Profiler: I receive memories of the dead every day

In the bar.

"You mean what's happening now is synchronized with the memories you've received?"

Lin Wei nodded. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in the past fifteen years. The fragments of his memories had never overlapped with his real life before. This time, not only did they overlap, but it was also a murder case.

"What exactly did you receive?"

"The crime scene."

Wen Xu did not ask Lin Wei for the specific details, because every time Lin Wei recalled the received memories in detail, it would impact his mental defenses.

Lin Wei was smoking a cigarette to the side. At this time, Wen Xu's bar was basically finished with renovations and the signboard had been installed, with three bright characters on it: "Dry Bar".

This name perfectly suits Wen Xu's temperament.

"How much of a time difference is there?"

The sudden question made Lin Wei pause. "The estimated time of death is between 2 and 3 a.m.

"What? You mean it's almost exactly the same time you received the memory?"

"It should be about the same."

In an instant, Wen Xu's handsome face lost its playfulness and he fell into deep thought.

After a long silence, Wen Xu finally spoke, "You go home first, I'll come to your house later, don't wait for me to eat."

After speaking, Wen Xu opened the door, pushed Lin Wei out, went back to the bar to turn off the power, locked the door, and left.

Lin Wei didn't ask any more questions. Wen Xu was a person with a very unconventional way of thinking, and sometimes his behavior was quite incomprehensible.

-

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Wei is running on the treadmill.

Lin Wei has been doing exercise for seven years without fail, because sometimes he feels like his mind isn't his own, but the changes in his body are obvious.

At that moment, Wen Xu's car appeared downstairs.

He opened the car door, grabbed a cardboard box, kicked the door shut, and crawled into the stairwell.

Lin Wei didn't open the door; his house was completely accessible to Wen Xu.

As soon as Wen Xu entered the room, he asked Jarvis to calculate the location and then began setting up a device. Lin Wei neither interfered nor asked any questions, simply waiting for him to finish.

About half an hour later, Wen Xu finally finished debugging. Without waiting for Lin Wei to ask any questions, he left with a single sentence and hurriedly departed.

"I'm going back to the bar."

Before Lin Wei could respond, he heard the door close.

He was used to it.

It was already 9:30 p.m. Lin Wei had been having trouble sleeping lately due to the frequent fragmented memories. If he hadn't been waiting for Wen Xu, he would have gone to bed long ago.

In the end, waiting was pointless.

Lin Wei sighed helplessly. The sweat from his workout was sticky, and the cold wind outside made him shiver.

He sluggishly walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and then returned to his bedside. Looking at the circled number 17, he silently thought: Let me get a full night's sleep tonight! Tomorrow will probably be busy.

-

As the morning light streamed through the window, Lin Wei heard Jarvis's voice reminding him to get up.

I had a good night's sleep today!

He skillfully reached for the cigarette box on the bedside table, took out a cigarette, grabbed a lighter, and went into the bathroom in a daze.

chap——

Tiny sparks broke through the fog before my eyes, and when the first spicy bite entered my lungs, the chaos was torn open.

Who was I in the early hours of this morning?

I am a weak, hunched-over marginalist wandering among the ruins.

My name is Dong Shimei, female, born in 2012.

I learned to write my own name when I was seven years old.

Grandma said that was the name my mother gave me.

Dong Shimei, Director's sister.

Unfortunately, I never met her, because she died from severe bleeding on the day she gave birth to me.

On my third birthday, my father was in a car accident on his way to buy a cake.

The old folks in the village all say I'm a jinx to the village.

In sixth grade, the boys from my village spread the word about me throughout the school, and I became the school's jinx once again.

My grandfather was seventy years old at the time. He was hunched over and riding his tricycle to pick me up from school in the pouring rain. He fell into the drainage ditch by the roadside and never got up again.

Only my grandmother and I are left at home. My grandmother was already in poor health, and because of these things, she fell ill and passed away within two years.

On her deathbed, my grandmother entrusted me to my aunt.

My aunt doesn't like me. She's always nagging me, saying things like, "How can a person's life be so cheap? It takes four lives to exchange for one."

I stopped going to school and helped my aunt's family with chores. I couldn't go inside to eat, so I squatted at the door and ate steamed buns with the dog.

When I was seventeen, my aunt praised me in front of outsiders for the first time.

I think she'll never say human life is cheap again after that, because I got a good price for it.

I gave birth to my baby when I was eighteen, but I never even saw his face before he was sold.

All I know is that it's a boy.

I ran away from that place because I didn't want my baby to end up like me, never seeing their mother again.

