Chapter 149:

Fangalo didn't work at all. In addition to picking up and dropping Xu Yiyang to school, the rest of the time was learning all kinds of knowledge. Sitting in a daze on the balcony in his spare time was such an interesting day. On this day, Van Victory, who had disappeared for a long time, even sent him two photos with the postscript "Thank you". He opened it and smiled suddenly.
The photo was taken on a yacht. Fan Kaixuan was wearing a loose white shirt. The buttons were not buttoned well, revealing a large piece of muscular chest. The skin was much tanned than before, and he looked very healthy and most striking. Still the smile on his face, so hearty and wanton, completely different from the calm and restraint of the past. He smiled at the camera, his eyes sparkling with joy, and the right hand holding the beer bottle wrapped around Ding Yu's neck, pulling the man into his arms. Ding Yu also wore a casual shirt, but it was black, and his skin was still so pale, but the shadows and fatigue that had always settled under his eyes disappeared completely, and his smile was more exaggerated than the scorching sun in the sky.
The two seemed to be talking and laughing, and they seemed to be making fun. The warm and intimate atmosphere almost flooded the photos and spread to the people watching them.
The other picture is the back view of the two standing on a reef. Ding Yu looked up at the boundless sea and sky, but Vatican triumphantly turned his head and stared at his face for a long time. 'S border ...
Van Gogh stared at the two photos for a long time, and could sense the love surrounding the two without expanding the magnetic field. They fell in love.
A smile lingered in Van Gogh's eyes for a long time. He didn't know how to respond, and he only sighed with satisfaction. When he was about to turn off the chat interface, Yang Shengfei sent a message with a very simple language: [Mr. Fan, the murderer caught it! According to the clues you provided, we have found personal and physical evidence! 】
Fangalo was about to say congratulations, and there was a lot of news sent over there very quickly.
[But the prosecution period has passed! Just passed this August! 】
[I ’m still one step late! 】
[He is very arrogant, but he refuses to do anything in the face of hard evidence, but tells me that the period of prosecution is over! 】
[He is torturing me on purpose! 】
[Vatican teacher, what is the law for? 】
[I have doubts about my work. 】
[Vatican teacher, I hate it! I want to kill him! 】
Fangallo wanted to persuade him to calm down, but his fingertips stayed on the screen of the mobile phone but he could not organize effective language for a long time. When he can't sense the other person's inner world, his ability is actually very limited. He is also an ordinary person who often feels helpless. There is nothing he can do about the law. He seems to be able to do even less. A simple consolation can't extinguish Yang Shengfei's raging anger. The blood of his loved ones must be repaid.
After thinking for a while, he habitually intercepted these messages and sent them to Dr. Song. I don't know when Dr. Song has become his exclusive psychological counselor, but he is completely unaware of this.
[This is trivial. ] Song Rui responded quickly and his tone was calm as usual. In his eyes, there seems to be no difference between easy and difficult things in the world, just depending on whether you want to do it or not.
[According to my assessment, the murderer's criminal tactics are very skilled, and he has experienced experience in handling criminal evidence. He has extremely strong anti-reconnaissance ability and high psychological quality. The death of Sister Yang Shengfei is by no means his first crime, nor his last. There must be other cases on his body. Just dig out these cases, and he thinks that "the prosecution period has passed" will not hold water at all, because there is no prosecution period for serial killings. No matter how long the time passes, the Public Prosecution Law will retain the right to prosecute him. 】
[You ask where Yang Shengfei is now, I will immediately go to help him interrogate the suspect. 】
Song Rui's message is like a lamp that guides the way, illuminating Van Gogh's eyes, and making his straight lips lift up a shallow arc. He immediately replied: [I will go with you. 】
Song Rui: [Good. No one knows how he smiled satisfactorily on the screen. After saying so much, he just wanted to take a trip with this person.
Fangallo sent a screenshot of his conversation with Dr. Song to Yang Shengfei and asked, "Where are you now?" 】
Yang Shengfei immediately answered: [Teacher Fan, thank you! We are now in Nanshi! At present, we can only detain him for twenty-four hours. Now that time has passed eighteen hours, you must hurry! 】 At this time, he can't care about any politeness, it is the key to quickly recruiting rescuers!
