Chapter 59: rent

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The sultry heat in the room covered Yan Junxun, and he noticed sweat on his

back. He wanted to breathe heavily, but he felt sick again.

The skin on the wall is wrinkled with tide, just like the skin of a human body

that is blistered.

The bathroom window has long been broken, and the toilet inside is dusty and

dirty. Wu Qionghua cried there, and the murderer dragged her back collar,

pushing her in again and again.

Yan Junxun's throat was dry and bitter.

The murderer likes the bathroom. No, the murderer likes that narrow space.

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 murderer stayed in the bathroom for a long time, he called this process

"education". He was really distorted, maybe he didn’t know what normal

education was like at all.

Childhood trauma. Does this have anything to do with his stuttering?

"This event can make him feel confident," Shi Shanyan approached some Yan

Junxun. "He felt happy during the process, and also unexpectedly reaped the

sense of accomplishment given to him by the inspectorate."

"Expression," Yan Junxun echoed the murderer's stuttering voice in his head.

"He always wants to prove himself."

The two victims he selected at the beginning are relatively old, and are

already in a state of coming to an end. Wu Qionghua is the most obvious. There

are only a few old customers left in her life. Such a victim has no ability to

resist in front of the murderer.

"The age of the victim is constantly changing," Yan Junxun stood up, bypassing

the wooden table. "The murderer thinks he is challenging."

The No. 1 victim Wu Qionghua is 43 years old, the No. 2 victim Li Si is 38

years old, No. 3 victim Bai Jingqing is 24 years old, and No. 4 victim Hu Xin

is only 16 years old. The identities of the victims are very single, either

female or female students.

"He mentioned the Liangpi shop again in his diary of the second crime. We can

think of the Liangpi shop as his'home'. He is looking for prey with this as

the center." Yan Junxun remembered every word in the diary, " He met No. 3

victim Bai Jingqing during the war," Yan Junxun saw the crack on the wall and

continued, "And regarded Bai Jingqing as the most special... He did not commit

crimes between 2160 and 2163. , The reason may be on Bai Jingqing."

The murderer has a weak side in his diary. He will complain repeatedly when he

kills Wu Qionghua and Li Si, and even calls his mother, but he did not kill

Bai Jingqing at all, and chose the description of "the weather is very good"

as the beginning.

Qi Shi's confession contains information about Bai Jingqing, but unfortunately

now they are all closed together with Gui.

Shi Shanyan touched his trouser pocket, and there was no smoke inside. He

said, "Skip Bai Jingqing."

If Bai Jingqing really brought any change to the murderer, the change is most

obvious to Hu Xin, the fourth victim.

"I didn't see a diary about Hu Xin," Yan Junxun saw the traces of stickers on

the wall. "Jiang Lian also didn't have her address in the information."

"Hu Xin took classes in the No. 8 Middle School in the parking area, and went

to school," Shi Shanyan said to Yan Junxun with no repentance. "I pointed it

out from the encrypted archive of 玨."

Limpopo stood at the door. He only changed the combination lock for himself

not long ago. The combination was difficult, which forced him to read the

numbers so as not to enter the wrong sequence.

"8, 890..."

are you a pig?

"572..."

so stupid! Hurry up, Limbo!

Lin Bobo became more and more anxious, he grabbed his hair helplessly, so as

not to fall into memories. But it's useless. As long as he stands in front of

his house, he will automatically remember his mother's blame.

"8905...7..." Limpopo began to sweat, his face flushed, "72014."

The door opened and Lin Bobo was relieved. He wiped the sweat beads on his

forehead and smiled contentedly.

Limpopo came in and changed shoes. His shoes are all neatly arranged, which is

a ** habit. Things at home must be neat and a little messy, and his mother

will become very anxious, and the result of anxiety will be insulting Limpopo.

are you a pig?

This is a ** mantra. His mother scolded his father like this, and he scolded

him like this.

There are two bedrooms in the house, one for the mother and one for the

grandfather. Now they belong to him because the mother and grandpa are dead.

But Limpopo still lives in the living room. He doesn't like the smell in the

bedroom. The smell of the long-sick person has penetrated the bedroom. As soon

as he stands in, he will panic and sweat, as if his mother and grandpa are

still alive.

"I'm going to cook," Limpopo put the purchased vegetables on the chopping

board. "I'll wash the vegetables first, and then fry them."

His back looks weird because he is the only person in the living room and

kitchen. He turned on the dim light and had to report every thing he did.

This is what his mother said.

Limpopo, pig, are you? Speak, hurry up, you will become stuttering with your

mouth closed all day long! Tell me what are you doing? If you dare to stutter,

I will use your needle to stab your mouth!

