Of course, Gu Jianlin’s profile revealed more than just that.

For example, when he completed the preliminary profile and went to see the woman, he actually saw a hot and sexy pole dancer, the colorful lights in the nightclub, the excited and cheering audience, and even

Hear exciting music.

Thousands of clues build up the phantom of the past.

He is like a ghostly spectator, quietly sneaking into a person's past and peeking into her life.

It seems illusory, but it is so real.

This is the truest look of this woman.

24 years old, pole dancer.

Marry well.

Dad once said that as long as anyone exists, he will definitely leave traces.

When these traces are put together, it is a person's other face, which is also his most real appearance, just like being naked.

If Gu Jianlin continues to observe, he can get a more complete profile.

It's a pity that he couldn't explain the scene he saw to others.

It sounds too bizarre, more like an illusion.

No one would believe him when he said it, but people would think of him as a lunatic.

"Xiao Gu, are you hallucinating again?"

Zhou Ze's words interrupted the young man's thinking.

Gu Jianlin just came back to his senses, and the wind and rain fell on him again, bringing with it the slightest chill.

The colorful nightclub disappeared, the steel pipes and women on the stage, and the audience below the stage all disappeared without a trace.

The woman in front of the tombstone is still crying. She is crying really hard. It can be said that her acting skills are top-notch.

"No, I just said it casually."

Gu Jianlin smiled silently.

Unlike that hypocritical woman, the three detectives in his eyes were sincere, showing expressions of sadness and regret.

Although I think he is mentally ill, they are all dedicated and reliable public officials, and they are so busy at work. It is really sincere to take time out to pay homage to my father.

"Isn't this really an illusion?"

Zhou Ze glanced at him suspiciously and reminded: "You must listen to the doctor and take your medicine on time. These post-traumatic stress syndrome disorders are not trivial... After all, the college entrance examination is in two months."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhou, I'm much better."

Gu Jianlin didn't know how to explain, so he could only take out a wet wipe, wipe the tombstone, and change the topic.

The gap between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and pigs.

They are all human beings, and dad’s profile is authority and an important reference for helping solve crimes.

The profile of my son was post-traumatic stress, and he would only be recommended to see a doctor.

My father is a psychology major, an honorary professor at Fengcheng University, and a profiler hired by the police department. What I am most proud of in this life is probably his achievements in the specialized field.

Back then, this man fired his first shot with profiling. Right after graduating from college, he helped the police department solve several major cases. It is said that even if it is a crime scene that has been deliberately covered up, he can reconstruct it alone.

Simulate the murderer's behavioral logic. Sometimes, without the help of a forensic doctor, you can tell the cause of death and recent experiences of the deceased just by looking at the corpse.

The most outrageous rumor is that Dad can get close to the murderer by talking to the corpse and imagining himself as the deceased.

Gu Jianlin thought this was cool when he was a child, and he pestered his father to teach him, but he didn't know if he was too stupid. He couldn't learn profiling until his father passed away.

However, since he experienced the car accident four months ago, he was suddenly able to do it.

From then on, the real world appeared in front of his eyes.

At first, Gu Jianlin thought that he had injured his brain in a car accident and accidentally stimulated the evolution of the brain. However, when he expressed this idea, adults suggested that he go to a psychiatrist to have his brain examined.
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Gu Jianlin wondered if his father would have that immersive, hallucinatory scene when he used profiling.

So he never tried to defend himself.

"Okay, I still have cases to deal with here, so I have to leave first."

Zhou Ze was silent for a while and said: "Don't think too much about your father's affairs. I know you have tried your best. But people have to learn to look forward. The case will be closed tomorrow. Remember to come to the Public Security Bureau and sign your signature.

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Gu Jianlin wiped the tombstone for a moment, then wiped harder: "I know, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He didn't expect the young man to be so cheerful this time, and asked again: "Shall I drive you back?"

"No, thank you."

Gu Jianlin smiled and said: "My home is not far away, I just want to take a walk back, just to relax."

The polished tombstone reflected the boy's pale and weak profile.

The black Mercedes-Benz is driving on the foggy road.

"It's not easy for this kid."

The young detective drove the car and sighed with emotion: "I feel like he is almost unable to hold on, just like a paper man... Is it really okay for him to go back like that?"

Another detective said: "Don't worry, Xiao Zhang, that child is not as fragile as you think. When he was just discharged from the hospital, he ran to our police station every two days. I heard from the teacher at the school that he still climbed out of the wall.

The wall is three and a half meters long, and I have a hard time climbing it."

Xiao Zhang shrugged and muttered: "How can it be the same? At that time, he was still breathing. But looking at him today, his mental state is much more stable than before."

Zhou Ze sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes to relax, and sighed.

"The child's parents divorced when he was very young, and he has been living with you, Professor Gu, since he was a child. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a thing? However, this child is lucky to survive such a serious car accident."<

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He took out a tablet computer from his briefcase and clicked on a picture.

It was the scene of a car accident on the highway. A large truck and a car collided. The latter was almost flattened and was emitting thick smoke.

He thought for a while and clicked on another video.

It was a hospital bed, and the pale boy sat there like a ghost, his eyes blank.

A detective sat in front of him and asked gently: "Do you remember what happened that day?"

"That day my father came back from a business trip overseas and said he would take me back to my hometown to celebrate the New Year."

"Then what? What do you remember?"

"Well...Dad was in a hurry that day. Something seemed to happen. I remember we got on the viaduct."

"Then you collided with the truck and had a car accident."

"No, that was not a car accident."

"Why did you say it wasn't a car accident?"

"Because I saw the murderer."

"However, there was no other person in the footage displayed by the surveillance. The driver of the truck also died on the spot."

"No, there is really someone. I must have seen it. Believe me, there is really someone."

"But..."

"Please believe me! I can profile! I can draw that person's face!"

The final video frame freezes at the moment when the boy suddenly growls, like an angry little beast.

Zhou Ze's impression of this child has always been that he was polite, gentle and calm.

I have never seen him look so glum.

Perhaps when losing the most important thing, everyone will become less like himself.

"Since he is willing to come to the Sheriff's Department to confirm his signature, he must have accepted the reality, right? The doctor said at the beginning that he fantasized about a murderer because he didn't want to believe that his father was dead." Xiao opened the car and said casually.

"But I'm a little curious, what exactly did he profile? What if it's true?" Another detective said.

Xiao Zhang pouted: "Are you questioning the surveillance? Or are you questioning our IQ?"

Zhou Ze took out a piece of yellowed paper from his pocket and unfolded it silently: "Do you think the so-called murderer could be this thing?"

On the yellowed paper, there were twisted deformities drawn with colored pens.

It's not even a human, but a strange bird with nine heads, and on each bird's head is a ferocious human face.

Zhou Ze checked this thing afterwards and found that it came from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and had names like ghost chariot, ghost bird, and nine-headed bird.

Of course, the ghost cars in serious fairy tales do not have human faces on their bird heads.

Based on this consideration, he could only understand that the child really had post-traumatic stress disorder.
To be continued...