Yang Yu was investigated again. The service station she belongs to submits the information of the rescued object to the Inspectorate, and everyone has to wait for the Inspectorate's information check at the service station. Yang Yu was in a hurry to go home to cook, but failed to negotiate with the inspectors. Seeing that it was getting dark, he could only call his son at the public guide at the service station.
Yang Yu dialed several times, but no one answered at home. She was so anxious that her eyebrows burned, and with the idea of trying, she called Chen Xiulian again.
"Xiao Chen!" Yang Yu said anxiously as soon as the other side was connected, "I bought vegetables at the gate of our industrial park in the morning, and asked him to deliver them to the cafeteria. You see, it will be inconvenient for you to get off work later. Help me deliver it to my house? Tell my daughter-in-law, the Inspectorate is checking information at our service station!"
Chen Xiulian's conductor was badly damaged, and she could hear the sound of electric current during the call. She didn't answer for a long time, Yang Yu thought she didn't hear it, and was about to say it again, when she heard Chen Xiulian reply: "Okay, I'll go after get off work."
"Hey, thank you!" Yang Yu brushed his sweat-drenched hair.
Chen Xiulian heard the conversation near Yang Yu through the sound of electric current. The people from the Inspectorate were in the business office, and the rescue targets of the service station were called in the lobby, and they whispered about the investigation.
Chen Xiulian didn't let Yang Yu hang up. She sat in the car and looked at the weighing room outside the car window, where there were cars coming and going. She asked, "Is the Inspectorate investigating murders?"
"It's not the murder case we saw a few days ago," Yang Yu was afraid when she mentioned the murder case, she covered her mouth and whispered, "There is a person in the Puli community, clean it on time and tell the inspectorate that the Puli community The cleaning business is in cooperation with our service station, and the Inspectorate came to investigate."
Chen Xiulian was blocking the driveway, and a car beside her started honking its horn. She started the car and continued as she turned the steering wheel, "What are you asking?"
"How advanced the technology is now, I heard from the person in front that as long as you go to the table and submit your ID number, the system will automatically perform information search and information identification." Yang Yu read the newly learned words and looked again. He glanced at the office and said in a low voice, "What should I do, Xiao Chen, I'm so afraid that they will find my son and his daughter-in-law, and they have not obtained their residence permits! If this is discovered, will they be imprisoned? ?"
"Don't be afraid," Chen Xiulian parked the car in the corner and turned off the fire, "These things are not so magical..."
She was not quite sure, and even wanted to call Yang Yu to run.
But Chen Xiulian thought about the time. She didn't enter the Puli Community when Li Jianhua disappeared - there is no record of her. She also went to other communities to work for Yang Yu. She was not included in the punctual cleaning worksheet. It was useless for the inspectorate to detain Yang Yu and check it thousands of times.
These things are not so divine.
Chen Xiulian held the steering wheel and thought that He Zhiguo had also scolded these systems, saying that they were just a bunch of data codes and could not do much technical analysis.
If the system has human rights, then this is the age of dictatorships.
Liu Chen said this in the chat room. He resists the popularization of the system and the entry of personal information into the system. Chen Xiulian has never recorded personal information. He Zhiguo refused to take her to record at first, for fear that she would go to the police after she has an ID number. Her current truck, house, and ID guide are all He Zhiguo's information, and even the salary account she left in the steel mill was used by He Zhiguo. She is a transparent person with no identity in the berthing area.
"They are investigating the case, you have nothing to do with the case," Chen Xiulian said, seeing that the clouds in the sky were soaked in ink, and the rain that squeezed out was filthy, she said, "They don't have time to investigate those, so answer whatever you have. You Is my son at home? I'm going to deliver food."
* * *
Yan Junxun turned off the lights and pulled the curtains to death. He was lying on the bed, closing his eyes and trying to sleep. There is a sound similar to sinking into the deep sea in his ears. He needs this sound to help him sleep, just like Huo Qingjun needs the sound of rain.
Yan Junxun likes to stay in a closed, dark world with no other noises, so that he can think faster. The small blackboard was placed in his head, and Yan Junxun swept it to the corner. He did his best to relax, even pulling the quilt up.
But when people close their eyes, there are other images in their minds that cannot be blocked.
Yan Junxun looked out the window of Liu Xincheng's room, but couldn't see anything. His eyes were always blocked by those photos, which made him very uncomfortable. He was unwilling to continue and tried to change the picture of Liu Xincheng's room, but Liu Xincheng's face immediately stuck in front of him without warning.
Liu Xincheng has a moving picture of information entry. He turned his body and looked at the system camera with a blank expression.
Hold.
The graffiti in Liu Xincheng's corridor continued to enlarge, and the "fuck" painted in red was covered on Liu Xincheng's face. He stared at Yan Junxun like staring at the murderer.
Yan Junxun started to get restless. He turned over and buried himself in the soft quilt.
Dont look at me.
Yan Jun thought about it.
I don't fucking do this.
Liu Xincheng froze in the frame, like an example photo made in a PPT, and slid over without emotion. Li Jianhua didn't appear immediately, and Yan Junxun remembered the fish tank in his house. The lights of the fish tank flickered on and off, and Yan Junxun clearly remembered the patterns on the fish tank, including the rhythm of Shi Shanyan hitting the fish tank at that time.
