Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Psychopathy

There was a weird smell in the humid air, and the dim yellow light was on in the extremely stuffy basement, and it was unclear whether it was day or night outside.The sound of "clanging" sounded all around, it was the collision of iron shackles, listening quietly, and there was also the sound of "rusting", weakly struggling. clatter!clatter!A footstep came down, scanned the surroundings, and walked in front of a woman who was tied up. The woman who was tied up made a "hmm" sound when she saw the person coming down, and moved a few times, but her hands and feet were tightly bound.It seemed that he wanted to say something to the person in front of him, but his mouth was sealed with tape, so he couldn't utter a sound.

The person who came over showed a smile on his face, and put aside the bowl of porridge in his hand. The bound woman looked at the porridge on the ground, and moved back along the wall.The man stretched out his hand to touch her face, and said softly, "Good boy! Don't be afraid, it's not for you to eat, it's not poisonous, little beauty." The woman's figure and skin are very coquettish. The man stroked her from the neck to her chest and rubbed vigorously. The woman moved to the corner of the wall and struggled.The man suddenly slapped the woman and cursed: "Stinky bitch, aren't you very lewd?"

Tears flowed from the corners of the bound woman's eyes, her chest trembled in grief, she lowered her head, and let out a small cry. The man turned his head to look at the other side of the basement, and there was a weak man reclining in a large iron cage with his eyes closed. "Play dead!" the man said angrily, and dragged the bound woman to the iron cage, opened the iron cage, kicked the woman in, and the man in the iron cage opened his eyes slightly to see , the bony body did not move. The man said to the bony man, "Your prey." The man was indifferent, he glanced at the bound beautiful woman who came in, and then at the devil outside the iron cage.

The devil smiled, turned around, took the bowl on the ground, and said to the man, "Do you want to eat?" The man immediately got up, panting heavily, looked at the bowl in the man's hand from the iron cage, and gasped, "Give it to me, give it to me quickly." The man shook the bowl in front of the man, walked to the side of the bound woman, the man crawled over there again, the man pointed at the woman and said: "Go to her first, and then I will give you food, or else , just be hungry." The man turned his head and looked straight at the bound woman. The woman shook her head vigorously when she saw the wolfishness in the man's eyes.The person next to him urged: "This is not a virgin, a slut like a whore, a woman who can prostitute for money and fame, don't worry about moral guilt, come on?"

The man jumped on him and tore off the woman's clothes, like an eager wolf biting its prey. Under the torment of hunger, few people can keep the bottom line of morality, only the flesh, that is, animal nature. The man was copulating feebly, and his ups and downs were quite slow, but his skinny hands trembled faster, grasping the smooth skin tremblingly, he was so hungry that he really wanted to take a bite of the woman's tenderness of meat. Lustful laughter came from the side from time to time, cursing the woman who was struggling in the iron cage. The tape was tightly pasted, making her unable to speak or cry out, tears streaming down her face.

The man walked up to the woman and said obscenely: "You want to talk, I'll let you talk." what!The man violently tore the tape off the woman's mouth, the tape tore her flesh, and she screamed in pain.Afterwards, gasping for breath, he shouted for help and wept bitterly. The shouting gradually weakened and turned into a slow moan, following the rhythm of the scrawny man. The man then put the tape back on, slapped the woman hard on the face and said, "Is it comfortable, baby? Shout out, bitch, no one here will hear you. If you feel comfortable, just shout." The skinny man finally moved a few times, and lay down limply, uttering words with dry lips: "Water, give me food, food!"

The man walked up to the skinny man and said sarcastically, "You've worked hard, don't worry, I won't let you die right away." Then, he put the bowl of gruel in front of him from the side, and watched Watching him gobble it up, he happily said: "Why are you in such a hurry, I forgot to tell you, there is Viagra in it, so you are getting thinner and thinner now." The skinny man wanted to throw the bowl down, but he couldn't, and leaned sadly in the iron cage, like a dead body. The man dragged the abused woman out of the iron cage, tied it to a wooden board, found an ax and a black plastic bag in the basement where the tools were stacked, looked back at the woman on the wooden board and said: " You will soon be the fourth dead!"

