Time-Limited Hunt

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The sultry heat in the room covered Yan Junxun, and he noticed sweat on his back. He wanted to breathe heavily, but he felt sick again.

The skin on the wall is wrinkled with tide, just like the skin of a human body that is blistered.

The bathroom window has long been broken, and the toilet inside is dusty and dirty. Wu Qionghua cried there, and the murderer dragged her back collar, pushing her in again and again.

Yan Junxun's throat was dry and bitter.

The murderer likes the bathroom. No, the murderer likes that narrow space.

Are you a rat in the sewer?

Yan Junxun frowned and turned his head, facing the window, letting the wind blow away the smell.

The murderer stayed in the bathroom for a long time, he called this process "education". He was really distorted, maybe he didn’t know what normal education was like at all.

Childhood trauma. Does this have anything to do with his stuttering?

"This event can make him feel confident," Shi Shanyan approached some Yan Junxun. "He felt happy during the process, and also unexpectedly reaped the sense of accomplishment given to him by the inspectorate."

"Expression," Yan Junxun echoed the murderer's stuttering voice in his head. "He always wants to prove himself."

The two victims he selected at the beginning are relatively old, and are already in a state of coming to an end. Wu Qionghua is the most obvious. There are only a few old customers left in her life. Such a victim has no ability to resist in front of the murderer.

"The age of the victim is constantly changing," Yan Junxun stood up, bypassing the wooden table. "The murderer thinks he is challenging."

The No. 1 victim Wu Qionghua is 43 years old, the No. 2 victim Li Si is 38 years old, No. 3 victim Bai Jingqing is 24 years old, and No. 4 victim Hu Xin is only 16 years old. The identities of the victims are very single, either female or female students.

"He mentioned the Liangpi shop again in his diary of the second crime. We can think of the Liangpi shop as his'home'. He is looking for prey with this as the center." Yan Junxun remembered every word in the diary, " He met No. 3 victim Bai Jingqing during the war," Yan Junxun saw the crack on the wall and continued, "And regarded Bai Jingqing as the most special... He did not commit crimes between 2160 and 2163. , The reason may be on Bai Jingqing."

The murderer has a weak side in his diary. He will complain repeatedly when he kills Wu Qionghua and Li Si, and even calls his mother, but he did not kill Bai Jingqing at all, and chose the description of "the weather is very good" as the beginning.

Qi Shi's confession contains information about Bai Jingqing, but unfortunately now they are all closed together with Gui.

Shi Shanyan touched his trouser pocket, and there was no smoke inside. He said, "Skip Bai Jingqing."

If Bai Jingqing really brought any change to the murderer, the change is most obvious to Hu Xin, the fourth victim.

"I didn't see a diary about Hu Xin," Yan Junxun saw the traces of stickers on the wall. "Jiang Lian also didn't have her address in the information."

"Hu Xin took classes in the No. 8 Middle School in the parking area, and went to school," Shi Shanyan said to Yan Junxun with no repentance. "I pointed it out from the encrypted archive of 玨."

Limpopo stood at the door. He only changed the combination lock for himself not long ago. The combination was difficult, which forced him to read the numbers so as not to enter the wrong sequence.

"8, 890..."

are you a pig?

"572..."

so stupid! Hurry up, Limbo!

Lin Bobo became more and more anxious, he grabbed his hair helplessly, so as not to fall into memories. But it's useless. As long as he stands in front of his house, he will automatically remember his mother's blame.

"8905...7..." Limpopo began to sweat, his face flushed, "72014."

The door opened and Lin Bobo was relieved. He wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and smiled contentedly.

Limpopo came in and changed shoes. His shoes are all neatly arranged, which is a **** habit. Things at home must be neat and a little messy, and his mother will become very anxious, and the result of anxiety will be insulting Limpopo.

are you a pig?

This is a **** mantra. His mother scolded his father like this, and he scolded him like this.

There are two bedrooms in the house, one for the mother and one for the grandfather. Now they belong to him because the mother and grandpa are dead. But Limpopo still lives in the living room. He doesn't like the smell in the bedroom. The smell of the long-sick person has penetrated the bedroom. As soon as he stands in, he will panic and sweat, as if his mother and grandpa are still alive.

"I'm going to cook," Limpopo put the purchased vegetables on the chopping board. "I'll wash the vegetables first, and then fry them."

His back looks weird because he is the only person in the living room and kitchen. He turned on the dim light and had to report every thing he did.

This is what his mother said.

Limpopo, pig, are you? Speak, hurry up, you will become stuttering with your mouth closed all day long! Tell me what are you doing? If you dare to stutter, I will use your needle to stab your mouth!

"I'm going to eat," Limpopo cut the vegetables. "I'm going to cut the vegetables..." He swallowed his saliva to cover his stammer, "cut into shreds."

