Yang Yu was investigated again, and the service station to which she belonged submitted information about the recipients to the Inspectorate, and everyone had to wait for the Inspectorate's information to interrogate at the service station. +++Mobile reading visit m.lightnovelpub.net 21ggd21 Gegedang Yang Yu was in a hurry to go home to cook, but he failed to negotiate with the inspectorate staff. Seeing that it was getting dark, he could only call his son at the service station’s public guide. phone.

Yang Yu dialed several times, but no one answered him at home. She raised her eyebrows anxiously, and with the idea of ​​trying, she called Chen Xiulian again.

"Xiao Chen!" Yang Yu waited for the other side to connect, and said anxiously, "I bought vegetables at the entrance of our industrial park in the morning, and asked him to send me to the cafeteria. You see it will be inconvenient for you to get off work later. Bring me home? Tell my daughter-in-law, the inspectorate is checking the information at our service station!"

Chen Xiulian's transducer was badly damaged, and the sound of electric current could be heard during the call. She didn't answer for a long while, Yang Yu thought she hadn't heard it, and was about to say it again, when she heard Chen Xiulian's answer: "Okay, I'll be over from get off work."

"Xin, thank you!" Yang Yu brushed his sweat-drenched hair.

Chen Xiulian heard the sound of conversation near Yang Yu through the sound of electricity. The people from the Inspectorate were in the business office, and the rescue objects at the service station were all 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 cars came and went. She asked: "Is the Inspectorate investigating the murder case?"

"It's not the homicide we saw a few days ago," Yang Yu was afraid when she mentioned the homicide. She covered her mouth and whispered, "There is a person in the Puli community. Clean up on time and tell the Inspectorate. Puli The cleaning business of the community is cooperating with our service station, and the Inspectorate came to investigate."

Chen Xiulian blocked the driveway, and a car next to her began to honk its horn. She started the car and continued as she turned the steering wheel: "What are you asking?"

"Now that the technology is so advanced, I heard the people who entered in front say that as long as you go to the table and submit your ID number, the system will automatically search and identify the information." Yang Yu read the newly learned words, and looked at it again. The Eye Office said quietly, "What should I do with Xiao Chen, I'm so afraid that they will find my son and his wife, and both of them have not obtained the residence permits! If this is discovered, will you go to jail? ?"

"Don't be afraid," Chen Xiulian stopped the car in the corner and turned off the fire. "These things are not so magical..."

She was not so sure, and even wanted to call Yang Yu to run.

But Chen Xiulian thought of time. She hadn't entered the Puli community when Li Jianhua was missing—there is no record of her. She also went to other communities to work on behalf of Yang Yu. She was not on the punctual cleaning worksheet. It would be useless for the Inspectorate to detain Yang Yu and check it thousands of times.

These things are not so magical.

Chen Xiulian held the steering wheel and thought. He Zhiguo has also scolded these systems. They are just a bunch of data codes and can't do much technical analysis.

If the system has human rights, then this is the era of dictatorship.

Liu Chen said this in the chat room. He resisted the popularization of the system, and resisted accepting the system's entry of personal information. Chen Xiulian did not record personal information. He Zhiguo refused to record her personal information at first, for fear that she would go to the police after she had the id number. Her current truck, house, and id transmitter are all He Zhiguo's information. Even the salary account she left in the steel mill was used by He Zhiguo. She is an unidentified and transparent person in the parking area.

"They are investigating the case, you are not related to the case," Chen Xiulian said, seeing the clouds in the sky soaked in ink and the rain that squeezed out was dirty, she said, "They have no time to investigate those, what do you have? Just answer something. Is your son at home? I'm going to deliver food."

***

Yan Junxun turned off the light and pulled the curtains to death. He was lying on the (bed chuang), closing his eyes and wanting to sleep (sleep Shui). The sound in his ear is similar to the sound of sinking into the deep sea. He needs to rely on this sound (sleeping Shui), just like Huo Qingjun needs the sound of rain.

Yan Junxun likes to stay in a closed, pitch-black world without other noises, so that he can think more quickly. With the small blackboard resting in his head, Yan Junxun swept it to the corner. He tried his best to relax his body and even raised the quilt.

But when people close their eyes, there are other images in their minds, they can't stop them.

Yan Junxun couldn't see anything from Liu Xincheng's window. His eyes were always blocked by those photos, which made him very uncomfortable. He was unwilling to continue, trying to change the picture of Liu Xincheng's room, but Liu Xincheng's face immediately came to his eyes without warning.

Liu Xincheng has a moving picture of information input. He turns his body and looks at the system camera blankly.

(Fuck cao).

The graffiti in Liu Xincheng's corridor kept zooming in, and the red-painted **** cao covered Liu Xincheng's face. He stared at Yan Junxun, just like staring at the murderer.

Yan Junxun became irritable. He turned over and buried himself in the soft quilt.

Dont look at me.

Yan Jun thought.

It's not my **** (gan gan).

Liu Xincheng freezes in the frame, like an example photo made in ppt, and slides over without emotion. Li Jianhua did not appear immediately, and Yan Junxun thought of his fish tank at home. The fish tank flashed and disappeared, and Yan Junxun clearly remembered the patterns on the fish tank, including the rhythm of Shanyan's beating the fish tank at that time.

