The Old Gods Are Whispering Chapter 2

Chapter 2 He is mentally ill

Of course, Gu Jianlin's profile is more than that.

For example, when he finished the preliminary profile and went to see the woman, he actually saw a hot and **** pole dancer, as well as the colorful lights in the nightclub, the excited and cheering audience, and even Hear upbeat music.

Inextricable clues form the phantom of the past.

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

It seems unreal, but so real.

This is the truest look of this woman.

24 years old, pole dancer.

Married well.

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

These traces are put together to form another face of a person, and also his truest appearance, as if naked.

If Gu Jianlin continued to observe, he could get a more complete profile.

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

—Because this is a scene he imagined based on clues and a strong sixth sense, it can easily be regarded as a hallucination.

No one would believe him when he said it, but it would make people think he was crazy.

"Xiao Gu, are you hallucinating again?"

Zhou Ze's words interrupted the boy's thinking.

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

The colorful nightclub disappeared, the poles and women on the stage, and the audience in the audience disappeared without a trace.

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

"No, I just said it casually."

Gu Jianlin smiled silently.

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

Although I think he is mentally ill, but they are all dedicated and reliable public officials. They are usually so busy at work, so it is really caring to be able to spare time to worship.

"Is it really an illusion?"

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

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

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

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

They are also human beings. Dad's profile, that is authority, is an important reference to help solve the case.

The son's profile is post-traumatic stress, and he will only be advised to see a doctor.

Dad is a psychology major, an honorary professor of Fengcheng University, and a profiler specially hired by the police station. The most proud thing in his life is probably his achievements in special fields.

Back then, this man fired the first shot by relying on one-handed profile. He helped the police station solve several major cases right after graduating from university. It is said that even if it is a crime scene that has been deliberately covered up, he can restore it alone, simulating the logic of the murderer's behavior. Sometimes, without the help of a forensic doctor, just looking at the body can tell the cause of death and recent experiences of the deceased.

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

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

It's just that since he experienced the car accident four months ago, he can suddenly do it.

From then on, the real world appeared in every detail before his eyes.

At first, Gu Jianlin thought that the brain was injured in a car accident, and the evolution of the brain was stimulated by accidental mistakes. However, when he said this idea, the adults suggested that he go to the psychiatrist to have a look at his brain.

Gu Jianlin wondered if his father would have that immersive, hallucinatory scene when he used profile.

He always felt that the car accident caused some kind of mutation in his brain.

Together, it strengthened his profiling ability.

—He didn't know how to explain it to others, let alone how to name this ability, so let's call it profiling.

"Okay, I still have a case to deal with here, so I have to go first."

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

Gu Jianlin wiped the tombstone for a while, and then wiped harder: "Understood, Uncle Zhou."

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

"No thanks."

Gu Jianlin raised his smile and said, "Home isn't far away, so I'll just take a stroll and go back, just to relax."

The polished tombstone reflected the pale and feeble profile of the young man.

A black Mercedes-Benz is driving on a foggy road.

"It's not easy for this kid."

The young detective drove the car, and Youyou said with emotion: "I feel that he is almost unable to hold on, like a paper man... Is it 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 released from the hospital, he ran to our police station every three days. According to the teacher at the school, he still escaped through the wall. The wall was three and a half meters long, and I struggled to climb it."

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

Zhou Ze sat on the back seat of the car with his eyes closed and rested, sighing.

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

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

It was the scene of a car accident on the highway, a large truck collided with a car, the latter was almost crushed and smoked.

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.

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

"Dad came back from a business trip overseas that day and said he would take me back to my hometown for the New Year."

"And then? What do you remember?"

"Hmm... Dad was in a hurry that day. It seemed that something happened. I remember we got on the highway."

“Then you collide with that truck and you have an accident.”

"No, that wasn't a car accident."

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

"Because I saw the murderer."

"However, there was no one else in the surveillance video. The truck driver also died on the spot."

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

"But…"

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

The last video screen was frozen at the moment when the boy suddenly growled, like a violent little beast.

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

I've never seen him so groggy.

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

"Since he is willing to come to the Public Security Department to confirm the signature, he must have accepted the reality, right? The doctor said that he imagined a murderer because he didn't want to believe that his father was dead." Xiao Zhang said casually while driving.

"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 that the so-called murderer may be this thing?"

On the yellowed paper, there was a distorted deformity drawn with colored pencils.

It wasn't even a human being, but a strange bird with nine heads, and on each bird head was a hideous human face.

Zhou Ze checked this thing afterwards. It comes from the "Shan Hai Jing", with names such as ghost car or ghost bird, and nine-headed bird.

Of course, the ghost car in the serious fairy tale, the bird's head does not have a human face.

