Chapter 10: The sound of rain

Huo Qingjun's room had poor lighting, and the only small window was hidden by rag-like curtains. +++ The camp bed from the second-hand market of Catino novel EbookFREE.me squatted against the scaled wall, like a malnourished prisoner, covered with damp and moldy sheets. The furnishings in the room were messy, and the books lying on the floor under the plastic table were basically related to criminal law and mathematics.
"Someone made a special trip to pay homage to him," Shi Shanyan's toe avoided the petals at the door, "it is still a lily."
Yan Junxun was caught by the wall behind the plastic table, which was covered with drafts, all math problems done by Huo Qingjun. Yan Junxun walked a few steps closer, didn't touch these drafts, turned his head slightly, and saw those scribbled or neat handwritings among the densely packed math problems—
I was wronged.
This is Huo Qingjun's only comment on the draft, regardless of the size of the handwriting, he writes very hard. The pen nib pierced the draft paper, and the ink stains blacked the math problem, and he proved himself like crazy.
"Welcome—" There was a mechanical sound from the marching army (bed chuang). After only two words, I fell into the murmur of "Zila". A few seconds later, he said, "You are back."
Shi Shanyan saw an obsolete little robot next to Huo Qingjun's pillow, with a hat on its oval head, nestled in a quilt, and repeated, "You are back."
"The little toy that was eliminated a hundred years ago." Shi Shanyan looked at the little robot for a while and asked, "Do you live here?"
The electronic eyes of the little robot goggles flashed faintly, following the answer of the system design: "Yes, I live here, this is my home."
"It's pretty cool," Shishan paused. "Where is your dad?"
"I don't have a dad." The little robot couldn't understand the human tone change, and it said to itself, "Teacher, you are welcome home."
This kind of robot first appeared to teach children to speak. They can do the simplest information recognition and can communicate with children a little bit. Later, they were replaced by intelligent systems. They have been used as antique collections in developed areas such as Light Rail and Guangtong. . They are small and only a little smarter than ordinary dogs.
The little guy is well taken care of by Huo Qingjun, except for the old, his limbs are clean. It can't tell who is Huo Qingjun, and simply treats the people in this room as Huo Qingjun. It has no offensive (sexual xing) or vigilance (sexual xing), and it only relies on its own outdated data analysis to chat with people.
While Shi Shanyan was talking to the robot, the sound of the man next door playing the game was heard clearly. Yan Junxun was surrounded by two voices, and the small window that was too high made him feel uncomfortable.
The murderer has never been here.
Yan Junxun found no trace of her here, here are all traces of Huo Qingjun.
The window has never been opened, it should have been sealed. Huo Qingjun's unclosed pen was still on the table, and the suppressed textbook was in its original form. There are no other people's footprints on the pile of books that collapsed beside Yan Jun's leg, only Huo Qingjun's.
Why doesn't she come in?
She couldn't find a reason.
Do not.
Yan Junxun thought, if she wanted to come, there must be a way. She is obsessed with the goal, and she is also obsessed with the goal's living conditions. She patrols like a queen, this is all her territory. But she had never been to Huo Qingjun's house, she didn't know where Huo Qingjun's home was, she just didn't want to come.
"What song can you sing?" Shi Shanyan talked to the little robot here.
"I don't know how to sing," the little robot said. It dullly raised its arm and pressed one of its ears. "If you want to listen to music, I can let you listen to it."
Shi Shan Yan held the venue and said, "Let me listen."
The little robot stood still. Five seconds later, Shi Shanyan and Yan Junxun heard the sound of rain. The sound of rain was damp and dense, soaking his ears, making Yan Jun search for the skin under his t-shirt to call the police. He really couldn't adapt to this humid environment. But the sound of rain is long-lasting. It hits the water and covers the stream, like a dense forest breathing. This is the sound of sleep aid.
The little robot will only choose the music with the most loops to play, which shows that Huo Qingjun often needs to sleep in the sound of rain (sleeping Shui). He seemed to want to soak his body until it became moldy in this dark and damp room. He lingered in this remote and dilapidated crevice, life had no fire, no sun, only rain.
"Turn it off." Yan Junxun suddenly looked back.
He felt very bad, he was sticky, as if already lying on this march (chuang). When he was speaking, he saw the quilt on the little robot, which was built on the day when Huo Qingjun disappeared.
Huo Qingjun covered it with a quilt, maybe (touching Mo) its head, and then went out with his unbound draft paper.
"Goodbye teacher."
The little robot waved to him as usual.
Goodbye teacher.
Huo Qingjun walked out in the sound of rain, then turned into a corpse and soaked in the drain. Yan Junxun clearly remembered all the details in the information, as Shi Shanyan said, the murderer took off Huo Qingjun's clothes (take off tuo), and she didn't know how to divide the body. She pushed Huo Qingjun to the place where the first two people were executed, and habitually pressed his body. She also wore rubber gloves for cleaning up.
But the blunt tool was not cut smoothly, and the (meat rou) pieces were handled badly.
It shouldn't be like this, Yan Junxun thought quickly.
This was her third victim. She already knew where to start, but treated Huo Qingjun's body the worst.
Huo Qingjun might be alive at the time, he was not dead, he was struggling.
Yan Junxun breathed slightly, and the rain in the room was still ringing, and he felt the blood splashing on his face. Scribbled writing sounded on the blackboard in his head, and the sound of the game of the man next door crashed into Yan Junxun's thinking like a locust. Yan Junxun kept switching between the blackboard and the imaginary picture, as if he was squatting on a construction site watching a black and white movie, his entire mind was filled with information.
