The criminal police who were driven into the conference room muttered a little, what is there to train in such a thing as a stalker? It's like they're special, and they're just a guy with a brain problem at best.

But whispering, since this training has been arranged, let's see what to say, as the training lecturer approached the conference room, the person with this kind of thought began to regret it, the woman in front of her looked small, if it weren't for the neat short hair and the clothes full of martial arts aura, just looking at the face was still quite ladylike and gentle, it didn't look like there was anything to do.

"Like this type or not? Sister is going to pull you a string? Xu Wanli lowered her voice and said to Xue Yang beside her.

Although he knew that it should be a joke, Xue Yang couldn't help but shake his head again and again, shaking quite seriously, trying to show a firm and correct position.

Early this morning, he learned through Zeng Ying's boyfriend, college dormitory classmates and other channels that Zeng Ying was depressed, Qian Zixuan did accompany her to live in a resort on a hill in the suburbs for a while, and when he rushed there, he learned from the security guard that Qian Zixuan had just moved out the day before yesterday. The security guards said that she looked haggard and packed her luggage very simply, and the security guards of the entire resort guessed which poor woman she was fleeing from domestic violence.

If you reflect it in time when you get the clues, you won't let Qian Zixuan miss it like this. This is the second time that he has missed Qian Zixuan, and he will forget it again, and the clues left by Zeng Ying with his life have been wasted like this, which has made Xue Yang's mood even worse, but he has always maintained the surface with an iceberg face, and only people who are very familiar with him can detect Xue Yang's depression from some details.

In the conference room, the woman's formal opening remarks finally came out amid the small discussions.

"I know that everyone has come to listen to me at the request of their superiors," the woman's voice was also thin, and there was no sense of oppression in her voice, "Coincidentally, I am too." ”

Her teasing caused some chuckles to be heard in the seats.

"Actually, I'm scared of life, let alone preaching in front of so many police officers, but when I think of my original intention of coming here, I will be filled with courage again, just like if you think of the original intention of being a police officer, you may feel the same way as me."

The original intention was because the police uniform was very handsome—I don't know who laughed.

The woman didn't mind the smiles around her, "The reason I'm standing here is so that others don't have to go through the pain I once had." I know that your recent case involves the crime of stalking, to be precise, it is difficult to define stalking as a crime in China, because it is difficult to prove, probably in your eyes, you can be followed by someone, and there will be no lack of meat. Most stalkers are men, but there are also cases where men are stalked by women......"

"Then marry home." I don't know whose complaint caused another round of laughter.

"We're just assuming here, and we're still listening lightly, but in fact, the person being followed doesn't even want to see each other, let alone marry home. Most stalking behaviors don't actually cause physical harm, but they do have a mental impact. Like what...... For example, if someone sticks their face to the glass window and peeps into my home, it's not scary, but imagine that you are eating at home and you look up and see someone looking at you through the glass window! Isn't it scary? Not to mention that this man is still the boss, he will knock on the window, smash the sound, and shout outside: I'm looking at you! Look at you! For a long time, you don't even have the courage to look up out the window! ”

The woman paused, lowered her head and thought, "Let me tell you something, I once ...... I used to be a radio host, and I hosted some radio programs that touched my life late at night. There was a fan, the word fan was not very popular at that time, she wrote to me, one a day, thunder, I was really moved at first. But gradually the content of the letter began to make me feel wrong, in addition to talking about the content and words I had on the radio last night, she also wrote which dress I wore today that did not look good, and which dress I should wear; I started writing letters criticizing a colleague I was too close to, and as a woman with a family and a husband, I was embarrassed to do so; Teach me what to say on the show and ask me to praise her for supporting me on the show...... I was afraid of receiving her letters every day, and when I saw her name, I threw them away, and then one night, she called the program's hotline...... "The woman let out a deep breath, and the people sitting in the room stopped laughing. "On the late-night show she angrily accused me of ignoring her letters and yelling at me for being an ungrateful slut, and the backstage editor quickly cut off her phone and I managed to salvage the situation for the rest of the show. But what I didn't expect was that after this phone call, the nightmare began completely, I found myself being followed, every day when I went to and from work, as long as I went out, eight times out of ten I would see a woman in a beige blouse looking straight at me from behind, and she would call my home in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, and scold me for doing a bad job on today's show; She painted a red lip with red paint on the door of my house, and scared my son to tears; She called my parents and in-laws, and made up that I had four mistresses outside and liked to sleep with three men at the same time, which was a...... These things caused chaos in my family, and I couldn't explain why someone would say such bad things about me for no reason, my husband believed me, but my in-laws didn't easily believe that it really didn't come for a reason. ”

What the hell is she trying to do? -- Someone in the audience asked.

