Chapter 61: fan

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Yi Fei flinched back in horror, her cheek was marked with a red rag, and she

could feel pain when swallowing saliva. The plain white face was covered with

tears, and his eyes were so swollen that he could not open.

Lin Bobo's shadow dragged to Yi Fei's feet, and he looked at Yi Fei's calf.

The slender calf was exposed outside the school skirt, with the girl's unique

smooth finish. Lin Bobo felt throbbing, he was attracted by this divine, and

his eyes were fixed involuntarily.

Yi Fei was disgusted by Lin Bobo's dirty eyes. She drew her calf into the

shadow.

Limpopo stood up and walked to the living room. After a while, he walked back.

He had a metal hairpin in his hand, that was Hu Xin's thing. He kindly handed

the card to Yi Fei, who wanted to put it on Yi Fei's head.

Yi Fei's throat drove loudly, and she glared at Limpopo.

Lin Bobo forcibly pressed Yi Fei's body and inserted the hairpin into her

fluffy hair. He felt that the card issue was very good, but it was not

suitable for Hu Xin, so he took it away on his own initiative.

Yi Fei felt Lin Bobo's hand sweat, and the sticky touch was like a maggot in

the sewer, as if walking past her arm. But she raised her head and kicked

Limpopo's chest fiercely in an infinite loop of fear.

Don't hurry me.

Get out!

Limpopo sat on the ground in shock, knocking over his rice bowl. His face was

filled with an angry red color, and he took a sip toward Yi Fei, scolding:

"Hungry, starve you!"

Yi Fein's hair is disheveled. She is an uncontrollable calf and has already

limped Lin Bobo several times. Lin Bobo has a natural fear of Yi Fei's eyes.

He retrieved his rice bowl and fled.

The room fell into darkness after the door closed. Yi Fei's tears flowed down

the corner of her eyes, pouring her two temples hot.

She wants to go home.

Yi Fein shrank in the corner, closed his eyes tightly, and let out a choking

throat that could not be covered. She heard the sound of a fan rotating

outside the blocked window, and the ringing of bicycles passing by.

She is only one wall away from freedom, and time is passing.

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"He is crazy," Yan Junxun was still thinking about things while eating

noodles. "Otherwise he will not kill Bai Jingqing. His relationship with Bai

Jingqing is complicated because Bai Jingqing was still being nurtured by his

boss in those years."

Shi Shanyan's vinegar's hands didn't stop: "You think they are lovers."

They were sitting on a crowded food stall, and the brother next door was

shouting five and six. The smoke from the barbecue stalls is straight, the

grills are all northern chicken parts, and there are few vegetarian dishes.

There was an electric fan beside the stall, which was sultry wind. Several

plastic tables glowed with oil, and beer bottles were swaying on the ground.

The fireworks in the old district dissipated the discomfort that Yan Junxun

brought back from the scene. He pinched his chopsticks and said, "...He can't

afford Bai Jingqing, he may not even be able to raise himself, and Bai

Jingqing will not follow him. Be a lover." Yan Junxun looked at Shi Shanyan.

"Aren't you afraid of sour?"

"Don't be afraid," Shi Shanyan rolled his noodles, saying puns, "Vinegar is

the best condiment."

Yan Junxun doesn't like vinegar. He stirred his face and continued, "No matter

what Bai Jingqing means to the murderer, they have communicated. "Li Xing" has

no warning. The murderer can come and go at will. It is not difficult to know

Bai Jingqing."

Shi Shanyan said: "He has no money to spend in Lixing."

"He can work in Lixing," Yan Junxun thought of Qi Shi. "The body that is most

accessible to Bai Jingqing is the bodyguard."

However, the profession of bodyguard is not suitable for murderers, he

obviously does not have the talents in this respect. Neither can waiters.

Those occupations that need to deal with people for a long time will not work.

They will quickly expose the murderer's flaws in expression.

The light screen in the food stall is very small, and the 8-year-old son of

the owner is using it to watch children's science. But it was already early in

the morning, the boss lady took her son away, and some guests switched the

light screen to the news channel.

According to the news, Jiang Li was removed from his post, and the alert for

the stagnation zone organization will continue, and there will be a regional

blockade next week. Soon Liu Chen appeared. His disgusting face was

everywhere, and the pretentious tone was the same as that of his suit, which

was specially prepared for shooting.

"Exclusive report in the early morning," Liu Chen emphasized to the camera.

"Exclusive. The murderer is still contacting me. He has something to say. I

want to hear what he has to say because he has no fear of what he is doing.

People How could there be no fear? I am curious about him."

Someone was punching, and the sound was too noisy, almost covering the sound

of the light screen.

An elder brother next door shouted to his companions: "The sexual assault

cases that this person wrote before are pretty good, very meticulous, and

psychological analysis."

Yan Junxun broke the chopsticks.

The elder brother said passionately: "Is the media free now, what does he want

to say, can the Inspectorate still seal his mouth?" He slammed the beer glass,

"Time has changed!" "

Shi Shan looked back and saw Liu Chen answering the phone.

This guy is always answering the phone, his news is made by the phone, and

there is no need to investigate other than that. This is his only way of

verifying.

But it was amazing. Even when the surroundings were very noisy, Shi Shanyan

still heard the sound of paddling in the blank tones of the phone for a few

seconds. He wanted to listen again, and a sharp cry from the girl came from

the light screen.

