Time-Limited Hunt

Huo Qingjun's room was poorly lit, and the only small window was covered by a rag-like curtain.A second-hand camp cot crouched against the scale-stained walls like a malnourished prisoner in damp, musty sheets.The furnishings in the room were messy, and the books lying on the floor under the plastic table were basically related to criminal law and mathematics.

"Someone made a special trip to pay homage to him." Shi Shanyan avoided the petals at the door with the tip of his shoe, "he still brought lilies."

Yan Junxun was attracted by the wall behind the plastic table, which was covered with drafts, all of which were math problems done by Huo Qingjun.Yan Junxun took a few steps closer, didn't touch these drafts, turned his head slightly, and saw those scribbled or neat handwriting among the densely packed math problems——

I am wronged.

This is Huo Qingjun's only annotation on the draft, regardless of the size of the handwriting, he wrote it very hard.The tip of the pen pierced the draft paper, and the ink blots stained the math problems in groups. He was proving himself like crazy.

"Welcome——" a mechanical voice suddenly came from the camp bed, and after only two words, it fell into the noise of "Zi La", and then said after a few seconds, "You are back."

Shi Shanyan saw an outdated little robot beside Huo Qingjun's pillow. It had a hat on its oval head, snuggled up against the quilt, and said repeatedly, "You're back."

"A small toy that was eliminated 100 years ago." Shi Shanyan looked at the little robot for a while and asked, "Do you live here?"

The electronic eyes like goggles of the little robot flickered faintly, followed the answer of the system design: "Yes, I live here, this is my home."

"It's pretty cool," Shi Shanyan paused, "Where's your dad?"

"I don't have a father." The little robot couldn't understand the change in the human's tone, and it said on its own, "Teacher, you are welcome home."

This kind of robot first appeared to teach children to speak. They can do the simplest information recognition and communicate with children. Later, they were replaced by intelligent systems. They have been collected as antiques in developed areas such as Guangrail and Guangtong. .They are small in size and only slightly smarter than the average dog.

The little guy was taken good care of by Huo Qingjun, except for the old, all limbs were clean.It can't tell who is Huo Qingjun, and simply regards everyone who is active in this room as Huo Qingjun.It is neither aggressive nor vigilant, it only relies on its old data analysis to chat with people.

While Shi Shanyan was talking to the robot, the sound of the man next door playing games was also heard clearly.Yan Junxun was surrounded by two kinds of voices, and he couldn't see through the small window that was too high, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The murderer has never been here.

Yan Junxun didn't find any trace of her here, it was all traces of Huo Qingjun.

The window had never been opened, so it must have been sealed.There was still Huo Qingjun's uncovered pen on the table, and the suppressed textbooks remained intact.There were no footprints of anyone else on the pile of collapsed books next to Yan Junxun's legs, only Huo Qingjun's.

Why doesn't she come in?

She couldn't find a reason.

No.

Yan Junxun thought, if she wanted to come, there must be a way.She is obsessed with her goals, and she is obsessed with her goals' life situations.She patrols like a queen, it's all her territory.But she has never been to Huo Qingjun's house, it's not that she doesn't know where Huo Qingjun's house is, she just doesn't want to come.

"What song can you sing?" Shi Shanyan chatted with the little robot here.

"I can't sing," said the little robot. It slowly raised its arm and pressed one of its ears. "If you want to listen to music, I can play it for you."

Shi Shan extended his hand and said, "Let me listen."

The little robot stopped, and five seconds later, Shi Shanyan and Yan Junxun heard the sound of rain.The sound of the rain was thick and thick, soaking his ears, and Yan Junxun's skin under the T-shirt was calling the police. He really couldn't adapt to this humid environment.But the sound of the rain is very long-lasting. It beats the water pool and covers the stream, like a dense forest breathing. This is the sound of sleep.

The little robot will only choose the music with the most number of cycles to play, which shows that Huo Qingjun often needs to fall asleep to the sound of rain.He seemed to want to soak his body until it moldy in this dark and damp room.He lingers on in this remote and dilapidated crevice. There is no fire, no sun, and only rain in his life.

"Turn it off." Yan Junxun suddenly turned around.

He felt bad, sticky all over, as if he had been lying on this camp bed.When he was talking, he saw the quilt on the little robot, which was covered the day Huo Qingjun disappeared.

Huo Qingjun covered it with a quilt, maybe even patted its head, and then walked out with his unbound draft paper between his hands.

"Goodbye teacher."

The little robot waved to him as usual.

goodbye teacher.

Huo Qingjun walked out in the sound of rain, and then turned into corpses and soaked in the gutter.Yan Junxun clearly remembered all the details in the document, just like what Shi Shanyan said, the murderer took off Huo Qingjun's clothes, and she didn't know how to dissect a corpse.She pushed Huo Qingjun to the place where the first two people were executed, and held his body as usual.She also wore rubber gloves for cleaning.

But the blunt cuts didn't go well and the pieces of meat handled badly.

It shouldn't be like this, Yan Junxun thought quickly.

This was her third victim. She already knew where to start, but she treated Huo Qingjun's body in the worst possible way.

Huo Qingjun was probably still alive at that time, he was not completely dead, he was struggling.

Yan Junxun was short of breath, the sound of the damn rain was still ringing in the room, he felt blood splashed on his face.The sound of scribbled writing resounded from the blackboard in his head, and the sound effects of the man next door's game crashed into Yan Junxun's thinking like locusts.Yan Junxun kept switching between the blackboard and imaginary images, as if he was squatting on a construction site watching a black and white movie, his whole mind was full of information.

