"Typhoon Shelter" was not originally the name of a chain store. It was just a place where citizens could cool off on the embankment.

Later, it developed into a high-end seaside dining and entertainment venue.

There are many large and small boats moored there, with sails swaying in the wind and hunting sounds. It is a sea-based Kowloon Walled City that makes people on the shore curious.

There is a glamorous world of decadence and revelry in the Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter. There are singing girls, rich people spending huge sums of money, and the most lively seafood delivered directly from the sea.

In the early morning, the place is still sleeping, which is completely different from the night lights and feasting. There are messes that need to be cleaned, dust and stains exposed to the sun...

The helpers who prepare the food, like before, have dark circles under their eyes from staying up late, and they cheer up to meet the delivery truck coming directly from the dock.

Baskets of fresh goods are brought into the kitchen and placed in various clever ways to keep them fresh until they are cooked and put into the oil pan.

The seafood is heavy, and I can't help but shout when I move it, to cheer myself up. When several people shout together, it seems particularly lively.

The fishy smell is everywhere, and the helpers only need to smell it to know that the ingredients are fresh, so the fishy smell is not bad.

Before settling the bill, a waiter fiddled with the seafood basket as usual to make sure there was nothing there to fill the basket.

"Huh?" The waiter suddenly picked up something, frowned, and turned his wrist to examine it.

Everyone looked over curiously because of his "huh", but they saw his face suddenly changed color, and he screamed and threw the thing in his hand back into the seafood basket.

The seafood seller was afraid that his seafood would be rejected, so he thought there was nothing there to fill the basket, so he walked over to pick up the thing to see what it was.

The frightened assistant chef shouted: "Don't take it! That-that's a finger..."

The seafood vendor's outstretched hand suddenly retracted, and after a closer look, it was indeed a finger-

or a long and thick broken finger with all the fingerprints worn out.

...

...

Today, the highest temperature in Hong Kong is 19 degrees, the sun is bright, and it is neither cold nor hot, so comfortable.

Wu Xiaoyu took the Dingdang car from Yau Ma Tei to Kowloon, feeling the world from prosperity and compactness to old and trivial.

In recent years, this city suddenly couldn't stand the absurdity of Kowloon Walled City, so it started to demolish the walled city and build a park.

Those strange wooden ladders that led to unknown houses were smashed, the dark rooms that hid countless rat nests were hollowed out, and even the dried corpses that had been buried for who knows how long were exposed to the sun, but none of the old neighbors could tell who the dead person was... But

it is not so easy to demolish an old world that has been inhabited by who knows how many generations.

The hammers and bulldozers have to break through from one corner, pushing and demolishing while fighting, occasionally being forced to stop work, and suddenly starting with a knife and an axe... After a long time of demolition, only half of it was demolished. There are still many residents who hear the rumbling sound approaching every day, and still have children in their homes in the walled city as usual. As long as the demolition does not reach their doorstep, they can live their lives as usual.

Wu Xiaoyu was born in the Walled City. Every day after school, she had to pass through other people's houses to get home. Occasionally, she would meet an old man from another family who had just finished using the toilet. When he saw her, he would touch her with his right hand that had just wiped her buttocks, and then run back to her own home. She could still hear the old man's obscene laughter.

It was a place where you could alarm your neighbors if you farted at home. If the neighbor next door beat his child, dozens of neighbors would pop up around to persuade them to stop fighting.

Wu Xiaoyu walked through the alleys made of demolished waste wood, avoiding the rusty iron nails on the wooden boards, and returned to the pigsty-like house that she had long wanted to get rid of.

When I joined the group, I saw my grandmother, who was over 70 years old, bringing a clay pot of water back from outside. She hurried over to help, holding the clay pot in her hands, bypassing the twists and turns, avoiding the debris, and placing the clay pot on the stove.

My eyes suddenly fell on the outside of the clay pot where she was holding her hands, leaving a dark red fingerprint there.

The grandmother walked over and turned on the stove with a click without knowing it. The blue flame rose and instantly burned the dark red fingerprint into a ball of black ash.

Wu Xiaoyu pursed his lips, ignored the grandmother's nagging, turned around and went to the bathroom, which was still smelly no matter how well it was cleaned, turned on the faucet, and carefully washed off the blood stains on his hands.

At night, in the undemolished area of ​​Kowloon Walled City, people burn paper money at the alley every day.

Today, Wu Xiaoyu also brought a small basin to burn paper ingots and big hell bills. There was also a blood-stained raincoat and a torn rubber glove, which was pressed under the paper money and was the first to be burned to ashes.

