Jiang Lian went out and was stopped by Yan Junxun. He thought that Yan Junxun would talk about Shi Shanyan's affairs, and his expression was solemn when he turned his head. +++Cartino novel website lightnovelpub.net As a result, Yan Junxun just looked at him and threw the car key he had dropped.

"Number..." Jiang Lian caught the car key and tried to change his name, "Shi Shanyan may need..."

"You tell Fu Chenghui," Yan Junxun's face was exposed (exposed) in the sun, showing an unhumanly fair complexion, he said seriously, "only this time."

Jiang Lian made an "understanding" gesture and lowered his voice: "Do you know why he didn't run last night? Fu Yun told me before he left that Black Panther had implanted an information positioning chip in his body."

"Oh," Yan Junxun felt that the ice water he had just drunk was useless, "Fu Chenghui sells chips."

"I won't unlock him for the time being," Jiang Lian walked around to the car and shouted to Yan Jun, "Call the translator if you have something to do."

Yan Junxun nodded and found that Shi Shanyan was looking at him through the glass. He doesn't like being stared at, and being stared at always makes him feel uncomfortable, especially being stared at by people like Shi Shanyan.

Jiang Lian drove the car slowly out of the narrow road, and suddenly smelled a smell of smoke. He looked in the rear mirror in horror and saw Shi Shanyan leaning on the backrest, biting on a cigarette of unknown origin.

"It's been a long time since I smoked," Toshiyama Nobubuki passed his eyes smoothly. "Do you mind?"

The smell of smoke gradually diffused in the car, flirting with Jiang Lian's nervous nerves at will. Jiang Lian retracted his gaze and said, "I understand, I like to smoke even when I get to difficult cases."

"I don't think Yan Junxun has an organization," Shi Shanyan smiled, "How do you find him to solve the case?"

Jiang Lian turned the steering wheel, hesitated for a few seconds between answering and not answering, and said, "He is great, he thinks differently from others."

"The cases where Yan Junxun assisted you are all serial (sha) cases," Shi Shanyan flicked ashes into the iron ashtray that Jiang Lian had prepared, "he is quite empathetic with perverts."

It was 13 o'clock at noon, and the heat wave was washing the car windows back and forth. Jiang Lian wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. The car on the side lane was honking its whistle, accompanied by the rhythmic minute and second sound inside the car, making Jiang Lian feel like sitting on pins and needles.

"Jun Xun has a unique sense of smell, and he can block some (gan) interference elements when handling cases." Jiang Lian made his expression look normal. "I think this is due to his sharpness and his uniqueness. Growth environment."

"A fat mother?"

"Yes," Jiang grabbed his thumb and rubbed the steering wheel. "He...was raised by the family system. Pang Da is only part of it, and there is also an'Artemis' teacher. Pang Da is responsible for taking care of Jun Xun's daily life. Artemis was in charge of tutoring his studies. Jun Xun once said that when he started thinking, he would think of the blackboard when Artemis taught him to read. That is the source of his ability to concentrate on thinking." Jiang Lian quickly He glanced at Shi Shan Yan, "According to the system classification, Pang Da is the role of father (color)."

Shi Shanyan's expression became intriguing.

"...By the way," Jiang Lian then asked nervously, "Where did your lighter come from?"

"This?" Shi Shanyan erected the lighter and threw it into the ashtray indifferently, "Fu transported it."

***

Yan Jun looked back to the house, and the panda was sitting in the kitchen serving food. Its tail squeezed out of the curtain, and two chubby legs could be seen busy. Yan Jun couldn't find the information in a hurry, he leaned over and pushed the crooked coffee table upright.

This is Toshiyama Yanzuo crooked.

Although Shi Shanyan's legs were indeed very long, Yan Junxun intuitively felt that he was deliberate. This behavior seemed to be silently announcing that he had come—he had come, he had entered the territory of Yan Junxun, and even left his own traces.

The panda came out with a tray and said to Yan Junxun, "The Southern Front War has ceased. The beef (meat rou) here is still so expensive. I have to think about the recipe for next week."

Yan Junxun ate amidst the panda's nagging voice.

"Today this Mr. Shi is really handsome and very polite. Is this Jiang Lian's new colleague? Not very similar, he looks like Jiang Lian's leader." Panda said alertly, "Mr. Yan, please. Eat potatoes too, just eating (meat rou) will cause constipation."

Yan Jun looked for a potato and stuffed it into his mouth, "Hmm" perfunctorily.

"His sense of smell is so good," Panda continued to discuss Shi Shanyan, "I can still smell that you have just drunk cow (Milk Nai)."

"People are also very smart," Yan Junxun remembered last night, "like a criminal\criminal."

The panda was amused: "You rarely praise others for being smart."

"He fooled my eyes," Yan Junxun ate two bites of rice, "I thought he wanted to run."

Shi Shanyan’s attitude towards Fu Yun was like he was about to terminate the assignment. What he said to Yan Junxun also made Yan Junxun hesitate, but he actually couldn’t run at all and didn’t want to run. From the beginning, he relied on himself. The mismatch with the information in the parking area teased everyone, and Yan Junxun didn't recall the tricks of the lighter until the light went out.

Shi Shanyan's performance from start to finish was too natural, he handed his loopholes to Yan Junxun, and then asked Yan Junxun to send it back by himself without knowing it. This hateful (fuck cao) desire to control. Yan Junxun observes him, and he is also observing Yan Junxun.

"If this is an exam," Yan Jun sighed, put the empty bowl back on the tray, and said angrily, "I must have failed."

