Time-Limited Hunt

The answer to Su Heting was a busy call, and he called again, saying, "Well, that doesn't seem to happen. www.sto123.cc or did you ever have any brothers?"

The answer to Su Heting was still a busy call. He persevered. He called again and said quickly at the moment when he was on the opposite side. Can you tell me more about what games you plan to play? I’m curious if I don’t participate."

Yan Junxun ignored him, but looked back at the scrapped private car. The plush toy with the crooked head was still sitting inside, as if abandoned in this piece of steel bush. An innocent man was involved in a game of neuropathy, and became a pile of blood (meat rou) in the pocket of the indulgent.

The other party wanted to tell Yan Junxun that the game had to be played like this.

This madman made Yan Junxun feel familiar, and the subtle familiarity made him look in the mirror. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he felt like he had met this madman. Yan Junxun did not believe every word said by the madman.

This man was deliberately provocative, he wanted to anger Yan Junxun. His thoughts-Yan Junxun stood in the shards of glass all over the floor thinking, this crazy man's thoughts ran equally fast. Su Heting's instincts are correct, this person understands the system, he understands Yan Junxun's calculation method. However, he couldn't wait too much. Whether it was the clown or this recording, he could not wait to write his understanding of Yan Junxun on his face.

I know how to do it, you will be angry, hurry up. Stormy, hysterical! Pick up your steel rod again as expected and smash all your trust in yourself. Falling into madness before destruction is more interesting than direct (death) death.

Yan Junxun put the steel rod back under the seat. He likes to put things back in the same position. He sat back in the car, turned on the air-conditioner, and signaled Shi Shanyan to get in the car.

"My elder brother is calling me." Shi Shanyan gave up the idea of ​​drawing one. He could only hold one hand (cha) because of the lock. He lowered his head and kicked away the glass fragments at his feet, and smiled at Su Heting: "You see how great he is, and he has first-rate control over his emotions, just like the data entered in advance, it should explode here, he will explode. Suddenly, it broke out and returned to peace." When he looked up, his eyes were shone by the sun, but he did not avoid it, but only narrowed a little, "He is ten thousand times more cute than you screaming...but I hope he is more right I am angry, not wasting my emotions on a sewer mouse."

"I guess he didn't notice you at all, you are an alarm in his eyes, and he will be shown a red light warning at any time." Su Heting and Shi Shanyan are not a pervert, but he knows Shi Shan very well Yan’s interest, “I even suspect that Fu Chenghui is deliberate. He used Yan Junxun to attract you so that you can settle down and stop standing like a lion at the summit.

"Then I am very satisfied," Shi Shanyan's voice gradually sank. "If no one (dry gan) bothers."

***

Yan Junxun's hair was a little sweaty, which made his eyes look even brighter towards Shi Shanyan. The whole person is like a white cherry that has just been soaked in cold water. His body is a little squeamish, and he is not able to withstand the hot and cold attacks, a little violent sunlight will make him sweat.

Yan Junxun's body is more candid than Yan Junxun. It was pitiful in Shi Shanyan's eyes, carrying a thorn-like soul, which was about to be crushed.

Shi Shanyan hung Su Heting's phone outside the car. He sat in and asked, "Where next?"

Yan Junxun did not immediately answer, he turned back, looked at the front, and after a while said: "I want to conduct the conductor."

Shi Shan postponed the past, but did not let go when Yan Jun sought it. Shi Shanyan's fingertips were almost close to Yan Junxun's fingertips, but that wasn't his fault, he was just handing things in a normal and random way.

Yan Junxun’s fingers didn’t flinch, which made Shi Shanyan feel good, but he had to press the ** in order to prevent him from holding Yan Junxun’s wrist in the next second.

"Sorry," Shi Shanyan looked at Yan Junxun, his fingers slightly loose, "Are you going to talk to Jiang Li?"

"Jiang Li knows the details of the case." Yan Junxun took the conducting device, and the temperature of Shi Shanyan remained on it, which made Yan Junxun a little unaccustomed, but he didn't show it.

This crazy man, Yan Junxun intends to call the other party that way. This lunatic uses Huo Qingjun as his opening remarks. He wants to tell Yan Junxun that he has the ability to be black and white. He designated the victim and the murderer, just like playing puppets, and confusing others' lives without guilt. Yan Junxun finally understood where the sense of contradiction that had always existed in this case was that it made the murderer suddenly appear so obvious, just to make Yan Junxun "see" clearly.

"Let me think about it," Yan Junxun threw the conductor on his hand and looked at Shi Shanyan. "Let me think about what you said about me. You understand his motives and found this case early. There are also lunatics involved," he stared at Shi Shanyan, biting heavily, "right."

"Then you have to think about it," Shi Shanyan picked up the side water bottle and asked naturally, "Can I drink?"

How pure he asked, as if he was a big brother who talked about civilization and politeness.

"Don't ask me," Yan Junxun stripped his disguise. "You didn't plan to put it back as it was."

Shi Shanyan unscrewed the bottle cap and wiped Yan Junxun's lips with his eyes for a second before drinking, but only for a second, but it was enough. He said happily: "You really know me."

Shi Shanyan's throat knot slipped in Yan Junxun's gaze, the sound of swallowing was not too loud, but Yan Junxun heard clearly. He didn’t think too much intentionally, but the sound was stuck to his ear, the feeling was like—

The voice of Shi Shanyan is very (sexual).

