Chapter 62: good night

Shi Shanyan's head didn't move, only lowered his gaze, watching Yan Junxun curled up on the sofa. +++Full American novel: www.sto123.cc The stagnation zone No. 156, section 36809 The story is as common as the fly in the dump. Shi Shanyan has no desire to repeat, but he also did not say to Yan Junxun "No ".
Yan Junxun numbed his arm while waiting, and his thoughts began to run endlessly. He had seen photos of the stagnation zone, where the garbage gathered into the sea, and the rotten mouse was everywhere.
Shi Shanyan finally said: "36809's life is boring. One day he was finally bored and wanted to do something else. Black Panther recruited new members in the stagnation area. He went to sign up and found that he was very talented. So he went to the base and started shooting training. After graduation, he devoted himself to the great cause of defending the league and lived a happy life since then."
The sound made by Yan Junxun's blanket, he turned around and said to Shi Shanyan: "You have told the super class, this is the story of 01ae86."
Shi Shanyan's expression remained the same: "You're going to sleep."
Yan Jun looked at him and asked, "Will you tell me 36809?"
Shi Shanyan said: "If you are curious about the customs of the stagnation area, I recommend the Alliance documentary to you."
Yan Junxun turned over again, looked at him, and did not speak again.
Shi Shanyan noticed that his heart was stabbed, and Yan Junxun’s soft tentacles had been extended, poking out unexpected ripples in his barren world. Intuition tells Shi Shanyan that the situation at the moment is very dangerous, but the consciousness is saying that it does not matter.
"...36809," Shi Shanyan's elbows propped his knees and leaned over his body. This pose brought him closer to Yan Junxun, "36809 was born in the dump, far away from your glass house."
Shi Shanyan looked at Yan Junxun's white face, a kind of greed was overflowing. However, it is wonderful that such a man with stubbornness and viciousness can be reflected in Yan Junxun's clear and clear eyes.
"36809 is responsible for cleaning the parking lot in the 156th partition. Every day is to pick up the mouse, enough to pick up a hundred to change the meal," Shi Shanyan said in a normal tone, "life is not bad."
Yan Jun sought out the messy hair and asked, "Do you want to pick it up?"
"As long as it's not too disgusting, they will all accept the order," Shi Shanyan's eyes never left Yan Junxun, "but this job later became yellow."
The accumulated garbage has not been scientifically treated, and the mouse soaked in it eats around and gradually mutates. A plague broke out in the stagnation area in 2150. Human corpses soaked in the sea of ​​rubbish instead of mice, and the optical track area began to popularize optical transmission vehicles that year.
"36809 began to confuse the street," Shi Shanyan thought of the dirty street in the stagnation area, and his tone gradually became happy, "I have made a lot of friends."
These "friends" often violate the laws of the Union. The system of the Regional Inspectorate cannot catch up with the depths of Junk Mountain. Rushing close to the fringe of the Union of the South Line often occurs. Smuggling is their first means of survival. They lived at ease in the stagnation zone, and more dreaded the local residents than the members of the Inspectorate. Their arrogance was close to the drug lords of the Southern Line Alliance next door.
Shi Shanyan was very happy with these "friends", although the other party did not think so. When Black Panther recruited new members, everyone signed up.
"36809 has a long farewell to them, and you can automatically fill the psychological distance," Shi Shanyan suggested. "Try to be as sad as possible, so that it fits the story."
In the final test, only Shi Shanyan lived to the end. He picked up the names of these people like a mouse and turned them into his own score. The remaining forces of these people hugged each other and formed the current organization in the stagnation area. Shi Shanyan often sees them on the task list after he enters the Black Panther, and he will greet them when he has nothing to do.
In 2162, Shi Shanyan was expelled from the team. Thirty percent of the posts that killed Shi Shanyan on the black ground came from the stagnation area organization. Their hatred of Shi Shanyan was not unreasonable.
"...36809 finally grew up after these things, he came to the new world," Shi Shanyan saw Yan Junxun close his eyes and heard Yan Junxun's steady breathing, "There is a glass room in the new world, Someone lives inside... 01ae86's story follows."
Yan Junxun's fingers unconsciously touched the blanket and rubbed the back of Shi Shanyan's hand. He felt the temperature of Shi Shanyan, not as terrible as the previous few times, like a soft bed woven by feathers, entangled his thoughts and let him come back from those scenes.
"...Good night." Yan Junxun drifted consciously and fell into a deep sleep.
The thick night wrapped up Shi Shanyan's few emotions, and he heard the thunder in the darkness. But when his eyes followed the sound, he found thunder came from inside his chest.
He was silent and said, "Good night."
Lin Bobo didn't know about the fan after the scream, he didn't understand the importance of that electric fan at all, that was what his mom bought back, it had been there for many years, and he would "snoring" every summer Turn.
