Chapter 1105 Zhang Jingyang's Criminal Profile
Along the way, Li Xiangnan was not idle. He told several people exactly what happened to Duan Sijiu today.
Upon learning that Duan Sijiu was most likely wrongly accused, framed, and might even face the death penalty, the three of them, including Song Yi, could no longer remain calm!
"Fuck, Brother Nan, who the hell is this? Why would they do this to our people? This is so abominable!"
Song Zimo, who was driving, was speechless and the car kept speeding up.
Zhang Jingyang fumbled with the paint on his fingers, watching the street scenes flashing by outside the window. Although he was usually calm, he couldn't help feeling a little angry at this moment.
"Old Duan was such a good man, but now he is accused of being a rapist. Who can tolerate this? Xiao Li, tell me, what do you need me to do? I will definitely support you with all my strength!"
Hearing him ask this, Song Yi also turned her head and looked over.
To be honest, she was still a little surprised when Li Xiangnan asked her to pick up Zhang Jingyang!
Because as a friend of Li Xiangnan, everyone knows that Zhang Jingyang is a painter!
The only thing he is good at is painting. He knows nothing about solving cases!
Seeing the deep doubt in Song Yi's eyes, Li Xiangnan closed the window and said quietly: "Brother Zhang, your painting skills are outstanding! Since you can paint both landscapes and portraits, we have to ask you to come out to investigate this case!"
"You mean..." Zhang Jingyang looked confused.
"Profile the criminal!" Li Xiangnan said calmly.
But when the three people in the car heard these words, they were shocked all over!
"Profile?" Zhang Jingyang's scalp felt numb.
Because this was the first time he, as a painter, had heard of such professional terms.
"In foreign countries, this profession that relies on analyzing the methods of committing crimes, the layout of the crime scene, the characteristics of the crime, etc., to outline the criminal's criminal mentality and then help the police narrow down the scope of suspects is called a criminal profiler!"
Li Xiangnan recalled the characteristics of this profession in his mind and looked at Zhang Jingyang. "Although you don't understand criminal psychology, you have a unique understanding of portraits. I want Brother Zhang to go with me to the phone station and help me restore the appearance and demeanor of that person according to the description of the person in contact!"
When the three people in the car heard this, they couldn't help but stand in awe!
Li Xiangnan's expertise in various fields and his broad knowledge have always been the key points that everyone admires!
Hearing that he also had his own mature theory on how the police solved cases, I couldn't help but admire him even more.
"Brother Nan, you are really awesome!" Song Zimo was so impressed that he almost prostrated himself on the ground.
"We're almost there!" Song Yi looked at Li Xiangnan with a little more appreciation in her eyes. Seeing that Erligou was almost there, she reminded him.
"That's it! Let's have a bowl of wontons! Brother Zhang, bring all your painting tools with you!" Li Xiangnan reminded.
"it is good!"
A few people parked the car at the corner of the street. Instead of rushing to the telephone office at No. 33 Erligou Middle Street, they chose a roadside wonton shop, ordered four bowls of wontons, and sat on the roadside to eat.
"Zimo, eat faster!"
Li Xiangnan waited until the wontons cooled down a little before eating them, then he took out a cigarette and started smoking.
"Okay!" Although Song Zimo didn't know what his brother Nan was going to do next, he was very obedient and started swallowing it whole.
The tip of the pencil rubbed against the corner of the table, making a hissing sound.
When he finished eating, he found that Li Xiangnan had finished smoking and was helping Zhang Jingyang sharpen a pencil, so he shouted, "Brother Nan!"
"Go to the phone booth and call the hospital, and ask Zheng Qian to ask Ye Buping for a few days' leave for Old Duan!" Li Xiangnan said without hesitation.
"Okay!" Song Zimo wiped his mouth and stood up, but did not leave. He knew that Li Xiangnan must have something else to explain.
"in addition!"
really!
Li Xiangnan immediately said, "See if the person at the phone is easy to talk to! Have a chat with him and ask if there are many people calling this morning! Be sweeter and you'll get more money! Wait until there's no one around and call us over!"
After saying that, he slapped five dollars on the table.
"Got it!" Song Zimo didn't act pretentiously, nor did he refuse. He just took the five dollars and walked away.
Song Yi looked at the direction he left, thoughtfully.
"Brother Zhang!" Zhang Jingyang had just finished his meal when Li Xiangnan handed him the pencil. "Draw a portrait of Duan Sijiu right now!"