Those fish flicked their big bright red tails and swam in the glass. The lights flashed 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 those (肉rou) pieces. She had to pick them up in several basins. When the water was poured, the (肉rou) pieces were like fish, and the wounds moved. ) Is bright red on the water.

Li Jianhua died last month, but Yu is still alive this month.

Yan Junxun didn't want to listen, but he still heard the "swish" written on the small blackboard.

The murderer remembered these fishes, and she returned to Guo Li Jianhua's house more than once. What is the most recent day? She couldn't go on weekends, it was too conspicuous, there were still people living next door to Li Jianhua. She had to pick a time when no one was paying attention. She didn't need to drive. She knew that she would need to enter the underground garage again to drive. The id number in her hand could not be used twice. That was too obvious. She had to think of other ways.

Yan Junxun thought of the fish tank, and also thought of him and Shi Shanyan walking out of Li Jianhua's house.

Shi Shanyan stood in the elevator and waved at the couple next door. Yan Junxun didn't look at them. All he could see was the mountain bike at Li Jianhua's door and the pair of very (dry-gan) old sneakers.

That's definitely not Li Jianhua's, it's someone else—perhaps the murderer's.

She drove in to take away Li Jianhua, but she understood that the car could not come in twice, because that would not only need to leave a second record in the underground parking lot, but also make the property familiar with the punctual cleaning of vehicles suspicious. Later, she rode a bicycle so that she didn't need to go through an access check to enter the Puli community.

She chose a bicycle to travel, indicating that her workplace is nearby. She can't go on weekends. She must take advantage of the break time to go to work. But she didn't dare to take the bike home. She bought it. Taking it back would scare her. She would be beaten for every penny she spent. She developed the habit of sneaking (touching Mo) (touching Mo), just as she didn't dare to watch the process of (sexual xing) invasion.

The writing on the blackboard intensively made Yan Jun's breathing a little confused, and he wanted to sit up and smoke a cigarette. If someone could see Yan Junxun's blackboard, he would be surprised to find that the drawing on it was messy. The lines on the blackboard are unorganized, like wool scratched by a cat, with no end to the end.

She has the habit of returning to the vicinity of the victim's home. She needs to rely on repeated memory to prove to herself that the victim is dead, really dead. The reason for her repeated crimes was that her pain did not stop. It was too bad. She had to observe back and forth around the victim's house like a (强qiang) complication.

Yan Junxun sat up abruptly and pulled off the earphones that were tucked into his ears. He was sweaty, but the temperature in the room was not high, he was just like that.

"Call Jiang Lian," Yan Junxun called the panda in a hoarse voice, "Ask him—"

Yan Junxun thought of this, remembering that his transmitter hadn't turned on, and that the only way to contact him was in Shi Shanyan's hands, and he personally sent Shi Shanyan out the door.

Yan Junxun opened the quilt: "Call the little orange dragon to get up!"

***

Chen Xiulian started the car and the lights came on in the dark. She is sensitive to time and has always done well in punctuality.

Yang Yu's daughter-in-law chased it out and said to Chen Xiulian by the door: "Thank you, Sister Xiulian!"

"Her daughter-in-law (fart pi) has a big stock and gave birth to a son," He Zhiguo whispered in Chen Xiulian's ear again, "you can't do it, you can only lose money."

"No thanks." Chen Xiulian looked at Yang Yu's daughter-in-law. The girl who had just given birth was very thin, with a plain face, and even the clothes draped over her shoulders were picked up by her mother-in-law.

so good.

Chen Xiulian muttered silently.

She was beaten within a few days after giving birth. Qinqin was taken home by herself. He Zhiguo wanted to send it out, but she refused. She has only one child, just like the moon in the sky, holding it in her arms, feeding her with her own (dry gan) deflated (乳Ru)\\ room. Qinqin is very good, little girls are very good, with ponytails, singing to her.

Qinqin said mother, don't cry.

"It's a good life for a dog to raise a mother. The old mother is working hard outside (gan gan). He is the second uncle at home, and there is a young and beautiful daughter-in-law to serve." He Zhiguo smacked his lips. He liked it every time he finished drinking. Smacking his lips, "My wife is so beautiful, I can't bear to beat him anyway. Who knows how his tortoise grandson got them? Maybe it's like me, cut first and play later."

He Zhiguo laughed in Chen Xiulian's ear. He had a bad voice and would become dumb if he laughed too much. He would also become dumb when he cried. Sometimes Chen Xiulian couldn't tell whether He Zhiguo was crying or laughing when he was lying in the basement.

"The **** is so far away, he must have made an appointment with netizens..."

The time has come.

Chen Xiulian was very happy, and the electronic watch went very accurately. Her oil has been filled up, and the basement has been cleaned up (dry gan). She knows where Yang Yu's son is. He likes to play games. He wants a good job. Chen Xiulian knows that she is too familiar with the ideas of these beasts.

No, Chen Xiulian corrected her mistake.

She is too familiar with the idea of ​​"He Zhiguo".

"No (guanguan) department, I'm familiar with that piece, I can get him," Chen Xiulian turned her head, looked ahead, and repeated to Yang Yu's daughter-in-law, "No thanks."