Chapter 158 - 101 Huan Kong
"Wan Lu, take the money," Ran Yan said in an even tone, sounding rigid and cold.
Sang Chen, not taking it to heart at all, happily handed a package of money to Wan Lu, reluctantly saying, "Well... I shall take my leave now."
With a light snort, Ran Yan flung her sleeves and walked away. Today, because of that rabbit, she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She wanted to vent her frustrations but felt even more stifled, as if she was masochistically seeking trouble. It wasn’t as good as calming down with tea, admiring flowers, or pondering over the case.
"Wife, what do you think it means to find the jade orchid with the hair?" Seeing Ran Yan in a gloomy mood, Wan Lu deliberately changed the subject. Although her method was not very sophisticated, it successfully led the conversation to something Ran Yan found interesting.
"It could mean that a pair of lovers met in the forest and promised themselves to each other. It could also be a signal deliberately left by the killer," Ran Yan could only think of these two possibilities for now. From the perspective of criminal psychology, 11 percent of premeditated murders saw murderers leave behind some kind of meaningful sign, and the percentage was even higher for serial killings.
"Leaving a sign on purpose? Wouldn’t that be leaving behind evidence? Are there really such foolish people?" Wan Lu was only trying to change the subject, but she became intrigued by what Ran Yan said instead.
"This involves guessing the murderer’s psyche," Ran Yan, seeing Wan Lu’s interest, did not keep her analysis to herself and explained, "If you want to know what he was thinking, you have to put yourself in the murderer’s shoes and consider the issue from that perspective. Let’s analyze the simplest situation first."
"Combining all the clues at the scene, let’s assume that I killed the man found on the slope. Why did I kill him? It’s because I saw a man and a woman having an affair in the pine forest. They expressed their love with flowers, swore their loyalty by cutting hair, and then consummated their relationship. I became extremely angry. Why was I angry? Because that woman was my wife. Watching the disgraceful scene, I was infuriated, found a thick tree branch nearby, and rushed over to kill that adulterous pair! All my rage was vented on that adulterer. In a fury, I beat him half to death, then took my wife back to give her a good lesson, but I didn’t expect the man to have been so badly injured that he actually ran so far before dying on the mountainside..."