Jiang Lian went out the door and was stopped by Yan Junxun. He thought that Yan Junxun would talk about Shi Shanyan, and his expression was solemn when he turned back. In the end, Yan Junxun just looked at him and threw over the car keys he had dropped.
"Number..." Jiang Lian took the car keys and tried to change his name, "Shi Shanyan may need..."
"You tell Fu Chenghui," Yan Junxun's face was exposed to the sun, showing an inhuman fairness, he said seriously, "Just this time."
Jiang Lian made an "understanding" gesture and lowered his voice: "Do you know why he didn't run last night? Fu Yun told me before he left that the black panther had implanted an information location chip in his body."
"Oh," Yan Junxun felt that the ice water he just drank was useless, "Fu Chenghui sells chips."
"I won't release the restraint lock for him for the time being," Jiang Lian went around the car and shouted to Yan Jun, "If there is something wrong, call the guide."
Yan Junxun nodded and found that Shi Shanyan was looking at him through the glass. He didn't like being stared at, and being stared at would always make him feel uncomfortable, especially being stared at by someone like Shi Shanyan.
Jiang Lian drove the car slowly out of the narrow road, and suddenly smelled a smell of smoke. He looked at the rearview mirror in horror, and saw Shi Shanyan leaning on the backrest, biting a cigarette of unknown origin.
"It's been too long since I smoked," Shi Shanyan's eyes glazed over, "Do you mind?"
The smell of smoke gradually filled the car, fiddling with Jiang Lian's nervous nerves at will. Jiang Lian retracted his gaze and said, "Understood, I also like to smoke when faced with difficult cases."
"I don't think Yan Junxun has compiled it," Shi Shanyan smiled, "How did you find him to solve the case?"
Jiang Lian turned the steering wheel, hesitated for a few seconds between answering and not answering, and said, "He's amazing, he thinks differently than others."
"The cases where Yan Junxun helped you are all serial murders," Shi Shanyan flicked the ashtray into the tin ashtray prepared by Jiang Lian, "He can quite empathize with perverts."
At this moment, it was 13:00 noon, and the heat wave washed the windows back and forth. Jiang Lian wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. The car in the driveway next to it was honking its horn, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of every minute and second in the car, making Jiang Lian feel as if on pins and needles.
"Jun Xun has a unique sense of smell, and can block some interfering elements when handling a case," Jiang Lian made his expression look normal, "I think this is due to his keenness and his unique growth environment. "
"A fat mother?"
"Yes," Jiang Lian's thumb rubbed the steering wheel, "he... was raised by the family system, Pang Da is only a part of it, and there is also a teacher 'Artemis'. Pang Da is responsible for taking care of Jun Xun's daily life , Artemis is responsible for guiding his study. Jun Xun once said that when he starts to think, he will think of the blackboard when Artemis taught him to read, which is the source of his ability to concentrate on thinking. "Jiang Lian quickly Glancing at Shi Shanyan, "According to the system classification, Pang Da is the father's role."
Shi Shanyan's expression became intriguing.
"...By the way," Jiang Lian then asked nervously, "where did your lighter come from?"
"This?" Shi Shanyan erected the lighter and threw it into the ashtray indifferently, "Fu delivered it."
* * *
Yan Junxun went back to the house, and the panda was cooking in the kitchen. Its tail is pushed out of the curtain, and two fat legs can be seen busy. Yan Jun couldn't be in a hurry to read the information, he leaned over and straightened the crooked coffee table.
This is Shi Shanyan's touch.
Although Shi Shan Yan's legs are indeed very long, Yan Junxun intuitions that he did it on purpose. This behavior is like a silent announcement that he has come - he has come, he has entered Yan Junxun's territory, and even left his own traces.
Panda came out with a tray and said to Yan Junxun, "The war on the southern front has stopped. The beef here is still so expensive. I have to think about the recipe for next week."
Yan Junxun eats in the babble of pandas.
"Today, this Mr. Shi is really handsome and polite. Is he Jiang Lian's new colleague? Not quite, he looks like Jiang Lian's leader." Panda said alertly, "Mr. Potatoes are also eaten, and meat alone will cause constipation.”
Yan Junxun picked up a piece of potato, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Mmmm".
"His sense of smell is so good," Panda continued to discuss Shi Shanyan, "and he can smell that you just drank milk."
"People are also very smart," Yan Junxun recalled last night, "like a criminal."
Panda was amused: "You rarely praise others for being smart."
"He tricked my eyes," Yan Junxun took two mouthfuls of rice, "I thought he wanted to run away."
Shi Shanyan's attitude towards Fu Yun seemed to be ending the assignment. What he said to Yan Junxun also made Yan Junxun hesitate, but he actually couldn't run and didn't want to run at all. The unequal information in the parking area played tricks on everyone, and Yan Junxun didn't remember the tricks of the lighter until the lights went out.
Shi Shanyan's performance from start to finish was too natural, he handed his loophole to Yan Junxun, and then asked Yan Junxun to send it back without knowing it. This nasty manipulative desire. Yan Junxun observes him, and he is also observing Yan Junxun.
"If this is an exam," Yan Junxun sighed, put the empty bowl back on the tray, and said angrily, "I must fail."
