Time-Limited Hunt

Jiang Li went out of the door and was stopped by Yan Junxun. He thought that Yan Junxun would say something about Shi Shanyan, and he looked very serious when he turned around. +++Kartino Novel Network www.NovelMTL.com turned out that Yan Junxun just looked at him and threw the key of the car he dropped.

"Number..." Jiang Li took the car key and tried to change the title, "Shi Shanyan may need..."

"You tell Fu Chenghui," Yan Junxun's face was violently exposed in the sun, showing an impersonal whiteness. He said seriously, "This is only once."

Jiang Li gestured "understand" and lowered his voice: "Do you know why he didn't run last night? Fu Yunlin told me that Black Panther had an information positioning chip implanted in him."

"Oh," Yan Junxun felt that the ice water he had just drank was useless. "Fu Chenghui sold chips."

"I won't release the shackles for him for a while," Jiang Lian walked around the car and shouted to Yan Jun, "Call the conductor for something."

Yan Jun nodded and found Shi Shanyan looking at him through the glass. He doesn't like to be stared. Being stared will always make him feel uncomfortable, especially when staring at people like Shi Shanyan.

Jiang Li drove the car slowly out of the narrow road, and suddenly smelled a smell of smoke. He looked at the reversing mirror in horror and saw Shi Shanyan leaning on the backrest, biting an unknown cigarette.

"It hasn't been a long time," Shi Shanyan's eyes passed smoothly. "Don't you mind?"

The smell of smoke gradually diffused in the car, and fiddled with Jiang nervous nervously. Jiang Li withdrew his gaze and said, "Understood, I also like to smoke when I have a difficult case."

"I think Yan Junxun did not compile," Shi Shanyan smiled. "How do you find him to solve the case?"

Jiang Li turned the steering wheel, hesitating for a few seconds before answering or not, saying: "He is so powerful, he thinks differently from others."

"Yan Junxun's assistance to you are all serial (sha killing) people," Shi Shan extended to the iron ashtray prepared by Jiang Lian, and he was playing with ashes. "He can quite sympathize with the pervert."

At this moment, at 13 o'clock noon, the heat wave washed the window back and forth, Jiang Li wanted to speak, but did not know what to say. The car in the adjacent lane is sounding whistle, accompanied by the rhythmic minute and second sound in the car, making Jiang Liru feel like a needle felt.

"Jun Xun has a unique sense of smell and can shield some (dry) nuisance elements when handling cases," Jiang Li made his expression look normal. "I think this is due to his keenness and his uniqueness. Growing environment."

"A fat mother?"

"Yes," Jiang Li's thumb rubbed the steering wheel. "He...was raised by the family system. Fatta is only a part of it. There is also an'Artemis' teacher. Fatta is responsible for taking care of Jun Xun's daily life. In life, Artemis is responsible for tutoring his studies. Jun Xun once said that when he starts thinking, he will think of the blackboard when Artemis taught him literacy, that is the root of his ability to concentrate on thinking." Jiang Lian A quick glance at Shi Shanyan, "According to the system classification, fat is the father's horn (color)."

Shi Shanyan's expression became intriguing.

"...By the way," Jiang Li asked anxiously, "Where did your lighter come from?"

"This?" Shi Shanyan erected a lighter and threw it into the ashtray indifferently. "Fu transported it."

***

Yan Junxun returned to the house, and the panda was eating in the kitchen. Its tail squeezed out of the curtain, and two fat legs could be seen busy. Yan Jun couldn't find the information in a hurry, he leaned over and pushed the crooked coffee table upright.

This is Shi Shanyan's crooked.

Although Shi Shanyan's legs are indeed very long, Yan Junxun intuition is intentional. This behavior is like silently proclaiming that he has come-he has come, he has entered the territory of Yan Junxun, and even left his mark.

The panda came out holding the tray and said to Yan Junxun: "The southern war has stopped. Our cattle (meat rou) are still so expensive. I have to think about the recipe for next week."

Yan Junxun eats in the panda's nagging.

"Today, this Mr. Shi looks really handsome, and he is also very polite. Is it Jiang Li’s new colleague? Not quite like that, he looks like Jiang Lian’s leader." Panda said alertly, "Mr. Yan please The potatoes are also eaten, and eating (meat rou) will cause constipation."

Yan Junxun plucked a piece of potato, stuffed it into his mouth, and perfunctoryly "huh".

"His sense of smell is so good," Panda continued to discuss Shi Shanyan. "It also smells that you just drank a cow (milk Nai)."

"People are also very smart," Yan Junxun remembered last night, "Like a criminal\criminal."

Panda was amused: "You rarely praise others for being smart."

"He deceived my eyes," Yan Junxun took two bites of rice. "I thought he wanted to run."

Shi Shanyan’s attitude towards Fu Yun seemed to be to terminate the transfer task. What he said to Yan Junxun also made Yan Junxun hesitate, but he couldn’t run at all and didn’t want to run. From the beginning, he relied on himself Mismatched with the information in the parking area, everyone was teased. Yan Junxun didn't relish the greasiness of the lighter until the lights went out.

Shi Shanyan's behavior from the beginning to the end was too natural. He handed his vulnerability to Yan Junxun and asked Yan Junxun to send it back without knowing it. This abominable (fuck cao) lust. Yan Junxun observes him, he is also observing Yan Junxun.

