Time-Limited Hunt

Limpopo put the rice on the ground.

Yi Ting shrank back in horror, her cheeks were marked red by the sealed rag, and she could feel pain when swallowing saliva.The plain white face was covered with tears, and the eyes were so swollen that they couldn't keep them open.

Limpopo's shadow extended to Yi Ting's feet, and he stared at Yi Ting's calf.The slender calves were exposed outside the school skirt, with a girl's unique sense of cleanliness.Limpopo felt a throbbing, he was attracted by this holiness, and couldn't help but fix his gaze.

Yi Ting was disgusted by Limpopo's dirty eyes.She shrank her shins into the shadows.

Limpopo stood up, walked to the living room, and walked back after a while.He held a metal hairpin in his hand, which belonged to Hu Xin.He flatteringly handed the hairpin to Yi Ting, intending to put it on Yi Ting's head.

Yi Ting let out a heavy driving sound from her throat, and she glared at Limpopo.

Limpopo forcibly held Yi Ting's upper body, and inserted the hairpin into her fluffy hair.He thought the hairpin was beautiful, but it was not suitable for Hu Xin, so he took it away on his own initiative.

Yi Ting felt the sweat from Limpopo's hands, the wet and sticky touch was like maggots in the sewer, as if they were wriggling when they passed her arm.But she raised her head and kicked Limpopo's chest hard in the infinite loop of fear.

Do not touch me.

Go away!

Limpopo sat on the ground in shock and knocked over his rice bowl.His face turned red with embarrassment, he spat at Yi Ting, and cursed: "Hungry, starve to death!"

Yi Ting's hair is disheveled, she is an uncontrollable calf, she has already made Limpopo deflated several times.Limpopo had a natural sense of fear of Yi Ting's eyes, he took back his job and ran away.

The room fell into darkness again after the door closed.Yi Ting's tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, burning her temples hot.

She wants to go home.

Yi Ting huddled in the corner, closed her eyes tightly, and choked with unconcealable sobs.She heard the sound of a fan turning outside the covered window, and the ringing of a bicycle passing by.

There is only a wall between her and freedom, and time is passing.

***

"He's crazy," Yan Jun was still thinking about something when he was looking for noodles, "otherwise he wouldn't kill Bai Jingqing. His relationship with Bai Jingqing is very complicated, because Bai Jingqing was still taken care of by the boss in those years."

Shi Shanyan's jealous hand didn't stop: "You think they are lovers."

They were sitting at a crowded food stall, and the old man next door was drinking and drinking.The smoke from the barbecue stand is rising, and the grill is full of northern chicken parts, and there are very few vegetarian dishes.There is an electric fan next to the stall, blowing a sultry wind.Several plastic tables were shiny with oil, and beer bottles were lying here and there on the floor.

The smoke and fire in the old district dissipated the discomfort Yan Junxun brought back from the crime scene. He squeezed his chopsticks and said, "...he can't afford Bai Jingqing, he might not even be able to support himself, Bai Jingqing won't Be lovers with him." Yan Junxun looked at Shi Shanyan, "Aren't you afraid of acid?"

"Don't be afraid," Shi Shanyan rolled up his face, with a pun, "Vinegar is the most delicious condiment."

Yan Junxun doesn't like vinegar.He stirred his face, and continued: "No matter what Bai Jingqing means to the murderer, they have communicated with each other. 'Lixing' has no security, the murderer can come and go as he pleases, it is not difficult to get to know Bai Jingqing."

Shi Shanyan said: "He has no money to spend in 'Lihang'."

"He can work in 'Lixing'," Yan Junxun thought of Qi Shi, "The easiest way to get close to Bai Jingqing is the bodyguard."

However, the profession of a bodyguard is not suitable for a murderer. He obviously does not have the talent in this area.The waiter is not good either, these occupations that require long-term dealings with people are not good, they will quickly expose the killer's flaws in expression.

The light screen in the food stall store is very small, and the owner's 8-year-old son is using it to watch popular science for children.But it was early in the morning, the proprietress took her son away, and a guest switched the light screen to the news channel.

According to the news, Jiang Lian has been dismissed, and the vigilance against the organization in the stagnant area will continue, and the area will be blocked next week.Soon Liu Chen appears, his obnoxious face all over the place, his mannered tone as much as his suit, prepared for the shoot.

"Exclusive report in the early hours of the morning," Liu Chen emphasized to the camera, "exclusive. The murderer is still contacting me, he has something to say. I want to hear what he has to say, because he has no sense of fear for what he is doing. People How can there be no sense of fear? I am very curious about him."

Someone was punching, and the sound was so loud that it almost covered the sound of the light screen.

An old man next door yelled to his companion: "The sexual assault cases that this person wrote in the past are very good-looking, very detailed, and there is also psychological analysis."

Yan Junxun broke the chopsticks.

The old man said passionately: "Is the media free now? He can say whatever he wants, and the inspectorate can still shut his mouth?" He knocked his beer glass with a bang, "The times have changed! "

When Shi Shanyan turned his head, he happened to see Liu Chen answering the phone.

This guy is always on the phone, his news is obtained through the phone, and there is no need to do any research other than that, this is his only way to verify.

But it was strange, even though the surroundings were very noisy, Shi Shanyan still heard the sound of paddling in the blank tone during the few seconds when the phone was connected.He wanted to listen again, but the girl's sharp cry came from the light screen.

