Psychic

Van Gogh looked at Song Rui with great interest and said, "Friedrich Nietzsche once said this in" The Other Side of Good and Evil "-when you stare at the abyss from afar, the abyss is also staring at you Dr. Song, how do you understand this sentence? "

Song Rui's throat began to dry, but there was no panic on his face. He answered the question in the original words, "People who fight monsters should be careful not to become monsters."

"Yeah, people who fight monsters should be careful not to become monsters. Dr. Song Rui is right. There is another saying that the warriors who defeated the evil dragon will eventually become the dragon, just like fighting in the first place The anti-drug police of the line will be corrupted by drug traffickers and do the same thing with a little care. You are the people who are closest to the abyss, so they are also the most susceptible people to be swallowed by the abyss. "

Song Rui nodded politely and listened to his ears, his attitude seemed to be no different from before, but if he looked carefully, he would find that his tight heart and limbs had been relaxed because of these words. He believed that Van Gogh did not see through himself, nor could he pose a threat to himself.

He took off the gold glasses and wiped while asking slowly: "What are you suggesting? I have been corroded by criminals, is the police asshole? I am not eligible to participate in this interrogation?"

Zhuang Zhen's face was full of ridicule, as if listening to a big joke. He thought that Van Gogh wanted to play some tricks, but he did not expect that the other party was making troubles. Does this person also feel that Dr. Song's joining is bad for him? But what he did not know is that to be an expert consultant of the Ministry of Public Security, Dr. Song's family background and life experience must be clean and innocent.

Out of personal feelings, Liao Fang quickly denied: "You bullshit! Dr. Song is a good person!" She poked the book with a pen, annoyed and said: "Wow, I'm here waiting for us with you! You are provoking The relationship within our task force! "

Fangallo laughed, shaking his head and staring at Song Rui, said slowly: "Did I ever say that Dr. Song was corroded by criminals? Is Dr. Song's own seat, what do I do?"

Liao Fang patted the table and said, "Although you didn't say that, you mean that! You have to figure out, now we are interrogating you, not you are interrogating us!"

Fangalo put his hands on the table, two slender index fingers tapped on the back of his hand, and lowered his voice, saying: "What I really want to ask is, Dr. Song, you joined the police station and became Consultants, face so many criminals every day, and deal with them, bring them to justice, are you really just for justice? Are you the one standing on the edge of the abyss, or the abyss itself? "

Song Rui's dark eyes set off a storm, and the hand holding the frame of the glasses was so hard that he almost broke it. But he was too good at controlling his emotions and physical movements, so that neither Zhuang Zhen nor Liao Fang could find his momentary gaffe.

But Van Gaal found it, and leaned against the back of the chair, laughing slowly.

Song Rui put on his glasses and spoke a lot faster. "Vangallo, I know what trick you are playing." He must stop this person from continuing.

"Oh?" Van Gogh slightly tilted his head, and his beautiful jaw line lifted up to Song Rui, politely saying: "Please say."

"Your so-called psychic is nothing more than a slightly smart mind-reading technique. Anyone who is proficient in psychology can do this. You have been summoned by the police once, so you know who the task force has. These people's speeches and behaviors, you profiled them, and you can tell their personality traits without difficulty. As for why you can accurately point their position, this is not uncommon. Liu Tao's temper, temperament Alone, he does n’t like being crowded and standing next to each other, so he will definitely stand next to him when he enters the monitoring room; Xiao Li is shy and insecure, and likes to squeeze into the crowd, so he must be standing in Liu Tao The position between Yang Shengfei and Yang Shengfei cannot be wrong. The only question is whether Liu Tao and Yang Shengfei will stand on the inside or the outside. You also said that Yang Shengfei suffered when he was young. Very serious psychological trauma, for safety reasons, he will choose to stand closest to the door wherever he is. So their order is, Liu Tao, Xiao Li, Yang Shengfei. "

Song Rui reached out his hand, pointed at the perspective mirror, and passed from left to right.

Zhuang Zhen put his hands on his chest and sneered. He felt that this kind of trick would appear very deep without saying break, and once it was broken, it could only be described as "bad". How many pounds did Van Gogh? Who is Dr. Song? Van Gogh really thought that his method would bluff Dr. Song?

Liao Fang looked at Song Rui with admiring eyes, and sighed silently in his heart: The interrogation was indeed a technical activity, and the two people who came and went were fighting like a fight! But as the saying goes, the magic is one foot high and one foot high. Obviously, it is Dr. Song in our bureau who is slightly better!

