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The sultry heat in the room covered Yan Junxun, and he noticed sweat on his back. He wanted to gasp, but he felt sick again.

The wall covering on the wall is so damp that it wrinkles, just like soaked human skin.

The bathroom window was broken long ago, and the toilet inside was dusty and dirty. Wu Qionghua lay there crying, and the murderer pulled her back by the collar and pushed her in again and again.

Yan Jun felt bitterly dry in his throat.

The murderer likes the bathroom. No, the murderer likes such a narrow space.

Are you a mouse 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, and he called this process "education." He is really distorted, maybe he doesn't know what normal education is like.

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

"This incident gave him confidence," Shi Shanyan approached Yan Junxun. "He felt happy during the process, and he also gained a sense of accomplishment from the Inspectorate."

"Performance," Yan Junxun's head resounded with the murderer's stuttering voice, "He wants to prove himself all the time."

The two victims he selected at the beginning were both relatively old, and they were in a state of being about to end their work. 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 and walked around the wooden table. "The murderer thought he was challenging."

Victim No. 1 Wu Qionghua is 43 years old, victim No. 2 Li Si is 38 years old, victim No. 3 Bai Jingqing is 24 years old, and victim No. 4 Hu Xin is only 16 years old. The victims have a single identity, either females or female students.

"He mentioned Liangpi shop again in the diary of the second crime. We can regard Liangpi shop as his'home', and he is looking for prey with this as the center." Yan Junxun remembers every word in the diary. He met Bai Jingqing, the third victim 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 a crime from 2160 to 2163. The reason may be Bai Jingqing."

The murderer has a fragile side in his diary. When he killed Wu Qionghua and Li Si, he would complain repeatedly, even calling his mother, but when he killed Bai Jingqing, he didn't have it at all, and he chose the description of "the weather is good" as the starting point.

Qi Shi's confession contained things about Bai Jingqing, but unfortunately they have been shut down together with Yan.

Shi Shanyan touched his trouser pocket, there was no smoke inside. He said, "Skip Bai Jingqing."

If Bai Jingqing really brought any change to the murderer, the change would be most obvious in Hu Xin, the fourth victim.

"I didn't see Hu Xin's diary," Yan Junxun saw the trace of the sticker on the wall. "The information Jiang Lian gave did not contain her address."

"Hu Xin is attending classes at the No. 8 Middle School in Mooring District, running to read," Shi Shanyan said at Shang Yan Junxun's gaze, without repentance, "I saw it from Yan's encrypted archive."

Limpopo stood in front of his house. He only changed the code lock for himself not long ago, and the code was difficult, which made him have to read the numbers out so as not to enter the wrong order.

"8, 890..."

are you a pig?

"572..."

so stupid! Quickly recite, recite Limpopo!

Lin Bobo became more anxious, he grasped his hair helplessly, so that he would not fall into memories. But it's useless. As long as he stands in front of his house, he will involuntarily think of his mother's censure.

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

The door opened, Limpopo felt relieved. He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and smiled contentedly.

Limpopo came in to change his shoes. His shoes are neatly arranged, which is a **** habit. Things in the house must be tidy, a little messy, his mother will become very anxious, and the result of anxiousness is to insult Limpopo.

are you a pig?

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

There are two bedrooms in the house, one is for the mother and the other is for the grandfather. Now they belong to him because both mother and grandfather are dead. But Limpopo still lives in the living room. He doesn't like the smell in the bedroom. The smell of chronically ill people has penetrated the bedroom. As long as he stands in, he will panic and sweat, as if his mother and grandfather are still alive.

"I'm going to cook," Limpopo put the bought vegetables on the chopping board, "I will wash the vegetables first, and then fry them."

His back looks very strange, because he is the only one in the living room and kitchen. He had a dim light on, and he had to report everything he did.

This is what the **** said.

Limpopo, are you a pig? Speak, speak quickly, you will become stuttered when you keep your mouth closed all day long! Tell me what are you going to do? If you dare to stammer, I'll put a needle in your mouth!

"I want to eat," Limpopo cut the vegetables, "I want to cut the vegetables..." He swallowed his saliva to cover his stutter, "Cut into shreds."

Look up Limbobo! Why are you bowing your head? Do you feel like you are inferior? Cheap bones! Are you scolding me in your heart? You little cricket...