The man then put aside the ax and plastic strap, which were used in the murder, checked the time, turned and left the basement. At this time, it was already five or six o'clock in the afternoon outside, which was the rush hour for getting off work. The sun was not so strong, but it was still sultry.Zhao Jian usually takes the bus back home, but today is different, or these days will be different, because he was worried about Mo Xiaoyi, he took a taxi back to his residence. Although Mo Xiaoyi was a little dumbfounded after this happened, Zhao Jian didn't despise her, but cared more about her.He wanted to use his care to influence Mo Xiaoyi and make Mo Xiaoyi accept his love. Young people are always full of enthusiasm and passion, and they are very persistent and persistent in love.

In addition, Zhao Jian is very interested in this current case that is causing a sensation in the city. In fact, everyone is very interested, but Zhao Jian is particularly concerned.During the whole working time, he was thinking about the blog post and the murderer in his mind, thinking about a lot of messy things. Anyway, because his salary is relatively low, his work is quite leisurely. Before returning to his residence, Zhao Jian went to the supermarket to buy some snacks, in case Mo Xiaoyi would keep his mouth idle while watching TV, lest she think about those unpleasant things, so he seemed very considerate.

However, when Zhao Jian went up with his things, he heard someone crying in Mo Xiaoyi's room, and then there was a quarrel, two women's voices. Zhao Jian was hesitating whether to knock on the door to enter, but the door opened with a bang, and an angry woman rushed out, shouting a few words, which startled Zhao Jian. After he entered the door, he saw that Mo Xiaoyi was crying like a tearful person, and his body was trembling slightly. Zhao Jian felt a heavy sense of pity, and asked Mo Xiaoyi, "Who is that person?" Mo Xiaoyi replied in a trembling voice: "My mother."

