Xu Ling's voice was soft, like spring rain seeping into the land, silently wet.

"Being missing doesn't have to be dead."

The tense muscles on the man's face trembled: "No, no, the police have already ruled her dead." ”

"Do you like to watch Hong Kong criminal investigation dramas?" Xu Ling's sudden words briefly diverted the person's attention, and he was obviously stunned, looking at Xu Ling's gentle eyes.

Subconsciously, he nodded.

"Do you like to guess who the murderer is when you watch criminal investigation dramas?"

The man nodded again.

Xu Ling's voice was very soft, slow, and warm: "Did you guess right?" ”

"Sometimes you can guess correctly, but sometimes you can't guess, the murderer is too deep to be seen." Although I don't know why I asked the question, the man answered anyway.

Xu Ling smiled lightly, the girl's soft and soft voice sounded in the night, and even the wind softened: "So you see, even the TV series will have a big reversal, not to mention life, it's just missing, and the body hasn't been found, isn't it, that girl may just finally return home." ”

The man was a little stunned: "So it's not a ghost?" ”

Xu Ling replied affirmatively: "Of course not." ”

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Ling stood up and walked towards me, but he didn't take two steps before he was stopped by the man.

"Thank you."

Xu Ling shook his head and said that it was not a big deal, I heard the melon-eating crowd around me saying: "This beauty is awesome, and the hand just now is more handsome than in the TV series." ”

I childishly straightened my back, with honor.

After Xu Ling accepted the thanks, he changed his attention to leave immediately, and squatted down in front of the person again: "Do you usually throw garbage?" ”

"Throw it."

"Well, imagine that you see a badly written piece of paper with a mess of colors on it, which you have drawn with a pen in your irritation, and you hold the pen tightly and keep writing."

I've seen similar images many times, but it's still shocking to see it again.

The man was slightly distracted, and the crowd of onlookers involuntarily quieted down, and the chaotic sound of the snack street became the background, as if the sound of oil pouring into a hot pot and splashing could be heard, and the sound of a shovel scraping the iron pot to fill the food.

My gaze fell on the man's naturally drooping hand, his fingers trembling slightly, his fingertips moving wonderfully, as if he was really scratching a piece of paper hard, venting his emotions.

"Now you put down the pen and slowly knead the paper, and you feel that there are a lot of things in it, so you knead it very carefully and carefully, and slowly knead the ......"

"Now you fantasize about raising your hand and lifting that ball of paper high, high above your shoulder, and up."

With the sound of the indication, the man really clenched his fist and slowly raised his arm.

"Throw the paper ball out with all your might. You see it being thrown high and flying far away, flying over the streets, into the clouds, it flies and is never seen again. ”

The man leaned back slightly, his gaze past the crowd, over the brightly lit streets, into the endless night.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Ling gently patted the man's shoulder, and his body shook violently and turned his head.

"Are you feeling better?" Xu Ling asked with a smile.

The man nodded busily.

Xu Ling's face was calm, the corners of his mouth were hidden with a smile, and his eyes were as clear as the snow melting in the early spring of the high mountains.

"It's all gone." Xu Ling stood up and walked closer to me.

The crowd automatically parted and let her pass.

"Let's go." Xu Ling's head fell, and a strand of hair fell mischievously and rested on the side of her smooth face.

"Thank you...... Thank you so much! Behind him came a loud shout of thanks.

Xu Ling didn't look back, waved his hand back, and his posture was dashing.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and it was just a small episode that happened over countless nights.

We walked in the crowd, passing by people who had just gotten off work in a hurry, and there were also people pacing leisurely, and there were people with wine on their faces, their faces were flushed, and they bragged loudly to their friends with their throats.

"It wasn't hypnosis just now." Xu Ling's voice was the same as her eyes, like a babbling stream.

I said, "I know that it's just a treatment method used by psychotherapists to help people get rid of some horrible memories and reduce the stress in their hearts." ”

I remembered the man's face just now, and his tense shoulders relaxed invisibly before we left.

I laughed.

"Laughing at what?" Xu Ling was a little puzzled.

"Have you always been so thoughtful?" I wanted to go to the slender figure that had just run behind me without hesitation: "Watching on the street also mentioned a psychotherapy. ”

"I'm a police officer." Xu Ling's answer was particularly reasonable: "Although I am different from your front-line position, I am still a police officer." ”

Yes, we are all police officers, I feel a little emotional, unconsciously I have changed from an ordinary person to a police consultant, since I came into contact with the first case, countless things have happened during the period.

I thought it was just an inconsequential episode, just as I thought the conversation with Xu Ling that day was just a relaxed chat between two colleagues, and then when things erupted, I thought of what she said more than once.

"Criminals are born, and if you take a CT scan of the brain of a condemned prisoner who has committed the most heinous crimes and an ordinary person, and compare them together, you will find that the two are different."

"Some criminals feel that they commit crimes because they are sick, so they feel that the existing social order and legal morality are not fair to them."

The words of conciliation at the time were later recalled as prophecy.

Next, I really lived a period of unhurried days, Wang Qiuyue was transferred by the anti-drug department to give a lecture to the recruit Guazi, about her life as an undercover agent at that time.

When Lin Yi hurriedly ran in that day, I was helping my colleague analyze a letter from a junior high school girl after she ran away from home.

"Is it possible that there is a kidnapping? Her family's financial conditions are very good, and her parents are very suspicious that she did not leave voluntarily. A colleague asked.

I scratched a line under one of the lines of the letter with my fingernails: "'I feel very hard and I want to leave this place. All the words are in the first person, the self-awareness is very strong, and I don't think she was forced. Has the handwriting been tested? ”

"It's been identified, and it's confirmed to be her own handwriting."

"If she had been forced to write this letter, her handwriting would have been messy, but I don't see that in it, so I think at least this letter was written by herself subjectively and consciously ......"