Chapter 002 Chapter 2
As soon as these words were spoken, the monitoring room fell silent.
Zhou Qi: "Are you sure?"
Xia Meng glanced at Wang Xiangyi and quickly changed her words: "...Ah, I guess I heard it wrong. Sorry, sorry."
Zhou Qi looked at her suspiciously.
Wang Xiangyi calmly withdrew his gaze.
He was all too familiar with this situation.
As his last disciple, he doesn't have many major problems, but he has quite a few minor ones.
So much so that his colleagues often asked him in disbelief, why did he choose her when there were so many smart and hardworking students in the department?
Only Wang Xiangyi knew that Xia Meng was very special.
There was something special about her.
It is an innate aura and an extraordinary keen perception.
It seems that one can easily see through people's disguises on the surface, touch the most subtle emotions in their hearts, and hear the voices hidden in the deepest parts.
It's completely intuitive and cannot be explained by common sense.
That is what is commonly known as a genius.
——With such talent, he seems to be born to be a psychiatrist.
He should not be a psychiatrist.
She empathizes with her patients so easily.
It's like someone who often walks on the edge of a cliff.
If you are not careful, you may be dragged into the abyss by the wind on the cliff, and there will be no way out.
Wang Xiangyi has always been conflicted.
He took her under his wing to teach her out of appreciation for her talent, but at the same time, he didn't want her to use this talent to become a psychiatrist.
As her mentor, the only thing he could do was to give her some advice—
"Don't let your intuition make any judgments before you, as a psychiatrist, make a professional diagnosis."
Xia Meng secretly stuck out her tongue.
At that moment, she subconsciously let her intuition take the lead.
Wang Xiangyi withdrew his hand and took back the suspect's information that he had handed over.
He glanced at her and said coldly, "You won't have to follow me in a while. Stay in the monitoring room and take notes."
Xia Meng nodded obediently: "Yes."
…
A few minutes later, Wang Xiangyi stepped into the inquiry room on the other side.
Xia Meng took out a notebook, clicked her fingertips on the ballpoint pen, and prepared to start taking notes seriously.
There was no way. Old Wang was very smart. He knew that she didn't like attending classes, so he strictly required her to take notes in every detail so that he could check them.
For the sake of her precarious final grade, Xia Meng could only swallow her anger and do whatever she was told.
The process of forensic psychiatric evaluation is actually very simple.
This was not the first time Xia Meng saw her master do this.
Wang Xiangyi usually uses the modified version of the MMPI test (Note 1).
MMPI, Minnesota Multivariate Personality Inventory, is the most commonly used test for identifying mental illness and is also widely used in judicial trials and criminal investigations.
But strangely, Wang Xiangyi did not do so this time. He simply stretched out his hand and motioned the suspect to put his hand in his palm.
Then he asked Fan Xue to orally recount the entire process of the crime.
The time, place and details of each crime.
Fan Xue was very cooperative.
She described every detail of the crime almost accurately.
The voice was clear and cold, but there was a hint of madness in the tone that was hard to ignore.
Xia Meng sat in the monitoring room, staring blankly at the picture on the monitor.
The monitor accurately displayed every subtle expression on the faces of the two people in the interrogation room from five angles: front, back, left, right, and top.
The tip of her pen hovered over the notebook, but she didn't write anything except "Serial murder suspect: Fan Xue".
——Oral description of the crime process?
What's the use of this?
What is Lao Wang doing?
At this moment, Zhou Qi, who had been observing her silently for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Is this your first time experiencing Black Tower's forensic psychiatric evaluation?"
Xia Meng put down her pen, smiled, and replied, "Yes."
Zhou Qi seemed to be in the mood for conversation. He glanced at Wang Xiangyi and asked in a friendly manner, "Do you think this is a little different from the usual process?"
Xia Mengxin thought that was very different.
The process here is as simple as playing house.
But she understood her master.
Unless Lao Wang's brain suddenly blacked out the moment he stepped into the interrogation room, all this can only mean one thing -
There is indeed an untouchable and difficult-to-cross barrier between ordinary humans and Sentinel humans.
Obviously, her master looked like someone standing on the side of the transparent barrier at this moment.
Xia Meng thought for a moment and tentatively guessed, "My master is a guide?"
