Criminal Investigation Notes

In the summer afternoon, all kinds of related cases were placed on the desks of everyone in the serious crime team.

The phone calls kept coming and going, and there were a lot of new leads pouring in.

One by one empirical proof, everything is indeed the same as Su Hui's inference.

Hidden in the fog is a large-scale serial exchange murder case.

At present, the best place to start is the recent carbon murder case of Pang Qinghua. Since the direct murderer left video data, they have followed the clues and determined that the identity of the murderer is a student of a vocational high school in Huadu.

The student, Qin Zhihua, is nineteen years old this year and is in the third grade.

Qin Zhihua had been blackmailed by a group of students before and suffered from depression.

Later, the leader drowned, allowing him to escape the predicament.

Coincidentally, Luo Wei's vehicle, which had appeared in the investigation of the sleeper before, appeared in the surveillance on the night that the man drowned.

So does Luo Wei have something to do with the drowning case?

The police are ready to collect all the evidence and gradually collect these people.

In the afternoon, Qiao Ze went out to get a stack of documents and came in: "Everyone take the time to fill out a form, and submit it on Friday at the latest."

Qiao Ze sent the information to everyone, and everyone found out that it was an annual psychological evaluation form, and a new version was launched this year.

After Qiao Ze finished posting, he turned to Su and said, "Consultant Su, someone is looking for you downstairs."

"Looking for me?" Su Hui was stunned for a moment, he didn't think anyone would come to him, and Lu Junchi raised his head to look here when he heard this.

"It seems to be from the psychological clinic, um, a very elegant man wearing glasses." Qiao Zedao described.

Su Hui knew that it should be An Yuci, but he was also a little strange, why An Yuci suddenly came to him.

Since he was inside the police station and an acquaintance came looking for him, Su Hui took the cane and went downstairs. Lu Junchi didn't follow him either.

When they got downstairs, Su Hui saw An Yuci standing beside the flower bed. The man's back looked tall and tall. He said hello, "Doctor An."

An Yuci turned around and said with a professional smile: "Hello, Mr. Su, I came to the General Administration to deliver the assessment form today. After the last consultation, I have a question to ask you, so I will stop by today. I'm not visiting as a consultant, just as a discussion between friends."

Su Hui sat beside the flower bed: "Go ahead."

An Yuci lifted her glasses: "Since last time, I've been thinking about what you said, everyone is their own savior."

Although a long time has passed, An Yuci kept recalling Su Hui's words repeatedly. He vaguely felt that there would be the answer he wanted to seek, but he couldn't describe what it was.

Su Hui hummed, he could see that An Yuci was a little confused.

As the saying goes, doctors do not heal themselves. As a psychologist, no matter how many relevant books you study, there will always be situations that cannot be applied when encountering everyone's life.

Su thought back and said, "I always thought that psychological therapy is just an aid and promotion. It has some effects, but the effect of the treatment depends on each person."

An Yu said: "I understand your statement, but it may be because the domestic mental health is not popular enough. I rarely see patients with mild signs to come to us for consultation. Most of the patients who come here are very serious. Yes, it is difficult to help them with our auxiliary power alone."

An Yuci sighed and continued: "At this time, the most direct thing we can do is to prescribe medicine for them, but I also know very well in my heart that those medicines treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and many are just placebos. Prescribe legal drugs to patients."

"I hope that I can give more help to others, and I will give those clients more advice that I can give. I will try to get closer to them and help them solve their problems, but I still have a sense of powerlessness. ."

From his words, Su Hui heard An Yuci's helplessness, he explained to him: "Doctor An, I think your thoughts are good, you are also a very good psychologist, you have a good Empathy, and very enthusiastic.”

Speaking of this, his words changed: "However, I think that not all visitors want to be saved, and everyone's needs are different. Some people may just want some immediate methods, and some patients Just to talk to you, like me, just to make sure you're on the right track. You can help them at the time, but you can't follow them out of the clinic, and you can't completely change their life."

Su thought for a while and said, "Like my profession, we are dealing with murderers to find out the truth, but the bad guys in this world can't be caught."

An Yuci nodded: "I am a psychiatrist, and I know that I cannot save every patient."

Su Hui looked directly at An Yuci, he felt that he did not understand what he meant, and explained again: "Our profession is more painful, and it will be exposed to the death of many people. Even if we are exhausted Even if we do our best, we can't bring all the murderers to justice. We can't save every victim. If we work with the mentality of wanting to save every victim, we may get ourselves into deep trouble, and we may be the last person. It can't be saved."

An Yuci looked at the pale, thin, but very handsome special advisor in front of him.

When Su Hui spoke, his tone was extremely calm, but An Yuci heard something.

His brows furrowed slightly, and these words were not limited to the conversation between patients and doctors, but more like exchanges between industries.

