Time-Limited Hunt

This wretched and vile piece of trash.

The sweltering heat in the room overwhelmed Yan Junxun, and he noticed that his back was sweating.He tried to gasp for breath, but felt nauseous again.

The skin on the walls was wrinkled with damp, like wrinkled human skin.

The window in the bathroom was broken long ago and the toilet inside was dusty and filthy.Wu Qionghua cried and cried, and the murderer grabbed her by the back collar and pushed her in again and again.

Yan Junxun's throat felt dry and bitter.

Killers love bathrooms.No, the murderer liked cramped spaces like that.

Are you a sewer rat?

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, and he called this process "education".His psychology is really distorted, maybe he doesn't know what normal education is like.

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

"This incident can help him gain self-confidence," Shi Shanyan approached Yan Jun to find some more, "He felt happy during the process, and he also gained a sense of accomplishment from the Inspectorate by accident."

"Desire to express," the murderer's stammering voice echoed in Yan Junxun's head, "he always wants to prove himself."

The two victims he initially picked were relatively older, already on the verge of ending their prostitution work.Wu Qionghua is the most obvious, there are only a few regular customers left in her life.Such a victim is powerless against the murderer.

"The age of the victim is constantly changing." Yan Junxun stood up and walked around the wooden table. "The murderer thought he was doing a challenge."

The first victim Wu Qionghua is 43 years old, the second victim Li Si is 38 years old, the third victim Bai Jingqing is 24 years old, and the fourth victim Hu Xin is only 16 years old.The identities of the victims are all single, either prostitutes or female students.

"He mentioned the Liangpi shop again in the diary of the second crime. We can regard the Liangpi shop as his 'home', and he is looking for prey around it." Yan Junxun remembered every word in the diary, "During the war, he met Bai Jingqing, the third victim," Yan Junxun continued, seeing the cracks on the wall, "and he regarded Bai Jingqing as the most special...he didn't have any in 2160 to 2163. The crime may be caused by Bai Jingqing."

The killer has a vulnerable side in the diary.When he killed Wu Qionghua and Li Si, he would complain repeatedly and even call his mother, but he didn't at all when he killed Bai Jingqing.And I chose the description "the weather is very good" as the beginning.

There are things about Bai Jingqing in Qi Shi's statement, but unfortunately they are all shut down together with Jue now.

Shi Shanyan touched his trouser pocket, but there was no cigarette in it.He said, "Let's skip Bai Jingqing."

If Bai Jingqing really brought any changes to the murderer, the changes were most obvious in the fourth victim, Hu Xin.

"I didn't see the diary about Hu Xin." Yan Junxun saw the traces of stickers on the wall, "the information Jiang Lian gave didn't include her address either."

"Hu Xin is attending class at the No. [-] Middle School in the Parking Area, running to read," Shi Shanyan said without repentance when he met Yan Junxun's gaze, "I saw it from Jue's encrypted file."

***

Limpopo stood at the door of the house.He had just changed the combination lock for himself not long ago, and the combination was so difficult that he had to read out the numbers lest he type them in the wrong order.

"8, 890..."

are you a pig?

"572..."

so stupid!Recite it quickly, recite Limpopo!

Limpopo became more and more anxious, he grabbed his hair helplessly to prevent himself from falling into memories.But it's useless, as long as he stands in front of the house, he can't help but think of his mother's scolding.

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

The door opened, and Limpopo was relieved.He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled contentedly.

Limpopo went in to change his shoes.His shoes are neatly arranged, it's a fucking habit.The things in the house must be tidy, if there is a little mess, the mother will become very anxious, and the result of the anxiety is to insult Limpopo.

are you a pig?

It's a fucking mantra.His mother scolded his father like that, and scolded him like that.

There are two bedrooms in the house, one for mother and one for grandpa, and they belong to him now because both 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 chronically ill has penetrated into the bedroom, as long as he stands in it, he will feel flustered and sweat, as if his mother and grandpa are still alive.

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

His back looks weird because he is alone in the living room and kitchen.He turned on the dim light, and he had to report to the police every time he did something.

That's what the fuck said too.

Limpopo, are you a pig?Speak, speak quickly, you will stutter only if you keep your mouth shut all day long!Tell me what are you going to do?If you dare to stutter, I will stab your mouth with a needle!

"I want to eat," Limpopo cut the vegetables, "I want to cut the vegetables..." He swallowed to cover his stuttering, "cut into shreds."

Heads up and chest out Limpopo!Why are you keeping your head down?Feel inferior?Bitch!Are you scolding me in your heart?you little bum...

Limpopo tried to straighten his back, his sweat dripped onto the back of his hands.