"Okay!" Zhang Jingyang didn't hesitate. He took out the drawing board from his bag, put some rice paper on it, and then sat in the corner to paint.
Seeing all this, Song Yi was increasingly confused about what Li Xiangnan was trying to do. She pushed the wonton bowl forward, held her chin with her hand and stared at him with interest. The more she looked, the more interesting it became.
"Are you full?" Li Xiangnan withdrew his gaze from Song Zimo and saw that there was still half a wonton left in Song Yi's bowl. When she nodded, he brought it to her directly.
"Hey, don't, I've eaten..." Song Yi knew what he was going to do, and her expression suddenly became a little flustered, with her face and neck turning red.
"You're not a stranger!" Li Xiangnan picked up the spoon she had used and scooped a wonton into his mouth. He then raised his head and looked around the alleys on Zhongjie Street.
Song Yi sat down on her buttocks again, and her red face became even brighter because of Li Xiangnan's unrestrained behavior.
She secretly glanced at the spoon that Li Xiangnan put into his mouth, and always felt her lips burning.
Every time he moved, his face became hotter.
"All right!"
It was not until Zhang Jingyang handed over Duan Sijiu's portrait that Song Yi came back to her senses from her embarrassment.
"Brother Zhang is amazing. His painting skills have improved a lot! Incredible!" Li Xiangnan praised the portrait and carefully folded it and put it in his chest pocket. When he saw Song Zimo coming back, he stood up and said, "Let's go!"
"Brother Nan! You're easy to talk to! Money makes the world go round!" Song Zimo said, covering his mouth.
"understood!"
Then this matter will be easy to handle!
Li Xiangnan took a step forward and opened the small door of the telephone station and walked in. He showed his work permit as a criminal investigation consultant of the Public Security Bureau, pointed at Zhang Jingyang, and said, "Auntie, someone called here at 1:10 pm to report a crime. Do you remember?"
The telephone staff, who was originally wondering how Song Zimo came back, stuttered when he saw Li Xiangnan's frightening work ID card. "Comrade, I, comrade, I didn't do anything bad, please, don't arrest me, I'm a good person..."
"Auntie, you didn't do anything bad! You just cooperated with the police in their investigation! I just want to know what that person looked like at the time!" Li Xiangnan smiled and brought a stool to Zhang Jingyang. "Don't be nervous! Just tell the truth! You still remember what happened two hours ago, right?"
"Yes, yes!" The aunt's forehead was sweating.
"Zimo, close the wooden window!" Li Xiangnan waved his hand immediately.
The aunt in front of her stood up nervously, then thought of the work permit she had just seen, and immediately sat down again, swallowing nervously.
"Is the person who reported the case a man or a woman? How old is she? How tall is she? What's her accent? Does she have a square face or an oval face? Is there anything on her face that you remember? What was she wearing?"
So during the nearly one-hour profiling, Li Xiangnan asked countless questions until Zhang Jingyang completely restored the face of the person who came here to report the case on the drawing board.
"Auntie, take a look, is this the person?" Li Xiangnan took Zhang Jingyang's painting, took a look at it, and then handed it to the employee sitting opposite.
"It's him!" Auntie stood up suddenly. "Comrade, your... your technique is too amazing! It's exactly the same as the person at that time! It's him, there's no doubt about it! There's a black mole at the corner of his eye, and you drew it exactly the same even in the details. It's him!"
Hearing this, Zhang Jingyang remained indifferent, but Song Yi and Song Zimo's breathing was almost disordered.
"Thank you!" Li Xiangnan slapped five yuan on the table, "I'll buy a few bottles of soda! No need to give me the change for the extra!"
"Hey, comrade, this is too much..."
As the aunt thanked him repeatedly, Li Xiangnan and his men got into the car on the side of the road.
Song Yi was extremely curious about Li Xiangnan's next plan and couldn't help asking, "Xiangnan, where are we going next?"
Li Xiangnan looked at the portrait in his hand and smiled slightly, "Let's go back to the bureau and trick the mother!"
"..." Song Yi and Song Zimo looked at each other and became inexplicably excited.
"But before that, Brother Zhang has to work overtime!"
"Xiao Li, you say!"
"Based on Duan Sijiu's outline, help me draw a few portraits of Yi Defa, Qi Ge, and Lei Jin's faces that are similar to Duan Sijiu's face!"