"Don't be discouraged," Panda comforted him. "We have to look at the problem with a dialectical eye, and in general, we will gain something."
"What harvest?"
"A friend," Panda spread his paws, "a handsome friend."
"Ah," Yan Junxun became even more angry, "I'm so happy."
* * *
The sun was shining the next day, and Yan Junxun parked his car at the entrance of the inspectorate. Before he took out the key, he heard someone knocking on his window. Yan Junxun rolled down the car window and put on a pair of sunglasses.
Shi Shanyan not only changed his shirt, but also cut his hair. If it weren't for the fact that he was still wearing a restraint lock, everyone would have regarded him as an elite of the Inspectorate. He pulled down his sunglasses a little, couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, and said, "You're not very punctual."
Yan Junxun turned his face and replied, "This is my working time."
When Shi Shanyan got into the car, Xiao Julong held his front paws awkwardly and said to him, "Welcome, Mr. Shi, do you have any requirements for the seat?"
"It's a little narrow," Shi Shanyan adjusted his sitting position, "Okay, thank you."
"The in-car system guides you," Xiaojulong asked tentatively, "does Mr. Yan need some soothing music?"
Yan Junxun nodded and stepped on the accelerator, letting Shi Shanyan feel the speed of the car.
* * *
Yan Junxun parked the car in front of the telephone pole in the alley at the corner of Huihe Community. When he got off the car, he saw a mess of advertisements posted on the pole, as well as several wanted notices with unclear faces.
Shi Shanyan put the sunglasses on the little orange faucet, closed the door and looked around.
This is an old town. The buildings on all sides are like stoves covered with charcoal ash, and all the edges and corners are peeled off. All the residents hang their underwear on their small balconies. The windows of the low-rise residents are blocked by iron nets, so they can only stab the poles out of the gaps in the iron nets, arrogantly occupying the place where people walk. The ventilation in this area is also not good. The hot weather boils the smell of sweat and sewage, making people stew like a pot.
Not long after getting off the car, Yan Junxun was sweating. Carrying the ice water prepared in the bottle car, he walked into the community and looked for the building number.
"Go left," Shi Shanyan tilted his head, "Building 4 is here."
The corridors of the old building are very dirty, and the walls have long been turned into graffiti boards. Shi Shanyan did not forget to appreciate these arts when he went upstairs. Several exaggerated human bodies were pulled into bows, the woman's open lines were covered with all kinds of handprints, and her face was painted with a beard like a spoof.
The No. 1 victim, Liu Xincheng, lives on the third floor. There are not only graffiti on the walls of this floor, but also some scribbled messages.
rape!
Nice job.
Hold!
The word "Fuck" is written in a large, circled, eye-catching red.
Liu Xincheng is 48 years old this year. Ten years ago, he served as the senior financial section chief of Hongxing Steel Plant in the berthing area. Later, he was sentenced to four years for sexually assaulting an intern of the same company and compensated the victims at the time of 700,000 yuan. . Four years later, he was released from prison and divorced his wife, and moved to Huihe Community to live alone, where he watched night games for the mahjong parlor at the gate of the community.
On the night of March 6th, Liu Xincheng didn't go to work at the mahjong parlor. The boss thought he was going to drink again. When he contacted him again the next day with the conductor, no one answered. The boss's first reaction was that he owed the rent and ran away, and immediately contacted his friends in this area to arrest people. In the end, no one was caught, but Liu Xincheng's body was caught in the drain.
Yan Junxun used the key given by Jiang Lian to open the door of Liu Xincheng's house, and the sultry heat in the room immediately poured out. Yan Junxun raised his hand and fanned lightly, without covering his mouth and nose.
The space inside the house is very cramped, the living room is the bedroom, Liu Xincheng used a few plastic panels as the compartment, and inside is the bathroom. The windows were not open, and the curtains were drawn. The room was stuffy, but unexpectedly there was not much life odor.
Yan Junxun removed the seal in front of the kitchen, and saw that the only dishes in the kitchen were stuffed in the doorless cabinet, and the stove only had the ashes accumulated in the past three months.
Shi Shanyan didn't touch anything, just glanced at the trash can without a plastic bag under the table.
Yan Junxun suddenly asked, "Did you smell anything?"
Shi Shanyan replied easily: "There is nothing but dust."
* * *
Yan Junxun felt that this room had a strong sense of disobedience. He left the kitchen and approached the plastic backsplash. The walls behind the plastic baffles were covered with pages of yellow magazines. Liu Xincheng cut off the heads of these female body photos and pasted the rough, black-and-white head photos of the victims in the newspapers of his sexual assault.
The vulgar hot-pink bezel has been used for a long time, the edges have been touched tan and the bottom half is filthy.
Yan Junxun took two steps back.
Liu Xincheng has a very bad habit of going to the toilet, and he likes to stand here and do planes. His urine was splashed on the plastic baffle. Over time, it not only smelled bad, but also turned urine stains and semen stains into old dirt.
He has such a sloppy lifestyle, but his room is clean.
Shi Shanyan stood in front of the curtain and wanted to look across the gap, but found that the window was covered with black and white photos that Liu Xincheng once took.
"Well—" Shi Shanyan leaned back slightly, as if struck by these photos. He raised his eyebrows and said, "This is still a bastard who holds a grudge against the verdict."