Gordon: "Remember the initial profile we made of the suspect?' 'Short stature and weak stature'. After all, most women are not as tall as men, and their strength is slightly weaker than that of men. ”

Bau's steward, Hu Qi, frowned.

Gordon walked around the office and said, "We need to overturn and redo the previous profile of the suspect, but before we do that, we need to do another simple reverse profile to confirm the suspect's gender." ”

"Think about the victims. Each of them is young and handsome, with a bright future, a promising career, and a prosperous life...... On top of that, they are currently single, and such a talented young man will never be short of suitors. There are women who try to approach them, and her words and actions have a certain purpose in them, but they are not offensive. They have seen too many such girls, bold courtship, shy courtship, pretend to be reserved, etc., etc., etc., they have no vigilance at all......" At this, Gordon paused.

He picked up the photos of the victims, looked at them, and said in surprise: "Once people lose their guard and vigilance, they are always prone to accidents. ”

Hu Qi said heavily: "And this "accident" will kill them. ”

Gordon: "That's right, it's as simple as that. ”

After convicting the suspect as a woman, Gordon and Hooch re-profiled the serial murderer.

Hu Qi contacted the field agent in charge of the case and informed them of the results of the new profile. In addition to FBI agents, the police officers responsible for protecting the four potential victims have also been notified that they need to be wary of women who appear near potential victims in line with the new profile, not men.

However, after they sent down the notice, Gordon and Hutch received only three responses from the police, and the fourth group of police officers on the field did not respond at all. Gordon gave another notice, and the fourth group of police still did not give any reply.

Gordon and Hooch looked at each other.

……

Qiao Heng has learned a lot of knowledge and understands a lot of things. But there are always things that he can never understand, for example, he has never been able to understand what is going on in the hearts of those psychopaths, and even if he has watched the memories of such people's lives countless times, he cannot understand the logic of their lives.

However, because of the original owner of the body, when he has to deal with "this kind of person", he most often expresses things like "I understand you", "I understand this feeling", "I think so too".

What's even more ironic is that he can't understand the jumbled thoughts in their brains at all, but he can predict what they will do next, their choices every step of the way.

Like now.

A hand covered the doorknob and turned slightly, and the wooden door was silently pushed open. A figure walked into the living room from the outside, his steps unusually light, but not cautious or timid.

It was a young woman with brown hair, and even a bit of pure student air on her face, which looked completely harmless if you ignored the pistol in her hand.

Qiao Heng had a newspaper spread out on his knees with his legs folded, and a cigarette between his index and middle fingers was a cigarette with a spark that was extinguished.

He shifted his gaze from the newspaper to the ground, and a pair of women's sneakers with red stripes on a white background caught his eye, and further up, a pair of blue jeans with a clean color.

He raised his head and commented sincerely, "These shoes are good." ”

Judging by his expression, he didn't seem surprised by her arrival.

Obviously, his appearance is not in line with the hearts of the people who came. The woman's face distorted, and the previous beauty was almost gone. She quickly put the gun on Qiao Heng's forehead, and then moved the gun away as if frightened. Her fingers gently caressed the position where the muzzle had just been reached, and only after noticing that there was no broken skin, but not even a little red mark remained, she let go of her hand.

He still looked the same as before, no one could appear to be more gentlemanly than him, but she knew too well that this qiē was a façade of hypocrisy, and it was difficult to find a second person in the world who was as arrogant as him.

Even though she understood these things, her eyes were still uncontrollably focused on this person, and as before, as long as he was by her side, her attention would be drawn to this person, and all her ability to think would be taken away by him.

From top to bottom, she looked at each other seriously, not letting go of the slightest.

At this time, she noticed the cigarette in Qiao Heng's hand.

She seemed stunned for a moment, then said, "You didn't smoke before." ”

Qiao Heng looked at the cigarette between his fingertips and flicked the ash into the ashtray. "It used to be before, and now I'm starting to smoke," he said. ”

She took a few steps closer, close enough that he could faintly hear her breathing. Qiao Heng heard the other party speak: "You have changed a lot. ”

It was a ridiculously cute statement, but it was all too familiar, and he had heard it countless times.