She raised her head and looked into the distance, thinking that she could see the high-rise buildings in Yau Ma Tei, but her sight was blocked by the eaves and houses that were scattered all over the place, and even the starry sky was difficult to see.

But she knew in her heart that there were many single-family houses of hundreds of feet in that direction.

Having a house to herself was something she had thought about day and night since she was a child. People who have independent space since birth cannot understand how strong the desire of a child like her, who has been squeezed into a space of dozens of feet with several generations and lived like a mouse since she was a child, is.

It was a desire like burning blood, an expectation like cracking teeth, and an extreme obsession that even a mighty host would be defeated.

The wind blew up the pieces of paper ash in the small basin, covering the emotions still burning in her eyes.

It was late at night, and when the sun rises tomorrow, someone will find the bodies and call the police.

Find them, find them quickly...

...

...

When the agents of Group B rushed out of the office, Group A happened to be dispatched as well. As the end of the year was approaching, all the contradictions in the world seemed to have erupted, and CID had no time to rest and breathe.

Canton Road in Yau Tsim Mong District is decorated with lights and colors. The Canton Road Association, which consists of New World Plaza and Suncity Plaza, has made preparations for the New Year. Floats are ready, colorful lights are everywhere, and red decorations are on trees and houses. They are just waiting for the auspicious time to arrive, and then there will be a parade of floats that is more lively and impressive than in previous years.

Police cars passed through these festive reds, making a series of untimely sounds of "v5v5".

The first phase of Great Golden Glory is a newly built community. Each residential building is so tall that it seems that only one building is enough to accommodate all the residents of Tsim Sha Tsui.

The ambition is great and the price is not cheap.

At the beginning of the year, the sales reached a daunting figure, and at the end of the year, it rose even more. As a result, many people who had started saving money to buy a house by viewing and booking a house at the beginning of the year finally saved enough money, but when they came to buy a house at the end of the year, they found that the figures had changed and they could not afford it anymore

. People who want to live in a prosperous house are like donkeys chasing carrots. The food is right in front of them, but they will never catch it no matter how hard they try.

When Yi Jiayi walked into the community with the detectives of Team B and the colleagues of the Forensic Department, even the security guards had a bitter face.

"...Now that something like this has happened, a good house has become a haunted house. If the housing market in this community is affected, my salary will also be reduced..."

The security guard pointed the way to Yi Jiayi and others, and couldn't help but sigh with the detective.

Sanfu patted the security guard's shoulder, turned around and caught up with Yi Jiayi and others. Not far in the direction pointed by the security guard, they saw the building.

When selling the house, Wei Li Jinhui had put up a sign that said "You can overlook Victoria Harbor from a distance". Now looking up... maybe it really is.

"The cleaning lady found it when she came to clean the corridor in the morning. The door of the house was not locked, and the Filipino maid of the resident of Unit B was lying at the door. There were other bodies in the house. I was the only one who went in wearing shoe covers to avoid the bloodstains. I checked and found four bodies, but no survivors... In order to protect the scene, we didn't dare to go in after we arrived,"

the uniformed police officer in charge of setting up the cordon to protect the crime scene reported to Yi Jiayi while accompanying her to the elevator entrance.

"Please pull up the cordon. No one is allowed to enter except the residents of this building." Jiayi explained to the uniformed police officer and left Liu Jiaming:

"Brother Jiaming, ask the watchman to record a statement to see if there are any suspicious people coming in and out in the past few days."

...

The elevator went up, and everyone was silent.

With a ding, the elevator door slowly opened, and diagonally opposite was Unit B on the 12th floor.

The door of Unit B was only six steps away from the elevator entrance, and everyone could see the body of the Filipino maid lying at the door without stepping out of the elevator - the dead woman's ponytail was slightly messy, and she was face down in a pool of blood.

After the uniformed police guarding this floor saw Jiayi and others, his eyes swept over the ID tag hanging on Yi Jiayi's chest, and he immediately stepped forward and greeted:

"Madam Yi!"

Yi Jiayi did not respond. Her eyes were fixed on the corpse. She walked out of the elevator woodenly, not paying attention to the forensic colleagues passing by behind her, and the teammates standing beside her. She was unexpectedly pulled into a flow image -

the doorbell rang, and the Filipino maid who was sitting on the sofa coaxing the child immediately stood up, put the baby in the stroller, trotted to the door, and asked in not very standard Cantonese:

"Who is this?"

"Hello, it's almost New Year's Day, and here is a thanksgiving gift from the property management company. Thank you for your support to the property management company." The female voice outside the door was particularly polite.