However, Liu Tao, who was standing opposite the perspective mirror, shook his head and said indifferently: "It's not like that, Dr. Song didn't get it right." Asked why he didn't get it right, he couldn't describe it. Only in this way can one realize the subtle feeling of being controlled by the fingertips of Van Gogh and being ingested by his mind.

Van Gogh pointed at the tip of his nose impartially when pointing at them, and adjusted the direction according to the height or interval, but Song Rui really pointed to them only by speculatively pointing and pointing. There is no such thing as an accurate feeling. The two are obviously different!

But in this case, Liu Tao would not speak, so he could only keep silent. Xiao Li also opened his mouth and seemed to want to express different opinions, but in the end he dared not speak out.

Fangalo raised his hands and applauded gently, with a line of words on his face-you are right, you are great!

Song Rui was angry with his joking attitude. The muscles on the cheek slightly pumped, as if he was gritting his teeth, but he soon burst into a gentle smile. But what he said was not related to mildness at all: "I forgot to tell you, I am also good at profile writing. Oh no, according to what you say, this ability seems to be called psychic? You do n’t mind me communicating for you Spirit once? "

"Please say that." Van Goghalo palms up, his head drooping, and every move is elegant.

Song Rui stared at him for a while, and said slowly: "You shouldn't be you more than a month ago? You are the deputy personality of this body. You seem to have slept for a long time, because your eyes around you are very bright, It ’s a curious and fresh light. You do n’t know the outside world. The setting you gave yourself is your son, more precisely, the son of the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty, because you speak literately and carry the words of that era. Special taste. You can replace the host personality to show that you are a person with a strong personality. You take pleasure in playing with people's hearts. You don't have a basic sense of morality, and you don't have the legal consciousness. Instead of saying that you are a person, you are more like Beast. Your body is full of beasts. That master personality is probably eaten by you as a prey? "

Zhuang Zhen's sneered expression was gradually replaced by dignity, and the sharp eagle eyes stared at the young man sitting opposite him. He finally realized how dangerous this person was, even if the other party did not participate in this serial murder case, in a sense he was already a criminal with blood on his hands!

Liao Fang covered his mouth and exclaimed, watching Fangallo's eyes blinking constantly, seeming to be very appalled.

Fangallo leaned his head, hooked his lips, squinted, and applauded while admiring: "Wonderful! Worthy of being an international top psychologist!"

Song Rui stood up, supported the desktop with both hands, and said for the first time in an aggressive tone: "So I advise you to recruit from the ground, don't play tricks with us. You play all these leftovers, I understand?"

Fangalo did not stand, but his hands were extended, gently supporting the table, and his black eyes looked at Song Rui from bottom to top, but there was no reason to show a gloomy momentum: "Dr. Song, do you think Are you strong? Ninety-nine percent of the world ’s people are **** to you, and the remaining one percent are objects you can observe and play with? "

Song Rui unconsciously held his breath and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Fangallo: "No, you are wrong. In my eyes, you are pitifully weaker than the beggars on the street and the newborn babies. , More vulnerable than the dying old man. Do you understand where a person ’s most powerful power comes from? From emotion, from consciousness, and you have neither! Let me tell you, emotion and How strong consciousness can be. "

Fan Jialuo suddenly turned to look at Zhuang Zhen, whispered: "You question me, despise me, guard me, hate me, your emotions are very strong, because these emotions are generated by me, then I borrow Is n’t it useful? "

Zhuang Zhen still didn't understand what Fangallo was saying, and his hands were firmly held by the opponent's hands, and then he held the thermos that he placed at the corner of the table.

When the skin was touched by Van Gogh, a layer of goose bumps came out of Zhuangzhen's body, just because the other person's body temperature was too low, and it was like a layer of ice when it was covered. The invisible magnetic field once again wrapped Zhuang Zhen firmly, from his eyes and ears and nose and even every pore, penetrated his brain and heart, and captured the emotions contained in these organs together, and Follow the fingertips into the mug.

The meandering flow of emotions, the galloping of thoughts, vaguely yet clearly exist in every sensory cell of Zhuang Zhen. He became dull as a whole, as if wrapped in a thick film, but the hands covered by Van Gogh were the most sensitive and direct to the outside world. His eyes were full of horror, his mind set off a storm, and his heart was wild and disorderly, but the two colleagues beside him didn't know what kind of thrilling he was going through.