Oh, Zhao Jian understood, it was he who called Mo Xiaoyi's family in the morning to inform Mo Xiaoyi's situation, but unexpectedly made the situation worse. "I just don't want to have an abortion, I just don't want to have an abortion." Mo Xiaoyi suddenly muttered to herself. "Don't cry." Zhao Jian immediately sat down and wiped her tears. He saw Mo Xiaoyi's expression was numb, and there was a faint hatred in his eyes.Zhao Jian thought about it and felt that Mo Xiaoyi's condition was a little serious, so he decided to take her to see a psychiatrist.This kind of mental illness is not as severe as a cold. The next morning, the air was very stuffy and there was no wind. Zhao Jian asked for leave from the company and took Mo Xiaoyi to see a psychologist.Judging from Mo Xiaoyi's expression, it was obvious that his heart had been severely hit. What kind of blow would cause this? The psychiatrist made a preliminary diagnosis, and said to Zhao Jian in a gloomy tone: "It's not too serious. Due to excessive psychological pressure, the patient's psychological endurance is poor. In addition, her boyfriend's murder caused her psychological resistance. Lock yourself up." "Closed?" "For example, it's like sieging a city. There is an outside force that thinks she is a murderer, but the inner force thinks that she is not a murderer. Then the inner force will definitely close the city gate and resist the attack of the outside force. This is to close the city. .” Zhao Jian seemed to understand that a devil was pushing the door outside, and he closed the door and pushed inside, surrounded by black smoke. "Then how to treat it?" The psychiatrist wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhao Jian, saying: "Take this medicine, pay attention to recuperation, don't stimulate it, it will gradually recover, and slowly guide her to realize that she is not the murderer. Once the murderer is caught, her knot will be broken." It will also open slowly." "Doctor, if the murderer is caught, it will be good for the patient's psychology." The doctor's order made Zhao Jian suddenly have an idea. "Yes, it can play a great enlightening role." Zhao Jian nodded and went to prescribe the medicine with the prescription. He was still very surprised that the psychiatrist also prescribed the medicine.Traditionally, psychiatrists should be enlightenment and hypnosis.He took the medicine, carefully read the instructions, the daily dosage, and then took Mo Xiaoyi back. When she got off the taxi, Mo Xiaoyi suddenly stopped, looked at a woman coming from a distance, and said, "Her." Zhao Jian looked at Mo Xiaoyi suspiciously, and then at the woman who walked over, wearing a long skirt, in her forties, with a familiar face. The woman greeted them immediately when she saw them: "Why are you? What a coincidence." Mo Xiaoyi smiled but did not speak.Zhao Jian remembered that he had met the wife of a deceased man at the police station. "Do you live near here?" Shen Xuemei asked again. "Well, it's right in front." Zhao Jian answered while looking at the black plastic bag in her hand. "I'm here to buy some food." "Oh." Zhao Jian was puzzled. Is there no food to buy where she lives?Why come here, this black plastic belt exudes a fishy smell. "My daughter wants to eat pork liver. My vegetable market over there is sold out, so I came here to buy it. I didn't expect to meet you." "Well, why don't you sit with me?" "No, I'll have a chance in the future. I'm going back to wash this thing now. It's hot and it's easy to break." "Goodbye." Zhao Jian watched Shen Xuemei leave, wondering if the black plastic bag contained pig liver?There was a shadow in my heart, but this woman was quite enthusiastic. "What are you going to eat today?" Mo Xiaoyi asked suddenly, looking at Zhao Jian pleasantly. "What do you want to eat?" "You think about buying it, let's see if you have the heart." Mo Xiaoyi smiled, but her eyes were still dull.Zhao Jian sent Mo Xiaoyi back, and then ran out to buy food. He could have eaten outside, but Zhao Jian was afraid that Mo Xiaoyi's psychology would be affected. The doctor suggested that it is best to be quiet. The road and restaurants are so noisy. Be at ease. After eating, Zhao Jian coaxed Mo Xiaoyi to take the medicine according to the instructions, and Mo Xiaoyi slowly fell asleep while lying on the bed.Zhao Jian came out quietly, closed the bedroom door on tiptoe, went back to his apartment, turned on the TV, and checked the news about the murderer, thinking about the words the doctor said, "Grasp the murderer's mentality towards Mo Xiaoyi." helpful". He has a very strange idea, to solve the case and catch the murderer by himself.Maybe it was inspired by the civilian detective in the movie, or maybe life is too ordinary and needs some stimulation. The most important thing is that he wants to show his masculine qualities in front of Mo Xiaoyi and win the girl's gratitude and favor. In addition, this case also attracted him deeply, as if there was a magical power calling him to explore the mystery.In fact, he was not the only one who attracted the interest of many people. Many people were interested in the answer. To put it bluntly, who is the murderer? At noon, there was a program on the local TV station, which was talking about this serial murder case, and invited different guests to analyze