You Mingxu suddenly remembered what Yin Feng once said:
I always feel like there is someone there, watching me, staring at me, threatening me...
Just like a dark cloud, it keeps chasing me...
She walked back to the door of the guesthouse, extinguished her cigarette butt on the lid of the trash can, with a sneer on her face.
Why, are you coming for her now?
I’m afraid he won’t come. If she doesn't come, how can she find out the monsters and demons around Yin Feng?
She made up her mind that after the case at hand was concluded, she would thoroughly investigate Yin Feng's past.
If it was really dirty, she swept it clean for him.
You Mingxu walked to the door of Yin Feng's room and knocked twice before the door opened.
You Mingxu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The air conditioner was on in the room, and Yin Feng was only wearing a black T-shirt and black trousers. Ignore the face, and go down from the neck, every inch of line is an inch of line. The shoulders were broad, the chest muscles were strong but well-proportioned, and the narrow waist converged into the firm and perky buttocks that she was familiar with. The bare soles of his feet in the slippers reveal a mature masculine vibe.
You Mingxu's gaze turned back to his face, and sure enough, he had a bright smile on his face, like a little white rabbit. You Mingxu instantly lost his appetite and walked in without looking around.
Chen Feng and their chef were also there. I don't know where they dragged a long table from, but they filled it with dishes. The cook was a handsome middle-aged man, wearing a white tall hat and a white uniform, looking like the executive chef of a Michelin restaurant visiting a shabby guesthouse.
Too exaggerated. You Mingxu thought that he should find an opportunity to change the style left by Chen Feng and the past Yin Feng, and not let Yin Feng be corrupted.
Seeing her come in, Chen Feng immediately retreated with the cook. Yin Feng took You Mingxu's hand and walked towards the bed: "Let me show you something."
You Mingxu looked out the window, which was empty, and asked, "Were there any suspicious signs just now?"
Yin Feng was stunned, and looked out the window as she did.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long time. You Mingxu asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
He replied: “I don’t know.”
The veins on You Mingxu's forehead twitched again. For some reason, she found that her emotions always fluctuated and she became easily irritable when facing Yin Feng recently.
She calmed down and changed the subject: "What did you want to show me just now?"
He pointed.
There was a new 20-inch black suitcase next to the bed, and inside it was a wooden doll of his. The joints of the doll can be rotated flexibly, and the one he put in has a body shape similar to that of the deceased. But it is made of wood after all, so it is a bit stiff. I can barely squeeze it in, but a small half of its volume is left outside.
You Mingxu asked: "What are you doing this for?"
Yin Feng squatted down, his butt slightly raised, looked at the box, and said in a deep voice: "Imitate his behavior and try to understand his psychology."
You Mingxu was annoyed again by him. Just as I was about to stand up, he grabbed my hand. He said, "Ash, help me."
"What?"
"Just lie down in there and try it."
You Mingxu was silent for a moment, then raised her chin to signal. Yin Feng had been her henchman for so many days and had become much smarter. He immediately took out the puppet. You Mingxu climbed into the box, feeling extremely awkward. Recalling the photo of the deceased, she lay down imitating the posture. She was very flexible, but she was not short, and after she had been shrinking for a long time, her calves were still exposed.
“That’s all I can do,” she said.
The woman curled up in the small box in a surrendered posture, looking up at him with clear eyes and a soft voice.
Yin Feng originally held his chin with his hand, observing her body shape, but after looking for too long, he became distracted unconsciously, and his eyes stopped on her beautifully contoured chin, chest, waist, and legs. For some reason, my throat felt a little dry.
He didn't know what he wanted to do, but his body moved, his hands pressed on the edge of the box, and he looked down at her.
You Mingxu also looked at him.
Yin Feng was standing with the light behind him, and his masculine body with strong lines covered her and easily trapped her in his arms. He didn't smile either, and he didn't look stupid at all. His eyes were clear and focused, as if he was looking at something extremely important.
"Ash..." he whispered, "You look so small like this."
You Mingxu's throat also felt a little dry, and for a moment, a familiar impulse surged in his heart. Yes, as he said, she had never been in front of him, so low, so small, trapped between his arms...
What on earth am I thinking?
Almost at the same moment, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye that Yin Feng's five fingers gripping the edge of the box tightened a little.
You Mingxu raised his leg and stepped on his handsome face. His eyes and nose were clearly stepped on, but he was still smiling. I don't know what he is laughing at.
You Mingxu's restless feeling surged up in his mind again, so he simply kicked him to the side and climbed out of the box.
But I heard him ask behind me: "What did I do wrong? Why do you want to kick me?" His voice was neither hurried nor slow.
You Mingxu said coldly: "If you want to kick me, then kick me. Do you need a reason?"
He was silent for a moment, then said, "Oh."
She turned around and saw him rubbing his nose and shoulders. His hands were too busy to handle it all. He lowered his head, looking a little aggrieved. You Mingxu felt relieved and thought, yes, this is how he should be. She actually felt a bit of the man's aggressiveness just now, which was outrageous. We must get back to square one.
At this time, You Mingxu's cell phone rang. It was a video call from an unfamiliar number. When You Mingxu saw that it was America, he quickly tidied his hair and clothes and picked up the phone.
A woman in her fifties with gray hair appeared on the screen. This should be Ding Xiongwei’s “old classmate”, the famous criminal psychologist Fan Shuhua. Professor Fan has a kind face, but his eyes and temperament are also heroic, which makes You Mingxu feel good about him at first sight.
"Hello, Xiao You. I'm your classmate from Team D, Fan Shuhua."
"Hello, Professor Fan!"
Professor Fan seemed to be looking at her through the screen for a while, then smiled approvingly and said, "You can tell at a glance that you are a capable child. I am meddling in the case you are investigating now. Xiongwei showed me the information and was quite interested. So I put forward some ideas for your reference."
You Mingxu said: "Professor Fan, you are too modest. I am lucky to receive your guidance."
Professor Fan smiled even more deeply, nodded, and said: "Based on the information currently available, we can make a preliminary criminal psychological portrait of the murderer:.
He is aged between 25 and 40, a local and lives within 5 kilometres of the two victims. He came from a common family, had a low level of education, and was not financially well off. And he is engaged in a craftsman's job that requires manual skills. For example: veterinarians, butchers, carpenters, blacksmiths, hospital nurses, etc.
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