Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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Fu Jiang got out of the off-road vehicle and handed me the ID card. Collection ~

"I don't expect to get anything in the sheriff's mouth," she said.

Jung did not deny it. In fact, everyone knows that if the situation is true, the other party will be able to suppress the case for ten years, of course, they have been fully prepared. It is not a day or two to find a breakthrough, but Jung did not put all hope on the sheriff.

"It is destined to happen or it will happen. We just need to do our part, and the next step is to wait." Jung said nonchalantly. "Don't forget that the Eight Scenes are Prophets."

The prophecy's predictions are by no means untargeted. She said that we must pay close attention to what is happening around the sergeant, and then there will certainly be enough clues around the sergeant to turn things around.

"As the saying goes, the drunkard does not mean wine." Pan laughed.

The scale of the small town police station is not large, and you can get a panoramic view of the pattern in the hall after entering the door. Near the right side of the main entrance is the front desk. A female police officer is organizing the visitor's files. The sides of the straight corridor are offices. You can see the young policemen coming and going directly from the glass window, but the look is not very busy There are several old policemen sitting leisurely at a desk drinking coffee and chatting.

It's just a small town in the suburbs. It's no excuse for not having a big case. Everyone is accustomed to earning a leisurely salary, and it doesn't seem to be motivated. However, as a result, the sheriff's efforts in the case are difficult to detect.

She noticed that there was a shadow around her, and the policewoman at the front desk turned her head. She might think that the visitor was just an ordinary citizen like she used to be in the past. As a result, she was shocked by Jung's momentum. Jung was once the undisputed elite of the police leadership. He has been straight-faced, plain and serious. As a result, the policewoman stared at her for a while.

Jung gave a false cough, the policewoman stood up in a panic, accidentally touched the pen on the table, and the chair was knocked open by a violent movement.

"Please, may I ask, are you ..." Before she finished, Jung made the point clear.

"We are investigators of the Behavior Analysis Department of the Intelligence Bureau. We are here to conduct investigations. Is your sergeant there?" Jung showed the document to the other party. Although she was a little caught by surprise, the policewoman looked at the document carefully.

"Oh, oh. Okay, the Sergeant is in the office. I will take you there." She recovered and walked out of the counter nervously, quickly leading us towards the Sheriff's office.

Many police officers passing by astounded a strange sight on us along the way, and after passing by us, we whispered behind us with some surprise. When passing by the police officer's office, the sense of attention was even stronger. I obviously saw several old policemen frowning and scratching their sides unnaturally.

Do they know something? I noticed that the police nodded to them insignificantly. But maybe it's just ordinary mutual ventilation, and everyone is curious.

The glass windows of the sheriff's office did not draw down the blinds. Sergeant Engels was working at his desk. As shown in the data, he was a middle-aged man nearly fifty years old. He was lean, wearing a dark suit, and the hair on the forehead and the top of the head fell out. It was a little bright in the sun. He doesn't look like he's accumulating merit on the front line. He is promoted because of his hard work and a little luck. Instead, he looks like a politician in the government department who has gained popularity with his smooth and smooth wrists and has won high-level recognition.

Then again, in this kind of town with no big cases, people who are good at drilling camp naturally have a greater advantage. Engels had sufficient qualifications, good reputation, and understated the fire in the psychiatric hospital ten years ago. It did not cause any personnel disputes. It is also a matter of course that he took the position of the sheriff of the town.

It is said that he once had the opportunity to move to the city to go further, but in the end he chose to stay locally. After excluding the local feelings, the reasons are worth considering.

Engels noticed when we passed the window. The policewoman just knocked on the door, and he opened the door from inside immediately.

"Bridge, this is?" He stared at Jung.

"These gentlemen and ladies are chiefs from the intelligence bureau." The policewoman said.

Jung had reached out and Engels held it tightly.

"My name is Jung, this is Crow (crow), Pan and Bitt (BT)." Jung introduced us one by one.

"Intelligence Bureau?" Engels looked suspiciously. He nodded to the policewoman and signaled her to go out.

After the policewoman left the office, Engels closed the door and led us to the desk to talk.

"Do you have any documents?" His voice was a little hoarse. After the initial suspicion had converged, his eyes were neither close nor resistant, but this kind of lukewarm attitude is a strong question.

Jung did not speak at Ranwen.com, and reached out his hand to take out his ID. Engels took it and put his eyes on me, Fu Jiang and Pan. We will deliberately take out their respective documents. Engels took all the documents and returned to the desk. He sat on the chair and took out a pair of reading glasses from the drawer and put them on. This carefully checked the authenticity of the documents and raised his head from time to time to check our appearance.

"This Mr. Crow is really young." Engels stared at me and suddenly said: "Is the intelligence agency also hiring child labor?"

Although this remark is contemptuous, combined with his experience, I subconsciously think that he is deliberately annoying us to obtain more information. Is it better to be silent at this time, or is it better to ridicule? I have no experience at all.