She didn't have a deep understanding of special humans.
All we know is that there is a spiritual power between the sentinels that ordinary humans do not have, and they can even use spiritual power to achieve a deeper level of communication.
Mental power is generally transmitted through physical contact, just like what Wang Xiangyi is doing to Fan Xue at this moment.
There is no other explanation.
Zhou Qi smiled at her: "You are very smart."
This is considered as an acknowledgement of Wang Xiangyi's identity as a guide.
Xia Meng couldn't help but feel emotional.
I didn’t expect Lao Wang to hide it so well.
She had been his student for four or five years, and he had never let a single word slip.
But she didn't think it was a big deal.
Whether the master is happy to say it or not, that is his own choice.
Anyway, she didn't respect him much when he was an ordinary person, so now that he has become a guide, we can't discriminate against him.
Xia Meng happily accepted the compliment: "Thank you."
By the way, he started a conversation: "I heard that your Black Tower is in charge of all sentinel humans? Do special humans have to work in this Black Tower?"
What she really wanted to ask was:
If that’s the case, why didn’t you arrest Lao Wang?
Why let him out to harm a flower of the motherland like her!?
Zhou Qi replied, "Not necessarily. The Black Tower isn't that strict in this regard, allowing them to choose freely. Roughly 90% of the Sentinels choose to stay with the Black Tower."
Xia Meng looked regretful.
Zhou Qi misunderstood her meaning and asked, "Why? Do you want to work in the Black Tower?"
To be honest, Xia Meng was quite curious about this black tower.
Perhaps because of her profession, she maintains a certain curiosity about everything in the world.
Curious, but not very curious at the same time.
Because, as the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat.
Lao Wang often tells his students: "As a psychiatrist, you are almost always facing the abyss. So you must learn to protect yourself."
“Don’t try to stare into the abyss, and don’t try to poke your head out and try it madly.”
——Of course, the last half of the sentence was specifically for her.
She raised her head and said to Zhou Qi with a half-seriously half-joking smile: "The Black Tower is so mysterious. I feel like working here must be very interesting."
Zhou Qi laughed out loud, "Actually, this place is no different from other state agencies. Aside from the tiring field work, office jobs are basically the same: good pay, little work, drinking tea and reading the newspaper."
Xia Meng was surprised: "So happy?"
Zhou Qi smiled: "Are you interested in working in the Black Tower?"
Xia Mengxin said that if it was really that good, she would definitely come here to report as soon as she graduated.
But when she thought of how Lao Wang usually kept silent about the Black Tower, she vaguely felt that this place was not as simple as Zhou Qi described.
She sighed and said, "Yes, I do, but it's not up to me. My master has always intended for me to follow him."
Zhou Qi said regretfully, "Really? That's such a pity."
Xia Meng agreed: "It's really a pity."
As they were talking, the "identification" in the inquiry room on the other side seemed to be over.
Wang Xiangyi stood up and walked out of the room, then entered the monitoring room.
Zhou Qi asked, "How is it?"
Wang Xiangyi first glanced at Xia Meng inconspicuously, then lowered his head to look at the folder in his hand.
It was densely packed with a lot of key words, including precise information such as the time and place of the crime, and even included a few simple drawings.
Xia Meng compared the pictures with the suspect's information in her hand. The composition of those pictures looked almost exactly the same as the crime scene.
Wang Xiangyi said to Zhou Qi, "It can be basically confirmed that the confession is true. The details I discovered in her mental picture are basically consistent with the evidence you provided."
Zhou Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "Great! As soon as your appraisal report comes out, I can immediately hand over the case file to the court. Can the report be issued tonight?"
Wang Xiangyi glared at him and silently cursed him again, "Zhou Pa Pi," "Why are you in such a hurry? There's no tonight! Don't even think about it!"
Zhou Qi had to beg for help and said humbly: "Please help me, the higher-ups are pressing me, I really have no other choice."
Wang Xiangyi was a little puzzled: "Is this case special? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Zhou Qi: "Haven't you heard? Fan Xue is the campus beauty of Hua University, and she's already a bit famous on campus. Somewhere along the way, the police were investigating the case, and her identity was exposed. Now the internet is abuzz with rumors and gossip, all discussing her as a campus beauty and a serial killer. They've even dug up all her background. We took over too late, and the Information Department can no longer control the situation. Now even Hua University is contacting us, asking us to calm the public opinion as soon as possible."
