The whole city is my old attack

Tick--

The electronic password access control lock was unlocked, and Chu Feng walked into the house.

The living room with mahogany floor is polished and polished, reflecting the setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and sparkling river waves.

The floating large-screen TV is making sound:

"It is reported that a major breakthrough has been made in the dismemberment case, and the police are..."

Dad sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper in one hand and the remote control in the other.

Chu Feng carried a heavy schoolbag on his back and walked up the double-entry stairs at home without saying a word. Today is Thursday, he has a lot of homework, and he has to find time to practice the piano at [-] o'clock...Saturday, the piano teacher will come to tutor again...

There are still three days before Zhou Tian and Xie Shiyu go to the gymnasium to volunteer.

The 13-year-old Chu Feng sighed wearily. He carried a heavy schoolbag on his shoulders and walked to his bedroom on the second floor.

He was about to open the door and go in--

"stop!"

In the living room on the first floor, the father watching TV suddenly said harshly:

"Don't you know how to say something when you come back!"

Chu Feng's father was full of sulking today. The results of the school's job evaluation came out. Sure enough, without him, the senior who was older than him became a full professor first, even if the old guy's scientific research achievements were not as good as his.

Associate Professor Chu Feng's father scolded his son furiously:

"How old are you, and you don't even say hello to your parents when you get home. It doesn't matter how big or small you are!"

Chu Feng didn't even look at him, and while holding the bedroom doorknob, he said perfunctorily:

"I am back."

Click, Chu Feng walked into the bedroom, shrinking into the shell like a snail.

Outside the shell:

"What's the matter with you! You're so unwilling to say hello, what do you mean, show your face to someone! Do your parents owe you! Come out—"

Chu Feng curled up on the seat beside the desk, snap—!

The bedroom door was opened, the snail shell was broken, and the little snail without the shell was pinched:

"Come down for me, carry your schoolbag!"

Dad ordered him.

Chu Feng: "I have to do my homework."

"What homework! Get off! If you don't teach you a lesson, it will become more and more shameless!"

Dad sat back on the sofa again, holding the remote control, and the police car and the reporter were shown on the TV:

"It is said that the murderer's fingerprints have been found now, is it true? Deputy Director... please answer..."

Chu Feng stood stiffly and numbly with his schoolbag on his back.

"Go back to the door! Learn how to enter the house again!"

Chu Feng walked to the door step by step like a puppet, and repeated the process of going home:

"I am back."

Dad: "Get out of the door!"

Tick, Chu Feng opened the door, walked out of the house, and stood at the door again.

The electronic door lock locks silently.

The door is closed.

He stared at the dark high-tech door, and suddenly didn't want to go back to this home at all.

Imagine a snail retracting into its shell, being picked up by a bird, flying far, far away, never to return.

Tick.

At the age of 13, Chu Feng opened the door again, and walked into the house with his schoolbag on his back:

"I am back."

He squeezed out a two-point smile at his father, like a happy child who just got out of school, the ocean of knowledge, and swimming.

The father crossed his legs and didn't look at his son at all. He held the newspaper in one hand and nodded his head slightly, like a big leader who came to inspect the unit, and said with a little satisfaction:

"Okay, let's do our homework."

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solution:

∵OP=PD

Chu Feng had just written a line, but the tip of his pen was so dry that he couldn't write it. He flicked it twice, but it was useless.Chu Feng opened the cap of the pen: the black water in the pen core was completely empty, and there was only a layer of yellow oil left in the tube.

The homework is heavy, and the black signature pen used to write homework and take notes needs to be replaced every three days.

19:50

"Chu Feng, Chu Feng! What are you still doing, hurry up and practice the piano!"

Mom didn't knock on the door, she just opened it and walked in to see what Chu Feng was looking at.

Seeing her son sitting at his desk doing homework, he was very well-behaved, and my mother was a little satisfied, so she put on a gentle tone:

"Remember to play the piano later. It will be the provincial competition soon. You can't embarrass me."

Chu Feng glanced at the time. There are two math papers, one English paper, political unit paper, Chinese recitation 1234 plus exercise book reading questions, history, biology, chemistry, physics...

"There's a lot of homework today, can you practice the piano..."

