For three days, the police followed and monitored Luo Hua 24 hours a day, basically maintaining the frequency of entering the house once a day, and also installed the most advanced pinhole camera in a relatively hidden location in Luo Hua's house, hoping to find some clues that would help find Ge Zhaoshi's whereabouts.

Everyone, almost identified Luo Hua as the murderer of the serial murder case, what is lacking is just evidence, everyone is confident, it is a fox, and sooner or later it will show its tail. A murderer can pretend to be a moment, but it is absolutely impossible to pretend to be a lifetime, under such an all-round monitoring method without dead ends, Luo Hua cannot be without flaws.

The days of stalking are boring, Wen Mo did not stay in the city bureau this time, but applied to enter the stalking group. Anyway, the H Municipal Public Security Bureau's manpower in this case is still a little insufficient, and it is difficult to schedule shifts and cannot guarantee normal rest time.

At this time, she was sitting in the car downstairs of Luohua's house with Lao Zhou. In the early spring at more than eleven o'clock at night, the cold and sticky in the southern city make people have nowhere to hide, even if they wear more, sitting in a car without starting at this time, it can freeze through every minute, which is no essential difference from running bare on the street, maybe running bare will be warmer because of exercise.

Wen Mo finally realized that many netizens on the Internet complained about the concept of southern cold as a magical attack. This TMD heating is all about shaking, just like eating Xuanmai, and the rhythm can't be stopped at all! She herself is not very afraid of the cold, she has even been lying in the snow in order to catch the murderer before, and she has never felt this kind of cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. In the end, which genius divided the country into north and south heating? The room temperature is the same as the outside!

It's not cold to cold, Wen Mo's trembling amplitude is not too big - of course, this trembling is also because of the body's normal reaction to the cold, it is not easy for her to stop, and Lao Zhou is also shaking her legs constantly. Fortunately, the movement of the two of them is not too big, otherwise it would be fun to make a big movement and let the car shake along.

It's not that there is nothing hot in the car, their stalking task is all night, and now it has just begun, the lights of Luohua's house are still on, and the night is still very long. Lao Zhou is also an experienced veteran criminal policeman. Of course, the supplies were prepared in advance, and the hot water in the kettle had not yet been consumed, but no one offered to get some water to drink. This is where the most inconvenient part of keeping an eye is in, in a small car. Wen Mo and Lao Zhou are not familiar with each other. This is the second time we have partnered. If they drink too much water, the number of times they leave the car must be minimized so as not to attract unwanted attention from the person being watched. In other words, if you can not go out, it is better not to go out, go to the toilet or something, and it is better to solve it in the car if you can solve it in the car.

If the two of them are very familiar, Wen Mo can barely hold on to the past when she sits in the back and sits in the toilet or something, but such an embarrassing thing makes a person who is not familiar with it listen to the whole process, even if Wen Mo thinks that her skin is thick enough, she is not willing to do it too many times. So the pot of water, the two of them tacitly understood that no one made up their minds, and they trembled in unison......

In the car, the two of them shivered slightly while staring at the picture on the tablet.

Three pictures, living room and two bedrooms. The comrade in charge of setting up the camera is obviously a middle and high master, and the location is well chosen, basically covering most of Luohua's activity venues.

The comrades who infiltrated Luohua's house took pictures of the basic situation of his house. His kitchen is so clean that it can starve mice, there is only a lone induction cooker, there is no dining table in the restaurant, only a cupboard is made against the wall, there are a few pieces of tableware in it, except for one bowl that looks clean, the others are obviously covered with a layer of dust, the refrigerator is full of convenience food and quick-frozen food, there are no fresh ingredients, obviously, Luo Hua's cooking skills are not very good, and the requirements for eating are very low, just fill your stomach.

Their bedroom adheres to the minimalist style of the living room, with a double bed in the master bedroom and a one-meter-wide single wardrobe. There is only a single bed in the second bedroom, and there is no wardrobe.

From the above information, it is not difficult to analyze that Luo Hua not only does not pay attention to enjoyment in life, but simply reduces all material enjoyment to only maintain the needs of survival, and is unwilling to waste time in this regard.

His three meals a day are either eaten in a small shop outside, or he cooks some quick-frozen things at home, and he eats very quickly, often from the time the meal is served to the end of the meal, it takes no more than ten minutes.