[Okay, Dr. Song and I came over immediately. 】 Van Gallo is like a porter, diligently transferring Yang Shengfei's chat screenshot to Dr. Song.
Song Rui: [I go to book a flight ticket, and later I will go to the school to meet Yang Yang, and we will take him there too. 】
Van Gogh who almost forgot to place Xu Yiyang blushed awkwardly. When he first started learning how to be a father, he often forgot to bring in this new role.
[Dr. Song, what should I do without you? ] He sent this sentence seriously, then went to the balcony, transferred the frog to a small fish tank, took a picture, and continued to ask: [Can it go with us? 】
Song Rui almost laughed when he saw the frog with bulging eyes in the photo, and sighed: [No, there is no corresponding quarantine procedures, it can't get on the plane. You can install it in a large fish tank with a complete ecological chain, which contains water, wetlands, vegetation, and of course insects, so that it can survive for a long time without your careful care. 】
[But I do n’t have a fish tank like that. ] Vanjaro typed his words tangled.
【I have got. 】 Song Rui turned around and made a video of the huge ecological chain fish tank he carefully prepared, and sent it to the young people. Afterwards, he naturally commanded: [Take care of things, bring your pet downstairs, and I will pick you up. Set up the frog first, then pick up Xu Yiyang, and then we set off. I have already bought the ticket. ] He handed another screenshot of ordering a ticket.
Van Gogh frowned puzzledly: [How did you buy it, I am about to send you my ID number. 】
【Did you forget it? How many times have you entered the Public Security Bureau? How many times have I read your identity information form? I can already remember your ID number. 】
Fangalo's old face was flushed, and once again sincerely sighed: [Dr. Song, you have friends, so you can ask for more! 】
Song Rui didn't reply any more words because he was holding his head and laughing lowly. I have no friends for this.

Van Gogh visited Dr. Song's home for the first time. This is a large flat-level apartment with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters. The space is very wide and the decoration is very elaborate. The three main colors of black, white and gray divide the room into many distinct areas. There are a gym, a study room, a meditation room, etc. Waiting, there is a huge fish tank that is five or six meters long and more than one meter high. There are shallow water borders, mossy wetlands, and daffodils and calla lilies. Flowerbeds and cluttered wild grasses.
Because the room was very quiet, Van Gaalo could even hear the low crickets coming from the fish tank. This glass tank that can be seen by humans at a glance is undoubtedly a complete world for frogs.
"I doubt it will be happy." Fangalao raised the small poor fish tank in his hand and joked: "The gap between rich and poor is too great."
"Then you will have to move this fish tank together when you come back. I originally planned to give it to you." Song Rui carried the suitcase in one hand and wrapped the hand around the young man's shoulder, both in tone and manner.
Van Gaal was already used to this kind of intimacy, and naturally reported on his next plan: "After a while, I will move back to the old house of the Fan family."
Song Rui had also attended a banquet in the Fanjia old house before, and said: "I remember there was an artificial garden. There was a pond dug in the garden, and a lot of lotus was planted. It should be more suitable for raising frogs. How luxurious is the glass jar? It ’s not as spacious as the outside world. "
"You're right, I thought about releasing it a long time ago. Although it can live peacefully for a long time under my eyelids, I think it is more willing to return to nature, even if it is only a day, it is also a victory A hundred years in prison. "
The last sentence of the young man with very pale sorrow and recollection was captured sharply by Song Rui. He carefully evaluated the sentence, and then his eyes gradually darkened. The outside world is better than a hundred years in prison, so you have been imprisoned too, right? So you like this frog so much because it is your microcosm in a sense.
Even though he never asked the youth's past, Song Rui's understanding of him has reached a very deep level. When looking at him, he used his heart, not his eyes.
The two took Xu Yiyang to Nanshi overnight, and when they arrived at Nanshi General Administration, the time had passed 21 hours, and the murderer would be released in three hours. Zhuang Zhen and Yang Shengfei, who were so hot in their eyes, hurried out of the listening room to meet the two.
