Time-Limited Hunt

Yan Junxun didn't blow his hair after taking a shower. +++ Cartino Novel Network www.NovelMTL.com He squatted next to the breeding box in the bathroom with a towel, watching the panda turtles crawling around. The light screen hangs beside it, and it is automatically circulating the data of the three victims.

There are more than two hundred reports of Liu Xing's (sexual xing) infringement case. The cases of Liu Xincheng, Li Jianhua and Huo Qingjun are not the most eye-catching. The murderer is not an impromptu (Fan) crime. She has a plan and an organization. When she chooses these three people, there must be something (thorn ci) that excites her.

Yan Junxun crossed out the information with his finger and clicked into Liu Chen's column.

Liu Chen's self-report is a cutting-edge media person, and the profile picture is a photo of a successful person. His real-time push has a special liking for the case of (sexual xing) infringement, and the titles are highly suggestive (sexual xing) and inciting (sexual xing). He is also keen on follow-up reports, such as how the victim lives and how to live sexually, and he is very interested in it.

Yan Junxun singled out the news of Liu Xincheng, Li Jianhua and Huo Qingjun, and swiped the screen to start browsing. He has read these contents many times.

(Sexual xing) victimization and (sexual xing) invasion methods are the focus of Liu Chen's attention. In these early articles, he subjectively inferred the victim's psychological activities, analyzed them, and wished to treat the victim's every expression and every All eyes shattered. He wishful thinking that this is a two-sex signal and that there must always be a reason for (sex-xing) invasion.

Yan Junxun slipped the article to the end and then pulled it back. He repeated so often that he even forgot to control the turtle. When the panda knocked on the door, he found that the turtle had crawled under the sink.

"Teach it," Yan Junxun opened the door, "Teach it to stand."

"You really give me problems every day," the panda carried the tray, and the cow (milk Nai) on the tray was steaming. It was ready to surprise Yan Junxun, "If you can drink the cow (milk Nai) ( Dry gan), it can learn to set up."

Yan Junxun wiped his face with a towel and knew the current affairs: "I forgive it."

***

The **** community is remote, farther than Huihe. The buildings in the community are almost crooked (shen), and the old rain dirt makes these buildings seem to be wiped by a dirty mop. The emergency passageway outside the building was broken for several sections, and the railing was soaked with rust. There was only one outline left in the gate of the community, and no iron gate. There was a sentry box standing next to it.

Yan Junxun drove the car a few times and did not find a suitable parking space. Eventually, he could only park the car on an open space far away from the community. The garbage dump was in front of him.

Shi Shanyan blew the air conditioner in the car, and the cuffs he rolled up also showed the warning of the restraint lock last night. He did not forget to wave with Xiaolong when he got out of the car.

The sun in the mooring area basked (dried) the dirty puddles near the dump. There is a drainage ditch next to the garbage dump, which leads from the dam community. Yan Junxun glanced, the sewage in the ditch had solidified into black and green (color), and swarms of green-headed flies reveled here. Not far away, a child was pouting 　 to the toilet. He held up the newspaper to protect himself from the sun and heard the sound of the car turning back halfway to see the situation.

"Don't ignore it." Shi Shanyan put on his sunglasses politely.

Yan Junxun walked along the unprepared dirt road in front of the vacant land to the gate of the **** community. He noticed that the gate of the **** community could not be seen standing in the garbage dump, and the view was blocked by the prominent side of the building. There are street lights around, but the light bulbs were all smashed by the children with stones.

A plank of wood stood upright on the dirt road, with the words "Don't litter" written on it.

Yan Junxun looked at the board carefully and saw that there were graffiti on it, but they were dark lines. His gaze slipped from here to the **** community, and now he could see the sentry box.

"She parked her car at the dump, where it was unobtrusive," Shi Shanyan raised her hand to block the sunlight, "and then stood here to observe Huo Qingjun."

"This building is the same as the Huihe community, no one will call the hourly worker," Yan Junxun's eyes didn't move. "She can't use the punctual cleaning label here."

However, the garbage of the surrounding residents needs to be cleaned up. The garbage truck will come here from time to time. Her car must be an old truck so that it can be loaded decently.

Vintage trucks are really easy to use.

Yan Jun looked back and glanced at his old sports car.

The on-time cleaning service also uses old-style trucks. The rear bucket does not need to be too big and can put a lot of debris. This kind of car is very convenient to switch to second-hand in the parking area. The advertising stickers on the body are as easy as tearing the food packaging bag. In the past, coke transportation also used this kind of car, as well as steel processing plants, but now it is not uncommon.

The weather is too hot, Yan Junxun just walked in this way, the back of the neck was reddish. He stood in the shadow in front of the police station in the **** community and did not talk to the old man who was dozing (sleeping Shui) inside. The paint on the door frame of the sentry box has almost fallen off. A closer look reveals that a few knives were carved on the top.

Bow-though-(dry gan).

There were two pots of dead flowers at the door. I didn't know who had cut off the flowering branches, and half of them were gone.

Yan Junxun looked at the building in the community. The broken water pipe was drooping in the corner, and the dirty water flowed into the grassless lawn. The drainage ditch is badly blocked, and you can smell the smell from the sentry box across the road. But there are a few elm trees growing well, which should be planted soon.

Huo Qingjun's news here is nothing more than a chat after dinner. A 42-year-old criminal (强qiang)\(呂jian) was divided into corpses, and the news posted in real time said that it was most likely to be a hatred (sha), making everyone more interested in the victims of the year. The bladed enemies are even more thorny.