"I've asked her this question many times, I forced myself to calm down and try to communicate with her, and she told me that the reason she did it was that I didn't listen to her, I didn't praise her for encouraging me, she was angry, and she didn't want to be angry, but I did something very wrong, so she was going to give me a little bitterness and let me learn to listen to her."

Lunatic? Lunatic! The audience whispered to conclusions.

"Yes, a large proportion of stalkers have paranoia, in their eyes, there is only themselves in the world, everyone, everyone, should cooperate with their own delusional plot, in their eyes, the person being stalked and harassed is not a person, you are not a person, you are not a person, no one is anyone, no one matters except to satisfy himself, and even if you get in the way, you should die." The woman wandered, not watching the reaction of the audience, but she knew they were all listening, and the room was already quiet enough to hear the slight sound of the air conditioning exhaust. "It's the most volatile type of stalker, and it can be a harassing behavior, or it can evolve into violent behavior out of resentment. Another common type is the so-called ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend, who also cannot treat the lover who proposed to break up as an independent human being. In their eyes, the ex-lover is all he has, and it doesn't matter at all what they think, it's mine that matters! It's mine! She's mine! Parted? No, you can't bear it, being robbed of love by others? Then it is better to kill her, and if she dies, it should be mine! ”

Xue Yang frowned deeply, these cliché-sounding sayings are occasionally seen in TV series, "Don't think about what others can't get", but he never thought about what this line meant.

"If there is an emergency, such as when a stalker kidnaps a victim or threatens to die together, I recommend that the police officers who deal with it on the spot learn to respond to the delusions of the other party, ease the stalker's irritability, and then look for an opportunity to take action. In addition, this is a personal request of mine, please understand one thing, don't think that the people who are being followed are celebrities, in fact, the vast majority of stalking incidents happen to ordinary people, maybe your relatives, classmates, or even neighbors. When you receive a request for help from a victim like this, please be patient and give some protection or guidance, these people are likely to suffer from being stalked, spied on or even harmed, but because of the imperfection of the existing laws, there is nowhere to turn for help......"

A policewoman in the seat suddenly raised her hand and interrupted a little embarrassedly, "What kind of tracking counts?" Someone once pretended to be my good friend and added me to WeChat chat, does it count? ”

The woman in front of the stage thought for a while, "Count, if you think about it carefully, how did he know who your good friend was, how did he know your mobile phone number, and how did he be sure that adding your friend in whose name would be passed by you...... That's right, he knows you more than you think. After the meeting, I will arrange for a colleague who is in charge of preliminary preparation to check the security of your phone, computer, and all social network accounts, as well as whether your home has hidden cameras. ”

The woman's words were unhurried, and her voice sounded unmajestic, but the policewoman's face had begun to turn pale, and she suddenly realized how terrifying the reality she had been escaping could be.

"Having said that, do you have any questions?"

Later stalk your beige woman......

"Later, one day she broke into my house, cut all my clothes in the closet except beige, burned a table of food, and said that she would take care of my life from now on...... Of course I called the police, but she wasn't good enough to keep her in jail for long. I couldn't stand the mental pressure that she might still have, quit her job, moved, and even changed her name, but she still found me, she followed me when I went out, she rushed up and scolded me when I was talking to someone, and if I escaped her tracking, she smashed my door and sneaked into my house, slept in my bed, and wore my clothes. I called the police, she fled, and gradually the police couldn't do anything, I couldn't sleep every night, and one day I struggled to get up at night, and saw her face outside the window, looking at me......"

There was a gasp from the seats.