"Don't be discouraged," the panda comforted him, "we have to look at the problem dialectically, and there will be gains in general."

"What's the gain?"

"A friend," Panda spread his paws, "A handsome friend."

"Ah," Yan Junxun became even more angry, "I'm so happy."

***

The next day the sun was very strong, and Yan Junxun parked the car at the door of the Inspectorate. Before he pulled out the key, he heard someone knocking on his car window. Yan Junxun rolled down the car window and met a pair of sunglasses.

Shi Shanyan not only changed a new shirt, but also cut his hair. If he weren't still wearing a restraint lock, everyone would regard him as an elite of the Inspectorate. He pulled down his sunglasses a little bit, unable to see whether he was happy or unhappy, and said, "You are not very punctual."

Yan Junxun turned his face and replied, "This is my working time."

When Shi Shanyan got into the car, the little orange dragon squeezed his front paws and said to him, "Welcome to Mr. Shi, do you have any requirements for the seat?"

"It's a bit narrow," Shi Shanyan adjusted his posture, "Okay, thank you."

"The system in the car will navigate for you," Little Orange Dragon asked tentatively, "Does Mr. Yan need some soothing music?"

Yan Junxun nodded and stepped on the accelerator, letting Shi Shanyan feel the speed of the car.

***

Yan Junxun parked his car in front of the telephone poles in the corner alleys of Huihe Community. When he got off the bus, he saw messy advertisements on the telephone poles and several wanted notices with his face invisible.

Shi Shanyan buckled his sunglasses on the small orange faucet, closed the car door and looked around.

This is an old town, and the buildings on all sides are like charcoal-ashed stoves, and the corners and corners are all painted off. All the residents hang their underwear on their simple small balconies. The windows of the low-rise residents are sealed with iron nets, so they can only poke the frame rods out of the iron nets to arbitrarily occupy the place where people are walking. Ventilation in this area is not good, hot weather boils the smell of sweat and sewage, and people are stewed like a stew.

Not long after getting off the car, Yan Junxun was sweating. He carried a bottle of ice water prepared in the car and walked into the community to find the building number.

"Go on the left," Shi Shan Yan tilted his head, "Building No. 4 is here."

The corridors of the old building are very dirty, and the walls have long been turned into graffiti boards. Shi Shanyan did not forget to appreciate these art when he went upstairs. Several exaggerated human bodies were drawn into bows, the woman's lines were covered with various handprints, but her face was painted with a beard like a spoof.

Victim No. 1 Liu Xincheng lived on the third floor. There were not only graffiti on the walls of this floor, but also some scribbled messages.

(强qiang)\(rape jian)!

(Dried gan) It's beautiful.

(Fuck cao)!

The word 操cao is written very large, intensively drawn in a circle, painted in bold red (color).

Liu Xincheng is 48 years old this year. He served as the senior financial section chief of Hongxing Steel Plant in the parking area ten years ago. Later, he was sentenced to four years for the intern defendant who invaded the same company and compensated the victim at that time. Seven hundred thousand. Four years later, he was released from prison and divorced his wife, and moved to Huihe Community to live alone, where he watched the night market for the Mahjong Hall in front of the community.

On the night of March 6, Liu Xincheng did not go to work at the Mahjong Hall. The boss thought he was going to drink again, but when he contacted him with the transmitter the next day, no one answered him. The first reaction of the boss was that he ran away due to rent, and he immediately contacted his friends in this area to arrest people. In the end, they didn't catch him, but he caught Liu Xincheng's (body shen) body fragment in the drain.

Yan Jun looked for the key given by Jiang Lian to open the door of Liu Xincheng's house, and the sultry heat in the room suddenly poured out. Yan Jun looked up and slapped lightly, without covering his mouth and nose.

The space inside the house is very cramped. The living room is the bedroom. Liu Xincheng used a few plastic panels as compartments, and inside was the bathroom. The windows were not open and the curtains were drawn. The room was very stuffy, but unexpectedly there was not much smell of life.

Yan Junxun peeled the seal in front of the kitchen and saw that the only dishes in the kitchen were stuffed in the cabinet without doors, and the stove had only the ash accumulated over the past three months.

Shi Shanyan didn't stop at anything, just glanced under the table, there was a trash can without a plastic bag.

Yan Junxun suddenly asked, "Did you smell anything?"

Shi Shanyan replied easily: "There is nothing but dust."

***

However, Yan Junxun felt that this room had a strong sense of violation. He left the kitchen and approached the plastic baffle. The wall behind the plastic baffle was plastered with the inside pages of yellow (color) magazines. Liu Xincheng cut off the heads of these female body pictures and pasted the rough, black-and-white heads of the victims in the newspapers of his (sexual xing) invasion. photo.

The vulgar (yanyan) pink (color) baffle has been used for a long time, the edge has been (touched Mo) turned brown (color), and the lower part is dirty.

Yan Jun took two steps back.

Liu Xincheng's habit of going to the toilet is very bad, he also likes to stand here and fly. His urine is splashed on the plastic baffle. Over time, not only will it smell bad, but it will also turn urine stains and fine spots into old dirt.

He has such a sloppy lifestyle, but the room is very (gan) clean.

Shi Shanyan stood in front of the curtains, trying to look across the gap, only to find that the windows were covered with black and white photos taken by Liu Xincheng.

"Yeah—" Shi Shanyan leaned back slightly, as if being impacted by these photos. He raised his eyebrows and said, "This is still a **** who hates the verdict."