I haven't figured it out yet, Jung already said it.

"Crow is Ms. Bitt ’s assistant, both of whom are specially recruited by the Intelligence Bureau ’s Behavior Analysis Department. Ms. Bitt is a PhD in psychology. Crow is 18 years old. Bachelor's degree. "

Turns out I am so great? It's a real word. But when it comes to bluffing, I have done it in the student council for many times, and of course I will not show any slack.

"I just turned eighteen." I explained as embarrassed and embarrassed. "I hope I can participate in more practical work under the guidance of Dr. Bitt before taking a master's degree."

Engels retracted his gaze and stared at me, nodding no doubt.

"It's really young and promising."

Then the words changed.

"It's the first time that someone from the Intelligence Bureau has come to me. Please forgive me, although I don't know what you want, but before that, I still want to confirm the identity of everyone with the headquarters."

"Should be." Jung nodded casually.

Engels didn't talk about Ranwen Fiction Net. He picked up the phone and dialed a number, reported our name to the other party, and asked to verify his identity. During the period, he still looked at us. After a while, a quasi letter came from there. None of us are shaken. Although it is a name, it is enough to deal with this rough verification. Only the first time I experienced this, it was like a student cheating with fake evidence, and I was a little nervous.

"Okay, okay, please." Engels hung up the phone after greeting, stood up again, and handed us the documents back to us. "Just rude. Just ask the people of the intelligence service, is there anything to come to this town? "

"We are investigators in the Behavior Analysis Department of the Intelligence Bureau. Dr. Bitt wants to collect some criminal information. We are responsible for providing routine crime research." Jung said.

"Come to this town for crime research?" Engels seemed funny, sternly staring at us. "There are no major shocking cases here. IMHO, the serial killer in this town is the old yellow calendar 50 years ago. . "

"Please don't be nervous, Mr. Sergeant." Jung was indifferent, and there was still no expression on his face. "What Dr. Bitt wants to collect is the ordinary cases. Over the past ten years, the age and crime of the offender There are new changes in the model, and we have a project that wants to revise the pan-crime model based on these cases in order to provide better guidance for the education sector in the future. "

"Oh ... In other words, is it crime prevention education for minors?" Although Engels thoughtfully, he didn't understand what he understood. In short, I did n’t understand what Jung was talking about. Although there are a few professional vocabularies that sound cool, maybe these words are all foolish.

I glanced at Fu Jiang and Pan, both of whom had confident smiles. A bunch of scammers

"We want crime files for the last two decades." Jung said while he was hot.

"Twenty years?" Engels finally showed a strange look. He stared at Jung and said, "All of it? Don't joke, can you see it?"

"It should be no problem. We have investigated. The town is booming under the management of several recent sergeants including you. It is one of the places with the lowest crime rate in the country, so it is more representative to come to the local source." Quietly speaking, it is impossible to hear whether it is ridicule or compliment. "Dispute cases are not needed. What we want is a criminal case. There should be no flaming novels."

Engels thought for a moment and finally nodded in recognition.

"If you think it's helpful, but I must remind you that our work here is very leisurely, so it's lighter when closing the case." He said vaguely.

Jung finally showed a peaceful smile and shook hands with Engels again. He said equally vaguely: "I understand that our responsibilities are different, but they are all aimed at fighting criminals."

Engels came to the desk and pressed the speakerphone hands-free, and brought a police officer named "Nietzsche" to the office. The "Nietzsche" police officer was only about twenty years old, and he knew at first glance that he was just a rookie. He stomped his feet hard to salute, and his stereotypes were so serious that he couldn't help but endure.

"These are the chiefs of the intelligence bureau. They need all the criminal files of the past two decades. You help them find them." Engels told the rookie police officer.

"Understood, sir," the rookie policeman said loudly, and then turned around to salute us. He could see that his movements were a little nervous.

"This Nietzsche ..." Engels coughed, obviously uncomfortable with the name. "He is a top student who just graduated from the police school. He is in charge of archival work. He is very talented. If you have any need, you can directly contact him.

I saw Fu Jiang and Pan snickering all the time. Not to mention the famous name of this rookie, his character is obviously out of step with the overall atmosphere of the police station, and it is also expected that he was thrown into the file management department. However, I think that such a person should be very motivated, maybe he can get something from him.

"Trouble you." Jung shook hands with Nietzsche.

"I'm honored." Officer Nietzsche said, "I can work immediately if needed."

It's straightforward.

Jung didn't have the unexpected look of Ranwen.com. He turned to Pan and said, "You and Nietzsche go together."

Pan nodded and went out with Nietzsche.

"This Nietzsche and Sergeant Lord are relatives." Fu Jiang suddenly approached me and said in a voice that only I could hear.

"How do you know?" I was a little surprised. Their surname, appearance and personality were very different.

