Chapter 20
This time, not only was there silence on the other end of the phone, but all the detectives in the Beihai Criminal Police Team office who were listening to the external speakers were also silent.
What an explosive statement!
While everyone was silent, Gu Beizhi was the first to break the awkward atmosphere.
He chuckled, "Heh."
Sandwiched between the two calls, Shen Dihao said impatiently, "Tell me, who are you?"
The calmness on the other side revealed a sternness, as if she felt that Shen Dihao could recognize her voice, she repeated: “It’s me.”
Shen Dihao was silent for a while.
Just when everyone thought he was about to recognize this "familiar person", he said, "Fuck you."
When Shen Dihao was a criminal police officer, he would restrain himself for the sake of his image. Since he resigned, he has completely let himself go: "Your voice is so hoarse that it feels frosted. You want me to guess? I really think profilers can communicate with spirits."
The other party couldn't believe it. He was talking to himself: "Huh?"
"Don't keep saying 'hmm' and 'hmm'. Nothing to do. I'm hanging up now. I'm busy looking for my boss." After saying that, without waiting for the other party to speak, Shen Dihao hung up the phone directly. "Every day, I can't do anything of my own. I just help some messy people draw."
One of the messy people——Gu Beizhi.
Gu Beizhi smiled calmly.
After dealing with the narcissistic "acquaintance" on the other side, Shen Dihao saw that the phone that was talking to Gu Beizhi was still flashing the call interface.
He then turned to Gu Beizhi on the other side and said, "Anything else?"
Gu Beizhi didn't care and said with a smile: "It's okay, draw the portrait for me as soon as possible."
"Don't worry," Shen Dihao assured, "It won't delay your use. I'll give it to you in five minutes."
After that, he asked worriedly, "You won't give me even five minutes, will you?"
Gu Beizhi: "Of course not, I'll wait for your news."
Shen Dihao was also righteous: "Okay."
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On the other side, "Lin Anyu" standing in the public telephone booth was completely messy.
She used the last coin she had and called a pay phone to the person she considered her best comrade-in-arms, intending to ask him to help draw a portrait and submit it to the police station.
As a result, he hung up the phone directly and threatened that he was busy looking for her?
Is he okay?
Now, she couldn't unlock the password of the mobile phone in her pocket, and she didn't have a penny on her. It was unrealistic to call Shen Dihao again. She was not familiar with the roads in Zecheng.
The only available means of transportation was the pink Old Man Car with a cartoon cat on it.
A completely dead start.
How can she catch someone?
If she had known earlier, she should have given the fight to her beloved apprentice. At least Jiang Aichen would not be like that idiot Shen Dihao, whose other skills, except for portrait painting, were just above the passing line.
"Lin Anyu" walked to the intersection and was about to stop a taxi when a traffic policeman wearing a uniform with green fluorescent stripes came over.
He asked in confusion: "Lin Anyu, why are you here? Were you driven to the traffic police team by Captain Jiang again?"
There was no one around, so he should be talking to himself.
There were still 45 minutes until 12:30. Lin Anyu didn't have time to wonder why he had mistaken himself for someone else. "Do you have a motorcycle?"
"Yes." The traffic policeman was stunned by Lin Anyu's question.
"Where?"
The traffic policeman pointed to the police car parked on the roadside not far away.
Lin Anyu: "Borrow the police car."
It would be even more dangerous if we delayed any further and waited until the murderer boarded the plane.
Although the traffic policeman didn't understand what she meant, he thought that she must have a reason for giving him the order.
Who made her the famously good-tempered Lin Anyu?
Is there anyone in their traffic police team who has not been helped by her?
Just borrow a police car, easy!
The traffic policeman stepped into the front driver's seat and said, "I'll take you wherever you want to go."
"Sit in the back."
The traffic police: “Hmm?”
"We are in a hurry. Sit in the back and I will explain later."
The traffic policeman was a little slow to react and nodded blankly: "Oh...oh...OK."
After saying that, he carefully moved back and sat in the back.
"Lin Anyu" handed him one of the helmets in front of him and put the other on himself: "You know how to get to the airport, right?"
"I know." said the traffic policeman.
"Directing from behind."
The traffic policeman replied in a daze: "Okay."
"Lin Anyu" got into the car diagonally, adjusted the rearview mirrors on both sides very skillfully, and wiped them with gloves until there was no trace of fog on the surface.
The traffic policeman stuck his head out and asked curiously, "Lin Anyu, have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?"
Lin Anyu replied: "Yes, I have ridden it a few times."
"How many times?" The traffic policeman was a little panicked.
Then he didn't dare let her take him to the airport.
The traffic policeman politely refused: "You can sit in the back, I can ride faster."
"Sit down." Lin Anyu said without allowing any room for refusal.
"Oh... okay." The traffic policeman held the handle behind him tightly.
After checking the operating table, Lin Anyu stroked the windshield on his helmet with one hand.
Then bend your waist and gently twist the handlebars.
Immediately, the traffic police car rushed out with a "swoosh".
The traffic policeman was so frightened that he immediately straightened his body backwards.
Feeling the strong wind whistling in his ears, the traffic policeman who was sitting in the back seat for the first time felt like his heart was about to stop.