the case. In the past few days, people in this city have to watch this show almost every day. Many people don't know that they are actually trapped in a mystery novel. The guests are explaining the murders that enveloped the city. Wandering around, all are prey in the forest. Zhao Jian took a sip of iced black tea. He felt thirsty and tired after lunch, but he focused on watching today's program on the TV screen.The guest is a famous mystery writer named Han Tieshan, who recently published a new book.Zhao Jian first felt that he was using this program to promote his work and advertise.However, guest Han Tieshan's analysis of the case resonated with Zhao Jian. What the murderer imitated was a mystery novel. Perhaps as a writer of mystery novels, he could better understand the mind of the murderer, Zhao Jian thought so. The host on the TV asked: "Mr. Han, you are a writer of suspenseful mystery novels, and your works are very popular. Now this murderer is imitating mystery novels to commit crimes. Are you worried that the government and the publishing bureau will increase restrictions on the publication of mystery novels?" ? Is it possible that mystery novels will no longer be published?" The guest Han Tieshan shook his head and replied: "No, if the relevant parties are worried about affecting the society, then the chemistry class in the school should not be taught, because the students will make explosives because of this; the medicine major should not be taught, because the students will prepare poison because of it. , the problem is not in the novel itself, the crime process of the mystery novel is difficult to imitate, because the environment provided by the novel cannot be copied. In addition, committing crimes in reality is not as difficult to solve as in the novel, the novel is a virtual world The problem with this serial murder now lies in the people. The murderer has the idea of ​​a crime and can use any means to commit the crime. The murderer is only superficially disguised to imitate the general content of the novel, as if wearing some kind of clothes, which means it is not a novel at all. Influencing and guiding the murderer to commit a crime is caused by the murderer's own criminal psychology and high IQ." "Well, what Writer Han said is very reasonable. The murderer is indeed a high IQ. Then, Mr. Han, whose novel or knowledge do you think the murderer will imitate next to commit crimes?" The TV screen turned to the guest Han Tieshan. Han Tieshan combed the hair on his head with his hands and said: "Only the murderer knows what the murderer will think next. Since he claims to commit the crime according to the nursery rhyme, he will definitely find a way that matches the nursery rhyme. However, Everyone may care too much about the details of the murderer’s imitation of the novel. In fact, this is precisely the technique used by the murderer to conceal his real purpose. As I said just now, the murderer can use any method to commit the crime, not just for the fun of imitating the novel, nor just for the sake of Punishment of crimes may be a cover-up for the murderer. The murderer must have his own motives for killing. People are emotional animals, and it is impossible to be born as a murderous beast. They must have been stimulated to kill. For fun, or to eradicate evil, it is bound to start with familiar or related people to vent one's emotions." "Oh, so the person who has been in contact with the murderer is the most dangerous?" The host used a strange tone to scare the audience. "That's not necessarily the case. Judging from the murderer's blog post, the murderer has already selected most of his targets." "Well, the murderer is very rampant, including a policeman who was also selected as his target. Today, thank you Writer Han for being a guest. We will talk tomorrow. I also hope that readers who like Writer Han's works will attend the signing event tomorrow afternoon." The show was over, and it was time for commercials. Zhao Jian didn't change the channel, and just pondered over it for a long time, lost in thought.That's right, no one in this world is born ready to kill, the murderer must have the unique psychology of the murderer, which must be well-founded and can be analyzed.If you can analyze the murderer's psychological motivation, it is equivalent to catching the murderer by the tail, and you can easily catch the murderer. Zhao Jian came up with this idea probably because he watched too many movies and was affected. In movies, the murderer is often found by grasping the psychology of the murderer. This is a way of expression, how can it be so simple, everyone is not so simple . However, this author's analysis is much more reasonable than the explanations of the previous guests. It is not like empty talk. This makes Zhao Jian more confident in catching the murderer. He will analyze it carefully and see what the author said tomorrow. Double reference , The murderer must be caught. Zhao Jian went downstairs and returned to Mo Xiaoyi's room. Mo Xiaoyi was still asleep, so he sneaked out again to buy some novels related to the murderer's imitation. Xiaoyi lifted this psychological barrier. In the past few days, mystery novels in bookstores across the city have been selling extremely well, especially works by Agatha Christie and Stephen King, even