My name is Xiao Han, and I am a well-known psychoanalyst, and in addition to assisting the police in investigating cases, I am also busy with various psychological and psychological observations and studies of various groups of people.

What I love nothing more than is sitting in my cramped room, lighting a cigarette, and researching the motives of the criminals in old cases and the weird methods they use.

On weekends, it's a different state, and I try to dress up. Then I came to the People's Park not far from the unit, and in the process, I would not only appreciate the bamboo forest in the park, but also play chess with the masters.

In recent days, a young and beautiful female member of our behavior analysis team has arrived, and in order to make her adapt to our work more quickly, I gave her a death order, that is, every day I am familiar with the methods of the criminals in the old cases, just like me.

"Zhuang Xiaoyan! Tomorrow is Saturday remember to relax and relax, don't keep buried in it, it won't do you any good. I instructed.

"Oh! I know! Zhuang Xiaoyan looked at the file seriously and didn't raise his head.

I shook my head and sighed. Then humming the pop songs of the last few days, playing with the newly bought keychain in his right hand, he happily walked out of the office.

In my impression, Zhuang Xiaoyan is a conscientious and beautiful team member, sometimes with a simple ponytail, sometimes with black hair. I like her clear and bright eyes, in my opinion, eyes are the window of the human soul, whether the eyes are bright or not is an important basis for judging a person. The curved willow eyebrows, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, the fair and flawless skin revealed a faint red pink, and the thin lips were delicate like rose petals.

Zhuang Xiaoyan's appearance is indeed rare, since such a beauty came to our group, it has attracted the attention of many young talents in our unit. As soon as they get off work, they will come to see this talented woman with a beautiful national beauty.

Every day, she would hold a cup of freshly brewed coffee and quietly look at the papers in her hand, because for this reason she was often the last to leave the unit.

Monday is the start of a work week, and this day will determine whether the week will be busy or light.

Seventeen:50!

"It's almost six o'clock, and I haven't received any requests for help yet, so it seems that this week is quite easy!" Wang Bin stretched and then said.

I laughed and said nothing, the last thing we wanted to hear, because in my years of experience, there must be something to come.

Five minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door.