Criminal Minds Profile

Chapter 23

Back home, Song Yucheng had cleaned up the mess on the ground. The tiled floor was so smooth that people could be seen there, without any hair or dust.The trash can has also been turned upside down. It seems that Song Yucheng cleaned up the leftovers on the ground while cleaning up the house.

Diao Shuzhen often joked that if Song Yucheng committed a crime, the case would definitely not be solved. Without him, there would not be even a scrap of skin left at the crime scene, and the cleaning was too clean.

But at this time, Diao Shuzhen only felt unspeakable guilt and embarrassment.She returned to her bedroom, pulled out a medicine box under a pile of books, rummaged through it for a long time, and smiled when she saw an iron box the size of two coins.

She knocked on Song Yucheng's door, but the door was ajar. Diao Shuzhen didn't just break in as usual, but poked his head at the door.

"Come in." Song Yucheng was sitting on the edge of the bed. In the orange light, she let out her hair belt, and her long, waterfall-like hair slanted down, softly covering her back, very pretty.

Diao Shuzhen swallowed, feeling a little nervous, raised the small tin box in his hand, and stammered: "I want to apply burn ointment for you."

Song Yucheng was taken aback for a moment, looked down at his hands, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to tell the other party that there was no need for such trouble and that it had already been dealt with.But that little squirrel-like guy jumped in cautiously, but nimbly, and didn't give her any room to refuse.

The bed sank slightly, and it was Diao Shuzhen who sat up.She took Song Yucheng's hand naturally, and examined it carefully, her gaze was like a torch, as if she was unwilling to let go of any poor clues at the scene.

Song Yucheng seemed to be able to feel the fiery gaze, following her skin, knuckles, the white ends of her nails and the pink bloodshot part, all the way from the center to the end, from the outer skin to the subcutaneous.

That invisible gaze seemed to carry tangible heat, igniting Song Yucheng's skin inch by inch, she suddenly felt ashamed, and instinctively shook Diao Shuzhen's hand away to avoid her gaze.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Diao Shuzhen was startled, and softened his voice, "Did it hurt you?"

Song Yucheng's long hair covered her quietly flushed cheeks. She didn't know what to say, so she could only say "um" in a neutral manner.

"Sorry, sorry." Diao Shuzhen hurriedly apologized, her usual eloquence seemed to have disappeared at this moment, thin beads of sweat soaked on Diao Shuzhen's forehead, her mouth was dry, her heart beat faster, and her mind was a little bit dizzy Chaos is unclear.

I'd rather interrogate a serial killer than face Song Yucheng who was hurt because of me.Diao Shu was really crying in his heart, am I still the one who can do a job well among the flowers?

"Don't say sorry." Song Yucheng looked at Diao Shuzhen, and said doubtfully, "I was the one who didn't hold the bowl steady, and I took the main responsibility. It was only your fault that you opened the door so suddenly that you startled me. But there is no such rule Say the door must be opened slowly, so you have little responsibility."

Diao Shuzhen unscrewed the lid of the hard tin box, and the white ointment inside gave off a cool and stimulating smell, which lifted people's spirits.She half-kneeled on the ground, patiently dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, and gently applied it to the red spots on Song Yucheng's skin.

The almost transparent semi-moist paste had silvery water on Song Yucheng's fingertips, and Diao Shuzhen's unique cold fragrance lingered around Diao Shuzhen.A little heat rose on Diao Shuzhen's cheeks, she was a little distracted, and couldn't help thinking about it.The two have had a lot of contact at work, but their private lives are absolutely irrelevant.

Such a scene, such an action, seems a little too intimate, too ambiguous.

"Why don't you get angry?" Diao Shuzhen said, trying to break the weird atmosphere.Song Yucheng's answer just now seemed to be exaggerating or making trouble for no reason, but she knew that Song Yucheng really thought so.

"Why are you angry?" Song Yucheng said indifferently, his eyes drifted to the silently smiling skull on the bedside, his expression was as usual, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

Diao Shuzhen observed her expression almost instinctively, looking into her eyes.Song Yucheng was born with double pupils, and his irises were darker, his eyes looked more profound and unpredictable than ordinary people, like a deep well with no end in sight.

Cold and deep.On her snow-like complexion, it is difficult to see the common human beings, even if it is a fleeting micro-expression.

She is a cold and arrogant banished fairy, without the joy and anger of the mortal world.

In front of someone who loves you, you don't need to carefully guess her expression.

Diao Shu shuddered, restrained his mind, and smiled softly.

"Forget it, I lost to you." Diao Shuzhen said in a helpless tone, "Aren't you angry about anything? For example, you have a case and the corpses are scattered, and you have worked so hard to get it." You came to a conclusion. As a result, other people still questioned your autopsy results, won't you be dissatisfied?"

"There's nothing to be angry about." Song Yucheng said in a completely business-like tone, "If he's a superior and he takes full responsibility, it doesn't matter if I overthrow my conclusion; It’s fine for someone to re-examine. If it’s an irrelevant person, then he’s not a professional, and I don’t need to consider his opinion.”