This sound is too loud, not only pierced Liu Chen's studio, but also pierced

the food stalls, let everyone watch the past.

The murderer didn't speak, only the victim's screams.

Yan Junxun felt a slight pain like an electric shock. He read the meaning of

the murderer in that long scream.

The murderer was demonstrating to the side teacher. This is his booty, he is

showing off to the world!

But Yan Junxun did not stop, he understood that sitting here and shouting

"stop" is useless. He wanted to hear who the voice was, Hu Xin who had been

killed or Yi Fei who was being hijacked.

The phone hung up.

Yan Junxun stood up suddenly and approached the light screen in the sound of

hunting.

"Replay it again."

Yan Junxun meditated silently, pulling the progress bar of the video back. The

phone was connected again, blank for five seconds, and screaming began.

There was no resistance, only screaming.

What the ** are you doing? Intimidate the victim?

Yan Junxun continued to pull back the progress bar and stood there listening

to it repeatedly until the people at the booth began to complain.

"What are you doing?" The brother next door looked up. "Are you sick?"

be quiet.

Yan Junxun focused on the scream, a moth's fluttering sound became the

background music of the scream. The sound was so small that Yan Junxun wanted

to post it on the light screen.

The drunken man began to drop the bottle, and several people watched Yan

Junxun stand up.

The sound of the broken wine bottle hindered Yan Junxun. He whispered "Fuck"

and pulled the progress bar back.

Seeing that there was trouble, the store manager quickly wiped his hands on

the apron and shouted to Yan Jun: "Guest be quiet, lower the volume!"

Yan Junxun felt that the answer was close, the fluttering sound was familiar,

and it seemed that he had heard it not long ago. He tried to shield the left

and right, trying to catch the flash of light.

Shi Shanyan blocked Yan Junxun and said concisely: "Checkout."

He said that he glanced at the drunkard outside without expression.

Yan Junxun heard the fluttering sound again in the store manager's "good"

response. At the first second, he thought that he would listen to the sequelae

of the video repeatedly, but the next moment he reacted.

"Electric fan," Shi Shanyan grabbed Yan Junxun's wrist and prevented him from

looking elsewhere. "You keep listening."

The sound of fluttering accelerated, gradually becoming the sound of paddling.

It is an electric fan!

This coincides with the geographic analysis of the murderer who lived in the

old business district.

"He still lives here," Yan Junxun said quickly, "just within this range."

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Yan Junxun draws lines on the paper, and he backs down the residences of all

the victims in the case. When they appear in the same picture, the murderer's

range of activity becomes very narrow.

The second middle school in the parking area is very close to the new

district, but Yi Fei's home is close to the old business district, in the

neighborhood of Lixing Building.

"There is not much air conditioning here," Yan Junxun pointed to the darker Hu

Xin's house in the dark, "especially this kind of elderly community."

Elderly people save money by living alone, even if they have air conditioners

at home, they still use electric fans most of the time.

The murderer left no personal traces at all crime scenes, he did it very

carefully in this respect, so Yan Junxun believes that if it is an ordinary

electric fan that needs to be carried, the murderer will not let its voice

appear in the background Here, only the sound that has been integrated into

his life and made him undetectable can be kept out of the camera.

"There is a very old fan that is easy to disassemble and is usually installed

outside the window. There is also a very old fan that is suspended and

basically installed on the ceiling," Yan Junxun looked up at their empty

ceiling. The style is very good."

But the murderer is irrelevant.

"If it's outside the window," Yan Junxun crumpled the paper. "He opened the

window, but no one heard the victim screaming."

Shi Shanyan blows away the dust from his seat and says, "It is not excluded

that his neighbors are all deaf."

The neighbor of Hu Xin's family is the old empty nest. His ears are not very

good and he has been unable to hear others' speeches. The elderly community

she lives in is not an exception. This community is too common in the old

business district. Countless people lost their jobs in the Civil War. Everyone

wanted to run to the light rail area during the post-war reconstruction

period.

"He doesn't have much money to buy a new house, there is a good chance that he

still lives in the original home," Yan Junxun said, "we have to go to those

communities to see."

"Good brother," Shi Shanyan looked at Yan Junxun, "you can sleep."

Yan Junxun was silent and said, "It's weird to call "Mom" in his diary."

"The growing environment is very important," Shi Shanyan raised his head

slightly, moving his neck, "--for this kind of person."

He cunningly stripped himself out of it, no longer mentioning his growing

environment.

When Yan Junxun buried himself in the blanket, there was still a scream in his

ears. He opened his eyes and did not help sleep, so he could turn to dawn. The

picture in his head is like a serial, and the victim's home is bloody.

Shi Shanyan's arm rested on the back of the chair, and he asked, "Shall I tell

you a bedtime story?"

Yan Junxun turned over so that he looked like he was asleep.

"There used to be a bear," Shi Shanyan said to himself, "He hit the tree..."

"District No. 156 in the stagnation zone 36809," Yan Junxun's voice was very

low, "You tell his story."

Shi Shanyan made a round in the animal where the little bear and little rabbit

could do everything, but heard his number. He rubbed his fingers gently on the

back of the chair, a little surprised.

Only one point.