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Yang Yu was investigated again. The service station to which she belonged submitted information about the rescued object to the Inspectorate. Everyone had to wait at the service station for the Inspectorate's information. Yang Yu was anxious to go home to cook, but failed to negotiate with the inspectors. Seeing that it was getting dark, he could only call his son at the public guide at the service station.
Yang Yu dialed several times, but no one answered. She raised her eyebrows anxiously, and with the idea of trying, she called Chen Xiulian.
"Xiao Chen!" Yang Yu said anxiously as soon as the other person was connected, "I bought vegetables at the entrance of our industrial park in the morning, and asked him to send it 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 electric currents could be heard during a call. She didn't answer for a 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."
"Hey, thank you!" Yang Yu brushed his sweaty 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 from the service station were all called in the lobby, and they were whispering 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 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. Please clean up on time and tell the Inspectorate. The cleaning business is cooperating with our service station, and the Inspectorate came to investigate."
Chen Xiulian blocked the driveway, and a car next to her started to honking. 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 in front say that as long as you stop by the table and submit your ID number, the system will automatically search for and identify information." Yang Yu read the newly learned words, and looked at it again. The Eye Office said quietly, "What to do with Little 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 had never 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 for thousands of times.
These things are not so divine.
Chen Xiulian held the steering wheel and thought, He Zhiguo has also scolded these systems, they are just a bunch of data coding, can not 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 has never recorded 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 have nothing to do with the case," Chen Xiulian said, seeing the clouds in the sky soaked in ink and the rain that squeezed out was dirty. Is my son at home? I'm going to deliver food."
Yan Junxun turned off the light and pulled the curtains to death. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep. The sound in his ear is similar to the sound of sinking into the deep sea. He needs to sleep with this sound, just like Huo Qingjun needs the sound of rain.
Yan Junxun likes to stay in a closed, dark world with no 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 and tried 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 turned his body and looked at the system camera blankly.
Fuck.
The graffiti in Liu Xincheng's corridor kept zooming in, and the red-painted "fuck" 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 Junxun thought.
I didn't do this fucking.
Liu Xincheng freezes in the frame, like an example photo made in ppt, and slides over without emotion. Li Jianhua did not appear immediately, Yan Junxun thought of his fish tank at home. The fish tank flashed and disappeared. Yan Junxun clearly remembered the patterns on the fish tank, including the rhythm of Shi Shanyan's tapping the fish tank.
Those fish flicked their big bright red tails, swimming 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 the pieces of meat. She had to pick them up in several basins. When the water was poured, the pieces of meat were like fish, the wounds moved, and they were 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 to the couple next door. Yan Junxun didn't look at them. He only saw the mountain bike at the door of Li Jianhua and the pair of cleanly washed 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 and must take advantage of the break time to go to work. But she didn't dare to take the bicycle 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, just as she did not dare to watch the sexual assault process.
The writing on the blackboard intensively made Yan Jun's breath 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 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. That was too bad. She had to observe back and forth around the victim's house like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
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, and he was—that was how it would be.
"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 been turned on, and that the only contact way 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 has a big butt and has a son," He Zhiguo whispered in Chen Xiulian's ear again, "you can't, 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 read 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 shriveled breasts. 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. He is the second uncle at home and a young and beautiful daughter-in-law." He Zhiguo smacked his lips. He liked to smack his lips every time he finished drinking. My wife is so beautiful that I can’t bear to fight for me. Who knows how his grandson got someone else’s hands? Maybe it’s like me, cut first and then play."
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 lying in the basement.
"The dike is very far away, he must have made an appointment with netizens..."
The time is "click".
Chen Xiulian was very happy, and the electronic watch went very accurately. Her oil is full, and the basement is cleaned up. 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 animals.
No, Chen Xiulian corrected her mistake.
She is too familiar with the idea of "He Zhiguo".
"It's okay, I'm familiar with that piece, so I can get him," Chen Xiulian turned her head, looked ahead, and repeated to Yang Yu's daughter-in-law, "No thanks."