There was a small mirror attached to the refrigerator, and Limpopo used to peek at his mother from there.His mother's disheveled hair is not neatly combed, and she doesn't wear a bra. She only wears a sequined suspender skirt. She is twisting and splashing in the living room by herself, and the unclean words from her mouth are falling like raindrops, which can make Limpopo drowned in spittle stars.

Every time at this time, Limpopo is looking forward to his grandpa coming out.His grandpa had a broad forehead and tiger eyes.Those tiger eyes are designed to stare at the fuck.As long as grandpa comes out, mother will go crazy.Limpopo likes his mother to be crazy, because when his mother is crazy, everyone will scold him, not just him.

When the vegetables were put into the pot, the oil splashed out, and Limpopo hurriedly put the lid on the pot.He was afraid, afraid of being splashed with oil, the pain was too fucking like screwing his flesh.

There was crying in the bedroom.Intermittent, faint and endless.

Limpopo remembered the hostages, but the cries were like his mother's last.He moved a little bit of compassion, cleared his throat, and said honestly: "Don't cry, I will cook for you and eat."

The little girl inside didn't seem to hear.

***

Bering Area No. [-] Middle School is located near the factory not far from the old business district. It was originally a middle school for children of the factory, and later changed into Bering Area No. [-] Middle School. However, the students who attend classes here are still the children of employees in the old factory.Because the school is close to an abandoned factory, the school walls are built very high, almost as high as the water tower in the old district, so it doesn't look like a school, but like a prison.

Yan Junxun was wearing a baseball cap, and was sitting at a roadside stand opposite the school gate peeling tea eggs.

Today is cloudy and very muggy.

The boss of Tea Egg was only wearing a vest, and his back was wet with sweat.When he was fishing for eggs, he said to Shi Shanyan who was standing by the side smoking: "Are you a parent too?"

Shi Shanyan moved his eyes, landed on the top of Yan Junxun's head, and said very naturally: "It's brother."

"Brother?" The boss pointed to Yan Junxun who was sitting on the stool, and said politely, "No wonder, they look so similar. What are you doing here? Are you signing up your brother for classes?"

Shi Shanyan smiled and said, "It's hard to manage such a big kid."

"It's just so big that it's difficult to manage," the boss said with neat hands and feet, crossed his arms after wiping the table, and chatted with Shi Shanyan, "But it's better to beat yourself up than go out and be killed by someone."

"That's right." Shi Shanyan pinched out his cigarette, he had been smoking a bit too much recently, "I heard there was news in school some time ago?"

"This time is full of news," said the boss. "A girl in the first year of high school was murdered at home. The murderer was very arrogant. He first challenged the Inspectorate on the news, and then kidnapped a girl from No. [-] Middle School. The Inspectorate has been patrolling here every day for two weeks, but there is no way to catch anyone." He said with emotion, "I heard that both girls are good at studying, and they are good enough to be admitted to Guanggui University. This murderer, definitely It’s just being unemployed, being anti-social, using children to vent your anger, and being unkind to others.”

Shi Shanyan didn't answer, he looked to the left from this position and said, "There are quite a lot of taxis in this area."

"As soon as the news came out recently, parents came to pick up their children to and from school. There is no bus station in this area, so why not take a taxi?" The boss pointed to the buildings in the distance. take a taxi."

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

The distance between the two places is not far, and there are plenty of roads in between.

Shi Shanyan asked, "How much does it cost to get there?"

"It's hard to say," the boss calculated, "If you don't make a detour, it will cost more than 20 yuan."

Shi Shanyan found that the system monitoring in this area was placed on the main road, and the system monitoring cameras near the school and the abandoned factory had been smashed.

This location is very convenient, the murderer can park the car here to watch the fourth victim, Hu Xin, going to and from school, and no school guards or parents will care about him.

***

Yan Junxun didn't eat eggs, nor did he eat tea eggs.He just enjoys peeling the eggs, it keeps him focused.

Sitting here, he could see the front playground of the school. There was actually a genuine locust tree there. Although it had been hung with a hanging bottle, it was real and it was growing fat.

"When the factory was first built, it was a forest of locust trees." Shi Shanyan bent down from behind and picked up Yan Junxun's tea eggs, "Children, don't waste food."

"This school is not safe at all," Yan Junxun looked at the school wall, "Every child who comes out will be picked up by strangers."

"Because it's a middle school." Shi Shanyan took a sip of tea eggs, "Everyone will leave in groups after school."

"There are always exceptions," Yan Junxun lowered his eyelids, "The school must prevent problems before they happen."

Shi Shanyan finished eating the tea eggs in a few bites, and kept looking at Yan Junxun.

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