An autumn rain washed the sky as clear as jasper.

The icy rain faded the cool wind and monopolized the autumn colors. The mist fills the autumn rain and slowly sinks in the sun.

Song Qingcang, who had returned to Jiangcheng on the return journey from Longquan Mountain, was rushing to the "Lu Group" in the north of the city at this moment.

Lu Haoxuan, who ended a round of "verbal war" with Yan Jinyu, was sitting in the president's office on the sixteenth floor at the moment, thinking back to the chance encounter with the woman that day, and the fierce argument between the two of them after arriving, and suddenly felt a little interesting.

In the past, although Yan Zhan did not have many contacts and did not have deep friendships, he had a few shallow conversations, but he had already revealed the nature of "old treacherous and cunning".

Now, with her daughter, "old treacherous and cunning" can't be talked about, but "mouth like a river" is very suitable.

As a newcomer, the "water is too deep" in the real estate industry is not like running a makeup brand, but more of a "deception" between businessmen

The real estate industry, on the other hand, constrains the chain of interests between businessmen and the government, and the harmonious relationship between the government and the people

This is not a seemingly "fair" game, a careless will be "doomed".

Over the years, Lu Haoxuan has been fortunate to have the master's close friend who has always "sent charcoal in the snow", so that there will be several "dangerous situations", but every time he looks back on it, he still feels "walking on thin ice".

The "Lu Group" has poured his master's life's work, if he becomes decadent in his own hands, how can he face the master who has worked hard to cultivate him.

Therefore, all along, he has always maintained his cautious and cautious style.

The "Tiancheng Lake" project must be foolproof, even if what Yan Jinyu said is exactly what she is looking forward to.

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At noon, the first glow after the rain, the clouds open and the sun rises, and the sky is like an ink-dyed landscape painting, which is beautiful and delicious.

In the office on the sixteenth floor, Lu Haoxuan was sitting comfortably on a somewhat soft brown leather sofa, Xiao Moran was quietly soaking a pot of good "Tieguanyin" by the windowsill, and a burly man in a black windbreaker was sitting directly opposite the sofa.

Looking at the noble man with "Haoran righteousness" said by the old Taoist of Longquan Mountain, Song Qingcang was speechless for a while.

Lu Haoxuan looked at the criminal investigation captain who couldn't be beaten with eight poles, and vaguely felt the purpose of his trip.

"Captain Song, we shouldn't be familiar with each other, with all due respect, please tell me why you're here this time?"

Lu Haoxuan's words interrupted the dullness between each other, and Song Qingcang realized that he had lost some of his temper just now.

Song Qingcang, who was about to open his mouth to answer, was blinded by a cup of fragrant tea, the white steam carrier tea fragrance rose up, and Lu Haoxuan's slightly emaciated face in the "hazy" looked a little blurred.

Song Qingcang held the purple sand teacup handed over by Xiao Moran in his hand, but he looked at Lu Haoxuan opposite with a little "dumbfounded".

"Captain Song, try the recently acquired "Tieguanyin".

Lu Haoxuan didn't seem to notice the change in Song Qingcang's demeanor, but just recommended the other party to drink tea.

Song Qingcang, who had lost his temper twice today, finally came back to his senses at this moment, looked at the other party's indifferent and calm demeanor, and secretly screamed ashamed.

Song Qingcang, who had returned to normal, no longer hesitated, and said directly: "Mr. Lu, in fact, I came here today for the recent murder cases in Jiangcheng..."

After listening carefully to Song Qingcang's account, Lu Haoxuan stretched his somewhat stiff neck, and said complainingly: "This soft sofa really can't be done, and it has to be replaced with a tougher one when you turn around." ”

Listening to Lu Haoxuan's words of "cows are not right for horses", Song Qingcang was about to ask, but was interrupted by a question from Lu Haoxuan.

"Captain Song, I'm afraid I'm mistaken, I'm in the real estate business, although the recent murders have caused a lot of trouble in the city, but it doesn't have anything to do with me. ”

Looking at Lu Haoxuan, who was unwilling to "admit it" and was a little around the bend, Song Qingcang was reluctant to hide anything anymore and wanted to hit the point.

"To tell you the truth, I just came over from Longquan Mountain, and a senior surnamed Xiao asked me to come to you and say that you can help me. ”

Looking at Song Qingcang with a sincere face, Lu Haoxuan suddenly smiled and said, "Sure enough, this old man is really unconscious, and the Xiao family is really difficult to have a reliable person." “

Looking at Lu Haoxuan, who indirectly "admitted", Song Qingcang smiled heartily and ignored it.

just lowered his head and took a sip of the "Tieguanyin" in his hand.