He is now excited for his actions.
Lin Bobo walked around the mirror in the living room. He wore his grandfather's old suit and dreamed of the much-anticipated interview.
"What do you think of your behavior?"
Liu Chen will definitely ask him this question in a pretentious manner, he has already written the answer in the book.
"Very, very good," Limpopo held his hand and lifted his chin in the mirror, trying to make himself look confident. "I'm very successful. These news," he said slowly, biting the words clearly, "caused by me. Alliance. I will be remembered by history. I will definitely leave my name Limpopo in the history of crime. Those, those criminologists, will line up to study me."
Lin Bobo frowned when he answered. He found his hunchback could not be cured, and his stomach would also stand out when he forcibly straightened his body. This made him discouraged, but unable to solve it.
Lin Bobo, you have the same sloppy-looking shape as your dad. You really deserve to be your dad's kind!
Mother pouted Limpopo's head with contempt, his young body shook, and a red appeared quickly on his forehead. His lips twitched and he dared not speak.
"I want to find a body teacher," Lin Bobo said loudly, "correct my manners."
He remembered Wu Qionghua, the first prey. The woman also had a hunchback. When coughing, Ricky's body resembled dried shrimps, and he could not say anything insignificant in his eyes. But he felt that Wu Qionghua was most like his mother. After his mother became ill, he was like Wu Qionghua.
Lin Bobo thinks that all old and declining women are the same-this is what Bai Jingqing said. Bai Jingqing was stroking his forehead at that time, blowing lightly towards him, and said this sentence with a grin. That fragrance made Lin Bobo lose his way. He followed Bai Jingqing unawares and was so confused by Bai Jingqing that he didn't know the southeast and northwest.
He loves Bai Jingqing very much, and loves to marry Bai Jingqing. He thinks he can form a perfect family with Bai Jingqing, maybe they still have children.
Lin Bobo felt uncomfortable thinking of this. His chest was so tight that he didn't want to continue even with illusions. He took off his grandfather's suit and stacked it back in the closet.
Grandpa's clothes are washed by his mom, including underwear, and sometimes his mom will sleep in grandpa's bedroom.
It is convenient to take care of him.
His mother stretched her legs in the living room and lit inferior cigarettes. She didn't look at Lin Bobo, and she said repeatedly in her mouth.
Lest he be choked to death in the middle of the night. Just choked to death, this old immortal thing.
His mother squeezed her hair, revealing a bloodless face. When she was not scolding, she often sat there and smoked alone, looking at the bedroom window and listening to the voice outside. But she rarely went out, as if she was used to such a sloppy life.
Lin Bobo's world is made up of his mother, a kind of divided black and white world.
This reincarnation is a technical job.
His mother said quietly every time she finished smoking.
You are inherently cheap, you have to get into my stomach. I call you a fate, do you understand? My life is rotten, so you are rotten in the root. You can't be the best person in this life, it's someone else's prey.
She looked at Lin Bobo, her charming big eyes were hollow, like a dry old well, and there were things that made Lin Bobo scared.
Don't be like your dad who is confused by a bitch. I hate the most, they are cheaper than you.
Lin Bobo wiped his sweat with a t-shirt, meditating "be cheaper than me", returned to the living room, and turned on the TV. He sat upright, as if his mother was still watching him, even the channels were children's channels.
"I'm looking for a body teacher," Lin Bobo grabbed his t-shirt. "Find a body teacher."
Yi Fei's head was groggy, but she had been paying attention to Lin Bobo's voice. She heard Lin Bobo repeating "Teacher of Form", clenched her teeth involuntarily, and had an idea.
"Yi Fing's mother is a ballet teacher," Yan Junxun stood under the car shed in the old community, while looking at the building, while saying, "Single, starting classes and teaching in the new business district, already ready to buy a house there. The inspectorate refused to explain to her the progress of the case and she stood at the door of the inspectorate."
Shi Shanyan looked up at the building and said, "Is Yi Fei also going to school?"
"She has a mother to pick up," Yan Junxun mentioned that her mothers are all "mothers", "but we were in Lixing that night when she disappeared. The area was cut off and her mother was stuck halfway for a few hours, waiting for the school Shi Yifei is gone."
Today's parking area is very hot, the sun is shining on the ground, and few people are going out at this time. Quietly in the community, only the sound of the fans rotating. These communities are fans, and it is difficult to find the murderer's residence alone.
Shi Shanyan raised his hand to block the sun and looked around.
But the murderer did not dare to move the girl near the house, he was squatting every time. This flinching mentality largely exposed his scope. He did not live near several victims, he lived in a position where he could naturally reach them.
It was like a circle, he regarded himself as the center of the circle.