The speed of the re-investigation was much slower than expected. We thought we could inspect at least four or five crime scenes in one afternoon, but by the evening, the third crime scene in Tai Po had not been inspected yet.

Qian Peirang did not care much at the beginning, but gradually changed his attitude and even regarded Yi Jiayi as an opportunity for training and growth. He tied her up to accompany him in the re-investigation and asked Jiayi's perspective and opinion at every turn.

Soon, Wang Jiewang and Fang Zhenyue realized that Qian Peirang was learning Yi Jiayi's logic of looking at the scene - everything seen with the murderer's eyes, and the behavioral traces considered from the murderer's mind.

Seeing Qian Peirang learning like a sponge, Wang Jiewang also gave up the idea of ​​looking around and focused on following Qian Peirang and Yi Jiayi.

No matter how good a detective is, he can only consider things from a hypothetical perspective and analyze the murderer's behavior and perspective based on experience and behavioral science.

Few people start from the murderer's perspective like Yi Jiayi, first imagining the murderer's pace, and then deducing the murderer's behavior based on the murderer's traces found by the forensic department.

Then, based on the deduced murderer's behavior, imagine what the murderer saw and thought...

In this way, "profiling", "deduction", "induction", "forensic science" and "forensic medicine" are completely integrated into a circle, complementing each other and complementing each other to form a complete [murderer's thoughts] [murderer's behavior] [murderer's logical direction]... In fact,

everything Jiayi did was just to find the place where the murderer hit his forehead to deduce the murderer's height. She never thought that her behavior would be regarded as a high level of profiling ability by Qian Peiran.

Although she felt embarrassed, she had no choice but to continue pretending to be an "expert". Qian Peiran looked at her with admiration the whole afternoon, and she felt numb all over.

Help! She could hardly continue her story…

After waving her hands for who knows how many times to indicate that she was just making ordinary guesses, Qian Peirang laughed and patted her shoulder:

“Don’t be shy, you’re amazing, you’re really amazing. Don’t worry, I’m very open-minded. I won’t be jealous of you or see through you just because you’re young. There’s always a teacher among three people, and you’re really talented. Have you ever considered changing your career to the Forensic Bureau? You don’t have to run around or fight with murderers. It’s very safe.”

“I’m not capable of doing the work in the Forensic Bureau.” Jiayi waved her hands quickly.

"Who said that!"

Qian Peiran glared at her in disapproval, with a 'coquettish' look:

"You have to know that in this world, it is very difficult to use all the information and clues that can be obtained.

"In fact, there are many tools placed in front of us. Many times, the difference in ability lies in the fact that some people can use all the tools and use them well.

"Others can only see and use some of the tools, or cannot see or use any tools at all.

"You, Yi Shazhan, you are different. I think you can really turn what you have learned and thought of into tools. Such talents are in short supply everywhere.

"If you come to the Forensic Department, I will definitely welcome you with both hands. If you need any help, just come to me, no problem." "

It's good to be a CID agent." Jiayi embarrassedly refused again.

"Your way of thinking is really unique. I think you can be a new future for the Forensic Bureau. Let's think about it~" Qian Peirang didn't give up. He even looked at Jiayi's face and said seriously: "I think you are very suitable for the Forensic Bureau, really."

Jiayi didn't expect that in the eyes of others, she, who was making up stories with her supernatural powers, inadvertently showed others another way to learn and grow, and could also help Qian Sir and their progress in disguise. She could only laugh helplessly.

Qian Peirang saw that lobbying was hopeless, so he had to sigh with regret, looking pitiful as if he had lost a lot.

Next, Jiayi continued to accompany Qian Peirang to do the investigation. She saw that the murderer had taken a bath in the victims' homes in Tai Po and Kwai Chung, and stole clothes from the victims' homes once each.

But when clothes are lost from a person's home, it is really hard for anyone other than the owner to make a judgment.

Even if Jiayi can logically say that 'the murderer took some clothes from here', there is no way to prove that the murderer took away the blue clothes and gray pants - this kind of thing can probably only be said by a fortune-teller through asking the gods or asking ghosts to possess her.

Unfortunately, she is just a detective, not a fortune-teller.

After an afternoon of investigation, they only got two profiles: the wrinkles and grooves on the murderer's forehead and the murderer's height.

Jiayi also wanted to say the color of the murderer's clothes, but she couldn't find any clues to prove it. She couldn't help but sigh with regret.

But seeing Wang Jiewang beaming with joy because of the two new clues, and thinking back to the normal progress of criminal investigation, his mood calmed down.

Some things cannot be rushed.

After the investigation of the crime scene in Tai Po, the group simply returned to the New Territories North Police Station.

Qian Peirang went back to the office without stopping and turned the afternoon's gains into a report. Once these things are put into writing and submitted, they can be used as solid evidence, and both the Public Relations Department and the task force can use them. While

Sir Qian was writing the report, Jiayi ran to the Forensic Department to find the forensic officer Sir Sun and went to see the body again.

Wang Jiewang, Hugo and Fang Zhenyue waited for Qian Peiran, Jiayi and others to finish their work before having dinner together. As there was no other case to deal with for the time being, the three of them took a rare break from their busy schedule and sat in a row on the steps at the entrance of the police station.