Xiao Moran, who was waiting to brew a second pot of new tea on the windowsill, suddenly heard the owner say "Xiao family", and his originally "breezy and light" expression suddenly became a little serious, and his slightly frowning eyebrows seemed to tell that he had become a little uneasy.

The two people on the sofa didn't notice Xiao Moran here, and at this moment, Song Qingcang was patiently listening to Lu Haoxuan's "analysis" of the homicide case.

"Captain Song, I'm actually just an outsider, because I studied psychology at Stanford University in California for a few years, so do my best. ”

"I don't think I need to repeat the basic information of the murderer, and I will only ask three questions. ”

The first question is, why does the murderer choose to commit a crime at 12 o'clock every time, one more minute, not one second less?

The second question is, do the six people who have nothing to do with each other have any other related connections besides their backgrounds and identities?

The third question is, why does the murderer have to stab his throat every time he kills?

In fact, for the above three questions raised by Lu Haoxuan, Song Qingcang analyzed them on the table when he was in the criminal investigation detachment.

At this moment, looking at this so-called "layman", Song Qingcang still took the trouble to answer in an orderly manner.

"We analyzed the reason why the murderer chose to commit the crime at 12 o'clock in the morning, in addition to the fact that there were fewer pedestrians on the road during that time, which was not easy to be detected, and more importantly, the murderer should be a person with a strong sense of time and some "obsessive-compulsive disorder". The murderer likes to seal his throat with a knife, and he is afraid that there are some perverted shadows in his heart, in order to highlight the sharpness of his knife skills. As for your second question, I can't answer it, and I haven't been able to find any relevant information that can be linked. ”

Regarding Song Qingcang's answer, Lu Haoxuan was noncommittal, and then said with a smile: "In my opinion, your analysis is good, but it is not complete; a murderer who is a little psychopathic and has a typical "obsessive-compulsive disorder" chooses to commit crimes at 12 o'clock every time, and there is another reason; he likes games, he likes games from hell; he likes to watch that group of people run desperately to survive, he knows that they are just surviving, and when they are exhausted and tired to make a sound, a knife will be fatal." When the bells of "hell" rang, he worshipped it as a belief to console the dead.

"A kind of faith?" Listening to Lu Haoxuan's vivid description, Song Qingcang seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere.

"In addition to faith, there is also provocation, provocation against all the police, those six people who seem to know each other have an indelible commonality; the place where they died was less than 300 meters from the surrounding police station; the murderer forced the six victims to run to the nearest road to the police station, and when it was near, he killed them; let them see the hope in front of them, and then finally turned to despair; in front of the policeman, who has always been full of justice and anti-violence, he wants to show his omnipotence and your inaction。 ”

Listening to Lu Haoxuan's reasonable analysis, a trace of anger appeared on Song Qingcang's somewhat dazed face.

Lu Haoxuan looked at it and ignored it, and then said: "As for the last question, the murderer likes to seal his throat with a knife; in my opinion, it's not just that the murderer is perverted, it's not just that the murderer wants to show his superb knife skills;

The most important thing should be the size of the knife, only a knife of that size can just fit into the range of movement of the human throat, at that moment, he was very sure that the blood would not flow to the silver knife, and he should not be absolutely sure of any other part, he did not like his beloved knife to be stained with the blood of any dead man. “

"For such a person who has faith, "cherishes the knife as his life", dares to provoke the police, and is a bit perverted, I am more inclined to him to be an organized person. ”

"Organization, what kind of organization?" Song Qingcang, who heard the word "organization", suddenly became a little anxious.

"I don't know yet, but if my guess is correct, it should be your police's business. ”

Looking at Song Qingcang with an anxious look, Lu Haoxuan did not inform the other party of the organization called "Heavenly Punishment" and the code name of the murderer; he just gave a slight hint and said: "A knife of this size should be custom-made; it should not be in circulation on the normal market, you can go to the major black markets to have a look; ask if there is a man who has behaved strangely recently, has been playing with knives all year round, and has some "special" marks or tattoos on his body has ordered a lot of such knives at one time. ”

"This is a clue, I will go back and ask them to strictly investigate the recent items related to knives and utensils in the major black markets."

"It's not a strict investigation, it's a secret investigation".

"Hey, that's, that's, now that there's a direction, I finally don't feel confused anymore. ”

"Is this "seeing the light of day?"

"Haha, that's thanks to you, it's a shame that you're not a criminal policeman, and it's good to be an expert in psychological behavior analysis. ”

"If I go, what are you going to do? I can't do the beauty of adults, I can't do the things that ruin people's futures, I think I'd better continue to be my real estate boss." ”

For a long time, Song Qingcang was speechless.

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