It's fucking noisy!

Yan Junxun wanted to lift the collar of the man next door, hit his head on the table, and turn off his game.

Don't quarrel with me, don't fucking quarrel with me!

Yan Jun muttered silently, with the meaning of gnashing his teeth.

The time was exactly set to six o'clock, and the rumble of light and iron transportation directly rolled over like mountains and seas, and the heavy transportation vehicles made the whole area tremble.The pile of books under the plastic table completely collapsed, and the sound of light and iron passing through the border swallowed up all the noise like a huge wave.

The murderer killed Huo Qingjun on the stage where the body was dismembered.

It was too easy, she must have borrowed something.She won't fight them, she has a way of making it impossible for them to fight back.

The pen cap on the plastic table was shaken off, the nib hit the thick manuscript paper, and the ink stains were like black bloodstains spread out.

Huo Qingjun's blood dripped all over the stage, but the murderer didn't care.Of course she doesn't care, it's like this every time the body is dismembered.She was just unhappy, she had never encountered resistance in the crime of being a "man", this was the first time, she wanted to give Huo Qingjun a little color.

Only Huo Qingjun's body was bitten by a dog.

***

Chen Xiulian carefully identified the flies in the corner. She didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so she gently flicked the wings of the fly and got it off the grinder.

The fly fell stiffly to the ground, dead long ago.

"It rains too little this month." Yang Yu took off the rubber gloves on his hands and fanned the wind with his hands. I haven’t been out to work.”

Chen Xiulian sat upright, watched the coke transport truck outside the glass enter the garden, and said, "Leave him alone, let him earn his own food."

Yang Yu wiped the sweat from her temples with the back of her hand. She broke her hand while working this morning, and she didn't have time to care about it. The blood was all congealed into strips.She was so tired that she could hardly straighten her waist, and sighed: "I don't care about him, who cares about him? Having a child is like being in debt, staying at home and doing nothing, I have to take care of my wife and children." She looked at Chen Xiulian, "I'm so old, I won't be able to do it anytime soon."

Chen Xiulian watched the transport vehicles in silence for a while, they were crawling on the ground like ants.She said: "You can't support him if you work ten more jobs."

Yang Yu poured bitter water to Chen Xiulian every day.His son ran a few coke transport trucks at the beginning of the year. After the summer, he stopped doing it completely. He lay at home all day playing games, calling his mother when he was hungry. Sit tight in front of the game.

"My life is too hard. My husband is a short-lived ghost, and my son is a debt collector. He is still cleaning people's toilets in his 50s." It's annoying, picking and choosing. His daughter-in-law doesn't dare to speak, and she will be beaten if she agrees."

"Isn't your daughter-in-law just born?"

"Oh, he's been drunk, so he doesn't care about that," Yang Yu sniffed the crow's feet in the crow's feet, she sniffed, "I let his wife sleep with me at night."

Chen Xiulian remained silent.

After a while, Yang Yu stood up and said, "I think the case in the Puli Community is scary. Fortunately, we haven't done any work in the past, and we don't know when someone will be caught. Today, the Inspectorate is on time to clean up and check people and attendance." Watch, it’s been a long time, and I haven’t finished the work on the other side. Now go and clean up, wait for me, let’s go together.”

Chen Xiulian nodded and watched Yang Yu go away.There was no one in the indoor rest area at dusk. At this moment, the driver had to stand outside and count the number of times the coke was transported back and forth with the recorder in the weighing room. She counted it before eating.

Chen Xiulian clicked on her light screen, and the page stopped on Liu Chen's real-time push news.

Liu Chen was always following the investigation progress of the Inspectorate. Jiang Lian didn't agree with him. He criticized the Inspectorate's attitude on the homepage today, and the comments below were very emotional.Chen Xiulian didn't want to watch it, so she cut into Liu Chen's fan chat room, where the case was being discussed.

Snow in May: 【The case will be solved】

Ferry boat: [? ?Do you have any inside information? 】

Snow in May: [The Inspectorate has expert profilers who specialize in this case]

Liu Chen, a cutting-edge media person: [Oh, that's what I heard too, but no one has revealed the name of this expert for the time being.do you know?I can pay. 】

Xue in Wuyue didn't speak, he seemed to be considering the pros and cons, and after a few minutes, he typed: [There is some history, I don't dare to say it here.Will Liu Ji meet?I can provide it to you for free]

Liu Chen didn't answer, it should be a private chat.

Chen Xiulian never talks here, she doesn't like chatting with strangers very much, that's what her husband likes to do.She doesn't care who the expert of the Inspectorate is, she just wants to hear the applause.

"Fuck your mother," the voice of her husband He Zhiguo sounded in Chen Xiulian's ear again, he seemed to be shouting close to Chen Xiulian's ear, "You got into trouble! Wait to be arrested!"

Chen Xiulian pursed her lips tightly.

"Kill all the dogs quickly, the smell is all over the house, I almost suffocated to death!" He Zhiguo's saliva was about to be sprayed on Chen Xiulian's face, "The mother told you to throw it in the boiler, and insisted on feeding the dog !"

"Shut up," Chen Xiulian repeated in a low voice with a grim face, "shut up the fuck!"

Her shadow was alone on the ground.