"Finally, with the help of family and friends, I proved her mental problems and put her in a mental hospital. But I always feel that she will still appear, I have never rested in my heart for a moment, I don't go out, I don't comb my hair or wash my face, I check whether the doors and windows are locked dozens of times a day, my husband can't stand me anymore, and decides to divorce and leave me with the children, I went crazy, killed my husband and son in a quiet night, and finally committed suicide, at that moment, I felt really safe......" The woman seemed to be telling a ghost story in a very flat tone, like the end, and it made people question. Someone finally asked, "Is this fiction?" ”

"This is the true story, of course, not mine. My story is very simple, I was born in poverty, and our rural girls didn't study after junior high school, but I had a good life, from high school to undergraduate, there were strangers and well-wishers who donated one-on-one to poverty alleviation, and donated tuition fees to me every semester. I had never met that kind person, and in June of that year, I finally got my undergraduate diploma, and I felt that I could hold my head up and meet the kind person who had donated to me for 7 years, and the first time I saw her was at the funeral of her whole family......" The woman said with a wry smile, "I only learned at the funeral that she used to be a radio host, and I learned about what happened to her from her psychiatrist and family." I thought about it all night that day, and I felt that she had changed my life by donating so much to my tuition, but I couldn't do anything to help. At dawn, I finally figured it out, and I called down the job I had booked, went to graduate school in psychology and law, and then became a counselor in crime tracking. I finally understood that only in the future when others encounter the same situation as her, can I help them back the seven years of tuition she paid for me, so I am standing here today to ask everyone to pay attention to stalking crime and understand the pain of those who are being followed. ”

In the silent conference room, only Xue Yang, who was expressionless, raised his hand, "What is the rule that allows us to catch the stalker as soon as possible......

The woman tilted her head and pondered slightly, "I can't give you the means to investigate, criminal investigation is your profession after all, but I think I can provide you with some ideas." The stalker's thinking is actually very simple, everything in the world is not as important as his satisfaction, what he wants, he must get, his desire to snoop, his desire to touch, his desire to control and own, until these are satisfied, he will try to remove all obstacles in the way. It's like a man's sexual desire, once it arises, if someone blocks it, you will immediately explode into combat power and eradicate the obstructor, right? ”

There was a hehehehe "Suppose a stalker goes to a friend's house of his target and wants to know where the target is, under what circumstances will he leave?"

Almost without thinking, the woman concluded: "Get the information he wants." ”

This may sound so simple to others, but to Xue Yang, it makes people wonder, he always thought that Zhong Jijin left Zeng Ying's house because he couldn't ask anything, and he left stupidly when he saw that Zeng Ying was dying. But if according to this theory, he is willing to leave only after he has gained, which is theoretically reasonable, but what did he get?

Bang - the loud slap of the table startled everyone in the room, and they all turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

Bai Ling stood up stunned, and let out an earth-shattering emotion, "! We're stupid! ”

There was a burst of laughter in the conference room, and even the speakers on the stage laughed and tilted their heads, and anyone who suddenly said such a sentence in a conference room with so many people would be laughed crazy by everyone.

Did you just find out?

Xiaobai, did you forget to take your medicine today?

Bai Ling waved his hand and tried to argue, "Shut up and shut up, Lao Tzu has thought of the key plot to solve the case!" ”

Also the key plot! Hahahaha-In another burst of overwhelming ridicule, Bai Ling was too lazy to say, squeezed out from the rows of seats, and ran back to grab Wang Aiguo in the room within two seconds, "Hurry up, this detective needs you!" Then everyone laughed and leaned back and ran out with Wang Aiguo......

Xue Yang knew that although Bai Ling's thinking was jumping, he didn't go up or down, but according to this excited momentum, maybe he really thought of some key clues, so he also politely said hello and followed.

Bai Ling grabbed Wang Aiguo and just entered the elevator, and the elevator door was stopped by Xue Yang who was chasing him, "What did you think of?" ”

"What the teacher's words! She said that the bastard must have gotten what he wanted, I just thought about what he wanted, from Zeng Ying's mouth, failed, so how can I know where Qian Zixuan is? How did Zeng Ying contact Qian Zixuan? Qian Zixuan hid from using public phone booths everywhere, but Zeng Ying didn't plan to do so......"

Xue Yang quickly picked up his train of thought, "Mobile phone? Zeng Ying's mobile phone was at the scene, and the data in it was ...... Depend on! Xue Yang, who reacted, also burst into a foul mouth in an instant, and in the whirring sound of the elevator, only Wang Aiguo was at a loss, what? What?

Zeng Ying's mobile phone was thrown on the ground at the scene of her death, but not next to the corpse, but far away on the sofa in the living room. At that time, everyone could only sigh that Zhong Dijin's thinking was meticulous and insidious, but they didn't find one of the important things!

The last shutdown time of the mobile phone in the living room was about the same time as Zeng Ying's death. But Zeng Ying's boyfriend Hou Sheng's testimony clearly stated that he called his girlfriend's phone twice during the day the next day, but no one answered.

It's unanswered, not shut down!

The elevator clanged