Time-Limited Hunt

Huo Qingjun's room was poorly lit, and the only small window was covered by rag-like curtains. +++ The camp bed from the second-hand market www.NovelMTL.com squatted by the scaled wall, like a malnourished prisoner, covered in moldy sheets. The furnishings in the room were messy, and the books that fell all over the plastic table were basically related to criminal law and mathematics.

"Someone made a special trip to pay tribute to him," Shi Shanyan's shoe tip avoided the petals at the door. "It's still lilies."

Yan Junxun was attracted by the wall behind the plastic table, which was covered with drafts, all of which were math problems done by Huo Qingjun. Yan Junxun walked a few steps, did not hesitate to write these drafts, turned his head slightly, and saw those scribbled or neat handwriting in the dense mathematical problems-

I was wronged.

This is Huo Qingjun's only comment on the draft, regardless of the size of the handwriting, he wrote very hard. The tip of the pen pierced the scratch paper, and the ink stained the math problems one by one. He was proving himself like crazy.

"Welcome--" Suddenly, a mechanical sound came from the march (bed chuang), only two words were spoken, and he fell into the murmur of "Zila", and then said a few seconds later, "You are back."

Shi Shanyan saw an overdated little robot beside Huo Qingjun’s pillow. He wore a hat on his elliptical head and snuggled on the quilt. He repeatedly said, “You’re back.”

"Little toys that were eliminated a hundred years ago." Shi Shanyan looked at the little robot for a while and asked, "Do you live here?"

The electronic eyes of the little robot goggles flashed faintly, and followed the system design answer: "Yes, I live here, this is my home."

"It's cool," Shi Shan paused. "How about your dad?"

"I don't have a dad." The little robot couldn't understand the change in human tone, and it said to itself, "Teacher, welcome you home."

This kind of robot first appeared to teach children to talk, they can do the simplest information recognition, can communicate with children a little, and later was replaced by intelligent systems, and has been regarded as an antique collection in developed areas such as light track and Guangtong . They are small and only smarter than ordinary dogs.

The little guy was taken good care of by Huo Qingjun. Except for the old one, all limbs were clean. It can't tell who is Huo Qingjun, and simply treats all the people in this room as Huo Qingjun. It has no attacks (sexuality) or alertness (sexuality xing), and only rely on its old data analysis and chat with people.

While Shi Shanyan was talking to the robot, the sound of the man playing the game next door was clearly transmitted. Yan Junxun was surrounded by two voices, and the small window that was too high to see clearly made him feel uncomfortable.

The murderer has never been here.

Yan Junxun found no traces of her here, here are traces of Huo Qingjun.

The window has never been opened, it should have been sealed. The pen that Huo Qingjun did not cover tightly lay on the table, and the suppressed textbook appeared as it was. There are no other people’s footprints on the pile of books collapsed by Yan Junxun’s legs, only Huo Qingjun’s.

Why doesn't she come in?

She couldn't find a reason.

Do not.

Yan Jun thought, if she wanted to come, there must be a way. She is obsessed with the goal and the life of the goal. She patrolled like a queen, and this is her territory. But she had not been to Huo Qingjun's house. She didn't know where Huo Qingjun's house was. She just didn't want to come.

"What song would you sing?" Shi Shanyan talked to the little robot here.

"I don't know how to sing," said the little robot. It slowly raised its arm and held one of its ears. "If you want to listen to music, I can let you listen."

Shi Shanyan held the venue and said, "Let me listen."

The little robot was still. Five seconds later, Shi Shanyan and Yan Junxun heard the rain. The sound of the rain was dense and dense, soaking his ears, and Yan Junxun's skin under the t-shirt was alarming. He could not adapt to this humid environment. But the sound of rain is very long. It beats the moor, covering the stream, like a dense forest breathing. This is the sound of sleep.

The small robot will only choose the music with the most loops, which shows that Huo Qingjun often needs to sleep in the rain (sleep Shui). He seemed to want to soak mold in his dark and damp room. He lingered in this remote and dilapidated gap, without fire, without sun, only rain.

"Turn off." Yan Junxun suddenly turned back.

He felt very bad, sticky, as if he was lying on this march (chuang). He saw the horns on the small robot while talking, which was covered on the day Huo Qingjun disappeared.

Huo Qingjun covered it with a quilt, perhaps (touching Mo) its head, and walked out with the unbound staple paper.

"Goodbye teacher."

The little robot waved at him as usual.

Goodbye teacher.

Huo Qingjun walked out in the rain, and then turned into corpses and soaked in the drain. Yan Junxun clearly remembered all the details in the data. As Shi Shanyan said, the murderer took off Huo Qingjun's clothes (tuo) and she didn't understand how to divide the corpse. She pushed Huo Qingjun to the place where the first two people were executed, and used to hold his body. She also wore rubber gloves for cleaning.

But blunt cutting is not smooth, and the (meat rou) block is handled very badly.

Shouldn't be like this, Yan Junxun thought quickly.

This is her third victim. She already knows where to start, but she disposes of Huo Qingjun's body the worst.

Huo Qingjun may be alive at the time, he was not dead, he struggled.

Yan Junxun breathed slightly, and the **** rain in the room was still ringing, and he felt blood spilled on his face. The blackboard in my head sounded scribbled writing, and the sound effect of the man next door crashed into Yan Junxun's thinking like a locust. Yan Junxun constantly switched between the blackboard and the conjecture screen, just like watching black and white movies on the construction site, the whole brain was filled with information.