In the distance ahead was a field, with the wind blowing through the grass and trees, creating green waves.

The three of them were talking about work at first, but as they talked, they actually talked about emotional intelligence.

Seeing that Wang Jiewang was actually really troubled by his "low emotional intelligence", Fang Zhenyue couldn't help but complain: "Why do you need such a high emotional intelligence? I've worked so hard to make myself have real abilities. I want respect and freedom in life and death.

"I wish I had enough intelligence to use during interrogation and investigation.

"For many things, yes means yes, and no means no.

"This is a police station, not a shopping mall! "

Crap, Fang Zhenyue turned around and looked Wang Jiewang

up and down, and said seriously: "You are doing very well. You rely on your ability to fight for your life. This is the real way to live."

"Do you have a high emotional intelligence, Fang Sir?" Wang Jiewang raised his eyebrows. Everyone is not stingy, so don't say that the grapes are sour.

Fang Zhenyue shook his head nonchalantly:

"We are not harmful to others, and we also know how to deal with things and treat people.

"Be sensible, polite, and superstitious about high emotional intelligence?"

He dropped his arms to his knees and said righteously:

"I think I'm pretty good."

"Because I really envy Yi Shazhan, she is capable, and so likable and admirable." Wang Jiewang couldn't help but say that he was always reminded by Hugo that he had offended people, which was also very distressing.

"She doesn't rely on emotional intelligence or not saying the wrong thing." Fang Zhenyue suddenly heard Wang Jiewang mention Jiayi, and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Then what does she rely on?" Wang Jiewang raised his eyebrows. Is it natural affinity? Is she beautiful and kind?

"Empathy." When Fang Zhenyue was discussing emotional intelligence with Wang Sir just now, his tone was obviously very casual, but now it softened unconsciously: "Try to imagine the joys and sorrows of others, and the ability to understand the needs of others. And... the courage to sacrifice oneself for others."

"You used such a powerful word as 'courage'." Hugo, who had been sitting next to him and had not said anything, couldn't help but sigh.

"It is indeed courage." Fang Zhenyue suddenly fell silent.

It was not until Wang Jiewang and Hugo turned their heads to look at him that he said slowly:

"It is against your instinct to give up your own satisfaction and move to others. After all, this is a world where you can deprive others of their lives in order to satisfy your own desires. She is willing to give up her own time for enjoyment, willing to work harder, pay more, and eat more to satisfy your comfort. Doesn't this require courage?"

Wang Jiewang fell into recollection and smacked his lips.

Yes, when I make an appointment with friends to have a meal, I even have to consider whether to choose a restaurant that is closer to you or closer to me.

The phrase "sacrifice yourself and follow others" does not require courage to accomplish.

"So, be a good person and don't worry about emotional intelligence." Fang Zhenyue patted Wang Jiewang on the shoulder. He could see the goodness of Eleven. Sir Wang was a man with a bit of vision.

"Sir Fang, I have to treat you to a good meal tonight, right?" Wang Jiewang suddenly felt Sir Fang's appreciation, and after listening to the other party's admonition, he felt that he seemed to be a little more carefree and smiled again.

"I'm telling you good advice, but I'm only asking you to treat me to a meal. It's a bargain for you." Fang Zhenyue glared at Wang Jiewang with a cold face.

"Hahahahaha..." Wang Jiewang patted Fang Zhenyue, feeling happy.

West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit B is probably a very remarkable Feng Shui treasure land, and it actually produced wonderful people.

The three of them sat for a while. The setting sun shone over them, casting a golden robe on the green field. Their faces also glowed with gold. When they didn't make any expression, they looked like three golden Buddhas.

Wang Jiewang turned to look at Fang Zhenyue and found that even with the golden glow on his face, he was still handsome. He touched his square face with a sour look.

Suddenly, he saw a golden glow on Fang Zhenyue's temples, and the words came out of his mind:

"Mr. Fang, you have white hair." "

?" Fang Zhenyue turned his head and immediately touched his temples, "Really?"

"...Ah." Wang Jiewang nodded.

There was silence for a few seconds. Fang Zhenyue suddenly stood up, walked into the New Territories North Police Headquarters, and began to look for a mirror... He frowned, as if he was very concerned...

Wang Jiewang followed Fang Zhenyue's back until he could no longer see him.

Turning back, he sat quietly with Hugo for a while, then turned back quietly, met Hugo's eyes, and asked weakly: "Should I not say it?"

"This... seems to be..." Hugo smiled bitterly.

"..." Wang Jiewang, the same bitter smile.

...

...

Three months of being at large inevitably gave people some illusions.

It seemed that this kind of 'being at large' would be a continuous state, as if he had some kind of unlimited power, and he was powerful enough to shuttle through the crowd. Everyone was a prey, and everyone might be a weakling who surrendered to his hammer.

Once this feeling appears day after day, a person will inevitably develop a negative emotion, and his eyes will also shine with a different light.

He looked so miserable, with wrinkles all over his face, rough skin, and messy short hair, but his eyes and momentum were no longer in line with this skin.