The fish swam in the glass with their big bright red tails. The lights flickered unpleasantly, but Yan Junxun hated it, he could think of something else. The murderer had to clean up after cutting Li Jianhua. She couldn't wash away the pieces of meat. She had to pick them up in several basins.
Li Jianhua died last month, but the fish is still alive this month.
Yan Junxun didn't want to hear it, but he still heard the sound of "swoosh" written on the small blackboard.
The murderer remembered these fish, and she had returned to Li Jianhua's house more than once. What is the most recent day? She can't go on weekends, it's too conspicuous, and there are people living next door to Li Jianhua. She has to pick a time when no one is paying attention and don't need to drive. She knows that driving needs to enter the underground garage again, and the ID number in her hand cannot be used twice. It is too obvious, and she has to think of other ways.
Yan Junxun thought about the fish tank and the scene where he and Shi Shanyan walked out of Li Jianhua's house.
Shi Shanyan stood in the elevator and waved at the couple next door, but Yan Junxun didn't look at them. Out of the corner of his vision, he only saw the mountain bike in front of Li Jianhua and the pair of clean old sneakers.
It's definitely not Li Jianhua's, it's someone else's - maybe the murderer's.
She drove in to take Li Jianhua away, but she understood that the car could not come in twice, because that would not only require a second record in the underground parking lot, but also make the property that is familiar with cleaning vehicles on time suspicious. She later rode a bicycle, so that she did not need to go through the entrance and exit inspections to enter the Poole community.
She chose to travel by bicycle, indicating that her workplace is nearby. She can't go on weekends, she has to take advantage of the spare time from work. But she didn't dare to take the bicycle home, because she bought it, and taking it back would make her afraid, and she would be beaten for every penny she spent. She developed the habit of being sneaky, like she didn't dare to watch the sexual assault process.
The sound of writing on the blackboard became denser, making Yan Junxun's breathing a little chaotic. He wanted to sit up and smoke a cigarette. If anyone can see Yan Junxun's blackboard, they will be surprised to find that it is painted in a mess. The lines on the blackboard are disorganized, like woolen threads scratched by a cat, with no beginning or end at all.
She has the habit of returning to the neighborhood of the victim, and she needs to rely on repeated memory to prove to herself that the victim is dead, really dead. The reason she repeats the crime is because her pain doesn't stop, and that's too bad, she has to go back and forth around the victim's house like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Yan Junxun sat up abruptly and pulled off the earphones that were stuck in his ears. He's sweating all over, but it's not hot inside, he's just—that's how it is.
"Call Jiang Lian," Yan Junxun called out to Panda in a hoarse voice, "Ask him—"
Yan Junxun thought of this and remembered that his channel was not turned on, and the only contact information was in Shi Shanyan's hands, and he personally sent Shi Shanyan out of the door.
Yan Junxun pulled the quilt away: "Call Xiaojulong to get up!"
* * *
Chen Xiulian started the car, and the headlights came on in the dark night. She is very time sensitive and has always done a good job of being punctual.
Yang Yu's daughter-in-law chased after her and said to Chen Xiulian by the car door, "Thank you, Sister Xiulian!"
"Her daughter-in-law has a big butt and has a son," He Zhiguo whispered in Chen Xiulian's ear again, "You can't do it, you can only give birth to money-losing goods."
"No thanks." Chen Xiulian looked at Yang Yu's daughter-in-law. The girl who had just given birth was very thin, with her face facing the sky, and even the clothes draped over her shoulders were picked up by her mother-in-law.
so good.
Chen Xiulian meditated silently.
She was beaten just a few days after giving birth. Qinqin was brought home by herself. He Zhiguo wanted to send it out, but she refused. She has only one child, like the moon in the sky, in her arms, feeding little by little with her shriveled breasts. Qinqin is very good, and the little girls are very good, with ponytails and singing to her.
Qinqin said mom, don't cry.
"The son of a bitch is so lucky. The old mother is working hard outside. He is the second uncle at home, and there is a young and beautiful little daughter-in-law to serve him." My wife is so beautiful, I would be reluctant to fight for me. Who knows how his grandson got it? Maybe he is like me, beheading first and then playing."
He Zhiguo laughed in Chen Xiulian's ear. He had a bad voice. He would become hoarse when he laughed too much, and his voice would become hoarse when he cried. Sometimes Chen Xiulian couldn't tell whether He Zhiguo was crying or laughing when he was lying in the basement.
"The dam is so far away, he insisted that he made an appointment with netizens..."
The time "clicked".
Chen Xiulian was very happy, and the electronic watch ran very accurately. Her oil was topped up and the basement was cleaned up. She knew where Yang Yu's son was, he liked to play games, he wanted a good job, and Chen Xiulian knew that she was too familiar with the thoughts of these beasts.
No, Xiulian Chen corrects the mistake.
She was all too familiar with the idea of "He Zhiguo".
"It doesn't matter, I'm familiar with that piece and can get him," Chen Xiulian turned her head, looked ahead, and repeated to Yang Yu's daughter-in-law, "No thanks."