Damn it!

Yan Junxun wanted to lift the collar of the man next door, hit his head on the table, and turn off his game.

Don't quarrel me, don't **** quarrel me!

Yan Junxun was silent, with the meaning of clenching his teeth.

It was exactly six o'clock, and the rumbling sound of the light rail transportation was directly rolled over like a mountain, and the whole area was shaking with heavy transport. The pile of books under the plastic table collapsed completely, and the sound of the light and iron crossing swallowed all the noise like a huge wave.

The murderer killed Huo Qingjun on the stage where the corpse was divided.

Too easy, she must have used something. She will not fight them, she has a way to make them unable to fight back.

The pen on the plastic table was shaken open, the pen tip knocked on the thick manuscript paper, and the ink marks were like black (color) blood spread out.

Huo Qingjun's blood was all over the table, but the murderer didn't care. Of course she doesn't care, every time she divides her body. She was just not happy. She had never encountered resistance in her crime of being a "man" (offering Fan). This was the first time that she wanted to give Huo Qingjun a face.

Only Huo Qingjun's body was bitten by the dog.

***

Chen Xiulian carefully discerned the fly in the corner. She didn't want to abuse (kill sha) innocence, so she gently flicked the fly's wings and took it off the mill (bed chuang).

The fly fell stiffly to the ground and died early.

"It's been raining too little this month," Yang Yu (Tuo Tuo) took off his rubber gloves and fanned with his hand. "I can't get out of the sun. My son is so spoiled for Nade, and shouts hot every day. I haven't worked outside this month."

Chen Xiulian sat on her body and watched the coke truck outside the glass enter the garden, saying, "Don't control him, let him earn money to eat."

Yang Yu wiped the sweat from the temples with the back of her hand. She broke her hand this morning (during gan) and didn't have time to manage it. The blood had coagulated into strips. She was so tired that she couldn't stand, and she sighed: "I don't care about him. Who cares about him? Having a child is like asking for debts. Staying at home doesn't do anything (dry gan). My wife and children have to be raised by me." She looked To Chen Xiulian, "I am so old that I will soon be unable to move."

Chen Xiulian watched the transport truck in silence for a while, they crawled on the ground like ants. She said: "You can't afford him if you work ten more jobs."

Yang Yu poured water with Chen Xiulian every day. His son also ran a few coke trucks at the beginning of the year. After the summer, he completely stopped (dry gan). He lay at home all day playing games. When he was hungry, he called his mother. He can also sit in front of the game.

"My life is too bitter, my husband's short-lived ghost, my son's debt collector, and I'm still cleaning toilets for people in my fifties." Yang Yuyue said more aggrieved, and wiped his eyes hurriedly with his hands. The sentences are still annoying, so choose one out of four. His daughter-in-law doesn't dare to speak, and will be beaten if he agrees with a few sentences."

"Isn't your daughter-in-law just born?"

"Oh, which tube did he drink," Yang Yu caught a little dust in the crow's feet of her eyes, and she sucked her nose, "I let his wife and I follow me at night (sleep Shui) ."

Chen Xiulian said nothing.

After a while, Yang Yu got up and said, "I see that the case in the Puli District is scary. Fortunately, we haven't worked in the past, and we don't know when people can catch it. Today, the Inspectorate will go to the spot to check People have checked the diary, and it has been a long time delay. I haven't finished the work at the other end. Now I'll clean up in the past. You will wait for me later. Let's go together."

Chen Xiulian nodded and watched Yang Yu go away. There was no one in the indoor lounge area at dusk. At this time, the driver had to stay outside and count the number of rounds of coke transportation with the recorder in the weighing room, before she had eaten.

Chen Xiulian clicked on her light screen, and the page stopped on Liu Chen's real-time push news.

Liu Chen keeps track of the investigation progress of the Inspectorate Bureau, Jiang Li has not negotiated with him. He specifically criticized the attitude of the Inspectorate Bureau on the homepage today, and the comments below are very excited. Chen Xiulian didn't want to see it. She cut into Liu Chen's fan chat room, where the bill was hot.

Snow in May: [The case will be broken]

Ferry boat: [? ? What internal information do you have? 】

Snow in May: [The Inspectorate Bureau has a profile profiler who specializes in this case]

Liu Chen, a cutting-edge media person: [Oh, I also heard about it that there is no one to reveal the name of this expert temporarily. do you know? I can pay. 】

Xue in May did not speak. He seemed to be thinking about the gains and losses, and entered a few minutes later: [A little history, not too afraid to say here. Does Liu Ji meet? I can provide it to you for free】

Liu Chen did not answer, it should be a private chat.

Chen Xiulian never speaks here. She doesn't like to chat with strangers very much. That's what her husband loves to do. She also doesn't care who the superintendent of the Inspectorate is. She just wants to hear a good cry.

"□□Mom," Chen Xiulian's ear heard the voice of her husband He Zhiguo again. He shouted like Chen Xiulian's ear, "You are in trouble! Wait for you to be caught!"

Chen Xiulian pressed her lips tightly.

"Quickly kill all the dogs, the house is full of odor, and almost smoked the old man!" He Zhiguo's spit stars were sprayed on Chen Xiulian's face, "As soon as his mother told you to throw it in the boiler, you must feed the dog !"

"Shut up," Chen Xiulian's face was awkward and repeated lowly, "You **** shut up!"

Her shadow was alone on the ground.