"He has a tight mouth and refuses to admit anything. We have tried him for more than 20 hours in a row. He has always been this expression." Yang Shengfei gritted his teeth and stared at the murderer opposite the perspective mirror. Twenty years later, he is already in his fifties, but his body is still strong. A honest face with a clamshell mouth is the most difficult kind of suspect to deal with.
He wore a blue shirt and a pair of really good pants, and he wore black leather shoes. He was dressed very simply, and his appearance was unforgettable. Walking on the street, you will never look at him more, but you can draw the conclusion that he is an honest man through his kind-hearted face.
But an honest man will never kill, and he will not be able to hold the police for more than 20 hours of interrogation. If that case was an impulsive crime, and it was his only crime, then guilt would cause continuous torture for him, and his physical characteristics would not be as strong, dark, and strong as he is now.
"There must be other cases on him. You let the comrades inside come out and replace me and Van Gogh." Song Rui whispered.
"Good!" Yang Shengfei immediately ran to notify the people in the interrogation room.
Zhuang Zhen looked at Fangalore and said sincerely: "Thank you. The information you provided is correct, which allowed us to find the witness, material evidence and murderer. The skirt was kept by the girl's parents for 20 years. I did n’t dare to wash it, there was still Yang Shenglan ’s blood and the murderer ’s DNA.

"No need to thank you." Fangallo waved his hand.
Zhuang Zhen took a roll of things from his briefcase and said righteously: "This is my thanks for you."
"Troubled ..." After opening the gift, Fangallo's expression became inexhaustible.
Song Rui laughed with a fist against his lips.
If sorted according to the gift-giving rank, Song Rui was a post-doctoral graduate, then Zhuang Zhen must have never read it in kindergarten. The volume he sent was a pennant, a red background, and Jin Cancan words, from right to left. It says-Legal Guardian, Social Conscience.
Van Gogh stared at these eight words silently for a while, and actually smiled sincerely: "Thank you, I like this gift very much. People always have to defend something in the world."
Zhuang Zhen stared closely at his eyes and determined that he really liked it. The cold face finally softened. "Sorry, I used to misunderstand you. Everyone in the bureau said you are good, and I am also like this I think. "He seldom compliments people, and it is already the limit to achieve this level.
But Van Gogh's attitude made him relax completely. The other party gently nodded and thanked him. He didn't hold on to the past and did not feel proud. As the team members always proclaimed, the teacher is a respectable person. .
Yang Shengfei had returned after seeing the kung fu of the two. When he saw the banner, he felt like he was falling down: "Captain, did you really give it to Teacher Vatican? Let's not go back and think about it carefully? , You really ... "
Yang Shengfei's wailing was blocked by the door of the interrogation room. A reporter was staring at Van Gogh with curious and burning eyes, and he was obviously a loyal audience of The World of Strange People.
"Huh?" The murderer raised his hand to block the strong light, and squinted at Van Gogh, then knocked at the table and sneered: "You are the magical stick that is very capable of acting. I know you. You have been very hyped recently. The police even asked you to try me? Fortunately, I was just looking for someone to fortune tell. "He obviously didn't believe the spirit medium.
"Then let's help him count? Do you come first or I come first?" Song Rui raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man sitting beside him. This is the first time he has worked with young people, and he feels very fresh and happy. If working for the police is always the treatment, he may give them a life counselor.
"You come first." Fangallo made an invitation gesture.
"Okay, let me come first." Song Rui quickly glanced at all the information of the murderer provided by the Nanshi police, his eyes like a scanner, and aggregated one piece after another of the subtle but important information, said slowly: "Your childhood Very unpleasant. You are a child with very slow language development, which makes you suffer from ridicule and rejection by your peers. You are inferior and want to integrate into them, but you have no way to do it, so you gradually become a quiet, lonely person . "
The murderer looked at Song Rui expressionlessly, unmoved.