The Filipino maid probably didn't quite understand such complicated sentences, and hesitated for a moment, but seemed to feel that the female voice outside the door was not threatening, so she finally opened the door.

The door opened, revealing a young female visitor wearing a raincoat, not tall, and even a little petite.

The visitor looked at the Filipino maid with a big smile on her face. She quickly glanced behind the Filipino maid, and suddenly pulled out the long knife hidden behind her.

The Filipino maid lowered her eyes and saw the weapon. Before she could react to the crisis, the visitor had grabbed the Filipino maid's shoulder and thrust the long knife into the Filipino maid's stomach.

She stabbed three times in a row, and each stab was so forceful and decisive, as if there was already hatred between the two.

The last thing the Filipino maid saw was a hand with bulging veins holding a long dagger. Blood quickly flowed down the dagger, leaving a trail of blood on the doorstep.

The maid was in extreme pain, her eyes full of confusion and pain. She didn't even have time to call for help before she closed her eyes. She only choked out a few broken sobs before she died.

Suddenly, footsteps approached the room. Before the person came into view, a voice was heard:

"Cassi, who is it?"

The visitor standing at the door had a violent rise and fall in his chest. When he heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head, clenched his teeth, and his eyes shot out cold light. He rushed into the room like a bloodthirsty warrior.

...

The elevator behind him made a "ding" sound. Jiayi came back to her senses and saw Liu Jiaming walking out of the elevator.

"This building was not delivered until the middle of the year. There are less than 10 households in the first batch that have completed the renovation and moved in. The other units have either not been sold yet, are being renovated, or are planning to renovate."

When Liu Jiaming saw Jiayi, he immediately reported the information he had collected:

"The old man who looks after the house said that because there are so many people renovating now, there are many strangers coming and going every day. He keeps track of some of them, but not others.

"Among the residents of Unit B on the 12th floor, only the Filipino maid went out to buy groceries in the morning, and no one has been in or out since then. The owners are a young middle-class couple. Because the wife just gave birth, the mother-in-law who came to take care of her is also living at home. The young husband is a salesman. The company he works for is engaged in seafood processing and sales. He often goes on business trips to the mainland and neighboring countries such as Japan. He has been on a business trip these days, so he has not been at home.

"I have already contacted the property to check the resident's work unit and other information.

"Oh, and one more thing, this unit has two households per elevator. Unit A on the 12th floor has not been sold yet. Sales managers from real estate agencies often bring people to view the house, and there are quite a lot of people coming and going."

Jiayi nodded while watching colleagues from the Forensic Science Department taking pictures and collecting evidence at the door of the house. The elevator rang again behind her, and the detectives all turned around and saw that it was forensic officer Sir Xu with his two soul painter assistants, so they nodded and greeted them.

"How is it?" Xu Junhao asked as he walked inside.

"Brother Da Guangming is doing the inspection of the door. We haven't entered the crime scene yet." Jiayi answered simply.

"Yeah. "Xu Junhao walked to the door and looked at the body through his forensic colleagues who were collecting bloodstains near the body.

"There are dripping dots of blood here, and a large number of blood spots are gathered here. The murderer stood here after the murder." Jiayi stood beside Xu Junhao and pointed to a cluster of bloodstains beside the body at the door.

"Yes." Brother Daguangming didn't need to look up. He knew it was Jiayi by the voice. He nodded and pointed to another pool of blood beside the body. "From the amount of blood and the splattering here, we can infer that this is the first scene where the victim was killed. After the murderer pulled out the knife, blood gushed out and splashed. Afterwards, the deceased slowly collapsed on the door, so there were several bloodstains here..."

Brother Da Guangming collected the evidence, stood up and introduced several different forms of bloodstains to Sir Xu, Yi Jiayi and others one by one.

"There are no signs of breaking the door, and it is not ruled out that the crime was committed by an acquaintance." Sanfu stood behind Jiayi and saw the forensic laboratory technician Ajie rubbing fingerprints from the handrails and walls outside the door, so he spoke. "

The fingerprints on the doorbell were pressed and smeared, as if they were pressed and smeared with something like rubber. When rubber objects are pressed on grease, they will leave unique marks." Ajie turned to Sanfu and continued to explain.

"The murderer wore rubber gloves." Sanfu frowned.

"It's very likely. "Ajie nodded.

Brother Daguangming went into the room to continue the investigation, while Sir Xu stayed where he was and did a simple inspection of the body of the Filipino servant at the door.

Jiayi put on shoe covers and a mask, and followed Da Guangming into the room.