For the first time since the woman entered his living room, he looked into her face and replied noncommittally, "People always change. ”

There was a bit of contempt in his tone, and the words spoken in the most familiar tone of the woman were like a key that opened a certain door. The woman's expression became agitated, "Why did you change? Wasn't it good like that? I don't understand why you're doing this." ”

She looked a little sad, "You have abandoned me, you have turned your back on our faith-"

"We have also abandoned our goal of 'greatness'. Qiao Heng naturally interrupted her and picked up the conversation.

He rolled the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and pressed it. He pressed the little spark on the cigarette butt and said: "I think I should be honest with you, in my eyes, doing a 'big cause' that is also shady by shady means has always been used to be funny." ”

As if completely ignoring the woman's distorted countenance, he said even more harshly, "It's stupid, it's stupid, it's funny." ”

"Stop, shut up, how can you say that? Anyone can think so, but you can't! I didn't come to you to hear about this!" the woman said aloud.

Qiao Heng continued without changing his face: "If you don't want to hear anything from my mouth that you don't want to hear, you can completely raise your gun and shoot me to death." I didn't want to live for a long time. ”

On the contrary, no one has a stronger desire to survive.

Instead of pointing the gun at his forehead again, the woman trembled her hands and could no longer lift the gun. With a snap, the gun fell to the ground.

Qiao Heng refolded the newspaper and placed it neatly on the table beside him.

He crossed his fingers and looked at her seriously, and he said, "The police outside, you killed them?"

The woman asked indifferently, "What do you say?"

Qiao Heng: "It looks like they're dead." ”

He continued: "I feel like we should be open and honest once before the FBI arrives. I know you have enough evidence in your hands to keep me in prison until I die, and I want you to give it to me if you can. ”

He has always disliked mixing career with love, which can easily have bad consequences. The actions of the original owner of the body further strengthened this principle.

Although the original owner of the body did not see her as his lover at all, he was just cultivating a suitable tool. The so-called love is only one-sided. The original owner of the body just didn't refuse her show of love, but this connivance was the trigger for today's incident.

You could call the real Brian Sterling a war profit-making opportunist, and it's not too bad to call him an intelligence monger, but it's not his job to sell information, but the little thing that leaks through his fingers is enough to put him on the federal government's blacklist.

Thank you to the District of Columbia for abolishing the death penalty. However, Qiao Heng still felt that compared to the so-called "life imprisonment/imprisonment without parole", it was still a gun, and the terrible imagination of a long, boring, and desperate prison life was enough to temporarily defeat his strong desire to survive.

Of course, as long as that evidence does not exist, this hypothesis will not become a reality.

The woman's lips trembled: "If I say that I have ruined it, will you believe it?"

If you don't believe it, he doesn't believe a word.

Qiao Heng was silent, closed his eyes as if he had given up on himself, leaned on the sofa, and after a long time, he said softly: "I believe." ”

There seemed to be a faint and bright light in the woman's eyes, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. Then, she was a little confused and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

"I mean...... I didn't mean to deceive you. She spoke quickly, as if she couldn't wait to tell him something, "I left a package in a shop pù on Trenia Street, old place, you know. ”

She was a little afraid to look into those eyes, she was afraid to see the anger of being deceived in those eyes. However, the truth poured cold water on her, and all she saw in those eyes was a piece of sanity and calmness. She understood immediately.

"You lied to me! You don't believe me!" Her eyes filled with tears, but not a single tear rolled down.

Qiao Heng: "Don't make yourself a victim, don't forget, you lied to me before." ”

The woman looked at him in despair, "Okay, you won, you got everything you wanted." The FBI is coming soon, are you going to hand me over to them?"

Qiao Heng shook his head, "That's not good for me." Don't get me wrong, I mean—"

"What gave you the illusion that you could leave alive?"

……

The FBI field vehicle sped down the road, and when they reached their destination and found the fourth group of police officers who had lost contact with them, they were unsurprisingly found dead, with a fatal shot.

At that moment, a gunshot rang out from a nearby residence.