Chapter 3: Pangda

The mooring area was originally a strategic resource area, with coal resources as the core, building a comprehensive economic industrial chain, but later was eliminated due to low utilization efficiency and poor industrial structure optimization. It is currently owned by the Light Rail-Liaofa (Lianlian) Alliance The arc-shaped corner area is remote, and there is no civilian light transmission track in the area, which belongs to the area to be developed on the northern line. www.sto123.cc
"These are all written introductions," Jiang Lian drove the car and glanced at Shi Shanyan behind through the rear mirror. "The actual situation is a bit worse."
When Shi Shan Yancai (sleeping Shui) wakes up, his expression is too lazy, which gives Jiang Lian the illusion of being a full-time driver. Shi Shanyan looked out the window and said, "This is not a bit bad, right?"
The coke plants in the parking area are concentrated in the low-heating mountains on the edge of the suburbs. Every day the coke needs to be pulled into the steel plant near Guangtie by a coke transporter. Not to mention the suburbs, the air quality in the urban area is very poor. The green belt is covered with dust all year round. The only light rail is serving the military's large-scale transportation resource ship, which runs through the entire area, and there will be a huge carrying sound every six hours.

The real estates along the Guangtong Railway are basically unsold and abandoned.
Jiang Lianzai leaned over the steering wheel while waiting for the traffic lights and pointed to the empty building on the side.
At first, he thought it was a civilian optical railway, so he could open a light track with Guangtong District. People came here like crazy to speculate on the building, but the southern line fought. The light iron military used the building, and the building fell in his hands."
When Jiang Lian said this, he glanced at Shi Shanyan again.
"You just joined the Panthers then."
"Probably," Shishan paused and asked, "Is it still snowing here in winter?"
"Next," Jiang passed the traffic light, "but in the morning it looks like it is covered with soot and scum, and it is very dirty. But winter is better than spring. Spring is windy, and when you go out, your hair is dirty and your face is shaved. Gray. Is the environment in Guangtong okay? When I was videoing with Fu Yun, the sky was still blue when I watched your place. I will retired in the future and want to move to Guangtong District. I heard that the house price is not bad. It’s high and the transportation is convenient. I will sell this car at that time and make a little bit more to change to a b6 light transmission car and bring my wife..."
Most of Jiang Lian’s words were caused by nervousness. Whenever he said a word, he had to guess Shi Shanyan’s look (look) from the rear mirror. Although Shi Shanyan wore a restraint lock, no one could guarantee that Shi Shanyan would not. Will suddenly be angry and raise the restraint lock to attack him.
Jiang Lian is responsible for the serial (sha) case in the parking area, and he is wary of anti-social personality disorders. You cannot use ordinary thinking patterns to predict the behavior of these people. In Jiang Lian's view, they are fundamentally different from ordinary people's thinking patterns.
It is a pity that Shi Shanyan is not interested in Jiang Lian. He leaned back in his chair and fell sleepy, squinting his eyes in the sunlight, looking like he was already (sleeping Shui).

The alarm clock rang at ten o'clock, and Yan Jun looked to get up on time. He turned his black hair (sleeping Shui) into a mess, stepped on slippers and walked into the bathroom, and saw the tortoise raised in the indoor system crawling into the bathtub.
"Hey—" Yan Junxun woke up with a vague voice, he scratched his hair, "get it away quickly."
The indoor system is a virtual panda that is half a person tall. It ran in from the door and tried to pick up the tortoise. It was exhausted and panting: "Mr. Yan, I'm currently giving it a weight loss class. It's so fat that I can hardly hold it. "
Yan Junxun squeezed toothpaste: "You have the wrong kind."
"That's no way," the panda stood beside Yan Jun looking for his legs and put the turtle back into the breeding box. "It's already very big."
Yan Junxun brushed his teeth in front of the mirror. The light iron happened to pass by, and the whole room vibrated. He imitated the appearance of an electric toothbrush, brushing his teeth quickly with the sound of light iron.
The panda stepped on the bench and leaned over the table and said, "Today I prepared toast and eggs for Mr. Yan. Please finish the cow (Milk Nai) too."
Yan Junxun sat down, pushed the cow (Milk Nai) away, and said, "Stop buying cow (Milk Nai) anymore."
"Can we not afford it? Gosh," the panda was worried, covering his mouth with its paws. "Can we still live here? I thought, you haven't gone out to work for half a month."
Yan Junxun's home is very small. There is no dining table between the living room and the kitchen. The bedroom is made of tatami mats in order to save space. His daily activities are on this desk near the window. There are books everywhere in the room, and the most eye-catching is the comics. They are piled up against the corner of the wall.
"I have been living my life carefully," the panda lifted his cheeks, "we can't (sleep in Shui) Street, because you used to arrest too many people for the Special Inspection Bureau, and you can hack us anyway."
Yan Junxun bit the fried egg and opened the light screen to broadcast Monday's news.
"This murderer likes to commit crimes on Friday," Yan Junxun's most annoying parked reporter said to the camera. "At present, the victims are known to be males. Huo, who was killed last week, lives alone all the year round. The body was mutilated last night. Found in the drainage ditch of the community..."
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Yan Junxun stuffed the toast into his mouth and motioned to the panda to open the door.
"It must be Jiang Lian," the panda jumped off the bench knowingly. "He wants you to investigate the case."
When Yan Junxun waited for the panda to stand up, he picked up the cow (milk Nai) and poured it into the kitchen sink. As soon as he finished this, the panda happily shouted at the door: "Mr. Yan, there are guests today!"
Feeling bad, Yan Junxun poked his head out of the kitchen and saw Shi Shanyan as expected.

