Psychic

What do ordinary people do when they see the body? Not to mention the terrified gait, the nausea, the panic, the fear, these representative emotions will always bring a little more or less. But Van Gaal once again proved with action that he was not an ordinary person. He stared at the photo for a few times, Yin Hong’s lips slightly hooked, and looked a little careless. His eyes circulated in each photo, but passed by gently, as if he were enjoying some landscape paintings.

When he faced the deceased’s pale face and twisted body directly, his breath was not messy, and there was no slight ripple in his deep eyes.

“I don’t know.” He shook his head, then stretched out his slender fingertips to gather the photos together, one after another. The one placed on top of him was a picture of Gao Yize’s tragic death, while his fingertips rested on Gao Yize’s unrecognizable face with a split brain.

Where do ordinary people dare to do this? Ordinary people put their fingertips on the face of the deceased, even if it is just a photo, they will feel their fingers seem to be bitten by fear, and then move away in horror.

Zhuang Zhen was almost smirked by Van Gogh. Only a cold-hearted killer can have such a strong psychological quality. Say this case has nothing to do with him? Who does this person want to deceive?

“I don’t know what death notice you sent?” Zhuang Zhen poked the desktop hard and said aggressively: “Don’t tell me you don’t know anything, I don’t know how the death sketch came from? I don’t know what you said second , The third, the fourth? Are you cheating? “

Fangallo took his deep vision away from the photo and turned to look at Zhuang Zhen. The smile arc at the corner of his mouth slightly bent, revealing a meaning of “this scene is very interesting, I kind of like it”.

Zhuang Zhen gritted his teeth and said: “Let me guess, you did not personally participate in these murders, but have you been in contact with the real murderer?”

Without waiting for Fangallo to shake his head to deny, Zhuang Zhen quickly interfaced: “You accidentally learned about the murderer’s murder plan, but you have a grudge against Gao Yize, he ruined you, so you can’t wait for him to die. Reporting the murderer took the initiative to participate in this serial murder case. “

Zhuang Zhen said in a very positive tone: “The murderer killed someone in front. In return for his killing Gao Yize, you will help him attract the public’s attention behind and disturb the police’s investigative thinking so that your plan can go smoothly. Execution. Your killing sketches and killing notices, including the initial absence certificate, are all prepared by you in advance, so that the real murderer covered by you can successfully escape the arrest, and you can also retreat. “

Fangallo listened quietly without ever refuting the word.

Zhuang Zhen continued to add the criminal plans and details of the crimes, as if he had witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, which was also a good interrogation method he and Song Rui had discussed in advance. They made up a story based on speculation in advance, trying to perfect the details to lure Van Gogh to speak. In the process of listening to the story, Fangallo will try his best to deny it, and Zhuang Zhen will interrupt his denial time and time again, and then disturb his thinking and stir his nerves. His mind is in a mess. During the process of rebutting the story, he will naturally give some details to prove his innocence. These details are true and false, and they are also the benchmarks that Song Rui and Zhuang Zhen desperately wanted to get.

With this benchmark, it is clear at a glance whether Vangallo is the murderer. No matter how many lies he tells, as long as the police see through him, he has nowhere to escape.

But at the moment, Zhuang Zhen seems aggressive and eloquent, but the more he speaks, the less his heart is, because Van Gogh said nothing, but just listened quietly and peacefully, and he will be a little bit between the pauses in the voice. Raised his jaw and motioned to Zhuang Zhen to continue speaking. He seemed to be listening to other people’s stories, rather than having serious complaints about himself.

Liu Tao and others hiding in the monitoring room were already mad, and Song Rui, who had always been calm, frowned tightly, and there was nothing he could do. Although they guessed that there was such a person behind Van Gogh, they could not find out the other person ’s interpersonal network and social background, otherwise the case handling process would not stay in place.

Van Gaal was not a maniac patient who was easily out of control as recorded in the data. On the contrary, his heart was probably harder than steel and colder than glacier. Wanting to pierce his psychological defense line and find the murderer behind the scene is no less difficult than holding a small hammer and trying to pierce a dam.

Zhuang Zhen increased his tone and said slowly, word by word: “You thought you would be able to retreat without having participated in the killing? Wrong! Once we caught the murderer, you have to go to jail too! You know, you have already committed assassination. , To be sentenced to less than three years in prison! Once you were a master of the Fan family, an idol star in the entertainment industry, and later you are a prisoner, a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats! If you confess and confess to the murderer now , We will plead with the judge to reduce your penalty. But if you are indifferent, your sentence will be increased. If you come out after three years, how do you mix up? You can also find a place to start again, and if you have a case, it will be a lifelong stain ! Think about it! “

Zhuang Zhen supported the tabletop with both hands, pressed down as much as possible, and locked Van Gogh firmly with a sharp eye.

