Not a cripple?

Song Chuan's judgment greatly surprised everyone, but none of the people here are stupid people, any one of them is a person who has been on the battlefield for a long time, Chen Jianbin as the leader of the detachment has solved many major cases, Wang Tao has also participated in the preparation of many task forces, in the face of Song Chuan's judgment, he will naturally not immediately refute it.

"Song Chuan, do you mean that the other party is deliberately on crutches to divert our investigation?"

Chen Jianbin 's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and the others also looked at Song Chuan in some surprise, expecting his explanation.

Song Chuan nodded and shook his head: "This is just a speculation, I'm not sure whether the other party wants to simply hide himself or blame a certain target person, but psychologically speaking, most people with physical disabilities will have a certain degree of inferiority, and it is difficult to have extreme self-confidence." ”

"Of course, these are just psychological profiles, and there may be errors with the actual situation, mainly because there are too few clues to make more specific and detailed analysis and judgment."

This is different from the crime scene in the morning, all traces of the murder scene are realistic, so after Song Chuan loaded the super criminal police experience card, he was able to simulate extremely real data in front of him, except for the appearance of the other party, other judgments were extremely accurate.

What Song Chuan is doing now is actually mainly a kind of psychological profile, paying more attention to psychological analysis, and whether it is accurate or not is probable.

Chen Jianbin raised his hand and looked at his watch, and the time was already 10:28 in the evening.

Chen Jianbin looked serious again, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythmic percussion sound mixed with the intermittent rain and fog outside the window, and everyone waited with bated breath for the criminal investigation team leader to make a final judgment.

Although Song Chuan's analysis is thorough and reasonable, the final decision still has to be made by Chen Jianbin as the detachment leader, and after a moment of silence, Chen Jianbin glanced at everyone: "Song Chuan's analysis is very reasonable, I agree with his opinion, we really can't rely on just a cane to determine that the other party is disabled, this is likely to be the other party's means to confuse us." ”

After Chen Jianbin finished speaking, he looked at Sun Baoqiang: "Baoqiang, you and Lijun go to contact Zhao Guangming, and focus on understanding whether there are any people who are similar to Song Chuan's psychological profiling suspect among the people Zhao Guangming." ”

"Understood, and Zhao Guangming's side should tell him the truth?"

Chen Jianbin was not arbitrary, and looked around with his chin in his right hand: "What about everyone's opinions?" ”

Wang Tao was the first to speak: "I think we should tell him that if this so-called RAGUEL is really not a prank, and as Song Chuan analyzed, then this Zhao Guangming has a high probability of having a grudge against the other party, and telling him the truth is conducive to us finding the sender behind it." ”

Xia Dong nodded and agreed with Wang Tao's opinion: "I agree with Wang Tao's opinion, the time given by the other party in the text message is to kill Zhao Guangming from 0:00 to 24:00 tomorrow, which means that we have to keep Zhao Guangming here for 24 hours, and if we don't give him a convincing reason for such a long time, it is easy to have problems." ”

"I agree."

"I agree."

"I agree."

Sun Baoqiang, Zhang Lijun and Song Chuan successively expressed their positions.

"Okay, I also agree with everyone's opinions, Baoqiang, you will follow up."

……

In the gloomy Gongmi Alley, the sound of raindrops hitting the tarp became more and more urgent, the gust of wind whined and whimpered, sharp and piercing like a ghost's howl, in the dimly lit room of the faceling, Sun Haining stood on crutches at the door, and took out a booklet with wrinkled edges from his arms with his right hand.

"Heping, this person was a purchaser in the factory that year, and he didn't participate in the firefighting that night, you can see if you have any impression."

Sun Haining pointed to the names in the book and took out another photo: "After the woolen mill closed down, many materials were lost, and only a piece of ruins was left in the dormitory that was burned down that year, and there are really not many clues." ”

The Faceless Man stretched out his right hand hidden in his sleeve, and took the book in Sun Haining's hand tremblingly, and by the dim candlelight, he could vaguely see the green tendons on the back of his hand bulging, and his skin was covered with hollows, and the bright red muscles inside twitched irregularly, like ghost claws crawling out of the abyss of hell.

"What can I remember?"

The faceling's words made Sun Haining's expression suddenly freeze, yes, what impression could he have, back then, he just caught a glimpse of a disappearing back in the corner of the wall in the dark night.

But Sun Haining didn't give up, although he only had a back, but at least he could know whether the person was fat or thin, and after handing over the manual, Sun Haining took out another photo: "Take a look, even if it's not for my leg, not for your burns...... For the sake of Su Fang...... Recognize it. ”

Su Fang?

The dark red flesh tendons twitched under the faceling's terrifying and distorted face, and a fierce cold light erupted in his single eye, staring at Sun Haining, the blood-colored tooth bed trembled up and down and made a clicking sound, mixing with the autumn rain whistling outside the wooden door, Sun Haining had a chill down his spine, and resisted the urge to turn his head and run away and looked at the faceless man: "Old comrade-in-arms, take a look." ”

The word comrade-in-arms seemed to recall the memories in the Facelings' hearts, and the evil aura in their eyes disintegrated like frost, and the Facelings took the roster and photos and let out a long breath, but because the skin on the cheeks dissolved, the uncontrollable sound of air leaking was terrifying.

After glancing at the names on the roster, the Faceling took the photo and looked closely, a man standing next to a taxi, with his back to the photographer and could not see his face clearly, only his back.

"I know this person, he was a purchaser in the factory back then, it shouldn't be him, the back of that person was taller than him, and he was much thinner...... Although so many years have passed, fat and thin are easy to change, but height cannot change. ”

Although the faceling's voice was sad, the tone was full of affirmation, Sun Haining's eyes could not hide the look of disappointment, the faceling handed the photo back to the other party, and the sound of the friction of porcelain tiles made people tremble a little: "Can we really find him?" ”

Can you really find it?

Sun Haining was stunned, yes, sixteen years, he has been running around for sixteen years, but he still has nothing.

However, that is his own sister, if it were not for the person back then, his sister may not have been buried in the fire, his brother-in-law, Zhang Heping, the comrade-in-arms in front of him who is like a hellish ghost, will not become like this, and he will not become a cripple and leave the front line of battle.

"Don't find him...... I'm not reconciled. ”

"But that person may have been involved in fighting fires back then, and there were so many people in the textile factory, where to find them?"

"As long as I live, I will look for it wherever I go!"

Sun Haining's voice was not loud, but it was full of resolute affirmation and doubt, taking the roster and photos, Sun Haining inadvertently stuffed an envelope under the dirty bed, took the crutches by the door and pushed open the wooden door, the cold autumn rain was used to the cold wind into Sun Haining's collar, just like the cold in his heart: "I'll go first, I'll come to you again with other news." ”

Zhang Heping hid in the darkness of the hut, looking at his old comrade-in-arms who disappeared into the rainy night with one eye, and his own brother who had died of his wife, muttering to himself: "It's almost ...... It's almost ...... It's almost over......"