I see.
The public opinion was so intense that the authorities had to conclude the case as soon as possible and give the public an explanation.
Wang Xiangyi nodded in understanding. "Got it. I'll try to send it to you tonight. This is just the first time. It won't happen again."
Zhou Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner later."
Xia Meng silently stuffed the notebook back into her schoolbag.
Then he raised his head and looked at the beautiful girl on the other side of the glass again.
Fan Xue was raising her head at this time, staring straight at them.
Of course, her vision couldn't pass through the one-way glass, so she couldn't see what was happening here at all.
She just stared, as if looking at her own reflection in the glass.
Xia Meng involuntarily took two steps to the left, so that she was right in front of Fan Xue.
She leaned forward slightly, allowing her eyes to meet Fan Xue's unfocused gaze. It was as if they were staring back.
Xia Meng looked into her eyes carefully.
It is indeed a beautiful face that is one in a million, with standard peach blossom eyes and every facial feature is exquisite.
But at this moment, these eyes were empty and chaotic.
It's like there's a thick fog hidden that no one can see through.
The master said that Fan Xue’s crimes were true.
The identification results are consistent with the chain of evidence.
But... Xia Meng couldn't help but think again of the crying voice of "Save me" that just rushed into her mind.
The voice was filled with deep-seated fear and a fragility that seemed like it would shatter at any moment.
It was so strong that Xia Meng couldn't help but tremble.
There was no way she had heard it wrong; it was indeed Fan Xue's voice.
So the question is -
Why did Fan Xue ask for help?
Why would a murderer have such deep fear?
Are you afraid of legal punishment? Or are you afraid of death?
Her intuition told her that it was probably neither.
Wang Xiangyi walked past her with his hands behind his back: "Let's go."
Xia Meng came back to her senses and quickly stood up to catch up.
Zhou Qi was about to send them out, but Wang Xiangyi waved his hand and said, "No need, I know the way."
The master and disciple walked into the elevator one after the other.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Xia Meng couldn't wait to speak: "Master..."
Wang Xiangyi interrupted her with a stern face: "Stop."
Xia Meng wanted to say more, but Wang Xiangyi spoke quickly: "I used my mental power to explore her mental picture, and it is completely consistent with her confession. She does meet all the characteristics of the murderer."
Spiritual picture, Xia Meng had heard of this, it specifically refers to the spiritual realm of sentinels and guides.
The human spiritual realm is usually divided into three levels: consciousness, preconsciousness, and unconsciousness (subconsciousness) (Note 2), and the spiritual landscape of humans is like a further expansion of these three levels, expanding into a materialized spiritual world.
Everyone's spiritual landscape is different.
It covers everything, condensing all the emotions and experiences of this person's life.
Everything a person has experienced will appear in his mental picture in various ways, whether he remembers it or not.
Xia Meng asked curiously, "Master, what did you see in Fan Xue's mental picture?"
Wang Xiangyi was silent for a few seconds before answering, "The crime scene. Every detail, from identifying the victim to committing the crime to leaving the scene, is crystal clear. There's basically no other possibility."
Xia Meng shut her mouth.
Wang Xiangyi turned his head and observed her.
As soon as he saw her eyes, Wang Xiangyi knew that this girl must still be thinking about Fan Xue.
The strong curiosity and desire to explore were almost overflowing from her eyes.
"Oh." Wang Xiangyi couldn't help but cover his chest.
He knew her character too well: "You just can't help but think about it, right?"
Wang Xiangyi always felt that the only time he was stupid in his life was when he chose her from among thousands of applications, giving her the opportunity to test the limits of angering him to death every day.
The past is too painful to recall.
He now only hopes that this evil disciple can graduate from his teachings as soon as possible, and then never call himself his student again, so as not to ruin his reputation in his later years.
Xia Meng scratched her head, looking serious, and asked persistently: "But Master, what if she really is asking me for help?"
Wang Xiangyi: “…”
There was silence in the elevator for a moment.
Before the elevator reached the first floor, Wang Xiangyi finally warned earnestly, "Xiao Xia, don't empathize with patients. The same goes for criminals. And—"
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