Fangallo listened with his head down, with no expression on his face, but randomly manipulated the photos with his fingertips. He first put the photos of Gao Yize and Wang Wei to the right, put Gao Yize on the top, and Wang Wei on the bottom, and the corners were neatly aligned; then he moved the photos of Zhao Kai and Mao Xiaoming to the left Both are placed below, flush with Wang Wei’s photo, and the place above is flush with Gao Yize.

After putting it all in place, he shuffled all the photos and placed them again in the same orientation and order, then the second and third times … It can be seen that he is now getting bored. Yes, not tension, panic, or fear, but boredom, which is really boring.

To him like this, Zhuang Zhen can’t do anything but gritt his teeth. His proud self-control has faintly shown signs of collapse. He beat the table hard and yelled in a low voice: “What is your relationship with the murderer? How did you know his murder plan? If we made it clear that we might be able to reduce your sentence If you do n’t make it clear, you should wait for the prison to sit through! The news of your imprisonment will surely spread across the Internet. By then, you will be really notorious, and there will never be a place to turn over! “

This last sentence seems to have poked a nerve of Van Gaal. He flicked all the photos together in one swipe with five fingers, and then raised his head to stare at Zhuang Zhen. His face was pale, and his lips were bright red like blood, but the most eye-catching still were his eyes, black, pure black, deep black, almost able to hook the soul.

A lazy and careless smile receded from his face. He leaned forward slightly, approaching Zhuang Zhen, breathing around the other person’s breath, saying one by one: “You ask me how do I know? Well, I Tell you, I saw it. “

Only this sentence made Zhuang Zhen, Luo Hong, Liu Tao, Song Rui and others all hold their breath. After many confrontations, the opponent who thought it was the most difficult to capture has chosen to confess under the rush. why? Which point touched his psychological defense?

This question deeply plagued Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui, but now they have no time to think at all, and can only concentrate on listening to what Van Gogh will say next. Can this serial murder case be solved?

“How did you see it? Who is the murderer?” Zhuang Zhen threw an introduction.

“I don’t know who the murderer is.” Fangallo stared at Zhuang Zhen for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

One of Zhuang Zhen ’s nerves had collapsed to the extreme, and he thought he could relax a bit, but he was suddenly cut off by the 180-degree twist. The blue tendon of his neck jumped rapidly, and when he spoke again, he seemed to be able to spew out fire: “Van Galo, are you playing me ?!”

“What am I doing to you? Is it fun?” Having said that, the arc of laughter that Van Gogh’s mouth deepened showed that it was really fun.

At the critical point where Zhuang Zhen was about to explode, Van Goghro moved closer, and the tip of the nose was only a line away from the tip of the other’s nose, and spoke softly: “Of course I saw it with my eyes, but that is just some blurry light and shadow The fragment is not real, how can I tell you who the murderer is. I do n’t know if you have heard of it, there is such a person in the world, they do n’t need any substantive contact, just a flash of light or a flash of thought, They can learn many things. Their eyes can penetrate through, clarify the present, and break the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, they can also smell what you smell through your nose, and they can also see through. You can taste what you taste through your tongue, and you can even spy on what you think through your heart. “

Fangalo stretched out his pink tongue and licked it gently on his red lips. The dark pupil had no idea when it became empty, like a monster.

His words were illogical and vague, making people unclear what he was expressing. But no one can stop him, not listen to him, or think of him. When he showed the truest side, no one could resist this magical power.

Zhuang Zhen was blown by this person’s breath, and could not advance or retreat. The whole body seemed to be firmly wrapped by an invisible magnetic field and could only be fixed in place. His expression was still cold and his pupils were always sharp, but a thin layer of goose bumps quietly spread from his cheek to his neck, exposing his uncontrollable and troubled rushing mood.

Fangallo approached again, but when the tip of the nose was about to touch Zhuang Zhen ’s nose, he slightly turned his head, smiling at him, and continued, “As long as I want, your perception is my perception, your thoughts are my thoughts. , Your past is my past, your present is my present, and your future can also be my future. You have six senses, namely eye, nose, tongue, ear, body, Consciousness; and I have eight senses, in addition to the six senses, there is one more Mina consciousness and Alaya consciousness than you. You can only mobilize the body to understand the world, but I can mobilize all consciousness and even my consciousness To explore all the unknown. Everything in the world is my medium. “

Fangallo slowly moved back, and at the same time, the invisible and invisible magnetic field was fading. As a prey controlled by the magnetic field, this feeling was profound and mysterious, making Zhuang Zhen’s hair erected.

Fangallo opened his lips slightly, and said slowly: “People like me seem to be called by the outside world-psychics.”