After passing through the porch, there was a small corridor on the right leading to the bedroom, where another body fell.

"The murderer stabbed the victim three times. The victim may have died of excessive blood loss after fainting. Whether the vital organs were stabbed or there were other fatal injuries can only be known after returning to the autopsy room for an autopsy. The time of death was no more than 24 hours. There was no struggle or fight before death. If he did not die too quickly, it was... The murderer was an unexpected person..."

The voice of Sir Xu came to her ears. Jiayi stood in front of the porch. When Da Guangming lowered his head, she saw another body and fell into another flow image in the blink of an eye -

the visitor hid the long knife behind him again, took two steps forward and went straight to the hostess.

The hostess was wearing pajamas, and the swelling after giving birth seemed not to have recovered completely. She had a plain face and a lazy expression as if she had just woken up. When she saw the visitor who suddenly approached her, she raised her eyebrows and asked:

"Who are you?"

While asking, she noticed the strange clothes of the visitor. It was not raining, so why was he wearing a raincoat?

The rejection of being intruded into the house by a strange stranger finally came up. She frowned and asked again in an unhappy tone:

"Who are you——"

But before she finished asking, the visitor's knife had already stabbed her fiercely. This time, the murderer seemed to have experience and no longer aimed at the other party's stomach, but raised his knife and stabbed it straight into the hostess's chest.

"Ah——" The hostess was in shock and pain. She grabbed the visitor's wrist and pulled the visitor to bend down as her body went limp.

The visitor's face, which had been gritting her teeth, finally showed a trace of panic, but she soon regained her rationality and clenched her teeth again. She raised her feet wearing shoe covers and kicked the hostess's head, face and arms several times until the hostess's screams became lower and lower, and finally she loosened her hands, and the visitor stopped kicking.

She pulled back her right hand, but failed to pull out the dagger at once, so she stepped on the hostess's chest and pulled out the dagger with both hands with a "puff" sound.

The hostess's eyes were still open, and her body twitched when the dagger was pulled out of her chest.

The person who was not yet dead opened her mouth wide. No matter how her chest rose and fell, she still felt suffocated. Her eyes gradually rolled up, and the hand covering her chest was completely stained red with blood.

The visitor raised her head. The glass door of the kitchen in front of her left was closed. An elderly woman was busy at the stove with her back to the living room. The humming sound of the range hood and cooking covered everything outside the kitchen.

The visitor stared at the back in the kitchen for a while, and suddenly heard a baby crying: "Gua Wa... Wa... Wa..."

The visitor's cold eyes turned to the baby in the stroller, whose face was red because of crying.

...

"...The two victims were killed by the same murder weapon. Judging from the size of the blade, it was a narrow long knife like a fruit knife or a machete. It was a sharp weapon with sharp spikes." This was the voice of the forensic officer, Sir Xu. "

From the bloodstains and the direction of the body, the murderer killed the maid at the door, walked through the entrance, and killed this victim here in this posture." Brother Da Guangming stood beside the hostess's body, pointing to a string of blood drops from the door to here, "The victim held the dagger and walked all the way here, and the blood dripped all the way to here and stopped." Brother Da Guangming

pointed to Ajie who was collecting clues about the murderer's hands and feet in front of the body and said:

"There are several drops of blood dripping here where Ajie is collecting, which means the murderer has a short stay here, so the footprints here should be able to collect more remains."

Ajie raised his head, "There are no shoe prints, and the dust and other conditions are not much different from other places. There are also traces of dust being sucked away by static electricity such as plastic bags... Brother Da Guangming, the murderer is likely wearing shoe covers, or covered his shoes with plastic bags." Brother Da Guangming

nodded, and suddenly saw Jiayi bypassing the traces left by the murderer and walking towards the living room first.

The female sergeant showed a solemn expression, walked slowly, and walked carefully towards the blood-stained baby carriage.

"Eleven should start profiling. Her eyes are a little dazed. I guess her brain is telling her to work." Xu Junhao followed Da Guangming's line of sight and looked at Jiayi.

"Yes, I wonder what she will deduce based on the situation at the scene." Da Guangming looked at Jiayi's back and couldn't help but look forward to it.

...

Jiayi stood in front of the stroller, imitating the murderer in the flow image, lowered her head and faced the baby, standing still for a long time.

She didn't know what the murderer was thinking at this moment, whether he hesitated, whether he thought about stopping... But after a few breaths, the murderer opened his mouth wide, his teeth clenched, suddenly raised the dagger, and then closed his eyes and stabbed down twice.