Limpopo tried to straighten his back, and his sweat dripped on the back of his hand.

There is a small mirror on the refrigerator, and Limpopo used to peek at his mother from there. His unkempt hair is always not combed, nor is he wearing a bra. He only wears a sequined suspender skirt. He is twisted and splashed in the living room by himself. If his mouth is not clean, it seems to fall down like raindrops, which can drown Limpopo. In the star of saliva.

At this time, Limpopo looked forward to his grandpa coming out. His grandfather has a wide forehead and tiger eyes. Those tiger eyes are used to stare at the fuck. As long as grandpa comes out, his mother will go crazy. Limpopo likes his mother to go crazy, because everyone scolds him, not just him.

When the vegetables came out of the pot, oil splashed out, and Lin Bobo hurriedly put the lid on the pot. He was afraid of being splashed by oil, the pain was too much like his mother was **** his flesh.

There was crying in the bedroom. Intermittently and endlessly.

Limpopo remembered the hostage, but the cry was like the last voice of his mother. He moved a little sympathy, cleared his throat, and said honestly, "Don't cry, I'll cook and eat for you."

The little girl inside seemed to have not heard.

The No. 8 Middle School in Berthing 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 No. 8 Middle School in Berth Area. However, the students attending classes here are still the children of employees in the old factory. Because the school is close to an abandoned factory, the school walls are so high that it can be as high as the water tower in the old district, so it doesn't look like a school, like a prison or a prison.

Yan Junxun was wearing a baseball cap and was sitting at the roadside stall opposite the school gate peeling 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 side smoking, "Are you also a parent?"

Shi Shanyan moved his gaze and fell on top of Yan Junxun's head, and said naturally: "It's brother."

"Brother?" The boss pointed to Yan Junxun who was sitting on the stool, blindly polite, "No wonder, he looks so similar. Why are you here, do you sign up for your brother to take a class?"

Shi Shanyan smiled and said, "It's hard to manage a child of this age."

"It's hard to manage because it's so big," the boss clenched his arms and legs after wiping the table, and chatted with Shi Shanyan, "but it's better to have a fight than to go out and be killed."

"Right," Shi Shanyan pinched the cigarette. He had been a bit of a smoke recently. "I heard there was news from school some time ago?"

"This period is all news," the boss said. "A girl in high school was killed at home. The murderer was so arrogant. He first challenged the Inspectorate on the news, and then **** a girl from the second middle school. Qian The Inspectorate is patrolling here every day for two weeks, but there is no way, just can't catch people." He said with emotion, "I heard that the two girls are good at studying. They are the material for the entrance to Guangxi University. This murderer, for sure. It’s just being unemployed and anti-social, and screaming at the children, it’s not good."

Shi Shanyan didn't answer the call. He looked to the left from this position and said, "This taxi is quite a lot."

"As soon as the news came out, parents all came to pick up their children to and from school. There is no bus stop in this area, can you not take a taxi?" The boss pointed to the distant buildings, "The murdered first-year high school girl lives in that area. take a taxi."

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

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

Shi Shanyan asked, "How much does it cost to get there?"

"It's hard to say," the boss had the final say. "If you don't make a detour, it will cost more than 20 yuan per trip."

Shi Shanyan found that the system monitors in this area were all placed on the main road, and the system cameras near the school and the abandoned factory were smashed.

This location is very convenient. The murderer can park his car here to watch the No. 4 victim Hu Xin go to and from school. There is no school guard or parents to supervise him.

Yan Junxun did not eat eggs, nor did he eat tea eggs. He just enjoys the feeling of peeling eggs, which allows him to focus.

Sitting here, he could see the school’s former playground. There was a real locust tree there. Although the hanging bottle was hung, it was real and it was very fat.

"When the factory was first built, this was a grove of locust trees." Shi Shanyan leaned down from behind and picked up the tea eggs from Yan Junxun. "Children don't waste food."

"This school is not safe at all," Yan Junxun stared at the school wall. "Children who come out can be picked up by strangers."

"Because it is a middle school," Shi Shanyan tasted the tea eggs. "Everyone basically walks in groups after school."

"There are always exceptions," Yan Jun lowered his eyelids, "schools should take precautions before they happen."

Shi Shanyan finished a few bites of tea and eggs, and kept looking at Yan Junxun.

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