There was the greed and savagery of a beast in his eyes, and there was a ferocity in his temperament that was daunting.

Turning into a convenience store, he pretended to be dumb, hesitating with "hmm" and "ah", and successfully bought the convenience food he wanted to eat without exposing his nature of not being able to speak authentic Cantonese. After

leaving the convenience store, he tore open the plastic bag, bit off half of the bread in big mouthfuls, chewed it with big mouthfuls, and the bread crumbs fell, and he stretched out his foot and crushed it on the ground.

A uniformed police officer walked by with a list in his hand, looking around as if he was looking for someone in the crowd.

He slowed down his chewing of bread and looked at the uniformed police officer evasively.

At this time, someone walked out of the convenience store and looked back at him several times when he passed by him.

I don't know why today, but I always felt that there seemed to be countless eyes around me looking at me, giving me a feeling that I couldn't hide.

The sense of security that I had gradually built up in the past three months seemed to be in jeopardy.

Every pair of strange eyes around him had a magic that made him uneasy. He inexplicably had a panic feeling that he would be exposed at any time or that someone already knew him and was looking for him... It was really like seeing a ghost.

He threw the plastic bag into the trash can, turned into an alley, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Twenty minutes later, he rode his bike through an alley, locked it in an inconspicuous corner, and stepped out of the alley, becoming another worker in the crowd.

The money in his pocket was getting less and less, and he was about to run out of food. His need to find prey became urgent.

So every time he passed a mobile stall or restaurant, he would turn his head to look around, analyzing in his mind whether the other party met his hunting conditions.

At this time, an especially busy restaurant in the distance attracted his attention.

He didn't recognize the words on the photo, but on this street, the photo of the restaurant was the most dazzling and eye-catching. Because there were too many customers, the tables were even set out of the shop, and five or six tables were set up at the door, but people still had to share tables and queue up.

The person greeting customers at the door was an exceptionally pretty young woman, tall, with three-dimensional features and a rare fair complexion.

Standing in front of the beverage window where people were queuing was a young girl, who smiled at everyone and exuded a cheerful and cheerful aura.

Even the female chef stirring the wok behind the glass window of the restaurant was a gorgeous beauty.

The aroma from the restaurant wafted out, and a teenager in his teens walked past him carrying two plates of food. The aroma of the food swept across his nose, moving him, and his fingers in his pockets unconsciously rubbed quickly.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the conversation of two other people:

"I will use my egg tarts to exchange for your fried taro wedges, okay?"

Turning his head, he saw a handsome boy talking to a little girl.

The boy held three egg tarts in his hand, and the little girl held two fried taro wedges in her hand, one of which she had already taken a bite of.

Turning his eyes slightly, he saw a mobile stall next to the boy and the little girl, and a young couple was working around the stall.

The young husband skillfully cut the ingredients for filling, ground the taro paste, and then added flour, put it on a steel plate with many holes, and after filling it up, handed it to his young wife who was wearing special anti-splash gloves. The wife took the steel plate of taro and put it into the oil pan. Countless golden bubbles popped out, and the aroma of fried taro filled the air.

A steel plate of taro was fried and quickly bought up by passers-by. The young wife took the time to turn around and saw that her little daughter wanted to exchange her 1 fried taro with the "young shopkeeper" of Yi Ji's opposite for 3 egg buns. She smiled and left two of the newly fried taro, and pulled the boy who turned around and was about to leave, and gave him two more fried taro.

"Thank you..." The boy originally wanted to exchange the fried taro for the child, but he insisted on exchanging with others, and ended up getting two more. He felt embarrassed instantly.

"Take it and eat it. We set up a stall here because of the popularity of your ice cream parlor." The young woman had a pair of small eyes that were crooked even when she wasn't smiling. Although none of her facial features were very pretty when taken individually, they looked particularly friendly and pretty when put together.

The young man thanked her again and ran back to Yi Ji. The

young wife watched him distribute the fried taro balls to the handsome boy serving the waiter and the pretty girl serving the guests, then she smiled and looked away, took the steel plate handed over by her husband, and continued to fry the taro balls.

The little daughter suddenly came up to her, stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms, trying her best to pass her an egg tart in her hand.

The young wife cried out, and while looking at the fried taro in her hand, she lowered her head and put the egg tart passed by her daughter into her mouth with a cry, and jokingly bit her daughter's finger.

"Ah, mommy bit me." The little girl's voice was a little childish, and her scream was very cute, making her mother's eyes smile into crescents.

She chewed the egg tart with great effort, and felt the crispy, soft, glutinous, sweet and other various tastes and various delicious flavors filling her mouth. Although her bangs were cold and damp due to fatigue and her face was greasy due to frying, she still looked beautiful because of her happy smile.

The girl took out another egg tart and tiptoed to feed her father.

A few steps away, the short middle-aged man with wrinkles on his forehead did not follow the little girl, nor did he look at the young husband.

He only glued his eyes to the young wife, and his cold and venomous eyes snaked down along the young wife's face... Finally, he showed a half-smile.

Glancing at the time on the wall clock in the distance, he began to wait...