"Some of the perpetrators are darker than you think." Yu Chihong's face sank suddenly, and the light reflected the desolate fierceness in his eyes.

Qiao Yan's cheeks also showed sorrow and misery. "That's why I want to know more about what makes them dehumanize."

Wei Chihong was silent, he leaned back in his chair, and his eyebrows condensed a melancholy. Qiao Yan also sank deep into the sofa, and her expression became unusually heavy.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and neither of them was silent. Then, Yu Chihong gently opened the drawer in the middle of the desk, and there was a photo frame lying in the drawer, which was a photo of a young girl, the girl had a delicate and gentle face, a pair of eyes revealing purity and freshness, she lowered her eyebrows and smiled, and the corners of her mouth swirled.

"Brother-" The girl's silver bell-like laughter seemed to echo in her ears, and Yu Chihong closed his eyes in pain.

Qiao Yan didn't notice Wei Chihong's abnormality, she had a slight mental trance, her eyes fell on the red handbag on her side, and a pair of eyes gradually became blurry, as if floating in the fog.

When Yu Chihong remembered that Qiao Yan still existed, Qiao Yan was already tired and curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. He sank into the depths of his chair, staring blankly at the sleeping face. After a while, he opened the cabinet, took out a blanket, walked over gently, and covered Qiao Yan's body. Just about to leave, Qiao Yan squirmed, the blanket slid down, she frowned slightly, and seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortable.

Yu Chihong sighed lowly, bent down, wrapped his hands around Qiao Yan's shoulders, let her lie flat on the sofa, took off her shoes for her, put them aside, and wrapped her feet with a blanket.

Then he returned to his place, and as he sat down, he felt the tiredness of the day's work, and the tossing and turning of the night, spread among his limbs.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, Qiao Yan suddenly woke up. She was in a bit of a trance and didn't know where she was. Looking at the window, it was already dawn, and she suddenly remembered that she had arrived at Wei Chihong's office last night, and sat up, only to find that this was not Wei Chihong's office, but the office of the special investigation team. She sat on the couch with her knees crossed, wondering what was going on.

Zeng Jinling was sitting at her desk flipping through the materials, and when she heard the noise, she raised her head and smiled at Qiao Yan. The detachment leader brought you over just now, and he couldn't bear to wake you up and wanted you to sleep a little longer. ”

Qiao Yan's face burned, she was worried that Zeng Jinling had misunderstood, and wanted to explain, but she didn't know where to start.

"The detachment leader told me that you went to the autopsy laboratory last night. And you've heard about your sprained foot, too. If I don't bring you over, and when it's time to go to work, someone finds you sleeping in the detachment leader's office, it's explosive news. The smile on the corner of Zeng Jinling's mouth deepened a little, "I now feel that the heart of the detachment leader is not as cold as the appearance gives people. ”

Somehow, Qiao Yan suddenly remembered what Cao Chongshan said last night, the incident that happened seven years ago. "Do you know what happened to the detachment leader seven years ago?"

Zeng Jinling shook her head. I don't know anything about him. ”

Zeng Jinling attached great importance to the first appearance of the special investigation team in the case, came to the public security bureau early in the morning, prepared detailed materials for each member of the group, and organized the group members to discuss and study before the meeting. The four of them watched the HDV tape sent to the organizing committee of the University Student Micro Film Festival, which recorded the image of the first deceased, wearing a brightly colored beautiful dress, posing in various poses and poses according to the requirements of the photographers, while sobbing incessantly, with a very frightened expression on her face. The photographer constantly emitted a strange child-like laugh that had been processed with a voice change. The ending credits are also marked: "The fun children's game is officially opened, and the next one may be you ......"

"Why did the prisoner take such an image, and what do you think?" Zeng Jinling asked.

Mo Yuqing was the first to speak: "It's so that when I watch it later, I can enjoy the pleasure of killing." The tape was supposed to be a trophy and look like the action of a murderer. ”

"So what is the purpose of submitting the video to the festival?" Zeng Jinling asked again.

Mo Yuqing believes that the prisoner is a theater type. The purpose is to cause a social sensation. After the video is leaked, it will inevitably arouse widespread attention and controversy. The prisoner also enjoys killing people, and after watching the victim's performance, he kills him, which is sadomasochism.

Wan Xing still looked listless, fiddling with the mouse nonchalantly. Qiao Yan was eating breakfast, and Zeng Jinling went outside to buy bread and bagged coffee for her. She brought the coffee cup to her lips and took an elegant sip. "Wanxing, can you please show the pictures of those dead people?"

Wan Xing sat up slightly, clicked the mouse to close the video, and called up the photo of the deceased from the computer and displayed it on the big screen.