Shi Shanyan sat on the solo sofa and glanced roughly at Yan Junxun's home.
The owner may like the warm (color) tone, whether it is door curtains or table mats, they choose floral cloth with lace. The living room is covered with light brown (color) carpets, which are textiles of western diamond carpets. A few small bookcases squatted their heads in the corner, and the sofas and coffee tables were all casually thrown books. The kitchen is too narrow. The pandas squeezed into it to make tea are a bit funny, but the tableware and chopsticks are stored neatly. You can see that the panda is taking care of the owner.
What a surprise.
In the parking area, you can see such an indoor system that takes care of the entire family's business, and it even keeps its own pets.
Jiang Lian sat cross-legged on the carpet, and Shi Shanyan noticed that he was very careful, and tried not to rush into the house to furnish them during his movements. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, lit his light screen, and said to the panda in the kitchen: "Pang Da, please dim the room."
The curtains were drawn "swishly", and they were dimmed slightly.
"I should have given you some time to run in, but the case came so coincidental." Jiang Lian called up the photo, "Look at this, the news only came out this morning."
Yan Junxun was holding ice water, and his curled hair shook as he drank the water. His silent gaze walked back and forth along the photo, as if finally (sleeping Shui) woke up, attracted by the (色) Cai (强qiang) Lie photo.
"This is a corpse fragment found in the drainage ditch of the Huihe community three months ago. The surface of the fragment has abrasions in different directions and irregular wound edges. The victim was identified as Liu Xincheng, a resident of the community." Jiang Lian moved the photo to the next one,
This is a corpse fragment found in the drainage ditch of the Puli community two months ago. The surface of the fragment still has scratches in different directions, and the edges of the wound are not neat, and Liu Xincheng Similarly, it is suspected of being cut with a blunt tool, and the victim is also a resident of the community. The last picture was found in the drainage ditch of the community last night..."
Jiang Lian (Lu) had an indescribable look.
"...The corpse and the remains of the corpse, the wound was torn, and the damage was serious. According to the footprints on the scene, it should be bitten by a wild dog after the corpse was thrown.
"Huh huh," Shi Shanyan melted in naturally, as if he had cooperated with these two people countless times. "Are you also the residents in the community where the body parts were found?"
"No," Jiang Lian continued to scratch the picture. "The last victim was Huo Qingjun. He was different from the first two victims. He was the security guard of the diba community. He lived alone in the basement of a waste tube building two kilometers away from the diba community. "
"Sorry, Fatty," Toshiyama said politely, "please give me a cup of hot cow (Nai)."
The panda poked his head out and said enthusiastically: "You are welcome, Mr. Shi!"
Yan Jun is accustomed to pinching the cup. He is also afraid of heat. The ice water makes him feel very comfortable. Only when he feels comfortable can he have a (gan gan) clean blackboard in his mind. He didn't hear Shi Shanyan's conversation with Panda. He was immersed in his own world, and his senses became very dull.
"The three cases have the same method of throwing the corpse, and the method of dividing the corpse is the same," Jiang Lian gave the panda a position. "Even the victim's experience is surprisingly similar."
"experience?"
Jiang Lian presented the information of the three victims side by side, saying: "These three people have been in the news because of (sexual xing)."
"Leave the information." Yan Junxun drank his saliva, holding a small ice cube, and "　" biting it between his teeth. The cold (sting ci) shock rolled along the mouth and the body. "I want to see."