those that have been in stock for many years have been sold out. Most people buy books because of this sensational serial murder The murderer in the murder case imitated the murder of a mystery novel, which aroused people's strong interest in this aspect. Many people followed the current affairs media's propaganda to buy books and read, and this case undoubtedly did a lot of publicity. Perhaps Agatha . Christie and Stephen King should be thankful for this killer. However, it is undeniable that people have the idea of ​​worrying about their own safety. Some people think that if they understand the plots of these mystery novels, as long as their environment does not fall into the same plots, they will not become the target of the murderer, such as If he didn't have an affair and play that kind of sex game, Sun Lin's father wouldn't be the third victim the murderer wanted to kill. People think so, but the murderer doesn't think so, because escaping doesn't mean you don't have a crime, and if you have a crime, you may be the next dead. Liu Tianming, the captain of the criminal police team, is also worried. He doesn’t know what the murderer will do next. Although the murderer’s next step is to use an ax to kill people, it’s hard to find clues just by knowing how to kill with an axe. The nursery rhyme from ", when he killed Sun Lin's father, he imitated Stephen King's novel at the same time, the murderer must be more and more interested in imitating. However, I haven't read these mystery novels myself. This question is rather worrying. I can't analyze it without knowing the content of the novel. Liu Tianming called in a colleague from the criminal police team who liked to read mystery novels. He was nicknamed Scholar because he usually loved reading.Liu Tianming asked: "Let me ask you, have you read the works of the author who wrote "The Strange Case of the Lonely Island" and the author who wrote it?" The criminal policeman smiled and said, "No, how can I see so much?" "A lot? How many copies are there?" "There are not many novels by Stephen King, but there are probably many works by the Queen of Mystery, Agatha Christie." "Go all out, and buy as many as you can." Liu Tianming thought to himself, it's those books, read them all, analyze the connections among them, and definitely find the murderer. However, when several people moved piles of books into his office, he realized the arduousness of this task. He remembered the scene of receiving textbooks in school when he was in school, and these books are probably also available now. It's a grade class.Normally, Liu Tianming didn't read much, but read newspapers at most. Such a pile of books would take a month to read, and the murderer himself would have closed the case by then. Liu Tianming leaned on the chair, looked at the pile of books and worried, don't read it, and don't know what tricks the murderer will play, go read it, can you finish it in the year of the monkey?After thinking about it for a long time, he finally came up with an idea. He called all his administrative colleagues in, each took a copy to read, and then told him the content after reading. Wouldn’t it be faster?These mystery novels can be finished in five or six days. Zhao Jian went to several bookstores, but he didn't see the few novels that the murderer imitated, so he bought a few novels by Agatha Christie. Since there were too many, he picked them at random, there were, etc. He hurried back, and when he went back, Mo Xiaoyi hadn't woken up yet.So, he read that book on the sofa. At the beginning of the book, an old policeman met an old lady on the train to London on his way back to his hometown.She said that she was going to Scotland to report a serial murder case, and that the murderer was someone who would not be suspected. She detected the murderous intent from this person's eyes. In order to prevent the murderer from murdering the next person, Dr. Humbleby, she Decided to call the police.The policeman thought the old lady was joking, mentally ill, and cranky.But a strange thing happened, the old lady accidentally died in a car accident on the way to the police, and then a news of the death was published in the newspaper, and the deceased was the doctor Humbleby that the old lady said. The plot of this novel is exactly the type of serial murder in a small town, which fits the feeling of serial murder now.Looking at the book, Zhao Jian couldn't help but have many thoughts in his mind—is the person who is not suspected a murderer?Can you see murder in your eyes? "Zhao Jian, what are you doing?" Mo Xiaoyi got up, walked over and asked. "Oh, you're up, I'm reading a book." Zhao Jian quickly stood up and hid the book aside, because the title of this book has the word "murder", which will affect Mo Xiaoyi's emotions. "What book are you reading?" "It's nothing, it's just that kind of fantasy novel, you don't read it." "Well, what time is it?" Mo Xiaoyi was still thinking clearly at this moment. Zhao Jian looked at the time on his phone. It was already past four o'clock, and the words "killer" and "murderer" were still floating in his mind. Mo Xiaoyi turned on the TV. Fortunately, there were no reports of those cases at this time. A movie called "The Sinking of Japan" was playing on the screen. It was a shocking movie about the sinking of the Japanese