"I just know." Fu Jiang said mysteriously.

Although I don't quite understand it, but since Fu Jiang is so sure, I can only believe it. If you think about it carefully, I can see what kind of person that Mr. Nietzsche is. Engels certainly knows better than me. I still want to learn something from the other party. How can I be more cautious and smooth than Engels? Since Engels intentionally indicated that Nietzsche assisted us, he also showed that he was not afraid of us stealing hands, maybe we could not get what we wanted from the other party, and we would be misrepresented.

In this way, the contrasting styles between Engels and Nietzsche are more like a cover-up.

"It's really troublesome." I whispered to Fujiang softly, "I don't like this kind of intrigue."

"Me too." Fu Jiang said.

Engels noticed that Jung, Fu Jiang, and I were still in place, and could not help but ask: "Excuse me, is there anything else?"

"Although a little bit presumptuous, I would like to ask you about the arson in the psychiatric hospital here ten years ago ..." Jung was interrupted by the other party before he had finished speaking.

"It's not an arson case." Engels said impatiently. "This case has been concluded."

"Excuse me, what caused the fire?"

"A fire accident caused by a mental patient." Engels sat down behind his desk and squinted towards Jung. "It is stated in the report that this is not a criminal case and there is no dispute between Ranwen.com. It ’s still terrifying, and many of the exhibits have been burned down, so we do n’t have much information about Ranwen.com. ”

"Is it included in the fire case because there is no evidence of Ranwen Fiction Net?" Fu Jiang suddenly said sharply.

"What do you want to say?" Engels was indifferent to Fu Jiang's persecution, and looked at her coldly. "As a fire was closed, after reasonable and legal procedures, everyone thought it was very reasonable, and we don't want to mention that sad thing. If you have any objections, you should report to the court, but I advise you not to do that. "

"Sorry, we are rude, we are not here to reverse the case." Jung blocked Fu Jiang and said, "I heard that your mother, the sheriff, was also in that fire ..."

"Yes, it's been a long time since there was nothing left." Engels lowered his eyes, showing a painful and calm emotion. This was not a hypocrisy. The fire left a deep shadow in his heart, unusual anger and sad.

"You don't want to find out the truth?" Fu Jiang pressed again.

"The truth?" Engels sneered and said unwaveringly: "The truth is a fire, the reality is so helpless. I think this is the most suitable for the victim's family."

"You think." Fu Jiang chuckled and said to me and Jung: "I'll go out and see." So he turned and walked away.

"I'm so sorry ..." Jung said apologetically and said to Engels: "Her parents were killed in an arson case, and the case has not been solved."

It's a tacit understanding, two big liars. If it were n’t for me who knew Fu Jiang ’s character very well and I knew the plan for this trip, they would have to be fooled by them.

"Really?" Engels was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "I don't have anything to hide. If you need it, you can ask Nietzsche to bring up the fire file, but I think you will Disappointed. And, if there is nothing important about Ranwen Fiction Net, do n’t disturb the soul of the dead. "

Despite his obscurity, Jung and I understood that he was referring to the apartment rebuilt on the former site of the mental hospital.

"I thank you for Dr. Bitt." Jung said sincerely.

He was about to say goodbye to Engels, and I suddenly remembered something.

"Excuse me ..." I said, "Is it raining during the fire?"

For the first time, Engels looked surprised. I did not speak at Ranwenxiaowang, but just stared at him directly.

"It's incredible, so there is no report from Ranwen.com, but ..." He hesitated and said, "Yes, there was heavy rain at the time of the fire."

When Jung and I walked out of the sheriff's office, we saw Fu Jiang leaning against the wall of the corridor, holding a cup of canned coffee and sipping slowly. I looked aside, and I saw the vending machine in a corner. Although I watched it on TV, I was still surprised when I saw it.

"Next." Fu Jiang threw a jar at me, "Is there any gain?"

"Engels is not an accomplice." I took the coffee and said in a low voice.

"Don't make a judgment until there is real evidence." Jung taught me lightly. I can only shrug ~ www.readwn.com ~ Jung is my boss, his personality and professional habits are more cautious than me. In terms of theory and experience, his approach is correct, but I still believe in my judgment.

"I also think he is not." Fu Jiang said.

"Why?" Jung glanced around and asked in a low voice.

"His anger and sadness are real."

"You should know that people like him, emotions are not the dominant behavior." Jung said.

"You heard him say that he thinks his treatment is correct for the victim, and there is indeed no dispute over the novel afterwards. He focuses on human relations and results, not rules." Fu Jiang said: "Make an analogy Say, a murderer is caught by him. If the murderer is smart enough to escape the sanctions of the law, then he will execute the criminal in private. "

"That is to say, he concealed the facts, not to cover the murderer, but to protect the victim." Jung nodded. "It seems that things were not over that year. This may be one of the reasons why he did not leave this town. "

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