The answer to Su Heting was the busy tone, and he called again and said, "Well, that doesn't seem to be there. www.sto123.cc or do you have any brothers?"

The answer to Su Heting was the busy tone. He persevered, called again, and quickly said at the moment when the opposite was connected: "Okay, he is a neurotic that has nothing to do with you. He is sick, although his brain is pretty good. Can you tell me in detail what game you are going to play? I am curious if I don't participate."

Yan Junxun ignored him. Instead, he looked back at the scrapped private car. The stuffed toy with the tilted head was still sitting in it, as if it had been abandoned in this thicket of steel. An innocent person is involved in a game of neurosis and becomes a pile of blood (flesh rou) in the pocket of (fuck cao) indulgent.

The other party wanted to tell Yan Junxun that the game had to be played like this.

This kind of lunatic made Yan Junxun feel familiar, and the subtle familiarity made him look in a mirror. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he felt like he had met this lunatic. Yan Junxun didn't believe every word the madman said.

This person is deliberately provoking, he wants to provoke Yan Junxun. His train of thought—Yan Junxun was standing in the shards of glass on the floor, thinking that the train of thought of this madman also ran quickly. Su Heting's intuition is correct. This person understands the system, and he understands Yan Junxun's calculation method. However, he couldn't wait too much. Whether it was the clown or this recording, he couldn't wait to write his understanding of Yan Junxun on his face.

I know how to do it and you will get angry, hurry up and get angry. Furious, hysterical! Pick up your steel rod again as expected, and smash the trust in yourself. Going into madness before destruction is more interesting than direct death.

Yan Junxun tucked the steel rod back under the seat. He liked to put things in the place where they were played back, which was not bad. He sat back in the car, turned on the air conditioner, and motioned to Shi Shanyan to get into the car with his eyes.

"My eldest brother is calling me." Shishanyan gave up the idea of ​​drawing one. Because of the restraint lock, he could only put one hand in his pocket. He lowered his head and kicked away the glass shards by his feet, and smiled at Su Heting: "You see how great he is. The control of his emotions is first-rate. It is like the data entered in advance. It should be a burst here, and he will burst out. Once the eruption was over, it was calm again." When he raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly, but he didn't avoid it, just squinted a little, "He is 10,000 times more cute than your bluff...but I hope he treats me more Be angry instead of wasting your emotions on a sewer rat."

"I guess he didn't notice you at all. You are an alarm in his eyes, and he will see the red light warning at any time." Su Heting and Shi Shanyan are not a pervert, but he knows Shi Shan very well. Yan's interest, "I even suspect that Fu Chenghui was deliberate. He uses Yan Junxun to attract you, so that you can settle down and stop standing on the top like a lion."

"Then I'm very satisfied," Shi Shanyan's voice gradually sank, "If no one (gan gan) bothers."

***

The tips of Yan Junxun's hair were a little bit sweaty, which made his eyes brighter when he looked at Shi Shanyan. The whole person is like white cherries that have just been soaked in cold water, with thin skins and radiant skin, and a pinch can leave marks. His body is a little squeamish, and he is not able to withstand hot and cold attacks. A little bit of sunlight will make him sweat.

Yan Junxun's (body shen) body is more candid than Yan Junxun. It was pitiful in Shi Shanyan's eyes, carrying a ball-like soul, and it was about to be crushed.

Shi Shanyan hung up Su Heting's phone from outside the car. He sat in and asked while wearing his seat belt, "Where do I go next?"

Yan Junxun didn't answer right away. He turned his head and looked ahead. After a while, he said, "I want a transmitter."

Shi Shan postponed it, but did not let go when Yan Jun looked for it. Shi Shanyan's fingertips were almost touching those of Yan Junxun, but it wasn't his fault, he was just handing things out casually.

Yan Junxun's fingers didn't flinch, which made Shi Shanyan feel good, but he had to hold down his tight arms so as not to hold Yan Junxun's wrist in the next second.

"Sorry," Shi Shanyan looked at Yan Junxun, his fingers loosened slightly, "Are you going to talk to Jiang Lian?"

"Jiang Lian knows the details of the case." Yan Junxun took the transmitter, and the temperature of Shi Shanyan still remained on it. This made Yan Junxun a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

This lunatic, Yan Junxun planned to call him just that. This madman used Huo Qingjun as his opening remark. He wanted to tell Yan Junxun that he had the ability to play black and white. He appointed the victim and the murderer, just like playing a marionette, disrupting the lives of others without guilt. Yan Junxun finally understood the sense of violation that always existed in this case. It made the murderer so obvious so that Yan Junxun could "see" clearly.

"Let me think about it," Yan Junxun tossed the transmitter to his hand and looked at Shi Shanyan, "Let me think about what you said by my side. You understand his motives and discovered this case very early on. There is also the participation of lunatics," he stared at Shi Shanyan, biting heavily on the words, "right."

"Then you have to think about it," Shi Shanyan picked up the water bottle by the side and asked naturally, "Can I drink it?"

How purely he asked, as if he was a civilized and polite older brother.

"Don't ask me," Yan Junxun peeled off his disguise. "You didn't plan to put it back as it is."

Shi Shanyan unscrewed the bottle cap and brushed Yan Junxun's lips with his gaze the second before drinking. It was only one second, but it was enough. He said happily: "You really know me."

Shi Shanyan's Adam's apple slid under Yan Junxun's gaze, and the swallowing sound was not loud, but Yan Junxun heard it very clearly. He didn't think too much on purpose, it's just that the voice stuck to his ear, it felt like—

Shi Shanyan's voice is very (sexual).