Based on this consideration, he can only understand that the child is really post-traumatic stress disorder.

Gu Jianlin actually doesn't like to come to a place like the cemetery, because there are too many people who don't look the same.

He held an umbrella and carried his suitcase, passing by many people.

The cemetery disappeared and was replaced by various scenes, including a sleepy programmer lying on the computer desk, a musician crying in front of the piano, and a babysitter smiling in front of the old man's hospital bed.

Some people look sad, but in fact they look happy, and some people look calm, but their hearts have already broken down and cried.

Profiling is a good thing, but sometimes it may not be a good thing to see too thoroughly.

The woman who was crying so heartbreakingly in front of the tombstone came out of the public toilet, she had already finished her makeup at some point, and said cheerfully with her mobile phone: "Honey, I just attended the funeral of that dead old man, when I get my share With that inheritance, we'll have money."

Gu Jianlin glanced at her, then looked away.

Since he learned profiling, he hasn't missed even one time until now, but no one believes him.

After the car accident, when he woke up, two months had passed, the investigation of the case was almost over, and his father's funeral was all over, but he didn't know anything about it.

During this period of time, he has been running around for his father's affairs. He can accept death, but he understands that he must die.

So he ignored the dissuasion of the doctor and his mother, and went to the Public Security Department over and over again, just to prove that he was right.

Gu Jianlin recalled the car accident. He only remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and a delivery truck hit him head-on. His last memory seemed to be that his father pulled off his seat belt and hugged him.

There was a loud bang, and his life was shattered.

Thinking of that moment again, I still tremble with fear.

But when he thought of the sense of security that his father had protecting him in his arms, he felt a lot more at ease.

It was only at the moment when he finally lost consciousness that he really saw a person standing in front of him.

Later, Gu Jianlin profiled that person's face.

A scary, monster-like face.

However, the hard evidence is that the presence of the fourth person was not captured in the surveillance video at the scene.

Just the truck driver and Dad, and him.

In the end, the accident was defined as an accidental car accident, and the conclusion was settled.

Gu Jianlin, the new profiler's judgment, also fell into the ground with his unlucky father.

Actually, up to now, Gu Jianlin has recovered from the initial grief of losing a loved one, and after regaining some sanity, he also began to wonder if his profile was wrong, because he was indeed seriously injured at the beginning.

In that case, what he saw might really be a hallucination.

At first, everyone thought that Professor Gu's son might really have some talent in profiling, but the result was jaw-dropping.

Recently, people in the police station have been saying openly and secretly: Make more money!

So much so that Gu Jianlin himself felt very lucrative.

Really bad.

Of course, this is not the worst.

Because he will go home later, to someone else's house.

Although his parents divorced when he was very young, his mother still loves him very much.

Gu Jianlin is still a few months away from becoming an adult, and now that his father is gone, his mother naturally becomes his new guardian and takes him to live in his new home.

But the problem is that my mother has formed a new family five years ago and is living happily.

Gu Jianlin originally didn't want to ruin his mother's new life because of him, but he couldn't resist this woman. In the end, he moved into his new home with big bags and small bags, and was forced to accept the new family.

The new home is in the south of the city. Although it is in the old town, it is also a high-quality location near the sea. The housing price is now more than 60,000 yuan per square meter. You only need to walk 50 meters to reach the coastline and embrace the sea breeze and sunshine.

It is worth mentioning that my mother's new home is on the first floor with a yard.

There are two trees in the yard.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.

What's more worth mentioning is that the mother has two more daughters.

One is not pro.

Another, also not a pro.

At this moment, Gu Jianlin's cell phone vibrated slightly, and another WeChat message came in.

Su Youzhu: "Go home early after paying Uncle Gu's grave, and don't run around. Mom asked me to make breakfast for you, put it in the microwave oven, and heat it up for two minutes. Remember to eat. I have something to do, I have to go out for a while trip."

Gu Jianlin was silent for a second, but he didn't expect this girl to call her mother so easily.

This is my mother's daughter in name, the older one is already working, and the younger one is in the same high school as me.

This text message is small.

Gu Jianlin has been in poor health since he was a child, and he just had a car accident and lost his dependent father. In the eyes of his mother, it was like returning to his baby days. Even the whole family took care of him as a baby. .

This made him very grateful, but also uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a call came in on his mobile phone, and the caller ID was Lao Zhang.

That was the staff of the courier station downstairs in his house.

It's not a new home, but the house I rented with my father before.

"Hey."

Gu Jianlin answered the phone.

"Hey, hey, Xiao Gu?"

Old Zhang said with a loud voice, "Do you still want your express delivery?"

Gu Jianlin was taken aback: "What express delivery?"

Lao Zhang replied: "Your father's courier has been here for several months, and this time you will be charged!"