Jian Cong, a doctor of criminal psychology, opened his eyes and transformed into an ordinary female official in ancient Dali Temple. Good news: I have an iron rice bowl, food and accommodation, and my colleagues are all handsome guys with high IQs. Bad news: Seven people have died in the "Beijing Serial Blood Letter Case" she was responsible for, and there is no trace of the murderer. Her boss sacrifices her every day. Lu Shiyan, the minister of Dali Temple, is the living king of hell in the world of detectives. He has a distinguished family background and is an expert in solving cases. The most despised things in his life are women and "heiracy". Unfortunately, Jian Cong had both. When everyone was surrounding the corpse, Jian Cong only glanced at the scene and calmly wrote a conclusion in the file: "The murderer, male, between the ages of 25 and 30, should be engaged in a profession such as butcher or executioner, knew all the deceased, and had a childhood experience of abuse. What he enjoyed was not killing, but the fear of the prey before it died." Everyone:? ? ? Is this woman crazy? Lu Shiyan slapped the file on the table and sneered: "It's all nonsense. There was no autopsy. Do you think you are a god?" Jian Cong smiled slightly: "Master Lu, this is not nonsense, it is criminal psychology profiling. If you don't believe me, you should believe in the evidence, right?" Later, relying on this "nonsense" profile, Lu Shiyan personally caught the real murderer hiding in the downtown area. Later, whether it was the "Jiang Cong Mansion Murder Case" or the "Ghost Murder Case", Lu Shiyan's first reaction was always - "Jian Cong, what do you think?" Jian Cong: I'll sit and watch. Mr. Lu, please add more money. Small Theater: One day, Lu Shiyan blocked Jian Cong in the corner, his eyes burning: "I can't sleep at night recently, and I don't know how to eat.
