Time-Limited Hunt

Chen Xiulian was 20 years old in 2147 and had already entered the factory to work. At that time, there were four children in her family. The older brother wanted to study, and her mother sent her to work in the factory. She has been in the factory (dry gan) for two years and is very popular, because she is not only beautiful, but also very neat, but she is too tall to find the object.

My mother took Chen Xiulian around for a blind date. She went a few times, sitting on a chair like a newly picked vegetable, and was picked and picked. Chen Xiulian felt that she was skilled and could endure hardships. She didn't want to be wronged, so she never went back. The mother was anxious and dragged her, she just didn't cooperate.

It was this year that new workers were recruited from the factory, and a group of young men came, and one of them was called He Zhiguo. Someone made the match and let Chen Xiulian and He Zhiguo know each other at the dinner. Chen Xiulian was very kind to He Zhiguo's early reflections. She (sexuality) was shy and always blushed when talking to people. He Zhiguo not only enlivened the atmosphere, but always took care of her. The two became acquainted with each other, and every time Chen Xiulian worked overtime, He Zhiguo accompanied him to work overtime. When Chen Xiulian became ill, He Zhiguo asked for help.

However, He Zhiguo did not know what the reason was, and he never said that he had to confirm his relationship with Chen Xiulian. When someone asked him, he smirked and did not refute. Chen Xiulian thought that the time between the two people was not enough, they didn't understand well, and they had to wait. After six months, He Zhiguo had his birthday, he invited people to dinner to celebrate, and let Chen Xiulian drink a lot of wine at the dinner table. When Xi San, Chen Xiulian wanted to go back with her female companion, He Zhiguo said no, he was not drunk, and he could send Chen Xiulian home, but this sent him to his home.

Chen Xiulian will never forget the footage of that night. She wanted to go home, and He Zhiguo said no. She was so drunk that she could not stand steady, the door could not be opened, and He Zhiguo dragged her from the back with a half hug. She repeated "I'm going home", and He Zhiguo should have heard a few words at first, and then ignored her words. He dragged Chen Xiulian into the room and threw it on (bed chuang). Chen Xiulian later recalled that the memory began to break from here, from the picture to pure pain. Only the lamp in He Zhiguo's rental house remained before her eyes.

There was a dead fly hanging on the lamp, and it flickered.

Chen Xiulian felt sick, she couldn't stand it, she vomited loudly in struggle and beating. Later, she dreamed about the dead fly countless times, as if it was the fly that crawled over her body. She fainted and woke up again, the wine was gone, only pain.

Chen Xiulian knew how long the night was from that night. She thought it was over at dawn, but after a long time, she finally woke up and that was the beginning.

Chen Xiulian curled up in the corner of the bed and said to He Zhiguo, "I want to call the police."

He Zhiguo threw the paper on the ground and replied: "Are you sick? We are in love (guanguan), and it's up to you to go to bed. I didn't break the law."

Chen Xiulian didn't believe it. She took the bruise to the inspector's office in the village and said that I was (强qiang)\\\\(見jian), and I would sue He Zhiguo. The members of the Inspectorate are all acquaintances, and one of them turned to look at her and said who did you sue? Are you already in love with He Zhiguo? Chen Xiulian said that we were not in love, but no one ignored her. She sat at the inspectorate, from morning till night. He Zhiguo came to her, took her hand, and said why are you still angry? My mother also came to her and took her hand, saying you went home and quarreled with him.

Chen Xiulian felt that the world was really small, and everyone held her hand overnight. They said it was understandable. They said that this was the case. They said that you were unwilling. Why did you go with He Zhiguo? Why don't you want to celebrate He Zhiguo's birthday? You don’t want to, why don’t you resist?

Why don't you resist?

Why don't you **** resist?

Chen Xiulian wanted to scream, shout, hysterical! She wanted to tear open these same faces to see if people were ghosts underneath. But she couldn't do anything, she could only pull out her hand, pointed at He Zhiguo, and said that I would sue him (强qiang)\\\\(呂jian).

He Zhiguo knelt in front of Chen Xiulian, as if what she had just said was a confession declaration, which moved him to tears and weeping, and to marry her. The mother held Chen Xiulian's hand again and said distressedly that my daughter is 　, and their little couple often quarreled and noisy.

Chen Xiulian finally cried. She was sad to live to 20 years old, only to find that she was learning another language, a language that no one could understand. She became an alien species in an instant, and was thrown into the cracks of her soles, and no one was like her.