"Speeding...speeding..."
Lin Anyu didn't say anything, but glanced at the speedometer in front of him.
It is basically stable within the driving range of urban streets.
There was no so-called speeding. She gradually increased her speed until she reached the national highway outside the city.
Driving all the way to the airport, Lin Anyu got out of the car, took off his helmet neatly, and fastened it to the rearview mirror.
Seeing the traffic policeman behind her looking frightened, she couldn't help but find it funny.
She gently stroked the traffic policeman's shoulder and told him, "Remember to rest."
After saying that, without waiting for the traffic policeman to react, he ran to the airport lobby.
The traffic policeman was left alone, staring at her back in a daze.
Why did he feel that she was different from before?
It seems like there is a more handsome temperament...
But this kind of temperament doesn't seem bad...
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In the Beihai Criminal Police Team meeting room, Jiang Aichen, who had arranged everything, walked up to Gu Beizhi and asked, "Is it ready?"
"Okay," Gu Beizhi sent a few photos to a group via his mobile phone.
While Jiang Aichen and Jiang Nan were checking, Gu Beizhi said, "These faces have too many similarities, and the facial features are not inconsistent when put together. So, the portrait artist put together a few that he thought were more pleasing to the eye."
Jiang Nan looked at the lifelike painting on his phone and couldn't help but be shocked. He exclaimed, "This is too amazing. Are these all made up of those three faces?"
"Yes." Gu Beizhi answered quickly.
Jiang Nan asked in surprise: "Then is Song Luo even more powerful?"
"That's not the case," Gu Beizhi explained patiently, "Song Luo did learn portrait painting before, but because she had no painting foundation since she was a child, the portraits she drew could not be understood by anyone except professional portrait artists. Every time she drew a portrait of the murderer, she needed Di Hao to "translate" it."
The more he talked, the more Gu Beizhi's thoughts seemed to drift away. He said, "Song Luo has a bad temper. In the past, when Shen Dihao's "translation" was wrong, she would jump up and sometimes chase Dihao and beat him. When she was abroad, she and Dihao had the best relationship."
Because their personalities are the most similar.
In the past, they always gathered together to discuss that if she had lived in a stable family like Shen Dihao since childhood, perhaps, she would have the same temperament as Shen Dihao.
"This person needs to be checked." Jiang Aichen placed the phone flat in front of Gu Beizhi.
Gu Beizhi stretched his head to take a look and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Um."
After gathering everyone, Jiang Nan printed out the photos. He pointed at the whiteboard and said, "He Miao, from Longcheng, 23 years old, unemployed, was found hanged at home a year ago. Like Tang Shuang and the others, she committed suicide by hanging herself with a hemp rope. I heard that she had a boyfriend at the time, named Qiu Huaran. Qiu Huaran is now a hypnotist, specializing in helping people with mental stress to relieve stress through hypnosis. His hypnosis center is called [Dongguan Hypnosis Center], and it is located at the south gate of Beihai University."
Jiang Nan paused for a moment and added, "Beihai University is the school where the second victim, Wang Lin, studied."
Gu Beizhi thought about it for a while: "Killing people nearby does fit the murderer's psychological profile of lack of sense of security."
"What else?" Gu Beizhi continued to ask.
There was silence all around.
After a while, Jiang Nan coughed and replied, "Besides that, no clues have been found that connect Qiu Huaran and the other two dead."
"Not only that, the connection between Qiu Huaran and the second deceased is second only to the connection between the school and the hypnosis center."
Gu Beizhi didn't say anything.
Jiang Aichen said: "I just went there once yesterday."
Gu Beizhi took some time to think and asked, "What did you find?"
Jiang Aichen: "Nothing was found. The only useful clue was that he put the photo of him and He Miao on the bookshelf."
As soon as he finished speaking, his mind unconsciously recalled what Lin Anyu had said yesterday.
Lin Anyu: "Nothing, I just feel that your standards for choosing a partner have always been quite stable."
A female voice: "Longcheng, Huaran said that traveling is the most important way to quickly test whether two people's personalities are suitable, so before we decide to get married, we will travel and learn about each other first."
Lin Anyu: "48 hours. It's not the time I set for solving the case, but the time the murderer needs to re-plan after his murder plan is disrupted."
The mate selection criteria are stable...
Airline tickets...
Dragon City...
not good.
Jiang Aichen immediately stood up and ordered without further ado, "Everyone, Jiang Nan, go apply for a search warrant. I will lead one team to look for evidence at the Dongguan Hypnosis Center. The other team, led by Gu Beizhi, will go to the airport to arrest people."
After saying that, he did not forget to remind Gu Beizhi beside him: "You must not let Qiu Huaran get on the plane, because he has a target, that is his girlfriend."
Gu Beizhi, who was still sorting out his thoughts, smiled faintly.
Although, he did not understand Jiang Aichen's actual ability to solve cases, and he did not understand why he was so confident in his reasoning.
But he knew that Jiang Aichen was the only disciple Song Luo had brought up.
During the time she was away, he was willing to believe this - the only little disciple that Song Luo had "trained".
"Okay," Gu Beizhi agreed readily, "No criminal has ever escaped from my hands."
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