Jiayi's right hand moved like the murderer's right hand in the flow image. She could hear the "puff puff" sound in the flow image, and the baby's crying suddenly stopped, followed by a choking throat sound.

The murderer's chest rose and fell violently, and his body staggered back two steps. Suddenly, he seemed to be crazy, or his own cruelty at this moment stimulated a surge of adrenaline. She suddenly screamed, without looking at the baby, turned around and rushed to the kitchen.

The moment she opened the door, the old woman turned her head and looked over. Her hands were still stir-frying, with a smile on her face, and she was also talking:

"Don't worry, it will be soon-"

Halfway through the words, the woman realized that the person coming was not her daughter.

She froze while frying. As the stranger in front of her looked at her, her eyes widened and she screamed in fear. She pointed the iron spoon in her hand at the other party and looked at the living room and entrance behind the visitor in fear.

When she saw the blood-stained baby carriage and the hostess lying in a pool of blood, the woman couldn't help but scream, and her hands trembled violently because of grief.

Her eyes were bloodshot and she swung the iron spoon at the murderer like crazy.

But her mind was lost, and she wanted to run to her grandson and daughter to check on her, so she lost her aim. The murderer grabbed the iron spatula in her hand and easily snatched it away.

The next moment, the murderer stabbed the woman's neck with a long knife. The woman instinctively grabbed the dagger, but the murderer suddenly burst out with great strength. The dagger cut through the woman's palm and was pulled back by the murderer, and then stabbed down again...

The eyes were pierced, the throat was pierced, and the woman still waved her broken hands and grabbed randomly. After being tripped by the kitchen doorstep, she made a hoarse sound. Before the last bit of strength was exhausted, she still tried her best to grab the ground and crawl to her relatives.

...

Fang Zhenyue submitted a report on the case and drove over.

When he stepped into the crime scene and passed through the entrance, he saw colleagues from the forensic department doing a scene investigation, the forensic officer was doing an autopsy on the hostess, and the detectives were surrounding them, looking at Yi Jiayi standing at the kitchen door.

The policewoman seemed to be immersed in some kind of nightmare. She stood at the door of the kitchen in a daze, her right hand empty, her head down facing the old woman's body, and she retreated slowly step by step.

She stared at the dead body in front of her, clenched her teeth, and her face showed fatigue, pain and madness. The corners of her lips split to the sides and twitched as if they were pulling upwards.

Fang Zhenyue frowned and sighed softly. Jiayi was probably reconstructing the murder in her mind based on the clues at the crime scene. Such a profile will inevitably immerse oneself in the murder process, either imagining oneself as a victim or imagining oneself as a murderer.

But no matter what, as a profiler, the detective must endure pain that others cannot imagine.

People who do similar work in the UK are often troubled by mental illness.

Thinking of Chiu Su-shan's concern for Jia-yi when she first entered the police station, and the promise he had made to protect his subordinates...

"Brother Yue." Sanfu walked towards him and greeted him.

Fang Zhenyue nodded, turned to Gary and said, "Everyone is tired, go buy some hot drinks to warm everyone up."

Gary left in response, Fang Zhenyue brushed his short hair and walked towards Jia-yi.

"How is it?" Fang Zhenyue patted Jia-yi's shoulder, pulling her back from the cold world of the murderer.

The sun and the quiet room came into view, and when she turned around, she met the eyes of Brother Yue who cared about her, and the concerned or curious eyes of a group of detectives from Group B.

Turning to the other side, colleagues in the Issuing Department were working hard.

She closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and when she raised her head again, her eyebrows were raised, and her eyes showed heroic spirit:

"It's okay."

...

Causeway Bay Typhoon Shelter.

The chef persuaded An to leave the seafood seller, staring at the severed finger with fingerprints worn off in the seafood basket, and fell into hesitation.

He walked to the front desk, picked up the phone to call the police, but he hesitated after dialing a number.

A few minutes later, the chef, wearing rubber gloves for handling seafood, pinched the severed finger, turned around and walked to the sewer, and threw it in without hesitation.

"Aren't you going to call the police?" The other assistants asked in fear. When they remembered that it was a finger, they felt uncomfortable all over.

"Why call the police? Don't you want to do business anymore? Do you want your boss to give you a red envelope? If there is a murder, you can't open the store before and after the New Year. If the media exaggerates it, will the store still be open?" The helper shouted bad luck while moving seafood.

"Someone died here, what if..."

"What what if? It's better to have less trouble than more! Do your job! You don't want to make money, but I do. Hurry up and preserve the seafood so that I can go to sleep. I'm so sleepy!"

"..."