The sound was so loud that it not only pierced through Liu Chen's studio, but also pierced through the food stalls, making everyone look over.

The murderer did not speak, only the screams of the victim.

Yan Junxun felt a slight pain like an electric shock, and he understood the meaning of the murderer in the long scream.

The killer is demonstrating against the profiler.It's his trophy and he's showing it off to the world!

But Yan Junxun didn't call to stop, he knew it was useless to sit here and shout "stop".He wanted to hear who the voice was, whether it was Hu Xin who had been killed or Yi Ting who was being kidnapped.

The phone hangs up.

Yan Junxun stood up suddenly, and approached the light screen amidst the uproar.

"Play it again."

Yan Jun read silently, pulling back the progress bar of the video.The phone picks up again, five seconds blank, and the screaming begins.

There was no protest, only screaming.

what the fuck are you doingIntimidate the victim?

Yan Junxun kept pulling back the progress bar, stood there and listened repeatedly, until the people at the booth started to complain.

"What are you doing?" The brother next door looked up, "Are you sick?"

be quiet.

Yan Junxun focused on the scream, and a moth-like sound became the background music of the scream. The sound was so small that Yan Junxun wanted to paste it on the light screen to listen.

Drunk people started to throw wine bottles, and several people watched Yan Junxun stand up.

The sound of the wine bottle bursting hindered Yan Junxun, he said "fuck" in a low voice, and pulled the progress bar back.

Seeing that there was going to be trouble, the store manager hurriedly wiped his hands on the apron, and shouted to Yan Junxun: "Please keep your voice down, please, turn down the volume!"

Yan Junxun felt that the answer was close at hand, and the sound of flapping wings was very familiar, as if he had only heard it not long ago.He tried to shield the left and right, trying to catch the flash of light in his mind.

Shi Shanyan blocked Yan Junxun, and said concisely: "Check out."

As he spoke, he glanced at the alcoholic outside, expressionless.

Yan Junxun heard the sound of wings fluttering in the store manager's "OK" reply. At first he thought it was the sequelae of repeatedly listening to the video, but he realized it the next moment.

"Electric fan," Shi Shanyan grabbed Yan Junxun's wrist, preventing him from looking away, "keep listening."

The sound of flapping wings accelerated and gradually became the sound of paddling oars.

It's an electric fan!

This coincides with the previous geographical analysis that the murderer lived in the old business district.

"He still lives here," Yan Junxun said quickly, "it's within this range."

***

Yan Junxun drew lines on the paper, and he memorized the addresses of all the victims in the case.When they appear in the same screen, the murderer's range of activities becomes very narrow.

The No. [-] Middle School in the parking area is very close to the new district, but Yi Ting's home is close to the old business district, in the community near the Lixing Building.

"No one installs air conditioners here," Yan Junxun pointed to the darker Hu Xin's house in the dark, "especially this kind of elderly community."

Elderly people living alone are very frugal. Even if there is an air conditioner at home, they are reluctant to turn it on, and they still use electric fans most of the time.

The murderer did not leave any personal traces of himself at any crime scene, and he did this very carefully, so Yan Junxun believed that if it was an ordinary electric fan that needed to be moved, the murderer would not let its sound appear in the background Here, only the voice that has been integrated into his life, so that he can't even detect it, can be retained for the scene.

"There is a very old fan that is easy to install and disassemble. It is usually installed outside the window. There is also a very old fan that is suspended and basically installed on the ceiling." Yan Junxun looked up at their empty ceiling, "Hanging The style is very good."

But the killer is not off.

"If it was installed outside the window," Yan Junxun crumpled the paper, "if he opened the window, no one in the neighbors could hear the victim screaming."

Shi Shanyan blew away the dust on the seat and said, "It is not ruled out that his neighbors are all deaf."

The neighbor of Hu Xin's family is an empty-nester old man. His ears are not very good, and he has been unable to hear other people's speech clearly.The elderly community she lives in is not a special case. This kind of community is too common in old business districts. The Civil War caused countless people to lose their jobs. Everyone wanted to go to the light track area during the post-war reconstruction period.

"He doesn't have much money to buy a new house, and there is a high probability that he will still live in his original home," Yan Junxun said, "We have to go and see those communities."

"Okay brother," Shi Shanyan looked at Yan Junxun, "you can sleep now."

Yan Junxun was silent for a while, and said, "It's weird that he called 'Mom' in the diary."

"The growth environment is very important," Shi Shanyan raised his head slightly, moving his neck, "—for this kind of person."

He also slyly separated himself from the outside world, never mentioning the environment in which he grew up.

When Yan Junxun buried himself in the blanket, screams still echoed in his ears. He kept his eyes open, without sleep aid, and he could stay open like this until dawn.The picture in my head is like a serial drama, and the victim's home is filled with the smell of blood.

Shi Shanyan put his arm on the back of the chair, and he asked, "Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Yan Junxun turned over so that he seemed to be asleep.

"Once upon a time there was a bear," Shi Shanyan said self-consciously, "he crashed into a tree and died..."

"District 156, No. 36809, stagnation area," Yan Junxun said in a low voice, "tell his story."

Shi Shanyan's thoughts turned around among the bears, rabbits, and animals that can do anything, but he heard his own number.His fingers rubbed against the back of the chair lightly, a little unexpectedly bewildered.

Only a little.