Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 174 The Hand of God 27
"Yan Shulin, male, 21 years old, both parents are alive and he has a younger sister. The family of four lives in Yuanhai International in the East District, which is a wealthy villa area."

"He was admitted to university at the age of seventeen, studying at a university of electronic science and technology outside the province, majoring in software engineering. However, he only dropped out of school. Due to health problems, he returned to his hometown in the first semester of his sophomore year and has no record of leaving the province since then."

"About three years and six months ago, he was treated in the Department of Psychiatry at the People's Hospital. He was suspected of having a mental disorder and cognitive problems. In the following months, his family took him to several places for psychological treatment and emotional counseling."

“Three years and four months ago, he met the Jiang couple on the forum and recommended the Nakins Box to them. Three years and one month ago, he received his first treatment at Kuang Fan's clinic, and his second treatment was half a month later. Then the incident of the girl jumping off the building happened.”

"Four months ago, he orchestrated a one-night stand between Zou Yuxuan and Zhou Yan. More than half a month ago, he was also seen at the clinic, openly and brazenly."

The footage from the surveillance video was enlarged and pasted next to the murderer's name.

He was a tall, thin boy with slightly long hair that covered half of his eyebrows and eyes, making him look somewhat gloomy.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "He was only eighteen years old three years ago. Sure enough, high-IQ criminals these days are getting younger."

Tan Ming: "It's not just high-IQ criminals. The trend of juvenile delinquency has been going on for several years. Juveniles account for as much as 70% of all crimes, and the age of first-time offenders among juveniles is also decreasing, falling below the age of ten."

Tan Jia did not participate in the topic, but raised the hand of the clay figure to indicate that she had something to say.

"According to the patient's medical records at the mental health clinic, Kuang Fan believed that Yan Shulin had cognitive abnormalities. He seemed to believe that the world was a huge virtual program, and that species did not evolve but were programmed."

"Furthermore, in several subsequent treatments, Kuang Fan mentioned a psychological phenomenon called the backfire effect, which means that Yan Shulin believed that the world was a program and had a strong belief in this theory. Therefore, no matter how others explained it, he did not believe it, and he would believe it even more firmly when others denied the theory."

Zheng Yan: "In short, stubborn."

"...You could say that. It seems that this theory led him to believe that everyone is a piece of code without flesh and blood, so they can be manipulated at will."

As she spoke, she recalled a philosophical debate she had seen abroad before.

Supporters of creationism and evolution are arguing fiercely, with one side cursing the other for making their God a fish, a monkey, or a pig, while the other side retorts by saying, "How could your God create you into such an obnoxious creature?"

But that was just arguing, at most a fight. It was the first time she had ever seen someone so convinced of exercising God's rights to conduct "program testing".

They roughly analyzed Yan Shulin's information and motives. Once the technical team notified them that everything was ready, Zheng Yan immediately led a team to Yuanhai International to arrest him.

……

The criminal investigation team came up empty-handed.

Yan Shulin was not home; only his mother and the housekeeper he had hired were at home.

When the police came to her door, Ms. Yan seemed bewildered, not knowing what had happened. Only when they asked where her son was did she cautiously ask, "Why are you looking for my son?"

Zheng Yan didn't say much, only that Yan Shulin was involved in a murder case and needed to be questioned in person.

Mrs. Yan frowned and quickly asked, "Is it about the Dr. Kuang incident? Do you need my son to testify? I heard that Dr. Kuang misdiagnosed many people, and is my son one of them?"

"The case is confidential, so I can't tell you right now. Where did Yan Shulin go? When did he leave?"

"He went out for a walk, which the doctor told him to do every day, to walk for two hours every day."

Do you know which road he took?

"Not sure. He doesn't like us interfering too much, but he should be back in half an hour. We have an appointment with a psychiatrist in the UK for an assessment." Back? Will he even come back?
Yan Shulin's behavior is different from that of normal people. It is impossible to determine whether he went out now because he heard that he was being investigated and fled to avoid punishment, or whether he was unaware of anything and was just doing normal things.

Zheng Yan gave Xiao Chen a look, and Xiao Chen immediately led his men outside to check the surveillance footage to determine Yan Shulin's activity route. This dangerous person had to be apprehended and brought to justice as soon as possible.

As for the others, they requested to see Yan Shulin's room.

At first, Ms. Yan was unwilling, but a group of criminal police officers stood in front of her, their serious attitudes and sharp eyes conveying the message that "your son was not implicated by others, but committed a crime on his own."

In the end, she stiffened her face and let the housekeeper open the door, while she lagged behind and anxiously dialed a phone.

The entire second floor of the villa was Yan Shulin's room, including a bedroom, a study, and a tightly closed workspace.

The housekeeper whispered, "Shulin usually doesn't let us into this room, not even to clean it. If we go in without permission, he'll get very angry and might even hit us. He almost made my little sister cry before."

He opened the door with the spare key, and a strange smell wafted out, which he couldn't tell was either plastic or some kind of metal.

The room was dimly lit, but when the lights were turned on, the room was glaring. Tan Jia squinted instinctively, his limited field of vision fixed on the large sand table in the center.

The scale of the model is comparable to the model that the developer displays in the sales office lobby. The difference is that the sales office model only shows the buildings and green areas, while Yan Shulin's model consists of miniature human figures, except for a few buildings.

"What is this?" Zheng Yan and the others were also drawn to the large sand table, and a group of people walked over and surrounded it.

There are a dozen or twenty human figures in the sand table, each with different clothing, identities, and appearances.

Tan Jia quickly scanned the area and saw several familiar faces—a man and a woman leaning together, a smiling doctor from the hospital, a couple with a child, and models with some incomprehensible numbers and symbols written on them.

Tan Jia pulled up a model; the face was a bit strange, but you could tell who it was.

"Zou Yuxuan and Huang Yilin, Kuang Fan, the Jiang family couple and their twins. Yan Shulin is simulating their story on the sand table."

She looked up and glanced around the room, spotting a craft table in the corner, and said, "A 3D printer. These miniature models were printed by him."

Zheng Yan picked up the miniature model representing Kuang Fan: "He really thinks he's God, treating real people like models in a sandbox game, and doing random experiments."

“I remember that sandplay therapy also falls under the category of psychotherapy, but he used it to show his control over other people’s lives, this sense of superiority and indifferent attitude…” Tan Ming said in a deep voice, “The models in it are probably real people that he has already designed in reality.”

More than a dozen—it's hard to imagine. Could it be that more than a dozen murders have already occurred at times and places unknown to them?

"What do these numbers mean? A countdown to death?" Zheng Yan asked, frowning.

Some strange symbols were followed by numbers like 2000, 100, and 5000. The arrangement was illogical, and the symbols were not familiar to the general public. A group of people stood around and couldn't guess what it meant.

Is it a puzzle game? Tan Jia observed the furnishings in the room more carefully, and finally looked at the computer opposite the sand table.

"The computer is still on."

She walked over and unlocked the screen, which brought up a 3D modeling interface with a reference photo next to it.

She is a girl with a sweet smile.

(End of this chapter)