Look up, Limpopo! Why are you looking down? Do you think you are inferior? Cheap bones! Are you scolding me in your heart? You little deflated...

Limpopo tried to straighten his back, his sweat dripping onto the back of his hand.

There was a small mirror on the refrigerator, and Lin Bobo used to peek at his mother from there. His mother's disheveled hair is always untidy, and she doesn't wear a bra. She only wears a sequined suspender skirt. She twists her body in the living room. If her mouth is not clean, it looks like raindrops falling down, which can drown Lin Bobo. Spit in the stars.

Whenever this time, Limpopo looked forward to his grandfather coming out. His grandpa has a wide forehead and tiger eyes. Those tiger eyes are dedicated to glaring and fucking. As soon as grandpa came out, his mother would go crazy. Lin Bobo likes his mother to go crazy, because his mother goes crazy and scolds everyone, not just scold him.

The oil splashed out when the dish was under the pot, and Lin Bobo hurriedly covered the lid. He was scared, afraid of being splashed with oil, the pain was too much like his mother was twisting his flesh.

There was crying in the bedroom. Intermittently, endlessly.

Lin Bobo remembers the hostage, but the cry is like the last voice of his mother. He moved a little bit of indifference, cleared his throat, and said honestly: "Don't cry, I'll cook for you and eat."

The little girl inside didn't seem to hear it.

The No. 8 Middle School in the parking area is located near the factory not far from the old business district. It was originally a middle school for the children of the factory, but it was later changed to the No. 8 Middle School in the parking area. However, the students here are still the children of the employees in the old factory. Because the school is close to the abandoned factory, the school walls are built very high, almost as high as the water tower in the old area, so it does not look like a school, like a prison.

Yan Junxun wears a baseball cap and sits on a street stall opposite the school gate to peel tea eggs.

Today is cloudy and very hot.

The tea egg boss only wore a vest, and his back was wet with sweat. When he was fishing for eggs, he said to Shi Shanyan, who was standing on the sideline smoking, "Are you also a parent?"

Shi Shanyan moved his gaze and fell on Yan Junxun's head, saying naturally: "It's brother."

"Brother?" The boss pointed to Yan Junxun, who was sitting on the stool, a blind guest. "No wonder, it looks so like. Why come here, do you sign up for your brother?"

Shi Shanyan smiled for a while and said, "A child as old as this is hard to control."

"That's how big it is to manage," the boss neatly clasped his hands, wiped the table and hugged his arms, chatting with Shi Shanyan. "However, it is better to go out and be harmed by going out."

"Yeah," Shi Shanyan pinched the smoke, and he's been smoking a little recently, "I heard that there was news some time ago in the school?"

"It's all news this time," the boss said. "A girl in high school was killed by someone at home. The murderer was so arrogant. He first challenged the Inspectorate on the news, and then tied a girl from the second middle school. The Inspectorate Bureau patrolled here every day for two weeks, but there was no way, that is, they couldn’t catch people.” He also said with emotion, “I heard that both girls are good at studying, and it’s the material that can pass the exam at the University of Light Rail. This murderer, sure It means losing the anti-social society and letting the children breathe out.

Shi Shanyan didn't answer, he looked to the left from this position and said, "This taxi is quite a lot."

"Recently, when the news came out, parents came to pick up their children to and from school. Is there a bus stop in this piece, can we not take a taxi?" The boss pointed to the buildings in the distance. take a taxi."

Shi Shanyan looked at the building and then to the old business district.

The two places are not far away, and there is a road in between.

Shi Shanyan asked: "How much does it cost to travel there?"

"It's hard to say," the boss said. "If it's not a detour, it will cost more than 20 yuan."

Shi Shanyan found that the system monitoring of this piece was placed on the main road, and the system cameras near the school and abandoned factory were smashed by people.

This location is very convenient, the murderer can park the car here to watch No. 4 victim Hu Xin going to and from school, no school guards and parents will control him.

Yan Junxun does not eat eggs, nor does tea eggs. He just enjoys the feeling of peeling an egg, which makes him focus.

He sat here to see the front playground of the school, where there was a genuine locust tree. Although the hanging bottle had been hung, it was real and very fat.

"When the factory was first built, there was a grove of locust trees." Shi Shanyan leaned down from behind and picked up Yan Junxun's tea eggs. "Kids don't waste food."

"This school is not safe at all," Yan Junxun looked at the school wall. "The children who come out can be picked up by strangers."

"Because it is a middle school," Shi Shanyan tasted the tea egg, "Everyone basically walks in droves after school."

"There are always exceptions," Yan Junxun pulled his eyelids down. "Schools should take precautions before they happen."

Shi Shanyan ate a few mouthfuls of tea eggs and kept looking at Yan Junxun.

Although he didn't know why, he was right to stare.