The sun outside the window was extremely bright, and through the thin curtains, it sprinkled every corner of the room, illuminating this clean and simple room, and also opened my eyes from my sleep.

I looked at the spots of light on the snow-white wall, yawned, and suddenly felt a little irritated, so I covered my head with the quilt.

I was very tired, very sleepy, because last night I was busy until four o'clock in the morning, sorting through the materials I had gotten and writing the new book that had just begun.

My name is Yu Qing, Yu of Yu Sin, Qing Qing, an unknown Internet writer, and a single man who claims to live on this.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a very leisurely profession, and the term freelance is really right, but if they know that I am less than 1,000 a month, they will definitely think that I am a second ancestor who eats and waits for death, and they will definitely wake me up for my parents.

But thankfully, my parents didn't discipline me all the time, and my relatives didn't point at my nose and scold me.

Of course, this is not to say that they are content with my income, or that my family is rich enough to support my preferences, but that I have been lying to them.

I lied that I, a non-well-known Internet writer, can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, lying is all this is my source, after all, the money I get home every month is not bad, so they also believe me, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have a book that I could get my hands on, I'm afraid they would believe me more.

But fortunately, they didn't think I was on the path of crime, after all, in their eyes, I had no shortcomings other than unrealistic dreams.

It's just that they don't understand that although I am not on the path of crime, I deal with criminals almost every day.

Because talking to criminals is another job for me and a guarantee of my financial foundation.

Holding back my tiredness, I began to get up and wash up.

Sometimes I wonder why people dress up brightly before they can go out, but when I think about it, I can't think of a result, perhaps, it is human nature to love beauty, and in addition, attracting the opposite sex may be able to make our vanity more explosive.

Recently, because my parents had an idea about my marriage, they told me a few times, so under this pressure, I smoked a lot of cigarettes, which caused pharyngitis to happen again, so I couldn't help but start retching while brushing my teeth.

Smoking started in high school, at that time I was very honest, I was always bullied, and then after someone handed me the first cigarette, I suddenly felt that my self-confidence was bursting, and over time I made a lot of friends in this situation, so that the person who once wanted to bully me gradually became a clown in my eyes, so this habit was also retained, although it was not good for my body, although those people have long been out of contact.

After washing up, getting dressed, and thinking about the people I was going to meet today, I gave up my favorite casual clothes, put on the denim-biased clothes I bought yesterday, and took a taxi to the police station.

Along the way, the driver looked at me with a little surprise in his eyes, and when he saw that I didn't speak, he couldn't help but open his mouth: "Young man, are you dressed like this, are you sure to go to the police station?" ”

"Well, that's very informal, isn't it, in fact, it's mainly a problem with this hat, you can see that I took it off." I smiled and took off my hat, but I forgot that I hadn't cut my hair in almost two months.

Sure enough, when he saw my long hair, he didn't say a word, and drove quietly, as if he was escorting a prisoner.

It's true that I didn't have a cut for two months, which made me look really unneat, and if it weren't for my long hair, I'm sure he would have thought I was a serious person.

It's just that I looked down at the ripped jeans and the little cowhide trench coat, and I always felt that this dress would not be treated like this? Is there really no poet-like wind flu?

Without saying a word all the way, we finally came to the outside of the police station, I originally wanted to transfer money to him on WeChat, but looking at his pale hairline, I still took out a ten-yuan note from my wallet and handed it to him.

"You're a young man, this is really good, although WeChat is convenient, but I really don't like to use this thing, how good it is to get the banknotes in hand, young man, it doesn't matter if you do something wrong, isn't that sentence a good one, confess leniently, resist strictly, even if the mistake is serious, then it is a matter of a few more years."

Seeing his heartfelt persuasion of me, I was really moved in my heart, and after thinking about it, I nodded, and then looked at him, and the corners of my mouth twitched: "What if I killed someone?" ”

Hearing this, the old driver was obviously stunned, and then let himself laugh: "Young man, you are joking." ”

Just after saying this, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the car far away.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but laugh, and then walked towards the police station.

Walking to the hall of the police station, the little police flower who was in charge of receiving me at the door showed a gentle smile on her face when she saw me: "Brother Yu, you are quite handsome today." ”

"Haha, yes, the taxi guy just now thought I was a murderer." I walked over and handed her a piece of chocolate in my pocket: "Dessert of the day." ”

She took the chocolate, and a smile appeared on her little face: "Thank you, Brother Yu." ”

Looking at her smile, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise.

Qiao Shiyu is the new service desk of the police station, responsible for receiving and visiting the public, I heard that it is a girl who has just graduated from college, although she is not very beautiful, and her breasts are not very big, but her personality is very gentle, and the most important thing is that she is about the same age as me because of the postgraduate entrance examination.

I'm 25 years old, a pig, and she's 24, a rat.

"Work hard."

With this in mind, I saw someone walk into the hall, smile at her, and walk straight to the interrogation room.

The bureau has arranged for me to meet a murderer today, and by understanding, he has a soft spot for denim.

If you want to communicate with a murderer, you can make him feel good about you at first sight, which is also a must as a professional criminal psychologist.

That's right, in addition to being a non-well-known online writer, my other identity is that of a criminal psychology expert.