This wretched, despicable piece of garbage.
The sultry heat in the room covered Yan Junxun, and he noticed that his back was sweating. He wanted to gasp for breath, but felt sick again.
The skin on the walls was damp and wrinkled, like puckered human skin.
The window of the bathroom was broken long ago, and the toilet inside was full of dust and dirty. Wu Qionghua was lying there crying, and the murderer grabbed her by the back collar and pressed her in again and again.
Yan Jun's throat was so dry it was bitter.
Murderers love bathrooms. No, the murderer likes a cramped space like that.
Are you a rat in the sewer
Yan Junxun frowned and turned his head, facing the window, letting the wind blow away the smell.
The killer stayed in the bathroom for a long time, a process he called "education." His psychology is really distorted, maybe he doesn't even know what normal education is like.
Childhood trauma. Does it have anything to do with his stuttering
"This incident can give him confidence," Shi Shanyan approached Yan Jun to find some, "he felt happy during the process, and unexpectedly gained the sense of accomplishment that the Inspectorate Bureau gave him."
"Desire to express," Yan Junxun's head echoed the murderer's stammering voice, "he always wants to prove himself."
The two victims he picked at the beginning were both relatively old and in a state of ending prostitution. Wu Qionghua is the most obvious, there are only a few old customers left in her life. Such victims are powerless in the face of the murderer.
"The age of the victim is constantly changing," Yan Junxun stood up and avoided the wooden table, "The murderer thinks he is making a challenge."
The first victim Wu Qionghua was 43 years old, the second victim Li Si was 38 years old, the third victim Bai Jingqing was 24 years old, and the fourth victim Hu Xin was only 16 years old. The identities of the victims are very single, either prostitutes or schoolgirls.
"He mentioned Liangpi shop again in the diary of the second crime. We can regard Liangpi shop as his 'home', and he was looking for prey with this as the center." Yan Junxun remembered every word in the diary, "He met Bai Jingqing, the third victim during the war," Yan Junxun continued, seeing the cracks on the wall, "and regarded Bai Jingqing as the most special... He did not commit a crime from 2160 to 2163. , the reason may be Bai Jingqing."
The murderer has a vulnerable side in the diary. When he killed Wu Qionghua and Li Si, he would complain repeatedly and even call his mother, but when he killed Bai Jingqing, he did not. And chose the description "the weather is fine" as the beginning.
Qi Shi's confession contains things about Bai Jingqing, but unfortunately they are now closed together with Jue.
Shi Shanyan touched his trouser pocket, there was no cigarette in it. He said, "Skip Bai Jingqing."
If Bai Jingqing really brought any changes to the murderer, it would be most obvious in Hu Xin, the fourth victim.
"I didn't see the diary about Hu Xin," Yan Junxun saw traces of stickers on the wall. "There is no information about her address in the information given by Jiang Lian."
"Hu Xin is in class at No. 8 Middle School in the mooring area and is running," Shi Shanyan said to Shang Yan Junxun's gaze without any remorse, "I saw it in Jue's encrypted archive."
* * *
Limpopo stood at the door of the house. He just changed the combination lock for himself not long ago, and the combination was difficult, which forced him to read out the numbers so that he would not enter the wrong order.
"8, 890..."
are you a pig
“572…”
so stupid! Hurry up and memorize it, memorize Limpopo!
Limpopo became more and more anxious, he grabbed his hair helplessly, so that he would not fall into memory. But it was useless, as long as he stood in front of the house, he could not help but think of his mother's scolding.
"8905... 7..." Limpopo started to sweat, his face flushed red, "72014."
The door opened, and Limpopo was relieved. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled contentedly.
Limpopo came in to change his shoes. His shoes are neatly arranged, which is a fucking habit. The things in the house must be neat, a little messy, the mother will become very anxious, and the result of the anxiety is to insult Limpopo.
are you a pig
It's a fucking mantra. His mother scolds his father like that, and scolds him like that.
There are two bedrooms in the house, one for my mother and one for my grandpa, and now they both belong to him because both mother and grandpa are dead. But Limpopo still lived in the living room. He didn't like the smell in the bedroom. The smell of people who had been sick for a long time had penetrated into the bedroom. As long as he stood in, he would panic and sweat, as if his mother and grandfather were still alive.
"I'm going to cook," Limpopo put the vegetables he bought on the chopping board, "I'll wash the vegetables first, and then fry them."
His back looks weird because he's the only one in the living room and kitchen. He turned on the dim light, and every time he did something, he had to report first.
That's what the fuck said.
Limpopo, are you a pig? Speak, speak quickly, you will stutter if you keep your mouth shut all day! tell me what are you going to do? If you dare to stutter, I will put a needle in your mouth!
"I want to eat," Limpopo cut the vegetables, "I want to cut the vegetables..." He swallowed to hide his stammer, "Cut into shreds."
