Time-Limited Hunt

After Yan Junxun took a shower, he didn't dry his hair.He squatted next to the breeding box in the bathroom with a towel on his head, watching the turtles raised by the panda crawl around.A light screen hangs beside it, and it is automatically cycling through the files of the three victims.

Liu Chen has more than 200 reports on sexual assault cases, and the cases of Liu Xincheng, Li Jianhua, and Huo Qingjun are not the most eye-catching.The murderer didn't commit an impromptu crime, she had a plan and organized it, and she chose these three people, something must have stimulated 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 photo is a portrait of a successful person.His real-time push has a soft spot for sexual assault cases, and the titles are very suggestive and inflammatory.He is also keen on follow-up reports, such as how the victim lives, how the sexual assault lives, and he is very interested in it.

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

Sexual assault victims and methods of sexual assault are the focus of Liu Chen's attention. In these early articles, he subjectively infers the psychological activities of the victims and analyzes them, wishing to crush every expression and every look of the victim speak.He wishfully believes that these are all signals of both sexes, and that there must always be a reason for sexual assault.

Yan Junxun slid the article to the end, and then pulled it back.He repeated this so much that he even forgot to take care of the tortoise. When the panda knocked on the door, he found that the tortoise had crawled under the sink.

"Teach it a lesson," Yan Junxun opened the door, "teach it to stand still."

"You really give me problems every day." The panda was holding a tray with steaming milk on it, and it was about to offer it to Yan Junxun in surprise. "If you can drink the milk, it can learn to stand still."

Yan Junxun wiped his face with a towel, very sensible: "I forgive it."

***

The embankment community is located in a remote location, farther than Huihe.The buildings in the community are crooked as if they are about to collapse, and the old rain and dirt make these buildings look like they have been wiped by a dirty mop.The emergency passage outside the building was broken in several sections, and the railings were soaked and covered with rust.There is only an outline of the gate of the community, there is no iron gate, and a guard box stands alone beside it.

Yan Junxun drove the car around a few times, but couldn't find a suitable parking space, so he had to park the car in an open space far away from the community, and there was a garbage dump in front of him.

Shi Shanyan fully blown the air conditioner in the car, and the warning of the restraint lock from last night was still exposed on the rolled up cuffs. When he got out of the car, he did not forget to wave with Xiaojulong.

The sun in the mooring area dried out the dirty puddles near the dump.There is a drainage ditch next to the garbage dump, which comes out of the embankment area.Yan Junxun took a look, and the sewage in the ditch had solidified into black and green, and groups of blowflies were carnival here.Not far away, there was a child who was pushing his buttocks to go to the toilet. He held up a newspaper to protect himself from the sun, and when he heard the sound of the car, he turned half of his body to check the situation.

"See no evil." Shi Shanyan put on his sunglasses politely.

Yan Junxun walked along the unfinished dirt road in front of the open space to the gate of the embankment community. He noticed that he could not see the gate of the embankment community from the garbage dump, and his view was blocked by the protruding side of the building.There were street lights all around, but the bulbs were broken by children throwing rocks at them.

Halfway up the dirt road was a wooden board with the words "Please do not litter" crookedly written on it.

Yan Junxun looked at the board and saw that there were also graffiti on it, but it was just some dark lines.His eyes slid from here to the embankment area, and now he could see the sentry box.

"She parked the car at the garbage dump, where no one noticed," Shi Shanyan raised his hand to block the sun, "then stood here and observed Huo Qingjun."

"This building is the same as Huihe Community. No one will call a part-time worker." Yan Junxun's eyes did not move. "She can't use the 'clean on time' sticker here."

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

Vintage trucks are so useful.

Yan Jun looked back at his old sports car.

The cleaning service of on-time cleaning also uses old-fashioned trucks. The back bucket is not too big and can hold a lot of sundries.It is very convenient to transfer this kind of car to second-hand in the parking area. The advertising stickers on the car body are torn off as easily as unpacking food packaging bags.In the past, coke transportation also liked to use this kind of vehicle, as well as steel processing plants, and it is not uncommon now.

The weather was too hot, Yan Junxun just walked over like this, and the back of his neck was reddened by the sun.He stood still in the shadows in front of the sentry box in the embankment, and didn't talk to the old man who was dozing inside.The paint on the door frame of the sentry box was almost peeling off. If you look carefully, you can find a few shapeless characters carved on it with a knife.

Bow - although - dry.

There were two pots of half-dead wilted flowers at the door, and someone cut off the flowering branches, and half of the walls were gone.

Yan Junxun looked at the buildings in the community. The broken water pipes were drooping in the corner, and the dirty water flowed into the grassless lawn.The drains were so clogged that the stench could be smelled across the road from the sentry box.But there are a few small elm trees that are growing well on the opposite side, and it should not be long since they were newly planted.

