"These [things] think having a gun can guarantee safety? Then [I] will use this knife to give you a painful death."

After saying that, Zhang Hai felt a stabbing pain in his brain and almost quit this state.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he could only feel the meaning of the [emotion] in the air, and could not continue to use this to [see] the scene more deeply.

"[I] pulled off Wei Dongguo's head and took it up to the second floor step by step."

Then he walked up the stairs step by step, and paused when passing a certain door, "This is the first time we meet, let me give you a quick death."

Finally, Zhang Hai pushed the door open, walked to the door of the last victim's room, and opened the door gently.

"Hello, Wei Qiang, [I] am here to help you [Xian family shovel]!"

…

After finishing the so-called [profile], Lao Qin looked at the report silently. When he first read it, he even refused to admit that the things in this kind of strange story that only appeared were [profiled] by Zhang Hai. .

But Lao Qin believed in Zhang Hai and his old man's son. After signing his name on the report, he sent it to his superiors.

After a while, Lao Qin's phone rang, and he was ready to be scolded. After all, the things in that report looked like they were deceiving.

"Director."

"Immediately return to the bureau for a meeting. Regarding the progress of the Wei family's massacre, as well as the report you sent up, the superiors have sent someone over to ask you to explain it in detail. Also, bring Zhang Hai with you."

The director hung up the phone after saying that, but Lao Qin frowned, "Does the boss believe this stuff?"

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