From a person's living habits, many things can be seen. Luo Hua is not an old scholar who is immersed in scientific research, he doesn't listen to things outside the window, he is focused on his career, his work is relatively leisurely, which can be seen from the few archives in the psychological counseling room, after all, students with psychological problems account for a minority, such a thing as a triple jump, the experimental middle school has been established for more than 60 years, and only one has happened. He spends most of his working time reading books, all kinds of books, martial arts, romance, fantasy, detective novels, psychology professional materials, various newspapers and magazines, biographies of domestic and foreign celebrities, and so on. Even now, it was already past eleven o'clock, and Luo Hua was holding a professional book on philosophy and reading it with relish.

Luo Hua is a strange person. There are no obvious hobbies, and his life is simple and self-disciplined. In layman's terms, he doesn't smoke or drink, he doesn't eat or wear, he doesn't like to play and his forehead is not good, so to speak, normal people have seven emotions and six desires, and he is like a monk, or the kind that can become a Buddha immediately after shaving his hair.

As an expert in criminal psychology, even if he has little experience as a psychiatrist, it does not prevent Wen Mo from deeply understanding the bitter nature of this industry.

Psychological counselors, to put it nicely, call it a psychiatrist, to say it badly, it is a silent trash can. Other people's depression and injustice, depression and unhappiness, love and hatred can also be told to psychiatrists. But as a psychiatrist, you must keep everything you hear and see completely confidential, and not a word can be leaked out, otherwise it will be a crime, and you will be sued by the patient for being bankrupt after washing your neck. Doctors can't self-medicate, and they are exposed to the shadow side of other people's psychology for a long time, and it is difficult for psychiatrists not to produce psychological imbalances.

If someone asks if you can't self-medicate, why don't you find a psychiatrist? The embarrassment is the embarrassment here. Psychological intervention treatment in China started late. The sense of identity of the masses is low, and people in first-tier cities may have more pressure in their lives, and the number of people who see psychologists is still more, but in small cities of 231, walking on the street and asking casually, it is estimated that no one has ever seen a psychiatrist. Demand determines the market, and China is still at a very low level in the intervention and treatment of mental illness, which also leads to the number of psychiatrists in a city is pitifully small, and there is no way. If there is too much, there will be vicious competition. No one will survive when the time comes. The circle is so small, who doesn't know whom? In front of a very familiar peer, are you embarrassed to find someone else to spit out bitterness?

Therefore, people who are generally engaged in psychology-related work have some obvious hobbies. Without it. It's just a way to come up with something out of no way. It's just to reduce psychological pressure.

Most of the cases Wen Mo has come into contact with are bloody and perverted, and she also has her own way of decompressing. In the dead of night, when there is free. Close the door and window, put on headphones, and start singing, anyway, I listen to it and sing like that (of course, everyone should know how magic sound penetrates the brain when singing with headphones), shout wildly, don't care if you can sing or not, just shout out, shout until your voice is dumb, it's cool, and then pull down the quilt and cover your head to sleep, ensuring that you will be resurrected with full blood and blue the next day.

Basically, as long as she is free at home, she has to come out like this every three times, but in view of her little love for curiosity, she basically never mentioned it to anyone, and she knows very few people.

But Luo Hua has been closely monitored by the police for more than two days, and his rhythm of life is like a clockwork alarm clock, meticulous.

Such a person must have an incomparably strong heart and can not be moved by anything. But as the old saying goes, it is better to block than to sparse, and the imbalance that is suppressed in the heart does not exist because a person is strong in the heart, but it is usually suppressed very well, but once something happens one day and these imbalances all explode, the result may be a completely unimaginable disaster.

Luo Hua, has your psychological imbalance passed?

At 12 o'clock, the lights of Luohua's house went out every second. The next work is relatively simple, but neither of the two has thought of proposing to let a person rest first, so cold weather, it's strange to sleep without freezing, or wait for dawn.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was very overcast, and the picture of the tablet was pitch black, and I could only vaguely see a figure lying on the bed in the master bedroom, turning over from time to time, and sleeping not very peacefully.

Lao Zhou's mobile phone rang suddenly, and it was a call from the task force, telling them to rush back immediately.