The mother brought her home, and He Zhiguo followed the door and said I would marry Xiulian. He told Chen Xiulian's mother-in-law very sincerely, included his own shop, and said that he would go to Xiulian in the future. The two people touched each other and hit it off, as if this was a business, and Chen Xiulian was the object of this business.

In this comedy, Chen Xiulian gradually discovered that she was strange. She was too strange. He Zhiguo was her boyfriend who had never spoken. It was only a fly that suppressed her that night. She lay on the window at home, watching the sun rise and fall. Every night she can't sleep (Shui), she closes her eyes and refutes herself. It was too painful to refute, she could only (qiang qiang) hold her eyes wide and let herself accept the script God gave.

Chen Xiulian was 20 years old in 2147 and married He Zhiguo in winter. She (sleeping Shui) was in the dream (bed chuang) and saw the familiar lamp, and the fly that lingered in her mind. He Zhiguo can use her. Her body does not belong to herself. Her eyes, her mouth, and her thoughts do not belong to herself.

Chen Xiulian had a problem for decades. What is she? Is she human? No one respects her. He Zhiguo drank alcohol and talked about his great achievements after getting drunk. How confident he is, using his wife as a badge, and feels that his wife is not decent enough.

He Zhiguo beats Chen Xiulian in order to govern his wife. He felt that he was very powerful, comparable to the heroes of the Civil War, and made outstanding contributions to the security of the family in the rear of the Northern League. Unfortunately, no one came to commend him, he talked online. He regards himself as a cultural person, and only a few words can attract countless brothers.

After the war, the economy in the berth area declined, a large number of steel mills closed down, and the small workshop of He Zhiguo also closed down. His moodiness became more apparent, and he had reached the stage of nervousness. At that time, Chen Xiulian had a piano, and the mother and daughter (sleeping Shui) were downstairs. One day she woke up in the middle of the night and turned to see He Zhiguo sitting at the door, (lu) staring at her with her head.

Chen Xiulian felt that He Zhiguo was sick. She didn't want He Zhiguo to be close to Qinqin, so she sat by Qinqin's bed all night. She works to feed the piano during the day and is willing to do anything. Qinqin is very sensible, every time after school, he lay on the table in the cafeteria to write homework, waiting for Chen Xiulian to get off work. Chen Xiulian finally felt that she was normal. Qinqin was her ties to the world. She was hiding money, saving one by one, wanted to let Qinqin go to school, wanted to take Qinqin away, wherever mother and daughter go.

But He Zhiguo hit Chen Xiulian's dream with a drunk driving.

***

It was raining early in the morning, and the raindrops slammed against the tin cover outside the small window. Liu Chen was awakened, his cheek was against the ground, and his nose was all musty in the basement. Several dogs were barking, and Liu Chen heard the door open.

"Get up." Chen Xiulian turned on the light and squatted down to pat Liu Chen's face.

Liu Chen spent the night in a damp basement, and had a headache. When he was photographed, he shuddered unconsciously, restraining the thought he wanted to avoid, fearing (thorn ci) that Chen Xiulian would be excited. He responded dumbly: "Wake up, wake up."

Chen Xiulian held a wooden stick for picking things, poked the stick out of the window, pressed against the metal cover, and pulled it over to cover the window.

The sound of rain became dull, like hot oil covered by a pot lid, and Liu Chen was in the oil (meat rou). Liu Chen’s glasses don’t know where they fell, and the walls are blurry at the moment. He rolled his eyes and there was a fire in his throat, the aftereffect of his shouting last night.

"I thought for one night," Chen Xiulian put down the wooden stick, picked up her rice bowl, and said while eating, "Your original intention is also good, right? You report those things, I think it is very good, but some words are very... "She thought about the vocabulary, "Like He Zhiguo."

Liu Chen was stunned last night, at this time the back was hot. He rolled his eyes and could only see Chen Xiulian's shoes.

Chen Xiulian is wearing her own shoes today and is planning to go to work later. She eats quickly, and the bowl is full of (meat rou). These (meat rou) are piled up in the refrigerator and will break if you don't eat them. She said: "You're very good-looking, I still wanted to call you before. Is the number you put on the homepage real?"

Liu Chen screened the keywords, his (dry gan) astringent lips twitched, and replied: "Really...really."

"Say this earlier," Chen Xiulian put the tableware aside, "I thought it was fake."

