Time-Limited Hunt

Chapter 10: sound of rain

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Huo Qingjun's room was poorly lit, and the only small window was covered by a rag-like curtain. A camp bed from the second-hand market squatted against the limescale walls, like a malnourished prisoner, draped in damp, moldy sheets. The furnishings in the room are messy, and the books lying on the floor under the plastic table are basically related to criminal law and mathematics.

"Someone made a special trip to pay homage to him," Shi Shanyan's shoe toe avoided the petals at the door, "It's still a lily."

Yan Junxun was attracted by the wall behind the plastic desk, 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 the drafts, turned his head slightly, and saw those scribbled or neat handwriting in the dense math problems—

I am wronged.

This is Huo Qingjun's only annotation on the draft. No matter the size of the handwriting, he wrote it very hard. The tip of the pen pierced the scratch paper, and the ink stained the math problem in clumps, and he was testifying to himself like crazy.

"Welcome—" A mechanical sound suddenly came from the marching bed. After only two words were spoken, he fell into the noise of "Zila", and then said after a few seconds, "You're 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Shi Shanyan saw an outdated little robot beside Huo Qingjun's pillow.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."

"Small toys that were eliminated a hundred years ago." Shi Shanyan looked at the little robot for a while and asked, "Do you live here?"

The electronic eyes of the little robot goggles flickered faintly, following the system's designed answer: "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 of human's tone. It said to itself, "Teacher, welcome home."

This kind of robot first appeared to teach children to speak. They can do the simplest information recognition and can communicate with children a little. Later, they were replaced by intelligent systems. . They are small and only a little smarter than normal dogs.

The little guy was well taken care of by Huo Qingjun, except for the old one, all limbs were clean. It couldn't tell who was Huo Qingjun, and simply regarded everyone in this room as Huo Qingjun. It's not aggressive or vigilant, it's just chatting with people based on its own stale data analysis.

While Shi Shanyan was talking to the robot, the sound of the man next door playing the game was clearly heard. 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 found no trace of her here, but here are the traces of Huo Qingjun.

The window had never been opened, it must have been sealed. There was still a pen that Huo Qingjun didn't cover tightly on the table, and the textbook that was pressed down appeared as it was. There were no other people's footprints on the pile of collapsed books beside Yan Junxun's legs, only Huo Qingjun's.

Why doesn't she come in

She couldn't find a reason.

Do not.

Yan Jun thought about it, if she wanted to come, there must be a way. She is obsessed with her goals and her life situation. 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, but she just doesn't want to come.

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

"I can't sing," said the little robot, raising its arms dully and holding one of its ears. "If you want to listen to music, I can play it for you."

Shi Shanyan held the venue and said, "Let me listen."

The little robot was still, and five seconds later, Shi Shanyan and Yan Junxun heard the sound of rain. The sound of rain was so dense that it soaked his ears, causing Yan Jun to find the skin under the T-shirt calling the police. He really couldn't adapt to this humid environment. But the rain was persistent, it beat the water and covered the stream, like a dense forest breathing, it was the sound of sleep.

The small robot will only choose to play the music with the most cycles, which shows that Huo Qingjun often needs to fall asleep under the sound of rain. He seemed to want to soak his body to the point of mold in this dark and damp room. He was lingering in this remote and dilapidated crevice. There was no fire, no sun, only rain in his life.

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

He didn't feel well, and he was sticky, as if he was already lying on this camp bed. When he was talking, he saw the quilt on the little robot, which was covered on the day Huo Qingjun disappeared.

Huo Qingjun covered it with a quilt, and perhaps touched its head, then walked out with the scrap paper he had not bound.

"Goodbye teacher."

The little robot waved to him as usual.

Goodbye teacher.

Huo Qingjun walked out in the rain, and then turned into a corpse and soaked in the drain. Yan Junxun clearly remembered all the details in the document. As Shi Shanyan said, the murderer took off Huo Qingjun's clothes, and she didn't know much about dismembering the body. She pushed Huo Qingjun to the place where the first two people were executed, and habitually pressed his body. She also wore rubber gloves for cleanup.

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

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

This is her third victim. She already knew where to start, but she handled Huo Qingjun's body the worst.

Huo Qingjun was probably still alive at the time, he was not dead, he struggled.

