Su Mo thought for a while longer, then arranged the four crime scene photos on the desk and began to observe them carefully.
After looking for a few minutes, the eccentric personality emotions in his mind began to stir, seeming extremely excited.
Su Mo grinned and said, "I've found you, so let me feel the emotions of the murderer."
The next moment, he released that eccentric personality, and his perspective and emotions changed in an instant.
The four previously incongruous sewn-together corpses suddenly became extremely perfect works of art. The comfortable, relaxing feeling made Su Mo feel incomparably carefree at this moment.
An intense pleasure stimulated his nerves, making him involuntarily let out a moan.
He looked at his own body again. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed incongruous. He had the urge to dismember himself. However, although his emotions were like this, his mind was very clear, and he just had the thoughts but wouldn't actually do it.
After carefully experiencing the emotions for a while longer, he withdrew the eccentric personality. In a low voice, he said, "Fragmented eccentric personality, how interesting."
The traits of a fragmented eccentric personality are: their perspective is different from ordinary people’s - they feel things that are broken and fragmented are perfect, while complete things make them feel incongruous and uncomfortable.
Therefore, this kind of eccentric personality is extremely dangerous. Once it develops, the person will definitely commit murder, breaking and fragmenting their victim. These people don't have ordinary human emotions. Only fragmentation can bring them pleasure.
Standing under the dim lights and looking at the four dismembered body photos, Su Mo's eyes were filled with excitement.
"Judging by the characteristics of the murderer, this person's childhood was definitely fragmented, with a broken family being certain. Other things are hard to determine.
Also, looking at the dismembering and stitching method of the crime scene, this is likely someone who has long been dealing with blades and has an extremely high IQ. They are unmarried and male.
In that case, occupations like doctor, butcher, chef and so on are most likely. I feel a doctor has the greatest possibility.
The police actually put in a lot of effort on this, screening out several dozen suspects, with doctors being the most common - all people with opportunity. The murderer should be one of them.
But even if the police determine a suspect, it’s useless without evidence. That’s why the police have temporarily given up on this case, and not without reason – they can’t find evidence.
But for me, confirming suspects is easier than for the police, because I can perceive the mindset and thinking of the murderer."
After a simple analysis, he started looking through the files of those dozens of suspects. Although it was just basic information, some things could still be gleaned.
As he carefully looked through them one by one, when he saw a doctor named Duan Lie, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Duan Lie, male, 31 years old, unmarried, an orthopedic doctor at Xikang Third People’s Hospital. His parents divorced, and his mother died accidentally during his childhood. Taciturn, enjoys reading, music and fine cuisine.
"It should be you right? I wonder whether it was your father or you yourself who caused your mother's 'accident'. It would be even more interesting if it was you," he slowly said to the photo in the information.
Of course, Su Mo only suspected Duan Lie. He felt it was this person, but whether it really was still needed investigation.
The next morning, Su Mo went to work and sat in Zhao Chunlan’s former seat, starting to play on his phone and read books. As for Zhao Chunlan? She just clocked in and ran off, and it would probably always be like that from now on.
The first day as an administrator was truly leisurely. Su Mo was not impatient either, slowly planning his next steps.
In this age of extremely developed internet, leaving too many traces on paper or online when making plans was ill-advised, so he could only carefully strategize in his mind.
At 5 PM, he clocked out and left the archives, heading out to investigate Duan Lie.
The first place he went was Duan Lie’s home, but he didn’t directly look for Duan Lie. Instead, he tried to understand the man by asking his neighbors left and right some questions.
The address was in the dossier, so he easily found the place. When he arrived at the small district, Su Mo grew even more suspicious. Because this place was actually an old neighborhood at the border of the outer and inner city without any surveillance.
This suited the murderer’s characteristics very well. When going out to commit murder, the killer would naturally avoid surveillance. Also, Duan Lie was an orthopedic doctor, not lacking in economic ability, yet he lived here, somewhat unreasonable, despite the place being very close to the Third People’s Hospital.
Asking around for news, aunties and grannies were naturally the best choices. They loved to gossip inexhaustibly, and countless heroes and warriors had had their reputations trampled by the aunties and grannies’ whispers to each other.
Su Mo came over with a bag of fruit, then chatted idly with several aunties, deftly guiding the conversation to asking about Duan Lie’s circumstances.
The aunties hadn’t met a willing youngster who wanted to chat with them in a long while. On top of that, getting gifted fruit, they were overjoyed and very cooperative.
One auntie covered her mouth with her hand and whispered, “That Duan Lie has lived here for a few years, but none of us have ever seen him bring a woman back or get married. I wanted to introduce someone to him before, but he wasn’t willing.
I feel that there’s probably something wrong with him in that area, otherwise how could he not even have a girlfriend?”
Su Mo acted very cooperatively, showing a sudden realization, then hurried to compliment the auntie for being so clever.
The auntie raised her chin, then spoke sneakily again, “There’s more. You all don’t know, but this Doctor Duan really likes to eat meat. I live right under him, and often hear the sounds of him butchering meat at home. Can he finish all that meat by himself? He doesn’t even send some to us neighbors.”
Su Mo then asked several other aunties and grannies a few more questions before leaving.
The next day was Friday. After work, Su Mo went to the Third People’s Hospital again. By the time he arrived, it was after 6 PM and many doctors had gotten off work.
Of course, Duan Lie was no exception. Su Mo didn’t intend to look for Duan Lie right now anyway. He went to take a look at Duan Lie’s office.
It wasn’t hard to find at all. Soon, he arrived at Duan Lie’s office and saw what he wanted to see inside. The furnishings inside were normal, but the things were placed in a crude slanted way.
There was nothing wrong with this by itself. Many doctors were very busy, so having things arranged messily on their desks was understandable. But this was abnormal. After getting off work, one would normally tidy things up a little even if the desk was a complete mess, taking just a few seconds.
But for those with fragmented personalities, some things were irresistible. For example, the pursuit of incongruity – in their eyes, incongruity was the most harmonious state.
So in life, there would often be some subconscious behaviors. For instance, messily arranging things on the desk, or liking to use broken and tattered tools, and so on.

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