"If this is an exam," Yan Junxun sighed, put the empty bowl back on the tray, and said angrily, "I must have failed."

"Don't be discouraged," Panda comforted him. "We have to look at the problem dialectically. In general, there are still gains."

"What's the catch?"

"A friend," panda spread his paws, "a handsome friend."

"Ah," Yan Junxun was even more angry, "I'm so happy."

***

The next day the sun was very big. Yan Junxun parked the car at the entrance of the Inspectorate Bureau. He had not pulled out the key, and heard someone knocking on his window. Yan Junxun rolled the window down and put on a pair of sunglasses.

Not only did Shi Shanyan change his new shirt, he also cut his hair. If he was still wearing a shackle, anyone would consider him an elite in the Inspectorate. He pulled the sunglasses down for a while, seeing no joy or displeasure, and said, "You are not punctual."

Yan Junxun turned his face and replied: "This is my working time."

When Shi Shanyan got on the train, Xiaolong held his front paws in embarrassment and said to him: "Welcome Mr. Shi, do you have any requirements for the seat?"

"Slightly narrow," Shi Shanyan adjusted his sitting posture, "Okay, thank you."

"The in-car system navigates for you," Xiao Julong asked tentatively, "Does Mr. Yan need some soothing music?"

Yan Jun nodded and stepped on the accelerator to make Shi Shanyan feel the car's speed.

***

Yan Junxun parked the car in front of the telephone pole in the corner alley of Huihe District. When he got out of the car, he saw a mess of advertisements posted on the telephone pole, as well as several wanted announcements with unclear faces.

Shi Shanyan snapped his sunglasses to the small orange faucet and closed the door to look around.

This is an old city. The buildings on all four sides are like charcoal-gray stoves. All the residents hang their underwear on the small balcony of their homes. The windows of the low-rise residents are sealed by the iron nets, and they can only poke the poles out of the gaps of the iron nets, and occupy the places where people walk. This area is not well ventilated. Hot weather boiled the smell of sweat and sewage, and stewed people like a stew.

Not long after getting out of the car, Yan Junxun sweated. He carried the ice water prepared in the car and entered the community, looking for the building number.

"Go on the left," Shi Shanyan turned his head, "Building 4 is here."

The corridors of the old building are very dirty, and the walls have long become graffiti boards. Shi Shanyan did not forget to appreciate these arts when he went upstairs. Several exaggerated human bodies were drawn into bows, and the lines of women's tan (lu) were covered with all kinds of handprints, but their faces were painted with a beard like a spoof.

The first victim, Liu Xincheng, lived on the third floor. There were not only graffiti on the walls of this floor, but also some scribbled messages.

(强qiang)\(呂jian)!

(Dry gan) Beautiful.

(Fuck cao)!

The word "(操cao)" is very large, focusing on circles, painted in striking red (color).

Liu Xincheng is 48 years old this year. He served as the senior financial section chief of the Hongxing Steel Plant in the mooring area ten years ago. He was sentenced to four years for the intern defendant who invaded the same company and compensated the victim at that time. Seven hundred thousand. Four years later, he was released from prison and divorced his wife. He moved to Huihe Community to live alone, where he watched the night show for the Mahjong Hall at the entrance of the community.

On the evening of March 6th, Liu Xincheng did not go to work at the Mahjong Hall. The boss thought he was going to drink again. When he was contacted by the conductor next day, no one answered. The boss's first reaction was that he owed his rent and ran away. He immediately contacted him in this piece to collect people collectively. In the end, he didn't catch him, but caught Liu Xincheng's body fragment in the drain.

Yan Junxun opened the door of Liu Xincheng's house with the key given by Jiang Lian, and the sultry heat in the room suddenly popped out. Yan Junxun raised his hand and flicked it slightly, without covering his mouth and nose.

The space inside the house is very tight. The living room is a bedroom. Liu Xincheng uses several plastic panels as compartments, and inside is the bathroom. The windows didn't open, the curtains were pulled, and the room was stuffy, but unexpectedly there wasn't much odor of life.

Yan Junxun opened the seal in front of the kitchen, and saw that the only dishes in the kitchen were jammed in the doorless cabinets, and the stove had only the ash accumulated in these three months.

Shi Shanyan did nothing, but glanced under the table, there was a trash can without plastic bags.

Yan Junxun suddenly asked: "Did you smell anything?"

Shi Shanyan replied easily: "Nothing but dust."

***

Yan Junxun felt that this room had a strong sense of disobedience. He left the kitchen and approached the plastic baffle. The wall behind the plastic baffle is covered with the inner pages of the yellow (color) magazine. Liu Xincheng cut off the heads of these female photos and put on the rough, black and white head of his victim in the news newspaper. photo.

The vulgar (yan) pink (color) baffle has been used for a long time, the edges have been (touched Mo) into brownish yellow (color), and the lower part is dirty.

Yan Junxun stepped back two steps.

Liu Xincheng's habit of going to the toilet is very bad, he also likes to stand here to fly. His urine splashed on the plastic baffle for a long time, not only will it smell, but also make urine stains and fine spots become old and dirty.

He has such a sloppy lifestyle, but the room is very clean.

Standing in front of the curtain, Shi Shanyan wanted to look across the gap, and found that the window was covered with black and white photos taken by Liu Xincheng.

"Hmm--" Shi Shanyan leaned back slightly, as if struck by these photos, he raised his eyebrows and said, "This is still a **** who hates the verdict."