Huo Qingjun's news is just an after-dinner chat here.A 42-year-old down-and-out rapist was dismembered, and the real-time push news said that it was most likely a vendetta, which made everyone more interested in the victim of the year. There is nothing more exciting than killing an enemy.

Shi Shanyan was too tall, and he had to tilt his body a little bit to avoid being exposed to the sun. He said, "Do you smell the murderer?"

"She doesn't use perfume," Yan Junxun opened the ice water, "Perfume will leave traces, and her economic conditions don't allow it. She likes disinfectant that doesn't leave any 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 would show it off to me."

"Your competitive spirit is not weak." Shi Shanyan wrinkled his nose slightly, "When can we change places? It's too smelly here."

"After I figure it out."

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

Yan Junxun watched Shi Shanyan puff up his cheeks slightly, and the ice water stirred the tip of his tongue, making him feel comfortable.He didn't intend to reply, his eyes casually skipped Shi Shanyan's side face, and continued to walk in the community.

Huo Qingjun doesn't live in Diba Community, but he does activities here.The sentry box has no door, and the murderer can see what Huo Qingjun is doing at any time.She might be standing opposite - but that's too obvious, and she'll have to find a good spot where she won't be exposed.Or she could pretend to be a garbage truck driver, stand at Yan Junxun's current position and knock on the window of the sentry box, asking Huo Qingjun some questions about garbage collection.

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

The old man in the sentry box fell asleep with his head on his back, and from time to time there would be a clearing sound of "ho ho" in his throat.

Yan Junxun leaned over and looked in through the window.

Manuscript papers were piled up in a mess on the table, and some of them were used to pad rice bowls, making the soup dirty.The innermost part is a small desk bookcase, stuffed with a few scattered urban novels, and a rolled up mathematics textbook.

According to the interrogation records of the Inspectorate, Huo Qingjun often gave lectures to children when he was working here.Every time he squatted on the steps to explain to the children, he was afraid that others would not see the children, so he did not dare to speak for too long.After a long time, the children called "teacher" to him, but he didn't dare to answer.

There was something in the math textbook, Jiang Lian said it was Huo Qingjun's previous family portrait.

Yan Junxun looked at the exposed corner of the photo.

The killer disguised himself as a garbage truck driver.She came here several times, in order to let Huo Qingjun get acquainted with her, because she couldn't drag Huo Qingjun to the garbage truck with her own strength, she had to let Huo Qingjun walk over by herself unsuspecting.She would stand here and strike up a conversation with Huo Qingjun. There was a topic that they could quickly become familiar with, and that was children.

Yan Jun searched for the light screen and pushed it towards Shi Shanyan: "Ask Jiang Lian, has Huo Qingjun's family photo been checked for fingerprints?"

"Removing the gloves is a polite gesture. Huo Qingjun must have been impressed by her details." Shi Shanyan raised his index finger, but shook it in the air, and asked Yan Junxun, "What's your password?"

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

"I guessed it." Shi Shanyan entered the password and said firmly, "21430808."

The screen lights up.

"This is also your savings password." Shi Shanyan slid his sunglasses along the bridge of his nose a little, showing his cynical expression, "You are so boring."

"That's right," Yan Junxun turned his gaze back into the sentry box, "It's better to be someone who can change the abbreviation of the room password to his own sexual fetish."

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

There is an enamel water cup with a waterproof sticker on the top of the desk bookcase, and the word "Huo" is beautifully written on it.Huo Qingjun has high requirements for his writing on the blackboard. He has practiced handwriting, and he has not given up in prison.

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

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

***

Huo Qingjun lives in the basement. There are no sensor lights in the old passage, and there is a strong musty smell here.Yan Junxun stood at the top of the stairs, and along the steps, he could see the exposed iron sewer pipes underneath. They were entangled in the darkness like human organs, dripping dirty water.

Huo Qingjun's next door is a young couple, they are used to not closing the door, and the plastic basins for washing are piled up at the door.When Yan Junxun passed by, he heard a man playing a game. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. The woman was lying on a dirty sheet full of sundries, taking a nap in the morning.

Shi Shanyan was too tall and it was inconvenient to walk, but he was as sensitive as a big cat, and he followed behind Yan Junxun without making a sound.

Yan Junxun took out the key, but found that it didn't match Huo Qingjun's door lock.He tried to push the door, and the door opened a little inward, with an iron lock hanging in the middle.Through this gap, he saw some yellow-edged flower petals on the ground.

"Door-to-door service," Shi Shanyan said in a low voice, "Do you want me to unlock it?"

Yan Junxun grabbed the iron handle, and under Shi Shanyan's gaze, he directly broke off the door handle.He caught the falling iron lock, and glanced at Shi Shanyan in the dark, as if silently showing it.