An Yuci thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked Su Hui: "Mr. Su, when I find out that a person needs help, if I don't help, something bad may happen, then do I need to help him or should I stand Awaiting the results."

Su Hui said seriously: "I think that not saving does not mean inaction, but invading the fate of others also requires a limit. We must learn to respect everyone's fate and learn what is not to be done. The measure can only be determined by each person himself. to measure."

Respect everyone's fate when it can't be saved.

This is easy to say, but difficult to do.

Then Su Hui lowered his head and apologized a little, "But I have no reason to suggest you, I have been trying and learning, everyone's life is learning to get along with themselves, others, and the world. ."

An Yuci seemed to understand something, and in his heart, there was some hazy cognition, which was the answer he had never found in those psychology textbooks.

He said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Su, your statement is very interesting, and it is an angle that I did not consider."

Su Hui hummed: "It's good to be able to help you."

In Huadu, the sky is getting darker and darker.

Fang Jiayue plugged in her earphones and looked at the workbook in front of her. The air was hot, and the hut she was in was only 12 square meters in total. It was still like a steamer in the evening in the late summer. She couldn't help but take off her coat and just Wearing a camisole.

Mother cooked the meal in the kitchen and brought it over. She only cooked two dishes in total. She called Fang Jiayue to eat.

Liao Qinghe answered the phone as soon as he took two bites, and stood up anxiously.

Fang Jiayue frowned while holding the chopsticks: "Mom, it's already night, are you still going out?"

Liao Qinghe said: "You eat well, your grandmother was sent to the hospital with a cerebral hemorrhage, I have to hurry over there."

Fang Jiayue also became nervous: "Then let me go with you."

Liao Qinghe put on his shoes and said, "No, your uncle has already gone, and you can't help me as a child."

Fang Jiayue opened her mouth again and stood up: "But Zhang Fumin..."

"He won't be eating at home tonight, and he probably won't be back until late. Lock your door at home and sleep when it's time. What's the matter?" Liao Qinghe said as he picked up his bag and said anxiously. , "Okay, okay, I'm leaving, you can call me if you have anything."

The door was closed, and Fang Jiayue sat back at the table. The house was extremely quiet, and dinner became dull.

She ate a meal in a hurry, cleaned up the dishes, brushed the dishes, and then went to take a shower.

Zhang Fumin really didn't come back, Fang Jiayue gradually felt relieved, she went into the house, locked the door and did her homework for a while.

Suddenly there was a rushing sound outside the window. It was the rain that suddenly started to fall. The rain was getting heavier and louder, and there was an occasional muffled sound of thunder.

Fang Jiayue watched ten o'clock in the evening and was ready to go to bed.

As soon as she was lying on the bed, she heard the door open, Fang Jiayue curled up in the quilt, and called out in a low voice, "Mom..."

Then in the darkness, she heard heavy footsteps, and she realized that it was Zhang Fumin who had returned.

The lights were turned off in the house, and it was raining outside and getting bigger and bigger. The lights in the living room were turned on, and then the TV was turned on. Fang Jiayue's heart was pounding, and she closed her eyes again, ready to go to sleep.

Just then, the door was slammed.

Fang Jiayue's hair almost exploded, and she sat up from the quilt at once.

She locked the door, and Zhang Fumin couldn't get in. That one just now was just a test.

There was another sound, and it was louder than before.

Zhang Fumin's drunken voice came from outside: "Little bastard... I know you haven't slept. You **** open the door for me!"

Fang Jiayue pursed her lips, quickly got out of bed and put on a school uniform over her pajamas. She hesitated whether to call Liao Qinghe, but in the end she put the phone in her pocket, and then she grabbed the table again. on a utility knife.

The banging on the door became louder and louder, accompanied by Zhang Fumin's scolding: "Open the door, you open the door for me! The little bunny spends my money every day, and I am raising you. You don't need to call me dad. You're still avoiding me, you can't even look at it, are you made of gold? Both of you mother and daughter take Lao Tzu as a big deal! Lao Tzu is not for charity!"

There was thunder outside, and almost at the same time, the door made a loud bang, the door lock was broken, and the door was knocked open. Zhang Fumin stood at the door, and the strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the narrow room. .

The man stood in the back light, with no clothes on his upper body, and his fat hung down like cream. He was about 1.8 meters tall, like a mountain, blocking the lights in the living room.

Zhang Fumin looked at his stepdaughter huddled in the corner of the bed, like a little rabbit who was powerless to resist.

Fang Jiayue held the paper cutter in her hand and held it tightly. She tried to calm herself down, but her voice was trembling: "Zhang Fumin, don't mess around, I'll call the police if you mess up!"

