What method does humans generally use to judge another person’s situation?

When He Chuan closed his eyes, the wind around seemed to suddenly become calm.

Slowly, He Chuan felt a little emotional and approached him.

These emotions gathered together, anxious and urgent, and wanted to convey something to him.

He Chuan's heartbeat began to accelerate, and adrenaline was secreted rapidly.

Fear.

Frightened.

fear.

Fear.

He seemed to have "see" the wind, the land under his feet, the plants, and the stream with water vapor under the cliffs.

Then.

He was pushed hard from behind.

He Chuan couldn't help but take a step forward, and stepped on the empty hand.

There was a cliff in front of him, and his whole body began to fall rapidly and fell onto the branches.

Something sharp pierced into his body, and a "rustling" sound sounded in his ears.

He hit the branch, and the huge branches made his internal organs tremble, and a fishy smell surged into his throat.

Before he could feel the pain, he fell from the stud and smashed into another stud.

The constant impact made He Chuan feel like a piece of minced meat hammered by someone on the chopping board.

This is not He Chuan's experience.

This is...the experience of the deceased!

Fatty Wu stood a few meters away and kept looking at He Chuan.

Although this is not the first time he has seen such a scene, he still feels amazing every time he sees it.

He remembered the scene when he first met that guy.

He shook hands with He Chuan absent-mindedly, and then the guy suddenly said, "You can buy a bunch of roses."

At that time, Fatty Wu was having a cold war with his girlfriend.

The reason for the Cold War is that I forgot to give her a gift on Valentine's Day.

Because of this, he slept in the sofa in the living room for two days, and when he went to the bureau, he still had bags on his face.

Only then did Fatty Wu realize that He Chuan has the ability to sense other people's emotions.

As long as you get close to him, you can hardly hide any secrets.

This feeling made Fatty Wu feel terrified. After all, no one likes the feeling of being seen through by others.

Fortunately, He Chuan doesn't like to use this ability. Most of the time, he hides in the corner and enjoys the world alone.

But this ability is really useful.

If there is a case that has fallen into a bottleneck, let He Chuan touch the weapon and you will find clues in almost every ten years.

This made Fatty Wu a little envious.

Alas, they are the same people, why do some people become so... well, special?

He Chuan's body was trembling constantly.

One by one, one after another, was like wounds that were cut by blunt objects, appeared on his skin.

Scarlet blood beads soaked out of the wound.

Bang!

He Chuan's body shook and swayed for a while.

"Chuan'er, are you okay?"

Fatty Wu put away his thoughts and rushed over.

"It's okay." He Chuan shook his head and stopped him.

In the last scene in my impression, he seemed to hit a stone.

My mind is still a little dizzy at this moment.

In addition to his head, He Chuan's stomach was also churning, and the feeling of being constantly hit was not good.

vomit!

He Chuan couldn't control himself, and he supported himself on the ground with one hand, covered his stomach and started vomiting.

He vomited a lot, including sour water, milk tea, and a little blood, and his internal organs were also injured.

It took a while before He Chuan recovered.

Fatty Wu touched his body for a long time and took out a pack of tissues. He took apart the tissues, pulled one and handed them to He Chuan.

He Chuan took the tissue and wiped his mouth. Fatty Wu took out another tissue and began to wipe the sweat beads on He Chuan's forehead.

He Chuan felt like he had been fished out of water. The tissue was stained on his forehead and it became soaked in a few strokes.

"Don't get so close to me." He Chuan took the tissue and said weakly.

He Chuan hates men, or rather, he hates contact with "people".

As long as he gets too close, he can feel the other person's emotions, which is not a good feeling.

"Okay, you can wipe it yourself." Fatty Wu threw the tissue to He Chuan.

He sniffed his nose, saw the wound on He Chuan's body, and shook his head.

If it weren't for the fact that this ability had too much side effects, the man wouldn't have retired from the police station before he was thirty.

He Chuan slowly wiped the wound, stood up from the ground, and sorted out his clothes.

"You are right, the deceased was indeed pushed down from the mountain."

"Do you know who it is?" Fatty Wu was shocked and quickly began to ask.

"I don't know." He Chuan shook his head.

He could sense some emotions, but he could not see the picture.

Just like he could feel someone pushing him from behind, but he couldn't "see" that person.

"If this is the case, it will be difficult." Fatty Wu began to frown, "The murderer's method of committing the crime is so simple, and there is no evidence left at all."

Even if you leave a knife, you can roughly reverse the murderer's profession or personality traits.

If you are lucky and find the source of this knife, there is a high probability that the murderer's movement trajectory can be derived.

But what's in this case?

Is the stone the deceased hit on head?

"The person who pushed the dead was not very strong. He was probably a woman or a thin man." He Chuan recalled.

Although the force came suddenly, it didn't feel very big. If the deceased didn't happen to be standing on the edge of the cliff, it might be the degree of staggering.

"You follow this idea and look at the nearby surveillance cameras to see if you can find suspicious people with similar conditions."

"That's how..." Fatty Wu fell into deep thought. Although the scope is still very wide, most of the people who come here for a walk are older men and women, and their strength is not too great.

"I'll leave the rest to you." He Chuan took out his cell phone and looked at the time.

Fatty Wu looked up and realized that in just a moment, the sky had completely darkened.

"You are fine, are you in good health?" He always looked at him and felt like He Chuan was going to die in the next second.

"I can't die." He Chuan patted the dust, took out his folded gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.

Fatty Wu: “…”

On the way back, the two walked very slowly.

In addition to He Chuan's poor health, he is also because he is walking on a mountain road now.

After all, the deceased in this case fell from the mountain.

When he was about to reach the parking place, Fatty Wu suddenly pulled He Chuan and dragged him to a remote place.

There are not many street lights here, only one is more than ten meters away. When they hide in the corner, they disappear.

"What's wrong?" He Chuan looked at Fatty Wu.

Fatty Wu made a "shhh" gesture at him, then reached out and pointed forward.
Chapter completed!