island. "It's pretty good. It's a classic Japanese movie. I've even read the book." Zhao Jian sat down with Mo Xiaoyi to watch it, and handed her the melon seeds. The two leaned shoulder to shoulder, eating snacks, watching The TV looks very casual and relaxed. When it was almost six o'clock, Zhao Jian went out to buy dinner, including poached eggs, bean pods, chicken wings, tomatoes, etc.Now there are many restaurants outside, with a lot of dishes, and they are not expensive.After the two of them finished eating, Zhao Jian packed up again, like a nanny. "A model man!" Mo Xiaoyi said to Zhao Jian while sitting on the sofa watching TV. It was a very pleasant day. Mo Xiaoyi said that she would watch "A Date with Luyu" before going to bed. As a result, the show didn't air until nine o'clock. It turned out that the show had been rescheduled.Due to taking sleeping pills, Mo Xiaoyi felt a little drowsy, lazily leaning on the sofa, her eyes blurred. "Go to sleep." Zhao Jian gently pushed her. Mo Xiaoyi opened her hazy eyes to look at Zhao Jian, and said weakly, "I can't get up, I don't have the strength, why don't you carry me to the bed?" Zhao Jian picked up Mo Xiaoyi like a fluffy cat, slowly put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt.Mo Xiaoyi seemed to have fallen asleep, Zhao Jian looked at it for a while, and then returned to the living room with a smile on his face, reminiscing about Mo Xiaoyi's cute sleeping appearance, maybe it was because he was intoxicated, or maybe he finally got what he wanted in his heart. want to feel. He sat on the sofa, turned on the computer, clicked on the murderer's blog, got up and turned off the lights, and the only light in the living room was the computer screen.Suddenly, Zhao Jian stood stunned, as if he heard something. The light in the living room went dark, and he was startled. He sat back on the sofa again, looked at the computer screen, and quietly waited for the murderer to post a new killing blog post.Zhao Jian thought that the murderer published a murder blog post before committing the crime, and then committed the crime.As long as the blog post appears, you can know where the murderer went to commit the crime, and you can rush to the scene to catch the murderer. However, I haven't seen a blog post for a long time, and it has been two or three days since the last case. Perhaps the murderer stopped committing crimes for the time being to avoid the limelight. The night gradually fell silent, the light of the computer screen scattered coldly in the living room, unknown things were hidden in the surrounding darkness, and the page of the murderer's blog never jumped. Boom!Boom! The clear and rhythmic voice in the corridor came from outside the anti-theft door, as if trembling in my heart.Zhao Jian listened hazily, wondering who it could be at this late hour, gloomy and ethereal, it couldn't be a Chinese ghost story. Out of curiosity, he got up and went to open the door to have a look. The corridor was quiet, there was no sound, and there was no one. It was strange!He turned around and closed the door, and was about to return to the sofa, when the door suddenly opened slowly, squeak!When he turned around, the door stopped, and there was silence outside the half-open door. "Who is it!" He walked over, opened the door, and leaned over to look. "Are you looking for me?" There was a hollow voice in the corridor, and a woman with loose hair suddenly floated in front of him. "Xiao Yi." The woman brushed her hair back, revealing her pale face. Zhao Jian recognized Mo Xiaoyi at a glance. It was so late, why was she outside. Mo Xiaoyi's eyes turned from numb to treacherous, she grinned, raised a bowl in her hand, which contained a black liquid with a fishy smell, stretched it towards Zhao Jian, and said hoarsely, "Don't you like me?" ? Come, drink it, drink it and you will be punished." "No, I won't drink it." Zhao Jian knew that it was the drug that poisoned those people, and wanted to avoid it, but found that he couldn't move. "Drink, drink!" Zhao Jian woke up with a start, opened his eyes suddenly, the surrounding was silent, and there was no sound outside the anti-theft door. It turned out to be a dream.He took a deep breath, and the panic in his heart had not dissipated. He looked at the laptop on the table beside him. He had fallen asleep and was about to sit up and press the keys of the laptop. Suddenly, there was a scent in his nose, and a figure stood beside the sofa, judging by the moonlight coming in from the window, the other person had been staring at him. what!Zhao Jian was so frightened that he couldn't help but fell from the sofa to the ground and asked, "Who!" The body didn't answer right away, it moved a little, still staring at Zhao Jian, and slowly made a pitiful voice: "I didn't kill anyone, I'm not a murderer." "Xiaoyi!" Zhao Jian got up from the ground, recognized Mo Xiaoyi's voice, turned on the light in the living room quickly, and saw Mo Xiaoyi standing there expressionless, with a very fragile expression. Zhao Jian helped her sit on the sofa, stroked her hair, and asked gently: "It's midnight, what are you doing up?" Mo Xiaoyi looked at Zhao Jian and said excitedly, "I'm really not the murderer!" Zhao Jian hugged her and whispered in her ear: "I know you are not, well, don't think about it."