Zhang Fumin looked at her, breathing heavily, and then approached step by step: "Call the police? Then you should try calling the police, what will happen? How long can they guard you? For a lifetime? Those police officers still won't treat you well Send it back? Do you have anywhere else to go?"

He was getting more and more dissatisfied just looking at her.

The girl in front of her is like a budding flower, maturing with each passing day, but still immature, and even cleaner than those old women.

The small face the size of the palm, the slender arms, the legs like lotus roots, he likes the greenness of her body, and the unique smell of a girl, it smells like a soft peach, and it seems to be fragrant when you touch it. overflow.

He and Liao Qinghe met on a blind date. At that time, she was younger and more beautiful than she is now, and the reason why he married her in the end was because when they were sitting in a fast food restaurant chatting, Fang Jiayue jumped in from the outside, standing upright. The two horn braids are full of innocence and happiness.

At that time, he immediately decided to marry the woman in front of him.

Zhang Fumin knew very well in his heart that he had an abnormal desire for his stepdaughter, but so what, they were not biological, and the girl was fourteen years old.

With such a girl like fresh fruit by his side, he can only live with Liao Qinghe's bran-chopped vegetable. The longer this day goes by, the more unbalanced his heart will be.

Liao Qinghe is often sick. He is the main source of income for the family and the pillar of the family. They all depend on him to live, and he supports them.

If he sweeps these girls out of the house, they won't even have a house, and they won't be able to pay the tuition.

Family, can she still make trouble for him to go to jail? He has money and can hire a lawyer. At that time, he said that she seduced him and that she voluntarily slept with him for pocket money!

Tonight, Liao Qinghe happened to be absent, so he had no fear at all!

Thinking of this, he even felt that Fang Jiayue's stubbornness and resistance were not interesting.

want, want to get her...

Zhang Fumin, with red eyes from the wine, stared firmly at his prey, approaching step by step.

Fang Jiayue panicked: "You! Don't come here, I'll kill you if you come!" She scratched the knife in her hand.

Such a small knife is like a toy in Zhang Fumin's eyes.

"Okay, kill me if you have the ability!" Zhang Fumin walked over crookedly, trying to take the knife from her hand.

As soon as Fang Jiayue raised her hand, Zhang Fumin grabbed her wrist. Fang Jiayue followed his movements, lowered her body, and used a heavy fall to hide back, and Zhang Fumin held her hand tightly.

At this moment, Fang Jiayue took advantage of Zhang Fumin's strength, jumped up like a rabbit, and pushed her knees out between Zhang Fumin's legs.

This is a self-defense technique she wrote down on the Internet, and she never thought that it would be used this day.

This was a move that hit the east and west. Zhang Fumin was drunk and didn't react, and then he let out a scream.

"Little bastard! I'll kill you!" Zhang Fumin scolded and broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't stand still and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Fang Jiayue ignored him, jumped from his side boldly, turned around to open the door, and fled outside desperately.

It was raining heavily outside the building, and the lightning flashed. Fang Jiayue was only wearing pajamas and a school uniform. She was crying and running. The heavy rain soon soaked her, and she felt like she was about to drown in the rain.

By the time she reacted, she was already standing on the street and ran out two blocks.

It was pitch black, and only the streetlights shone brightly on the wet asphalt.

Although Fang Jiayue had been away from home a few times, those were all times when she was prepared. Now in this darkness, she was soaked all over, lost her way, and was penniless.

Fang Jiayue turned on her phone, and there was only one battery left, and she was a little panicked all of a sudden.

She didn't dare to go back home, so who should she call now?

teacher? classmate? But she had already troubled them when she ran away from home, and the parents of those students secretly told their children that they could no longer take her in.

The last time she left home, she spent half the night at a nearby 24-hour bus station.

Call the police? She suddenly remembered the policeman who left him on the phone last time.

Fang Jiayue flipped through the address book with trembling hands, trying to find Lu Junchi's contact information. Her fingers suddenly stopped, and she remembered what Zhang Fumin said to her just now.

Would the policeman say it was a family dispute, as Zhang Fumin said, and send her back?

Who else can she call?

Call Liao Qinghe? But my grandma might still be in the rescue process, and she didn't even know which hospital they were in.

Liao Qinghe didn't understand her at all. Zhang Fumin didn't meet her, and nothing happened. When the man told her back, it was her fault again, and she never wanted to go back to that house.

Fang Jiayue hesitated for a while, thinking of Dr. An, she remembered that he told her that she could find him if there was any difficulty.

Fang Jiayue cried and dialed the first number on the phone: "Hello..."

"Fang Jiayue? Is there anything wrong with you?" Doctor An's voice came.

Fang Jiayue cried even louder. She cried and spoke incoherently. She stopped and sobbed from time to time, not sure if she had made things clear, but a gentle voice came from the opposite side.

"Don't be afraid, I'll pick you up."