"The third point is also the biggest doubt in the criminal psychology of this case." Bo Jinyan's speed of speech suddenly accelerated, "The deceased Nie Shijun ran to the gate of the park at 22:05, and ran to the scene of the crime. According to your investigation, the park is surrounded by high walls, which cannot be crossed except for the entrance. The park closed at 11 p.m. on the night of the crime, and the day after the incident, the cleaners found the body before the park opened and reported it, and then closed the park. Police searched the park and found no suspicious person. In other words, the murderer mixed in with the crowd and left before the park closed at 23 o'clock the night before. It takes 15-20 minutes to run from the scene of the crime to the entrance of the park. In other words, the murderer's entire murder process was only about 15 minutes. If the murderer is really a butterfly killer and a psychopath, this time is too short and too hasty for him. ”

The detectives looked puzzled. A criminal policeman spoke: "15 minutes, killing, drawing, and cleaning up the scene, it is still possible to act quickly." ”

Jian Yao was shocked in her heart. Yes, she just felt that the butterfly drawn by the murderer was too soft and simple, and there was something strange. Now that Bo Jinyan said this, she suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. It is not the actions of killing people that are hasty, but the ......

Bo Jinyan smiled slightly and said, "What is hasty is not killing. It's about the experience. For a psychopath, still a novice, he finally killed the object he carefully selected, but after drawing the butterfly in his dream, he immediately turned away without any taste, observation, enjoyment...... For him, this is like a big meal in front of him, but he can't even smell it, which is very uncomfortable. ”

Bo Jinyan's face turned cold: "So, my conclusion is that either, he is not a psychopathic killer at all, this is just a means for him to divert the attention of the police, and he murdered for other specific reasons." Or, it is true that he is not satisfied at all because he is a first-time crime and has little experience. Then, he will soon carry out a second crime. But no matter what the case is, his carefully selected target, Nie Shijun, must be our breakthrough. Nie Shijun is introverted and rarely social. The killer must have chosen to murder her for a reason. It can even be inferred that they once had direct contact. ”

——

On this day, Bo Jinyan and An Yan returned to the villa, and it was almost midnight.

Unlike usual casualness, as soon as Bo Jinyan came back, he locked himself in the room and locked the door.

An Yan rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, and after filling his stomach indiscriminately, he ran to his door again: "Hey." ”

There was no one in the house to answer him.

"What did she tell you after?" An Yan asked, "Didn't you two reconcile?" ”

"She didn't tell me anything." Bo Jinyan's voice was as calm as water.

An Yan: "Why? After the meeting, everyone left tacitly, leaving the two of them to sit across the table. He waited in the car downstairs for a long time before Bo Jinyan came down. He thought they were fighting at the end of the bed.

But come to think of it, it's much more serious than a fight in bed.

In response to his question, Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment.

At the moment, all the lights in the house were turned off - it would have made no difference to him if the lights were turned on and off. The curtains were all drawn. Only a small window was opened for ventilation. Bo Jinyan was lying on the bed, only feeling that the whole world was silent with him.

He remembered the situation after today's meeting.

He sat still. Listen to the people around me all gone.

Later, he felt that the light around him had dimmed, and there was no movement at all. Only then did she know that she was also gone.

After such an unexpected and tender reunion, she left without saying a word to him.

Bo Jinyan felt a faint pain in his chest.

……

"How do I know?" Bo Jinyan replied.

An Yan, who was squatting outside the door, heard him answer, analyzed it carefully, and said, "Is she ...... Haven't forgiven you yet? ”

What answered him was Bo Jinyan's silence.

An Yan felt that he had guessed correctly, sighed, and muttered, "I thought that a woman like Jian Yao would never be angry. It's like a stumbling one, and it's very hard to coax...... So what are you going to do? ”

"It's none of your business." Bo Jinyan replied.

An Yan lightly "cut", but he still felt sorry for him, and asked, "Do you want to come out and eat something?" Didn't we take the time to go to the supermarket this afternoon and buy a big fish? It won't be fresh tomorrow. ”

Who knew that after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement. An Yan got up and wanted to leave, but he seemed to hear a sentence through the door: "How can the fish compare with her?" ”

This is really a bit stupid, but when it falls on the ears of fools, it is also instantaneous.

An Yan stood still for a moment, sighed, and said, "Yes, no matter how delicious things are, how can they compare with her?" I understand. ”

An Yan returned to his room, and the door was quiet again.

Bo Jinyan wrung a hot wet towel by herself, put it on her eyes, closed her eyes, but thought about every word she said today, and imagined in her mind the expressions and movements she should have.

Eyes are hot.

Jian Yao, I'm sorry.

Jian Yao, I've been away for too long.

There is a river of blood between us.

I'm blind and crawl over.

——

At the same time, Fang Qing and Jian Yao chose another more direct way to release the emotions in their hearts tonight.

They found a small shop downstairs from the police station to drink. A small red barbecue that belongs to the city.

They didn't say much to each other, and after drinking many glasses, the eyes of the two massive people were still bright in the night.

Fang Qing lowered the cigarette butt and asked, "Why didn't you say anything to him and left?" ”

Jian Yao raised her head and looked at the night scene that seemed to be different from her hometown. In a trance, it seems that it was still a night many years ago, and I was talking about drinking and barbecuing on the street with three or two friends. But later, she chose a different path from ordinary people and chose a man who was unique in ten thousand.

Then covered in scars and full of relief.

The heart is full of joy and the heart is full of pain.

"Old Fang, do you know why Jin Yan left?"

Fang Qing didn't answer. There are many interpretations of Bo Jinyan's departure. But he knew that Jian Yao must have his own interpretation.

Jian Yao raised her hand and took a sip of wine and said, "You know the flower ogre case, right?" I almost died that time, and I suffered a lot. Jin Yan broke his throat and risked ruining his reputation to save me. Suffice it to say, he almost gave up the whole world for me. ”

"Hmm."

"Losing me may make Jin Yan crazy. But if he loses Fu Ziyu, I think it will make him silent. ”

Fang Qing was silent.

"What if you lose your eyes? Having lost the eyes that could have seen through all evil, where is faith to be? Jin Yan has actually done a good job, he has not sunk, let alone degenerated. He was just a person who had been away for a while, but the eyes in his heart were still staring at everything. Lao Fang, I'm ...... today. In fact, I am very happy to see that a year later, he is recovering so well, almost the same as before. ”

Fang Qing smiled suddenly: "You are ...... I can't bear to beat him up again. ”

Jian Yao also smiled, but the smile was very light. The two of them raised their glasses and touched each other, and then they all looked at the vast night of the city in front of them.

Criminals are never caught, and sin is always spreading on the edge of darkness. In this city, there are still mad people on the run. But why does my heart already feel warm?

"You ask me why I didn't say a word to him." Jian Yao whispered, "I'm afraid he's not ready." I'm waiting for him to walk up to me. ”

——

The night is lonely, some people are pursuing, some people are waiting, and some people are desperately hiding.

In the dark room, among the high-rise buildings of the city, the TV is always broadcasting the news about the "butterfly murder". He locked himself in the bathroom and listened to the sound of trembling water, and he covered his face with his hands.

It's bad, it's bad! Everything is broken.

The people he kills, the people he loves. And himself.

Suddenly, he put down his hand, as if he had a very long and vague dream, and suddenly woke up, only to realize what he had done.

He looked up and looked out the window, at the crack in the building, behind the dark window.

There were a pair of eyes there. Black compound eyes, skeleton-like.

That's the butterfly's eyes, looking at him!

Killing, it says, isn't that what we want? (To be continued.) )