It's so noisy!
Yan Junxun wanted to lift the collar of the man next door, slam his head on the table, and turn off his game.
Don't bother me, don't bother me!
Yan Junxun muttered silently, with a hint of gritted teeth.
The time was just set to six o'clock, and the rumbling of the light rail transport rolled over like mountains and seas, and the entire area was trembling under the pressure of heavy transport vehicles. The pile of books under the plastic table collapsed completely, and the sound of light iron crossing the border swallowed up all the noise like a huge wave.
The murderer killed Huo Qingjun on the stage where the body was divided.
It's too easy, she must have used something. She won't fight them, she has a way to prevent them from fighting back.
The pen cap on the plastic table was shaken open, and the tip of the pen was knocked on the thick manuscript paper, and the ink was like spreading black blood.
Huo Qingjun's blood dripped all over the table, but the murderer didn't care. Of course she didn't care, it was the same every time the body was divided. She is just unhappy, she has never encountered resistance in the crime of being a "man" (Fan). This is the first time that she wants to give Huo Qingjun a little bit of face (color).
Only Huo Qingjun's body was bitten by a dog.

Chen Xiulian carefully distinguished the fly in the corner. She didn't want to kill the innocent, so she gently pulled off the fly's wings and removed it from the grinding (bed chuang).
The fly fell to the ground stiffly and died early.
"There is too little rain this month," Yang Yu (takes off tuo) dropped the rubber gloves on his hands and fanned with her hands. "You can't get out of the house because of the sun. My son is pampered with that virtue, and he shouts about the heat every day. I haven't gone out to work this month."
Chen Xiulian sat upright, looked at the coke truck outside the glass into the garden, and said, "Don't worry about him, let him earn money to eat."
Yang Yu wiped the sweat from the sideburns with the back of her hand. She broke her hand this morning while she was working (gan gan). She didn't have time to deal with it, and the blood had condensed into strips. She was so tired that she straightened up, and sighed: "I don't care about him, who cares about him? Having a child is like a debt. Staying at home is nothing (gan), my wife and children have to be supported by me." She watched Xiang Chen Xiulian, "I'm so old, I'm going to (gan) immobile soon."
Chen Xiulian looked at the transport trucks in silence for a while, they crawled on the ground like ants. She said, "You can't support him if you do ten more jobs."
Yang Yu pours bitterness with Chen Xiulian every day. At the beginning of the year, his son ran a few coke trucks. After the summer, he stopped (gan gan) at all. He lay at home playing games all day long. He called his mother when he was hungry. He was also able to sit still in front of the game.
"My life is too bitter, my husband is a short-lived ghost, my son is a debt collector, and he is still cleaning the toilet for people in his 50s." Yang Yu said more and more aggrieved, and hurriedly wiped his eyes with his hands. The sentence is too annoying and picky. His daughter-in-law dare not speak, and will be beaten if he agrees to a few sentences."
"Didn't your daughter-in-law just give birth?"
"Oh, why would he care about this if he drank his head?" Yang Yu's crow's feet were in the corner of her eyes with some unwiped (gan) dust, and she sucked her nose. "I let his daughter-in-law follow me (sleeping Shui) at night. ."
Chen Xiulian said nothing.
After a while, Yang Yu got up and said, "I think the case in Puli district is really scary. Fortunately, we haven't worked (gan) and we don't know when people will catch it. Today, the Inspectorate went to a clean inspection on time. It’s been a long time since I found out the attendance schedule, and the work on my side hasn’t been finished. Now let’s clean up. You wait for me, let’s go together."
Chen Xiulian nodded and watched Yang Yu walk away. There were no people in the indoor rest area at dusk. At this moment, the driver had to stay outside and count the number of rounds of coke transportation with the scorer in the weighing room, and she had to pass it before eating.
Chen Xiulian clicked on her light screen, and the page stopped on Liu Chen's real-time news feed.
Liu Chen keeps track of the investigation progress of the Inspectorate. Jiang Lian didn't make a deal with him. He criticized the attitude of the Inspectorate on the homepage today, and the comments below were very excited. Chen Xiulian didn't want to look at it, she cut into Liu Chen's fan chat room, where there is a hot discussion.
Snow in May: [The case will be solved]
Ferry boat: [? ? What inside information do you have? 】
Snow in May: [The Inspectorate has an expert profiler who specializes in this case]
New media person Liu Chen: [Oh, I heard that too, but for the time being no one has revealed the name of this expert. do you know? I can pay. 】
Xue of May did not speak. He seemed to be thinking about the pros and cons. After a few minutes, he typed in: [I have a bit of origin, I don't dare to say it here. Will Liu Ji meet? I can provide it to you for free]
Liu Chen didn't answer, it should be a private chat.
Chen Xiulian never talks here, she doesn't like to chat with strangers very much, that is what her husband loves to do. She also doesn't care who the master of the Inspectorate is, she just wants to hear the applause.
"Mum," Chen Xiulian's ear heard her husband He Zhiguo's voice again, and he seemed to shout in Chen Xiulian's ear, "You are in trouble! Wait for you to be arrested!"
Chen Xiulian tightened her lips.
"Hurry up and kill all the dogs, the house is full of stinky smells, I almost burned to death!" He Zhiguo's spit and stars are about to spray on Chen Xiulian's face, "The told you to throw it in the boiler and feed the dog. !"
"Shut up," Chen Xiulian repeated with a sullen face, "You shut up!"
Her shadow was lonely on the ground.