Yan Junxun's breath was a little short, and the damn rain was still ringing in the room, and he felt blood splashed on his face. Scribbled writing sounded on the blackboard in his head, and the game sound effects of the man next door crashed into Yan Junxun's thoughts like locusts. Yan Junxun kept switching between the blackboard and the imaginary screen, as if he was squatting on the 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, slammed his head against the table, and turned off his game.

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

Yan Junxun meditated silently, with the meaning of gnashing his teeth.

The time was just set to six o'clock, and the rumbling sound of the light-iron transport directly rolled over like a mountain, and the heavy transport vehicle pressed the entire area to tremble. The stack of books under the plastic table collapsed completely, and the sound of light iron crossing the border swallowed up all the noise like a huge wave.

The murderer killed Huo Qingjun on the dismemberment platform.

It's too easy, she must have used something. She wouldn't fight them, she had a way to keep them from fighting back.

The pen on the plastic table was shaken off the cap, and the tip of the pen was knocked on the thick manuscript paper, and the ink was like a spread of black blood.

Huo Qingjun's blood dripped all over the table, but the murderer didn't care. Of course she didn't care, it was like this every time the body was divided. She was just unhappy. She had never encountered resistance in the crime of being a "man". This was the first time that she wanted to give Huo Qingjun some 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 plucked the fly's wings and got it off the grinder.

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

"It's raining too little this month," Yang Yu took off the rubber gloves on his hands and fanned the wind with his hands, "so that no one can get out of the house. My son is pampered and pampered, shouting that he is hot every day. I've never been out to work."

Chen Xiulian sat upright, watching the coke transport truck outside the glass entering the garden, and said, "Don't worry about him, let him earn money to eat by himself."

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 control her blood. She was so tired that she could barely stand up, 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 support my wife and children." She looked at Chen Xiulian, "I'm so old, I can't do it any more."

Chen Xiulian watched the transport trucks silently for a while, they were crawling on the ground like ants. "You won't be able to support him even ten more jobs," she said.

Yang Yu poured bitterness against Chen Xiulian every day. His son made several trips to the coke transport truck at the beginning of the year. After the summer, he stopped working completely. He lay at home and played games all day. He called his mother when he was hungry. Sit in front of the game.

"My life is too hard. My husband is a short-lived ghost, my son is a debt collector, and I'm still cleaning toilets for others in my fifties." It's annoying and picky. His daughter-in-law doesn't dare to speak, and if he agrees, he will be beaten."

"Didn't your daughter-in-law just give birth?"

"Oh, he's drunk, why bother?" Yang Yu's crow's feet in the corners of her eyes were filled with uncleaned dust, she sniffed, "I let his daughter-in-law sleep with me at night."

Chen Xiulian remained silent.

After a while, Yang Yu got up and said: "I think the case in Puli Community is very scary. Fortunately, we haven't worked in the past, and we don't know when people will catch it. Today, the Inspectorate will be on time to clean and check people's attendance. The watch has been delayed for a long time, and the work on my end has not been completed. Now go and clean up, you wait for me, let's go together. "

Chen Xiulian nodded and watched Yang Yu walk away. There were no people in the indoor rest area at dusk. At this moment, the driver had to stay outside and count the number of coke transports back and forth with the recorder in the weighing room, which she counted before eating.

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

Liu Chen keeps track of the investigation progress of the Inspectorate. Jiang Lian has not reached an agreement with him. He criticized the attitude of the Inspectorate on the homepage today, and the messages below are very excited. 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 a profile expert who specializes in this case]

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

May Xue didn't speak. He seemed to be considering the pros and cons. After a few minutes, he typed: [There is a bit of history, I don't dare to say it here. Do you want to meet Liu Ji? I can give 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 to chat with strangers very much, that's what her husband loves to do. She also doesn't care who the expert in the Inspectorate is, she just wants to hear the applause.

"Fuck your mother," Chen Xiulian's husband He Zhiguo's voice sounded again, he seemed to be calling into Chen Xiulian's ear, "You got into trouble! Wait for you to be caught!"

Chen Xiulian pursed her lips.

"Hurry up and kill all the dogs, the house is full of stench, I almost smoked to death!" He Zhiguo's spittle was about to be sprayed on Chen Xiulian's face, "I told you to throw it into the boiler, I have to feed the dog. !"

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

Her shadow was all alone on the ground.