"Love the news, like being targeted," Yan Junxun looked away, even though he had no expression, but still a bit impassive, "You were talking about lunatics."

"No," Shi Shanyan pinched the water bottle and thought for a while, "When I use ‘I’ as the subject, I confess myself. Do you really think he likes news?”

The truck at the end of the tunnel started to drive, and the whistle gradually approached. Yan Junxun had to lie on his back, buried his face between his arms, and leaned against the steering wheel.

Be quiet.

Yan Jun thinks that lunatics don't like news. Yes, he doesn't like it. He likes to **** (cao) so far, and standing behind the scenes makes him feel more accomplished.

"A woman who has long experienced (sexuality) (violent bao) strength and spiritual (violent bao) strength," Shi Shanyan's voice was very slow, and he went in along Yan Junxun's pinna. "She must have extraordinary courage to resist. Who guided her to do such a thing? You like to think about the details, it is better to set them aside now, think about this murderer in the way you are good at."

"The madman designed the murder," Yan Junxun made it very clear. "He prompted the murderer to take his hand."

"Of course, this lunatic, um—" Shi Shanyan frowned slightly, as if mentioning that the other party had already made him very uncomfortable, "This mouse likes to roam the Internet, and his abilities are all there."

"He wants to guide the murderer, it takes time," Yan Junxun turned his face, regardless of whether the face was pressed on the steering wheel or not, and said to Shi Shanyan, "He must let the murderer be abnormal first."

The murderer's abnormality runs through the case.

"Assume that if the murderer (killed sha) (violent bao) tried to force her husband..."

"Here, when there are only two of us," Shi Shanyan exaggerated, "you don't need to make assumptions. Don't let Artemis and Jiang Li affect you, you are a genius."

The messy information in Yan Junxun's head was quiet. He seemed to be sitting on the pieces and playing with puzzles. He picked these fragments and tried to see more clearly.

The murderer (killed sha) (violent bao) force her husband.

She had been beaten so many times, maybe escaped, but was pulled back by pulling her hair. She encountered these for a long time, and started before the war. Is Yan Junxun (gan) before the war? He forgot, that is not important, his memory is not worth mentioning. In short, the murderer endured for a long time, her only way was to endure, because no one gave her a second way.

"She isn't..." Yan Jun couldn't find a suitable word to describe the murderer. "She is full of pity for her weak things. This is the only dignity left for her. She is very kind to the children."

So she will insist on returning to Li Jianhua's house to feed those goldfish, she is afraid that they will starve to death.

"But the child is gone," Yan Junxun's eyes gradually condensed. "She was greatly stimulated."

Her husband is neither a good husband nor a good father. See what she is doing She filled the guilt of the child into Li Jianhua's system, where she played the role of her parents hard.

"The child is an opportunity, they must have a quarrel for this (fafa)," Yan Junxun wanted to smoke again, he did not want to think about the pictures himself, "Then she (killed sha) lost her husband, this is the beginning."

That's right, this is the beginning. This is the beginning of the murderer and the beginning of the lunatic.

The lunatic does not care about the miserable lives of these people. He chooses them carefully here, puts these people around the neck like a rag doll, and sticks them to his works. But the killer’s pain should end after (sha killing) her husband. The madman must let the pain last. His game has just begun.

What is this scum **** (dry gan)?

"He wants to give the killer some hints," Shi Shanyan emptied his head, "Let the murderer discover his abnormality. This method is very similar to our commonly used monitoring skills. If you don't want to be discovered by the task object, give He signals him that he is in self-doubt. When he can't find anything, he will start to think that he has a problem."

"He continued to stab the murderer," Yan Junxun saw the conductor lying aside, "in the safest way."

***

Chen Xiulian couldn't remember when He Zhiguo appeared. She was indeed a bit forgetful. Anyway, He Zhiguo's voice always exists. Sometimes it sounds like a mosquito, sometimes like a car whistle. The day when she (killed sha) removed He Zhiguo was a long time ago, and He Zhiguo was lying on (bed chuang).

Oh. Chen Xiulian remembered. He Zhiguo was paralyzed at that time.

The beasts raised by the **** collapsed.

Is my daughter leaving class?

Chen Xiulian asked He Zhiguo when he served, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Chen Xiulian was very frustrated, she just wanted to pick up Qinqin for class. She feeds He Zhiguo, and He Zhiguo scolds her crazy.

I'm not crazy.

Chen Xiulian looked at He Zhiguo in black and white photos and repeated softly: "I'm not crazy. I understand what I'm doing, you don't understand. You don't understand anything."

Yes, how do beasts understand? His head was full of attack signals.

People are really strange, Chen Xiulian is always confused. Why do everyone walk on two legs, but they are always a little different? They don't seem to belong to this (group qun body, survive by (violent bao) force, and are full of power to tear and destroy life.

You **** can't see it's already **** there?

"□□......" He Zhiguo scolded in Chen Xiulian's ear again.

You can't see.

Chen Xiulian held up the photo and tore it a little bit to see He Zhiguo's face split. She left the eye on He Zhiguo's photo and posted it on the basement wall.

You look carefully.

Chen Xiulian turned on the light and was in a good mood.

"That's how you died."