You Mingxu suddenly remembered what Yin Feng had said once:

I always felt that there was someone there who was looking at me all the time, staring at me, threatening me......

It's like a dark cloud, chasing me all the time......

She walked back to the door of the guest house and poked out the cigarette butt on the lid of the trash can, with only a sneer on her face.

What, now it's coming at her?

I'm afraid I won't come. If she doesn't come, how can she find out the demons and monsters around Yin Feng?

She made up her mind, waited for the case at hand to be closed, and turned over Yin Feng's past to investigate.

It was so dirty, and she swept it clean for him.

You Mingxu walked to the door of Yin Feng's room, and just knocked twice, the door opened.

You Mingxu's brows jumped slightly.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Yin Feng was only wearing a black T-shirt and black trousers. Ignore the face, neck down, an inch line is an inch line. The shoulders are very broad, the chest muscles are strong but not proportional, and the narrow waist is tucked towards the firm buttocks that she is used to. The slippers are bare soles, all of which are full of mature masculinity.

You Mingxu's gaze turned back to his face, and sure enough, his face was full of bright smiles, like a little white rabbit. You Mingxu instantly lost his appetite and walked in without squinting.

Chen Feng and their chef are also there. I don't know where they dragged a long table full of dishes. The cook was a handsome middle-aged man, wearing a white top hat and a white uniform, as if some Michelin-starred executive chef had come to a tattered guest house.

Pompous, too pompous. You Mingxu thought that if he had an opportunity, he had to twist the style left over from Chen Feng and Yin Feng in the past, and he couldn't bring Yin Feng to death.

Seeing her come in, Chen Feng immediately retreated with the cook. Yin Feng took You Mingxu's hand and walked to the side of the bed: "Show you something." ”

You Mingxu looked up at the window, it was empty, and asked, "Were there any suspicious signs just now?" ”

Yin Feng was stunned for a moment, followed her example, and looked out the window.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while, and You Ming Xu Qi said, "What are you looking at?" ”

He replied, "I don't know." ”

The tendons on You Mingxu's forehead jumped again, and for some reason, she found that she had been facing Yin Feng recently, and her emotions were always prone to small fluctuations and irritability.

She calmed down for a moment and changed the subject: "What were you going to show me just now?" ”

He pointed.

Next to the bed was a new 20-inch black suitcase, which was stuffed with his puppet. The joints of the doll can be rotated flexibly, and he put this one in it, and the figure is similar to that of the deceased. But in the end, it was made of wood, stiffer, barely stuffed in, but a small half of the volume was outside.

You Mingxu asked, "What are you doing with this?" ”

Yin Feng squatted down, fart~ slightly pouting, looked at the box, and said quite deeply: "Imitate his behavior and figure out his psychology." ”

You Mingxu's heart was irritated by him. Just as he was about to stand up, his hand was grabbed. He said, "Ah Xu, do me a favor." ”

"What for?"

"You lie down in and try."

You Mingxu was silent for a moment, raised his chin and signaled, Yin Feng had been her horse boy for so many days, and she was much more clever, so she immediately moved the puppet out, You Mingxu climbed into the box, only to feel extremely cramped, recalled the photo of the deceased, and imitated that posture to lie down. She is flexible, but she is not low, she has shrunk for a long time, and a pair of calves are still outside.

"That's what I can do." She said.

The woman curled up in a small box in a restrained posture, looking up at him, her eyes shining brightly and her voice soft.

Yin Feng originally held her chin with her hand, looked at her limb shape, looked at it for a long time, and unconsciously distracted, her eyes stopped on her well-defined chin, as well as her chest, waist, and legs. Inexplicably, the throat is a little astringent.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, but his body moved, and his hands pressed against the edge of the box, looking down at her.

You Mingxu also looked at him.

Yin Feng carried the light on her back, and the man's body, which was full of line tension, covered her like this, and easily trapped her in the crook of her arm. He didn't smile either, he didn't look stupid at all, his eyes were clear and focused, as if he was looking at something extremely important.

"Ash......," he whispered, "you look so small. ”

You Mingxu's throat was also a little dry, and for a moment, a familiar impulse surged in his heart. Yes, as he said, she had never been in front of him, so low, so small, trapped between his arms......

What the hell was Lao Tzu thinking?

Almost at the same moment, out of the corner of her eye, Yin Feng's five fingers grasping the edge of the box were a little tighter.

You Mingxu raised his leg and stepped on his handsome face with one kick. He obviously had his eyes and nose stepped on, but his mouth was laughing. I don't know what I'm laughing at.

You Mingxu's impetuousness came to his heart again, and he simply kicked him to the side and crawled out of the box.

But I heard him ask behind him, "What did I do wrong, you want to kick me?" "The voice is not in a hurry.

You Mingxu said coldly: "If you want to kick, do you need a reason?" ”

He was silent for a moment, "Oh. ”

When she turned her head, she saw that he was rubbing his nose and shoulders, his hands were still busy, his head was lowered, and he looked a little aggrieved. You Mingxu felt comfortable in his heart, thinking, yes, this is what he should be. Just now, she actually felt a little bit of a man's aggressiveness, and it was the opposite. It must be beaten back to its original shape.

At this time, You Mingxu's mobile phone rang, and it was a video call from an unfamiliar number. You Mingxu saw that it was the United States, and hurriedly tidied up his hair and clothes, and picked them up.

A gray-haired woman in her fifties appears on the screen. This should be Ding Xiongwei's "old classmate" and famous criminal psychologist Fan Shuhua. Professor Fan is kind and kind-eyed, but his eyes and temperament are not lacking in handsomeness, which makes You Mingxu feel good at first glance.

"Hello, Xiao You. I'm your classmate of Team D, Fan Shuhua. ”

"Hello Professor Fan!"

Professor Fan seemed to look at her for a moment through the screen, and then smiled approvingly and said, "At first glance, he is a capable child." The case you're investigating now is also my nosy. Because Majestic, I showed me the information, and I was quite interested. So here are some ideas for your reference only. ”

You Mingxu said: "Professor Fan, you are too modest, and it is my luck to get your guidance. ”

Professor Fan smiled deeper, nodded, and said, "Judging from the information we have so far, we can make a preliminary criminal psychological portrait of the murderer:

He was between 25 and 40 years old, a native who lived within 5 km of the two victims. He was born in a well-to-earth city, his education level was not high, and his economic conditions were not superior. And he is engaged in a craftsman's job that requires manual skills. For example: veterinarians, butchers, carpenters, blacksmiths, hospital nurses, etc.