"I'm going to eat," Limpopo cut the vegetables. "I'm going to cut the

vegetables..." He swallowed his saliva to cover his stammer, "cut into

shreds."

Look up, Limpopo! Why are you looking down? Do you think you are inferior?

Cheap bones! Are you scolding me in your heart? You little deflated...

Limpopo tried to straighten his back, his sweat dripping onto the back of his

hand.

There was a small mirror on the refrigerator, and Lin Bobo used to peek at his

mother from there. His mother's disheveled hair is always untidy, and she

doesn't wear a bra. She only wears a sequined suspender skirt. She twists her

body in the living room. If her mouth is not clean, it looks like raindrops

falling down, which can drown Lin Bobo. Spit in the stars.

Whenever this time, Limpopo looked forward to his grandfather coming out. His

grandpa has a wide forehead and tiger eyes. Those tiger eyes are dedicated to

glaring and fucking. As soon as grandpa came out, his mother would go crazy.

Lin Bobo likes his mother to go crazy, because his mother goes crazy and

scolds everyone, not just scold him.

The oil splashed out when the dish was under the pot, and Lin Bobo hurriedly

covered the lid. He was scared, afraid of being splashed with oil, the pain

was too much like his mother was twisting his flesh.

There was crying in the bedroom. Intermittently, endlessly.

Lin Bobo remembers the hostage, but the cry is like the last voice of his

mother. He moved a little bit of indifference, 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 the 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 the No. 8 Middle School

in the parking area. However, the students here are still the children of the

employees in the old factory. 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 area, so it does not look like a school, like a prison.

Yan Junxun wears a baseball cap and sits on a street stall opposite the school

gate to peel tea eggs.

Today is cloudy and very hot.

The tea egg boss only wore a vest, and his back was wet with sweat. When he

was fishing for eggs, he said to Shi Shanyan, who was standing on the sideline

smoking, "Are you also a parent?"

Shi Shanyan moved his gaze and fell on Yan Junxun's head, saying naturally:

"It's brother."

"Brother?" The boss pointed to Yan Junxun, who was sitting on the stool, a

blind guest. "No wonder, it looks so like. Why come here, do you sign up for

your brother?"

Shi Shanyan smiled for a while and said, "A child as old as this is hard to

control."

"That's how big it is to manage," the boss neatly clasped his hands, wiped the

table and hugged his arms, chatting with Shi Shanyan. "However, it is better

to go out and be harmed by going out."

"Yeah," Shi Shanyan pinched the smoke, and he's been smoking a little

recently, "I heard that there was news some time ago in the school?"

"It's all news this time," the boss said. "A girl in high school was killed by

someone 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 Bureau patrolled here every day for two weeks, but there was

no way, that is, they couldn’t catch people.” He also said with emotion, “I

heard that both girls are good at studying, and it’s the material that can

pass the exam at the University of Light Rail. This murderer, sure It means

losing the anti-social society and letting the children breathe out.

Shi Shanyan didn't answer, he looked to the left from this position and said,

"This taxi is quite a lot."

"Recently, when the news came out, parents came to pick up their children to

and from school. Is there a bus stop in this piece, can we not take a taxi?"

The boss pointed to the buildings in the distance. take a taxi."

Shi Shanyan looked at the building and then to the old business district.

The two places are not far away, and there is a road in between.

Shi Shanyan asked: "How much does it cost to travel there?"

"It's hard to say," the boss said. "If it's not a detour, it will cost more

than 20 yuan."

Shi Shanyan found that the system monitoring of this piece was placed on the

main road, and the system cameras near the school and abandoned factory were

smashed by people.

This location is very convenient, the murderer can park the car here to watch

No. 4 victim Hu Xin going to and from school, no school guards and parents

will control him.

Yan Junxun does not eat eggs, nor does tea eggs. He just enjoys the feeling of

peeling an egg, which makes him focus.

He sat here to see the front playground of the school, where there was a

genuine locust tree. Although the hanging bottle had been hung, it was real

and very fat.

"When the factory was first built, there was a grove of locust trees." Shi

Shanyan leaned down from behind and picked up Yan Junxun's tea eggs. "Kids

don't waste food."

"This school is not safe at all," Yan Junxun looked at the school wall. "The

children who come out can be picked up by strangers."

"Because it is a middle school," Shi Shanyan tasted the tea egg, "Everyone

basically walks in droves after school."

"There are always exceptions," Yan Junxun pulled his eyelids down. "Schools

should take precautions before they happen."

Shi Shanyan ate a few mouthfuls of tea eggs and kept looking at Yan Junxun.

Although he didn't know why, he was right to stare.