Lao Zhou was still a little stunned by the cold: "What about Luohua?" We don't have to wait for someone to take over? ”

"No, come back quickly, Luo Hua is not a murderer!" The other party hurriedly threw down this sentence and hung up the phone.

Lao Zhou started the car, in the early hours of the morning, there was a little noise that was particularly eye-catching, they walked in a hurry, did not see, in the bedroom of Luo Hua's house, the curtain was suddenly quietly lifted a small corner, Luo Hua was staring at the car outside in a hurry, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hehe, finally gone, after following him for so many days, he has long been tired of it. In the darkness, he turned a corner and walked towards the bathroom, in a very happy mood.

H Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The offices on the third floor belonging to the Criminal Police Brigade have not been extinguished since the incident, and this should be no exception. Xiao Xie didn't come home yesterday, he sat dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes vigorously, no matter what, he couldn't believe what he was seeing now.

"Impossible! That's impossible! ”

Around him, there were also three criminal policemen with blood-red eyes, and everyone's face was hard to see. From the case of the three corpses of Xiao Boyuan's family to the present, 13 people have died, but they haven't even caught a single hair of the murderer!

Lao Zhou stepped into the office and saw such a scene, his heart sank, but his feet did not slow down, he quickly walked to Xiao Xie's side and saw what he was holding in his hand.

It was a DNA identification report that had just been made, and Xiao Xie had been staring at it and quickly took it out after it was done.

The conclusion at the end of the appraisal report reads: the sample sent for testing does not match the saliva sample taken from the tableware used at the scene, and there is a 99.9% probability that it is not the same person.

There is no problem with Luo Hua's sample, it is the chopsticks that our comrades saw with their own eyes that he put down after using them, and he has never left his body from the time he got his hands to the time he sent it to the forensic department, and there is no possibility of being transferred.

In other words, they have been busy for the past three days, and Luo Hua is innocent.

Wen Mo was also not calm when she saw the appraisal report, and in her heart, she had great doubts about Luo Hua.

It's not that she is used to judging by experience, but Luo Hua's various performances, the more she understands him, the more she can't help but look at him as a murderer, which is an intuition formed by dealing with vicious criminals for many years as an expert in criminal psychology.

Luo Hua knew Bai Bingbing, the lover of the male deceased in the first murder, and learned a lot about the Xiao family, he was the psychiatrist of Wang Zitian, the girl who died in the third murder, and he was qualified to know the affairs of the Wang family, as for the other two cases, Wen Mo always thought that it was just a matter of time, they were trying to find clues about Luo Hua's whereabouts before and after several cases, and retrieved a large number of surveillance videos, hoping to find evidence that he knew several deceased people in the other two cases.

They thought of everything, but they didn't expect that the murderer was not Luo Hua at all!

Among them, Wen Mo and Xiao Xie are the saddest. Xiao Xie was the first person to link Luo Hua with the two murders, he thought it would be a breakthrough, Wen Mo's suspicion of him increased after going to Luo Hua's house, and he basically determined that he was suspected of committing a major crime.

It's just a slap in the face! Although it is normal to take some detours in the process of solving the case, there is no truth without investigation, and no one can guarantee that the direction will be correct at the beginning. But this couldn't be more wrong. The most precious two days were wasted, and what was lost was the 48 hours of golden time when rescuing Ge Zhao!

Time is life, and this sentence can't be joked at all!

Wen Mo asked herself countless times if her tail had been cocked unconsciously.

As a criminal psychologist, if you can't be down-to-earth, based on the principle of starting from evidence, make subjective assumptions, and draw conclusions randomly, what is the difference between it and the dog officials who careless about human life in ancient times?

She took a deep breath and told herself to be calm, to be calm! Go back to the case itself and don't let experience sway.

Then, pray again, hoping that Ge Zhaoshi will not pay for her mistakes with her life!

Ge Zhaoshi's situation at this time is not good, but he is indeed alive, locked in a small, windowless toilet, with food piled up at his feet, and a lot of drinking water left, but unfortunately his left and right sides are tightly handcuffed to the water pipe, with his small body, it is pure dreaming to chase him away.

The fact that the people who locked him up hadn't come for the past few days had calmed Ge Zhaoshi a little, but he was still in fear, as if there was a sword above his head that would fall at any time.

Then, he heard the door open...... (To be continued.) )