"People like you can't find beautiful girls willing to socialize with you. You can only hide in the corner and observe them secretly. When the night is quiet, you turn around for all kinds of bold and wild fantasies. They have become your deepest desire and yearning. There will be times when you are young, and you are no exception, but your first time failed, let me guess, that person is a personality worker? She should be much older than you, she ridiculed your incompetence. , Trampling your self-esteem, leaving you with deep pain and a shadow that you ca n’t erase for a lifetime. "
This is Song Rui's reasonable guess. The murderer's character is so lonely that he can't find another way to satisfy himself. He could only spend money, and his age at that time was doomed to pay much, and the quality of the service he bought was naturally the worst. He was divorced because the life was not in harmony. The woman who filed for divorce was a woman, which showed that he could not do that, but his medical report confirmed that he was very healthy. Most of the psychogenic abilities are caused by some unbearable encounters in childhood ...
With all the information gathered together, it is not difficult for Song Rui to guess his experiences in childhood, youth and even adulthood.
The murderer's cold eyes began to tremble slightly, and many painful fragments were stirred by these words, slowly rising from the depth of the foul smelling memory to the cerebral cortex. When he was staring at Song Rui, Fangallo had wrapped him in a magnetic field, receiving as many memory fragments as possible.
Dr. Song is the spear of Vanguard, piercing the hard shell of his prey, dragging their secrets out, and laying them out in his eyes, letting him glance at a glance. This kind of cooperation is undoubtedly much easier than his own induction, because he does not need to use the magnetic field to break through the murderer's defense, and firmly capture the soul of the other party.
The murderer apparently knew nothing about the invasion of Van Gogh, but stared straight at Song Rui.
Song Rui continued: "From that day on, your aversion and rejection of adult women has reached a peak. At the same time, your fantasy and desire for girls have deepened. The reason why you divorced your wife is because you hate her adulthood. Human body? You only like little girls. "
The murderer's eyes became darker and duller, and his fists could not help but accumulate. The picture of arguing and fighting with his wife all day swayed in his mind, making him irritable. That woman made him hate the bones of adult women!
Realizing his extremely depressed emotions, Song Rui's analysis suddenly ceased. He closed his eyes and quickly combed through all the information, and when he opened his eyes, he was absolutely decisive: "You not only like to fantasize young girls, you also like to fantasize adult women, especially the kind of spicy people who The epitome of the worker and your wife is a transfer of your hatred. There are two kinds of prey, which belong to both ends of the female group, and you have two motives, one is craving and the other is hatred. Sexually torture these two types of women to satisfy their fantasy! "
With only a deep and profound hatred unintentionally leaked in the murderer's eyes, Song Rui came to such a shocking conclusion. The police officer in charge of the transcript looked at him dumbstruckly, not knowing how to write.
More fragments of memory came up from the deep inside of the murderer's odorous foul heart, and were captured by Fangaro's large net. He closed his eyes slightly and whispered in a deep voice: "I saw that the first victim was a female, about eight or nine years old, and the body was buried ... The second victim, a female, was about thirty or forty years old, It ’s the girl ’s mother who came out looking for the missing daughter and was buried in ... The third victim, a female, was about twelve or three years old ... "
The reporter turned his head and looked at Van Gogh more jaw-droppingly. How are these conclusions drawn, is there a basis? Hey, hello, are the two of you really coming for interrogation, not telling stories?
"Go and find the body! Go!" Yang Shengfei pushed anxiously to the comrades standing beside him.
Zhuang Zhen has taken out his mobile phone to find friends who are working in the burial ground for help. He has a large number of contacts in the police force, which is enough for him to make the fastest response.
The police in Nanshi were standing still. In their view, this interrogation is not like an interrogation at all, but a unilateral performance by Fangallo and Song Rui, whose credibility is too low.
But the murderer obviously didn't think so. His eyes of hatred had instantly shifted from Song Rui to Fangalo, and his expression became more distorted, and he said, "How do you know? How do you know!" In the past, trying to attack Van Gogh, but his hands and feet were tortured on the interrogation chair.
He struggled and shouted: "Don't talk, you shut up! I didn't kill, I didn't kill at all!"
His response is enough to explain everything! It wasn't until this time that the police of the Nanshi General Administration suddenly awakened, and then quickly looked for new evidence. If this is really a serial murder case, and the number of victims is more than twenty, then the so-called prosecution period is a joke!