"Come on, I'm just making an analogy." Diao Shuzhen supported his forehead and said, she looked at Song Yucheng helplessly, and the other party would give her a confused and innocent look.

"If your lover—"

"I have no lover."

"If, just if, if you once vowed to betray you with the love of your life, and you are with your good friend, would you be furious, wishing to kill this dog man and woman, dog man and man, or even a dog? Girls?"

Song Yucheng frowned and said, "The definition of being in love is that both parties love each other. If at a certain point in time, I still love each other, but the other party no longer loves me, this does not constitute the definition of my lover. Not a lover , then it’s not a betrayal. Similarly, I can’t control who an acquaintance or friend wants to be with.”

"It sounds like you're still the kind of idiot who would bless them." Diao Shuzhen said with a smile in his eyes, "I'm almost blinded by your selfless brilliance."

She stood up and rubbed her right knee to relieve the vague numbness.Looking down from the sixth floor, you can vaguely see the camphor tree standing under the dim streetlights, and the new green leaves reflect the light and are full of vitality.It was already late at night, and only a few windows were still lit.

"Hey, I'm talking about Song Yucheng." Diao Shuzhen said softly, "A person like you may be more suitable to be a criminal psychology profiler than me. You see, you are much more objective and calm than me, and I am always in the middle of the situation." In, entangled endlessly."

The biggest difference between her and Song Yucheng is this: to Song Yucheng, no matter how tragic the death of the deceased is, to her, it is a pile of inanimate objects, which has nothing to do with the dumpling pork sold in the market There is no need to pay extra emotional labor to make any difference.

But she is different.

She may never be able to simply see those people as the nameless so-and-so and so-and-so on the file.She has scrutinized their lives, scrutinized their psychology, and gained insight into their strongest desires and deepest fears.

In a sense, they seem to be another Diao Shuzhen, a Diao Shuzhen with different social, psychological and physical circumstances.

"No, it's impossible for me to become a criminal profiler." Song Yucheng interrupted Diao Shuzhen's meditation. The latter turned around and looked at her in surprise.

"I can't understand their logic." Song Yucheng's voice was cold, "If you kill another person, the price is that you will also be shot, so what's the point?"

Diao Shuzhen smiled and said nothing. Song Yucheng had her own logic, which was completely different from her own, but equally tenacious way of thinking.

"As for avenging your lover, that's more—"

Diao Shuzhen stared at Song Yucheng's pale lips, fearing that the wind would take away the soft words.

"Stupid. The last person in this world who will think about her is dead, so no one in this world will miss her anymore." Song Yucheng said seriously.

Diao Shu was stunned for a few seconds, as if he hadn't expected such an answer at all.

There is no answer for the light and long-lasting feelings, compared with the fierce feelings that do not hesitate to die or die.

"If someone kills the person I like, even if I am going to be shot dead on the spot, I will stab the enemy twice in the heart." Diao Shuzhen looked at Song Yucheng, smiled, showing a pair of sharp tiger teeth, "But you are like the kind of guy who arrests the murderer, and then brings a bouquet of white chrysanthemums every year on Ching Ming to go to his lover's grave in the drizzle. You will say who confessed to me again today, But it was rejected by me, what kind of case did I solve again, there were birds nesting on the money orange tree raised at home, and the little guy you raised and I grew up—"

She imitated Song Yucheng's tone and tone when speaking, vividly.Smiling and laughing, his eyes were a little sour, and a touch of moisture permeated up.

She said 'good night' to Song Yucheng, exited the door, and closed the door gently.

Song Yucheng sat alone under the lamp, looking at the injured hand for a long time.The ointment is moist, and the slender fingers appear crystal clear.A trace of coolness covered it, and I couldn't feel the scorching tingling sensation when the white fungus and lotus seed soup was sprinkled on my hands.

She recalled Diao Shuzhen's feeling when she stared at this hand, and her dark eyes became darker.

She suddenly remembered a joke about 100 million and 100 cents: to the effect that two elementary school students were together.Xiao Ming asked Xiao Gang, if you had [-] million, would you share it with me?Xiao Gang patted his chest and said, of course, we are brothers.Xiao Ming asked again, then you have fifty cents, can you lend me a bag of crispy noodles?Xiao Gang covered his pocket and said, that's no good, I happen to have fifty cents.

Diao Shuzhen's imaginary lover and betrayal, of course, she can answer objectively without emotion.

But when he saw Diao Shuzhen next to that strange woman, his expression was intimate.

Her heart was churning with some kind of emotion that she rarely experienced: a hot air rose from the tip of her heart, and the temperature of her face rose, she wanted to do something, otherwise the evil fire would burn her to death.

She was angry.

She clutched her chest, the heart that had been silent for a long time started beating inside it, like opening Pandora's box.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Diao Shuzhen's heart: Now it's just burn ointment, and behind it is hehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Song Yucheng thought: It's just a scald ointment, what is she excited about, living people are really unpredictable!