Liu Chen felt (chest xiong) that his mouth was too tight, and the rope on his body prevented him from breathing normally. He rubbed the ground and flipped his body.

Chen Xiulian watched Liu Chen's wriggling like maggots and asked, "Have you called me?" She seemed worried that Liu Chen could not understand, and took the lead to Liu Chen's eyes and shook it, "Here, Have you played?"

Liu Chen shook his head quickly, his face wet. When he opened his mouth, there was a musty smell, which seemed to swallow him.

"Oh," Chen Xiulian withdrew the lead. "It's not you. Do you know'Snow in May'? You talked about it. I saw it in the chat room." She was a little disappointed. "He called me. At that time, I thought you wanted to help me. I always wanted to talk to you and talk about my life."

"We..." Liu Chencang swallowed saliva imperiously, moistening his throat. "We can talk now."

Chen Xiulian listened to the rain and thought for a long time. After a while, she said: "No, you are not interesting. The reports are all deceiving."

She stood up and opened the clutter on the table. There are two kitchen knives (chas) in the sleeve. She takes them out and grinds them on the grindstone. She was already proficient and learned to use a kitchen knife to solve problems.

The grinding machines and saws left by He Zhiguo are no longer durable.

Liu Chen listened to the sharpening of the knife and cried slowly. He sobbed vigorously, rubbing tears and snot on his face, looking both humble and embarrassed. He rubbed his forehead on the ground and choked with sobs, "I'm sorry, sorry! But Huo Qingjun, Mr. Huo's case was clearly pronounced on me." He gradually cried out, "You can't blame this on my head, really, I just follow the verdict."

But Chen Xiulian ignored him, she stubbornly sharpened her knife in the dim light.

***

The rain was knocking on the glass window, Cheng Lixin was crying and making trouble in the investigation room, and said to Park Lin: "I really don't know any (killing sha) killers!"

Yan Junxun leaned on the glass and stared at Cheng Lixin. His thoughts were like rain, knocking on his head quickly, soaking the old and new details over and over, as if to bring out the murderer's taste.

"Yang Yu is at 240," Jiang Li came over from the other end and said to Yan Junxun, "She said she has several sisters who work together (gan), two of which are in the industrial park near Puli District. Go to work here. Chu, tell Jun Xun in detail."

"I checked the information of the two friends of Yang Yu, and they were all black households who did not pass the regional review. The daily access number is not theirs. One of them is Lin Hui, the aunt in the canteen inside the steel plant of the industrial park. It’s her son. The other is Chen Xiulian, a coke transportation driver inside the steel plant of the industrial park, and the number used is that of her husband, He Zhiguo.” Guan adjusted the light screen and continued to Yan Junxun, “Lin Hui usually works There is no holiday, little private contact with Yang Yu, and no job for her. Only Chen Xiulian has done cleaning work for Yang Yu in the past six months, and she knows where Yang Yang's family lives."

Yan Junxun's eyelids are very heavy, he said: "Okay."

"You don't seem to have a good face (color)." Su said a few pauses. "We tried to contact He Zhiguo, but no one answered the call."

The monitoring screen of Chen Xiulian in front of the weighing room appears on the light screen. She is waiting for the weighing room staff to weigh and make a record for the coke she pulled.

"His car has been used by Chen Xiulian."

Yan Junxun looked at Chen Xiulian in the monitor. She had deep wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. The reaction was not too fast. She listened to the staff very seriously.

Yan Jun thought about it.

She used this look to talk to Huo Qingjun. She looks so normal, there is no sense of distance, and even a little bully.

"But He Zhiguo moved his house in 2156. At that time, the parking area had already begun pre-war preparations, ignoring the real-time update of the residents' information. Yang Yu said that he did not know where they lived. Chen Xiulian never invited friends to play at home."

"She may have changed the license plate number, but she can't change the car," Yan Junxun said tiredly. "You can ask the steel mill to monitor and figure out her driving route, so she knows where she lives."

"Yes, we think so, but the tricky thing is that the steel mill refused to provide monitoring and truck driver related information," said Kuan, "because they have too many black households."

"This should invite you to find a way," Shi Shanyan still held the lollipop stick, and said strangely, "Is Yan Junxun a negotiating expert of the Inspectorate Bureau? Jiang Lian, rush."

Yan Junxun looked at the window again, the rain tore the glass apart. He always felt that a steel bullet was rolling in his head, as if there was a problem. But lunatics, drag racing, and the sound of rain packed his head, leaving him no time to think more.