I called the police. In order to get the news as soon as possible, I didn't dare to go too far from the police station, so I lived under the bridge and picked up some scraps that others didn't want.

That day, a boy in a school uniform came to me and said he knew where there were lots of recyclables and could take me there.

He led me a long way to a dilapidated factory. It was a large place with lots of scrap. I could collect it for a long time and make a lot of money.

I turned to him to confirm if it was really okay to pick them up, but I saw him locking the dilapidated door.

I was terrified. He approached me step by step, and his school uniform couldn't contain his fierce aura.

Everything went black before my eyes. I don't know what he used to hit me, or how long he hit me.

It was the cold rain that woke me up. My body ached and I felt cold. I felt my consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

Mommy, I've never seen you, nor have I ever seen the baby.

Grandma, my sensible little girl has already tried so hard to be sensible.

-

In the restroom, Lin Wei was desperately trying to finish the last cigarette, until the cigarette was so short it was burning hot to the touch, and only then did the white smoke, carrying his emotions, escape from his nostrils.

Only after the smoke had completely escaped his nostrils did he grit his teeth, throw the burnt-out cigarette butt down his crotch into the toilet, and grit his teeth as he spat out a few words.

How can it be so hard!

After the cold water splashed on his face, Lin Wei felt his feverish body cool down. Looking at himself in the mirror, he murmured: I am myself.

-

My mood today is the complete opposite of the weather.

The bright sunlight seemed somewhat hazy to Lin Wei, and the fluttering autumn leaves appeared chaotic to him; his restless heart remained unsettled.

A person who was born with all their brilliance exhausted.

There's no way to let go of a life like that.

Lin Wei decided to help her find her son, even if it was just a handful of dust, so that her son could see it.

Thinking this way, Lin Wei felt a little clearer-headed. He planned to use the intranet to check the police report from back then when he got to the office. Maybe the child had already been found back then, but the person who reported the case never had the chance to see him again.

-

Downstairs from the Ministry of Public Security.

A couple lingered at the entrance, supporting each other, glancing timidly at the Ministry of Public Security building from time to time, as if trying to confirm something.

The woman's shoulders trembled, her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was hunched over, like a withered sparrow huddled up in the dead of winter.

The man had his arms wrapped around the woman, his teeth clenched, and his cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably, his whole face tense, like an old tree root soaked in water.

Upon seeing Lin Wei approach, the man forced a smile and said, "Young man, are you at work? I'd like to see Captain Jiang Chi; we're here to make an inquiry."

"Oh, Uncle and Aunt, come in with me. Let's sit inside and wait." Lin Wei said as he made a phone call to Jiang Chi.

Given Jiang Chi's personality, he would definitely have left his phone number with them, but they didn't call, probably because they were too embarrassed to disturb Captain Jiang's rest.

Only Lin Wei can be the one to deal with this bad guy.

The phone rang three times, and Jiang Chi's voice came from the other end, hoarse and rough.

"Hey, Kobayashi, what's wrong?"

"Captain Jiang, a couple has come to take your statement. I'll lead them to the lobby now."

"Oh, I know, they are Wang Lei's parents. They got a little emotional when they were identifying the body yesterday, so I told them to go back to the hotel and rest. Wait for me, I'll be right there."

Shortly after hanging up the phone, Jiang Chi arrived downstairs, greeted Lin Wei, and then led the two of them to give their statements.

Lin Wei was still preoccupied with Dong Shimei's matter, so he returned to his office to investigate the information.

Based on Dong Shimei's identity information, Lin Wei easily found the original police report and follow-up process.

The police quickly found the child through their investigation. Since Dong Shimei had died, the child was sent to the Angel Welfare Home.

To find this child, we need to check with the Angel Welfare Home.

In addition, Lin Wei also found an investigation file about Dong Shimei's death at the time.

The above describes the process and cause of Dong Shimei's death.

Dong Shimei fell from the main building of Huasheng Chemical's high-tower workshop while collecting scrap, suffering multiple fractures. Because the area was remote and sparsely populated, she did not receive timely medical treatment and died.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wei's pupils suddenly contracted. In his memory, Dong Shimei had been severely beaten, which would definitely have been found during the autopsy. However, the cause of death was a fall from a building, which meant that someone within the police station was protecting the criminal.

Lin Wei leaned back in his chair, the slanting sunlight filtering through the glass and covering half of his face. He slowly closed his eyes, his mind flashing with the names of his colleagues on the case file, but a chill ran through him.

It's far too easy for someone wielding the sword of the law enforcement to frame a lonely, dead person.

Light cannot extinguish darkness.

The sun isn't warm enough today.