"I like the news, I like being targeted," Yan Junxun looked away. Even though he didn't have any expressions, he was still a little hurried. "You were talking about a lunatic at the time."

"No," Shishanyan held the water bottle and thought for a while, "When I use ‘I’ as the subject, I’m just confessing myself. Do you really think he likes the news?"

The truck at the end of the tunnel began to move, and the sound of the whistle gradually approached. Yan Junxun had to lie down, buried his face between his arms, against the steering wheel.

Be quiet.

Yan Junxun thought, lunatics don't like news. Yes, he doesn't like it. He likes (fuck cao) more so far, standing behind the scenes makes him feel more fulfilled.

"A woman who has experienced (sexual xing) (violence) strength and mental (violence) strength for a long time," Shi Shanyan's voice was slow, walking along the auricle of Yan Junxun, her words are a bit gentle. "She needs extraordinary courage to resist. Who guided her to do such a thing? You like to ponder those details, so why don't you think about the murderer in a way you are good at?"

"The madman designed the murder case," Yan Junxun knew very well. "He prompted the murderer to act."

"Of course, this lunatic, um—" Shi Shanyan frowned slightly, as if he was very upset by mentioning the other person. "This mouse likes to run around on the Internet, and his abilities are there."

"He wants to guide the murderer, it takes time," Yan Junxun turned his face to the side, regardless of whether his face was red on the steering wheel, and said to Shi Shanyan, "He has to make the murderer abnormal first."

The murderer's abnormality runs through the entire case.

"Make an assumption, if the murderer (kill sha) (violent bao) force her husband..."

"Here, when there are only two of us," Toshiyama Yan added, "You don't need to make assumptions. Don't let Artemis and Jiang Lian influence you, you are a genius."

The confusing information in Yan Junxun's head calmed down, and he seemed to be sitting on a piece of debris playing a puzzle. He picked these fragments and tried to see more clearly.

The murderer (kill sha) (violent bao) force her husband.

She had been beaten so many times, maybe she had escaped, but she was dragged back by her hair. She suffered from this for a long time, and it started long before the war. Did Yan Jun look for (gan gan) before the war? He forgot, that is not important, his memory is not worth mentioning. In short, the murderer endured for a long time, and her only way was to endure, because no one gave her a second way.

"She's not..." Jun Jun couldn't find suitable words to describe the murderer. "She is full of pity for things that are weaker than herself. This is the only dignity left for her, and she is very good to her children."

So she insisted on returning to Li Jianhua's home to feed the goldfish, she was afraid they would starve to death.

"But the child is gone," Yan Junxun's eyes gradually condensed, "She was greatly stimulated."

Her husband was neither a good husband nor a good father. See what she is doing? She put the guilt for the child into Li Jianhua's system, where she played the role of the parents (color) vigorously.

"The child is an opportunity. They must have had a quarrel about this (fa)." Yan Junxun wanted to smoke again. He didn't want to think about the scenes by himself. "Then she (killed sha) dropped her husband. This is the beginning."

Yes, this is the beginning. This is the beginning of the murderer, but also the beginning of the madman.

The madman doesn't care about the miserable lives of these people. He chooses carefully here, puts these people around their necks like rag dolls, and then sticks them to his works. But the pain of the murderer should end after (killing sha) and losing her husband. The lunatic must let this pain continue. His game has just begun.

What the **** (gan) this scum?

"He wants to give the murderer some hints," Shi Shanyan nodded his head in the air, "Let the murderer find out that he is abnormal. This method is very similar to our usual surveillance techniques. If you don't want to be discovered by the task target, give it He gave the signal and made him fall into self-doubt. When he couldn't find anything, he would start to think that he had a problem."

"He continued (stabbing ci) to arouse the murderer," Yan Junxun saw the conductor set aside, "using the safest method."

***

Chen Xiulian can't remember when He Zhiguo appeared. She is indeed a bit forgetful. Anyway, He Zhiguo's voice is always there, sometimes like a mosquito, sometimes like a car whistling. She (kill sha) dropped He Zhiguo a long time ago, and He Zhiguo was lying on the (bed chuang).

Oh. Chen Xiulian remembered. He Zhiguo was paralyzed at the time.

The bitch's beast was paralyzed.

Is my daughter going to end class?

Chen Xiulian asked when he was serving He Zhiguo, he looked like he had seen a ghost. Chen Xiulian was very depressed, she just wanted to pick up Qinqin from class. She feeds He Zhiguo, and He Zhiguo scolds her as a lunatic.

I am not crazy.

Chen Xiulian looked at He Zhiguo in the black and white photo, and repeated softly: "I'm not crazy. I understand what I am (gan), but you don't understand. You don't understand anything."

Yes, how do the beasts understand? There are all signs of attack in his mind.

People are really strange, and Chen Xiulian is always confused. Why is it that everyone walks on two legs, but there is always something out of the ordinary? They don't seem to belong to this (group qun body, relying on (violence) to survive, and they are full of motivation to tear and destroy lives.

Can't you **** see that it's already **** there?

"□□..." He Zhiguo scolded again in Chen Xiulian's ear.

You can't see.

Chen Xiulian held up the photo and tore it a little bit to see He Zhiguo's face split. She left the eyes on He Zhiguo's photo and pasted it on the basement wall.

You take a good look.

Chen Xiulian turned on the light and was in a good mood.

"That's how you died."