Shi Shanyan was too high. He had to tilt his body to avoid being exposed to the sun. He said, "Did you smell the murderer?"

"She doesn't use perfume," Yan Junxun opened the ice water. "Perfume will leave traces, and her financial conditions are not allowed. She likes disinfection water that doesn't leave smell, so that you can't smell who she is in Liu Xincheng's room. ."

"Maybe I know." Shi Shanyan said playfully.

"You don't know," Yan Junxun looked at him, "otherwise you will show off to me."

"Your competitive heart is not weak." Shi Shanyan wrinkled his nose slightly. "When can we change positions? It's too stinky here."

"Wait for me to understand later."

"Please think quickly," Shi Shanyan approached and urged him, "Hurry up, use your little blackboard."

Yan Junxun watched when Shi Shanyan slightly bulged his cheeks, and ice water stirred his tongue, making him feel comfortable. He did not intend to reply, his eyes casually skipped Shi Yan's profile and continued to walk in the community.

Huo Qingjun does not live in the **** community, but he is active here. The sentry box has no door, and the murderer can always see what Huo Qingjun is doing. She might be standing across from her-but that was too obvious, and she had to find a good spot where she was not exposed. Or she could pretend to be a garbage truck driver, standing at Yan Junxun's current location and knocking on the window of the sentry box, asking Huo Qingjun some questions about garbage recycling.

She doesn't like to be seen by too many people, of course, she is here to replace those health services. The time is now very good, the sun is poisonous, no one wants to stand on the balcony to watch, and no one wants to control who the security guard is talking to. She has done enough homework, which is very simple for her. She has a wealth of social experience. She has done all these jobs and is familiar with everything.

The old man in the sentry box looked up (sleeping Shui) to death, and from time to time in the throat there would be a sound of "　　" cleaning up.

Yan Junxun leaned over and looked in from the window.

Manuscript paper was piled up on the table in a mess, and some of them were used to pad rice bowls, making the soup and oil stars dirty. Inside is a small desktop bookcase, stuffed with a few scattered urban adventures, and a volume of mathematics textbooks.

According to the cross-examination records of the Inspectorate, Huo Qingjun often gave lectures to children when he was working here. Every time he squatted on the steps and told the children, he was afraid that others wouldn’t see the children, and he didn’t dare to talk too long. After a long time, the children shouted "teacher" to him, and he dared not respond.

In the mathematics textbook, Jiang Li said that Huo Qingjun's previous family portrait.

Yan Junxun looked at the corner of the photo (revealed).

The murderer disguised as a garbage truck driver. She had been there a few times. In order to let Huo Qingjun know her, because she could not drag Huo Qingjun to the garbage truck by her own strength, she had to let Huo Qingjun walk by without guard. She will stand here and talk to Huo Qingjun, and there is a topic that they can quickly get familiar with, that is, children.

Yan Junxun points out the light screen and pushes to Shi Shanyan: "Ask Jiang Lian, has Huo Qingjun's family portrait checked fingerprints?"

"Plucking gloves is a polite move. Huo Qingjun must have been touched by her details." Shi Shanyan raised his index finger, but shook the air, asking Yan Junxun, "What is your password?"

Yan Junxun turned his head and looked at Shi Shanyan: "Hurry up."

"I guessed," Shi Shanyan said firmly, "21430808."

The light screen lights up.

"Your savings password is the same," Shi Shanyan's sunglasses slide a little along his nose bridge, (exposing) his cynical expression, "You are so boring."

"That's it," Yan Junxun turned his gaze back to the sentry box. "It would be better to change the abbreviation of the room code to his own (sexual)\obsessed person."

"This is convenient for you to communicate with me in depth when you are interested," Shi Shanyan sent Jiang Li a message and looked at Yan Junxun, "So are you interested?"

An enamel water cup with a waterproof sticker is placed on the top of the desk bookcase, and the word "Huo" is beautifully written on it. Huo Qingjun has very high demands on his blackboard writing. He has practiced writing and has not given up in prison.

Does this mean that Huo Qingjun always believes he can return to the podium?

Yan Junxun turned around and said, "Go to Huo Qingjun's house and see."

***

Huo Qingjun lives in the basement, there is no sensor light in the old passage, there is a strong musty smell here. Yan Junxun stood at the stairway, and along the steps, he could see the bare (deep) sewer iron pipes underneath. They were entangled in the dark like human organs, and they were dripping dirty water.

Huo Qingjun next door is a young couple, they are used to not close the door, plastic basins used for washing are stacked at the door. When Yan Junxun passed by, he heard a man playing a game, and Yu Guang swept. The woman was lying on dirty sheets full of debris in the morning (sleeping Shui).

Shi Shanyan is too high and inconvenient to walk between, but he is sensitive like a big cat and does not make a sound after Yan Junxun.

Yan Junxun took out the key, but found that it did not match Huo Qingjun's door lock. He tried to push the door down, and the door opened a little inward, with the iron lock hanging in the middle. In this crack, he saw some yellow petals on the ground.

"Go\door\service\service," Shi Shanyan whispered, "Do you want me to unlock?"

Yan Junxun held the iron handle, and in Shi Shanyan's eyes, he broke off the door handle directly. He caught the iron lock and glanced in the darkness as Shan Yan glanced as if it were silently displayed.