After coaxing and deceiving Tannen into the office, Qiu Sushan breathed a sigh of relief. After Lasha invited him to sit down, she spoke:

"T, every team has its own way of doing things. I know you have learned a lot of advanced knowledge from abroad, but it takes time and patience to implement these things into the detective process in Hong Kong. Don't be too anxious, let's take it slowly, okay?

" "What you have learned is exactly what our CID needs. I have also applied to study criminal psychology in the UK. Fang Zhenyue might go with me later. You see, we have come thousands of miles to study, and in the end you actually joined our police force. Isn't this a great thing?"

"Times are advancing, and our police force's methods of investigating cases should also be constantly updated to keep up with the times and technology, which is great.

"You will definitely achieve great things in the Hong Kong Police Force, just keep calm, take your time, take your time."

"Madam Qiu, I want to take it slow, but for this case, I do have some different ways of planning. Although it may be difficult for you to accept, I really think these methods are good, and Team B should consider them. "T frowned, sighed, and couldn't help but said impatiently:

"The person involved, Miss Gu Xiaolan, is in danger of death, but we are here drinking tea..."

Qiu Sushan sighed silently behind Tannen, and gently stretched out her hand to press Tannen's shoulder, with a very obvious soothing meaning.

Tannen looked up at her and saw that her eyes were firm and her smile was full of tenderness. The impatience and resentment in his chest were somewhat resolved.

He seemed to vaguely feel that in Qiu Sushan's territory, even if he was given an equal status by Huang Sir, he still couldn't completely compete with her. Finally, he shut up, drank tea, and asked the female police officer who had just talked so much:

"Did Detective Yi Jiayi also study criminal psychology in the UK?"

Yi Jiayi listened very carefully when he was giving a presentation, and when she expressed her disagreement later, it was obvious that she had studied criminal psychology to some extent.

He had considered the difference between China and the West before, but he was eager to show his ability just now and ignored this point, and she found out.

However, if she returned from studying in the UK, she would look too young.

He was considered to have obtained his diploma very quickly, and he is now 25 years old. Judging from Yi Jiayi's appearance, she is probably only around 20 years old.

He had heard before that there are members in the Hong Kong police force who are under 20 years old. Is Yi Jiayi such a special case?

Qiu Susan just said that she is a genius. Did she skip grades and complete all her studies?

Or... ...The United States has shorter and more refined courses. Did Yi Jiayi actually complete the criminal psychology course in the United States?

Does her current professional status have anything to do with the FBI? You know, the FBI used criminal psychology in the work of solving cases in 1960. Even as early as the 1940s, the Strategic Services Studio in the United States began to conduct psychological profiling on Hitler.

If Yi Jiayi's psychological profiling ability is not low and she is too young, such an unreasonable thing can only come from the United States, which he does not understand...

Qiu Susan did not know that Tannen's thoughts had drifted too far. She smiled and gave Tannen an answer that was beyond his expectations:

"He graduated from our police academy, and Fang Shazhan, the mentor, was transferred from the civilian department. She has been on the job for less than a year, but she is already a popular figure in the police force. The Mr. Huang I saw this morning, is he impressive? At the last celebration meeting, he patted Yi Jiayi's shoulder kindly and almost promoted the policewoman to an inspector.

"You are a very studious young girl. I heard that she is self-studying forensic science, forensic medicine, criminal psychology and criminal investigation. The learning ability of young people should not be underestimated."

Tannen, an expert talent recruited from abroad, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. It seems that Hong Kong is not as backward as he thought before he came back.

There are also many motivated and innovative talents here.

...

After arriving at the Central Police Station, Jiayi went straight to the forensic autopsy room.

The forensic officer at the Central Police Station was older than Mr. Xu and was a calm and taciturn person. Jiayi was not familiar with him and did not dare to ask too directly. She just put on a mask and a hat and walked into the autopsy room.

Fortunately, she did not come here to urge for the report form. The moment she saw the body, she was pulled into the flow image as expected.

At that moment, Jiayi finally let out a long sigh of relief, and her fists, which had been clenched tightly, also relaxed.

The wind on the top of the Hong Kong mountain made the shadows of the trees sway. When the murderer dragged the victim up the hill and returned to the road with great effort, he was already panting with exhaustion.

He kicked Zhao Dongsheng's feet several times in anger, and then pulled up Zhao Dongsheng, whose feet and hands were already weak, and took him back to the car.

He opened the trunk, found the tape, tied up Zhao Dongsheng's mouth and hands and feet, and then pushed him into the trunk. Zhao Dongsheng had already fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

No one was coming and going on Shixun Road. The murderer even stood there and stretched his waist, turned back and kicked off the visible footprints and other information before returning to the car.

The street lights illuminated his car, which was a medium-sized three-compartment taxi.

After returning to the car, the murderer did not immediately take Zhao Dongsheng to Jinshan near Shangkuiyong, but drove the car with an expressionless face, picking up passengers along the way. Only when the passengers needed to put things in the trunk did the driver say that the trunk was broken and could not be loaded, and used this as a prevarication.

When driving, he always puts his right arm on the open window frame, blows the wind, turns the steering wheel, and controls the car to drive to other people's short-distance destinations at the speed he wants.

He never looks back, nor does he look at the passengers too much. He only politely asks the other party basic questions such as destination and whether they are in a hurry. Even when reminding passengers to fasten their seat belts, his tone is gentler than other drivers. He will also smile and ask passengers if they are cold and if they need him to close the window.

Even if he knows that the passengers sitting in the back or sitting in the passenger seat are not looking at him at all, he will still smile. This seems to be a preset procedure for him: when communicating with passengers, don't forget to smile, be polite, be gentle, and don't be aggressive at all.

Perhaps because of this, passengers who have ridden in his car have never had conflicts with him, even if the passengers are angry when they get on the car, or keep urging him to drive faster because they are in a hurry. He will also try his best to meet the passengers' requests. Even if he is blamed for not being able to meet the requirements, he will sincerely apologize.

Don't hit a smiling person. Who would not like a kind, respectful, and steady driver?

The car is running on the night road. Every few meters, there is an angle where the neon lights can illuminate the driver's face.

His short side-parted hair was neatly combed, his beard was shaved cleanly, and he even wore a neatly ironed white shirt under his jacket. Even though no one had ever really paid attention to him, he still dressed himself up, as if he was ready to go on a date at any time.

No one would have thought that such a person would be a murderer.

Those passengers who took this taxi that night could not have imagined that behind them was a wealthy man who was about to die from excessive blood loss.

Jiayi just watched him pick up one passenger after another, from the Hung Hom Stadium to To Kwa Wan, from Kowloon City to Yau Ma Tei...

I don't know whether to admire the murderer's strong psychological quality or comment on his inhumanity.

The murderer never showed any inappropriate emotions, as if he was not worried about the victim being discovered.

Even though he often showed different expressions on his face, Jiayi could not feel that these expressions carried any emotions.

Jiayi seriously suspected that he was a patient with no sympathy, abnormal emotions, and a smart patient who pretended to be very good in this city.

The murderer drove Zhao Dongsheng around the city until late at night, and then quietly sneaked into Shangkuiyong.

At the foot of Jinshan Mountain, he opened the trunk, faced Zhao Dongsheng who was curled up inside, and stared at him in silence for a long time.

The shadows of the trees at the foot of the dark mountain were thick, the sky and the earth were immersed in the night mist, and the hazy moonlight made his figure blurred. The slightly bent body was stiff facing the trunk for a long time. I don't know if he was admiring his trophy or waiting for the living to become a corpse.

When Jiayi thought of this, she felt that the vaguely outlined shape was like a ghost.