Keep your head up, Limpopo! Why are you keeping your head down? Do you feel inferior? Bitchy bones! Are you scolding me in your heart? you little bastard...
Limpopo tried to straighten his back, sweat dripping down the back of his hands.
There was a small mirror on the refrigerator, and Limpopo used to peek at his mother from there. His unkempt hair is always not combed neatly, and he doesn't wear a bra. He only wears a sequined suspender skirt. He twists and splashes around in the living room. The dirty words in his mouth fall down like raindrops, which can make Limpopo Submerged in spittle stars.
At this time, Limpopo looked forward to his grandfather coming out. His grandfather had a wide forehead and tiger eyes. Those tiger eyes are for fucking staring. As long as grandpa comes out, his mother will go crazy. Limpopo likes to be mad, because when he gets mad, everyone will scold him, not just him.
When the dish was put in the pot, the oil splashed out, and Limpopo hurriedly put the lid on the pot. He was afraid, afraid of being splashed by the oil, and the pain was so fucking like screwing his flesh.
Crying came from the bedroom. On and off, faintly incessant.
Limpopo remembered the hostages, but the cry was like the last fucking sound. With a little pity, he cleared his throat and said honestly, "Don't cry, I'll cook for you and eat."
The little girl inside didn't seem to hear it.
* * *
The No. 8 Middle School in Parking Area is located near the factory not far from the old business district. It was originally a middle school for the children of the factory, but it was later changed to No. 8 Middle School in Parking Area, but the students who take classes here are still the children of the old factory employees. Because the school is close to the abandoned factory, the school walls are built very high, almost as high as the water tower in the old district, so it doesn't look like a school, like a prison.
Yan Junxun, wearing a baseball cap, sat on the roadside stall opposite the school gate and peeled tea eggs.
Today is cloudy and very hot.
The owner of Tea Egg was only wearing a vest, and his back was soaked with sweat. While fishing for eggs, he said to Shi Shanyan, who was standing by the side smoking, "Are you also a parent?"
Shi Shanyan moved his gaze and landed on the top of Yan Junxun's head, and said naturally, "It's my brother."
"Brother?" The boss pointed to Yan Junxun, who was sitting on the stool, politely, "No wonder, they look so similar. Why are you here, register your brother for a class?"
Shi Shanyan smiled and said, "It's hard to manage such a big child."
"It's so hard to manage," the boss said neatly, and after cleaning the table, he hugged his arms and chatted with Shi Shanyan, "But it's better to beat yourself up than to go out and get hurt."
"Yeah," Shi Shanyan pinched the cigarette, he had been smoking a bit lately, "I heard there was news from the school some time ago?"
"This period of time was all news," the boss said. "A girl in the first grade was murdered at home. The murderer was so arrogant. He first challenged the inspectorate on the news, and then tied a girl from the second middle school. The Inspectorate has been patrolling here every day for two weeks, but there is no way to catch anyone." He sighed again, "I heard that the two girls are good at studying, so they can be admitted to Light Rail University. This murderer, I'm sure It’s just being unemployed and anti-social, taking anger on children, and it’s not good for people.”
Shi Shanyan didn't answer, he looked to the left from this position and said, "There are quite a lot of taxis here."
"As soon as the news came out recently, parents came to pick up their children to and from school. There is no bus stop in this area, so you can't take a taxi?" The boss pointed to the buildings in the distance, "The murdered high school girl lives in that area, and it's not even after school. take a taxi."
Shi Shanyan looked at the building and then at the old business district.
The distance between the two places is not far, and there is a road in the middle.
Shi Shanyan asked, "How much does it cost to get there?"
"It's hard to say," the boss calculated, "If you don't take a detour, it will cost more than 20 yuan."
Shi Shanyan found that the system surveillance cameras in this area were all placed on the main road, and the system surveillance cameras near schools and abandoned factories had been smashed.
The location is very convenient. The murderer can park his car here to watch victim No. 4 Hu Xin get to and from school. There are no school guards and parents to take care of him.
* * *
Yan Junxun does not eat eggs, nor does he eat tea eggs. He just enjoys peeling eggs, which keeps him focused.
Sitting here, he can see the front playground of the school, where there is actually a real locust tree. Although it has been hung with a hanging bottle, it is real, and it is still very fat.
"When the factory was first built, it was a locust forest." Shi Shanyan leaned down from behind and picked up Yan Junxun's tea eggs, "Children, don't waste food."
"This school is not safe at all," Yan Junxun stared at the school's school wall. "The children who come out can be picked up by strangers."
"Because it's a middle school," Shi Shanyan took a sip of tea eggs, "Everyone will usually leave in groups after school."
"There are always exceptions," Yan Junxun lowered his eyelids, "The school must take precautions before it happens."
Shi Shanyan finished the tea egg in a few mouthfuls and kept looking at Yan Junxun.
Although he didn't know why, it was always right to stare.