Sakaki Makoto would never use profiling unless it was absolutely necessary.
In his previous life, every time he used profiling, he had to rest for ten days or half a month and receive psychological counseling.
But since arriving in Tokyo, he has used profiling five or six times in just half a month.
Every time he finished a profiling, he would feel a splitting headache and almost collapse.
Because his profiling method is to put himself in the shoes of the criminal and become him, repeating the crime process with the criminal's mentality.
And this process is destined to be bloody and crazy.
He had to drive the prisoner's consciousness out of his brain.
Can....
It's like when you drink a sip of vinegar. No matter how many times you rinse your mouth afterwards, your brain will remember the sour taste and it will never go away.
The same is true of the prisoners' ideology.
Only time can gradually erase the traces.
But this process is long, so long that...
Many criminal profilers fall off the single-plank bridge into darkness, and there is no end to it.
Sakaki Makoto has discovered that he has become very easily excited recently.
He also tried his best to avoid using profiling.
But there were so many cases that he was overwhelmed.
Sometimes he would wonder why there were so many murders in Beika Town.
If the method of becoming smaller is Pandora's box that makes the world crazy.
Then the profile is the music of the piano that makes him dance by the Yellow Spring River.
The only difference between the two is the target audience.
Fortunately, he was still able to suppress the evil voice in his heart.
Sakaki Makoto stood behind the corpse, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again!
Profile fully open!
Gray fog filled the surroundings.
Reach out....and push away the grey fog.
The scene before his eyes changed.
Nobuyuki Sugo sat at the table, crying bitterly, begging not to shoot, and putting food into his mouth tremblingly.
From behind, a black pistol was pressed tightly against Nobuyuki Sugo's head, his eyes were cold, and he was not shaken at all by his plea.
"Male, Japanese..."
In the eyes of others, Sakaki Makoto closed his eyes, veins bulged on his forehead, and whispered something from his mouth.
"Brother Sakaki Makoto, what did you say?"
Megure Jusan was stunned and reached out to pat Sakaki Makoto on the shoulder.
"Don't wake him!"
Conan looked at Sakaki Makoto in shock, stopped Megure Jusan's action, and said quickly:
"Brother Sakaki Makoto is... doing a profile."
“This is incredible!”
"Write down what he said!"
Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi took out paper and pen at the same time. Ayumi and the others were infected by the tense atmosphere and stood there not daring to move.
Sakaki Makoto's face became paler and paler, and he could hear his mumbling voice:
"Between twenty-five and forty-five years old, of average build..."
“Very wealthy...lives in a luxurious apartment....”
"I like to wear a black coat... and a hat on my head..."
"There are no cigarette butts in the room. He doesn't smoke... He likes to drink strong liquor..."
"He has a violent temper, a history of mental illness, and has been in prison..."
“There is only 711 and Family Mart near my residence...”
"After committing the crime, he stayed in the room for a while..."
Suddenly, Sakaki Makoto opened his eyes abruptly, raised his hand and pointed at the cabinet in the corner. His pale face was devoid of any color, and his voice was trembling a little:
"Pull it open!"
Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako immediately rushed forward, dragged out the cabinet embedded in the wall, and took out the...
A letter.
When I opened the envelope, I saw an English word written in blood:
Gluttony.
Seeing that word, Sakaki Makoto felt relieved, suddenly fell to the ground and smiled:
"really..."
"This is a crazy Christian..."
"He is imitating the murder methods in Seven Deadly Sins!"
All eyes of disbelief were fixed on Sakaki Makoto. No one had expected that Sakaki Makoto could find the traces left by the criminal so easily.
He even stood there without moving!
"Are you okay?"
Conan asked in a low voice.
"Something's going on."
Sakaki Makoto rolled his eyes at him:
"I brought you here to ask for your help, so you should at least do something!"
Conan looked at him with a smile:
"Hey, hey, hey, have we been here for 30 minutes?"
"At least give me some time!"
Sakaki Makoto was about to say something, but was interrupted by Sato Miwako's voice, which was trembling with panic:
“There are words on the back!”
Miwako Sato read out the message left by the criminal:
"When you see these words, the sacrifice has already begun."
"The Lord will punish anyone who sins!"
"A little tip: my next target is that arrogant woman."
"Amen."
"He actually regarded killing as a sacrifice?!"
Miwako Sato opened her eyes wide:
"What a lunatic!"
The prisoner's next target was the arrogant woman.
Sakaki Makoto and Conan looked at each other, somewhat confused.
It’s not that we can’t think of it, but there are too many targets.
In the whole of Tokyo, there are at least a million arrogant women, if not a hundred million.
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Where can you find it?
"Could it be..."
Takagi Wataru said in doubt:
"Is he talking about Miss Okino Yoko?"
Sakaki Makoto frowned slightly:
"Why do you say Okino Yoko?"
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