"no!"

Mom immediately interrupted Chu Feng: "Why can't you practice the piano? How can you have any homework in the first year of junior high school? Why can't you do it at school? You can do your homework after class, and other students don't have homework when they come home. Why do you have so much homework? Don't be pushy, you have to play the piano at eight o'clock!"

Chu Feng frowned.

Mom: "What are you doing with such a reluctant look? Did I force you to play? The piano wasn't something you wanted to learn when you were young!"

Chu Feng defended weakly: "Since when did I become interested in piano? I don't like playing piano at all."

Mom: "You will say this now when you grow up, oh, when you were three years old, you were so envious when you saw others playing the piano, you stared straight at it, and I asked you if you want to learn, and you nodded yourself! Why is it not your interest anymore, it seems that I forced you."

Chu Feng didn't remember such a thing happening when he was three years old at all, and maybe it didn't even happen at all. His mother relied on him not to remember to lie to him. Chu Feng resented and said:

"Then I don't want to play now. I'm tired of studying, and I don't want to spend my energy on practicing the piano. You have enrolled me in so many interest classes since I was a child. I am very tired, and I have no interest at all!"

"Why are you so tired at such a young age!" Mom cried:

"I'm tired after taking a few interest classes. Don't you always go to play? Go to the class to play badminton, draw, write calligraphy, sing with the children... Isn't this just playing? There are so many tricks to play, your childhood Is the happiest!"

Chu Feng wanted to laugh, but couldn't at all.

Mom: "You used to be reluctant to leave after the interest class, and you still wanted to play with other children on the grass in the Children's Palace, didn't you? You had so much fun, but when you grew up, you beat me back. I worked so hard." You don’t appreciate the cultivation of you. Alas, the hearts of the parents in the world are really pitiful. You can ask, if Xiao Xie wants to learn the piano, is his family able to let him learn? You are already happy enough, don’t be in the blessing and don’t know blessing!"

Chu Feng fell silent completely.

Mom: "Remember to play the piano at eight o'clock, I will come and watch you later!"

boom--

Mom slams the door and leaves.Chu Feng stayed alone in the bedroom, mechanically closed the homework book, put on the cap of the pen, and moved to sit in front of the piano.

Black and white, black and white, and endless black and white keys stretch out infinitely before the eyes.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand, put his fingers on the keys, and his muscle memory automatically played the difficult piano piece: Chopin-Revolutionary Etudes.

Flipping over the keys with his fingertips, Chu Feng didn't look at the piano or the music score. He stared at the wall behind the piano, where the orange-red certificates were stuck there like pieces of dog skin plaster: Provincial XX First Prize, National XX second prize, school student union, three good students...

boring boring boring.

If this is happiness...

How he wanted to tear them all to pieces! !

clang--

Chu Feng deliberately strummed vigorously on the keys, making discordant noises.

"Chu Feng! Chu Feng—! What are you doing!!"

Downstairs, I heard my mother's cry.

blah blah blah.The sound of going upstairs hurriedly.

boom--

Mom slammed the door open:

"Chu Feng, what are you doing!"

The mother stared at the bedroom sharply, and she was surprised to find that her son was doing his homework obediently at his desk, and the piano was closed, as if no one had ever opened it.

Holding the pen, Chu Feng turned his head indifferently:

"What's wrong."

Mom: "What's wrong! I just heard you playing the piano! It's such an ugly sound!"

"No." Chu Feng said nonchalantly, "I've been doing my homework here."

"How is it possible? I clearly heard you playing the piano randomly..." Mom strode over and inspected the piano carefully.

Chu Feng did not leave any trace, he repeated indifferently:

"I didn't play the piano."

Mom: "Impossible! I heard it!! Chu Zhenfeng, come and see your son! How did he become like this...Chu Zhenfeng?"

She suddenly remembered that her husband had a meeting at night and went out.Now at home, there are only her and Chu Feng.

Chu Feng looked innocent, and said to his mother:

"Maybe you heard it wrong."

"Impossible, impossible..." Mom: "It definitely came from your room! If you don't want to play the piano, you go to the piano to lose your temper, don't you? Don't dare to admit it!"

Holding the pen for homework, Chu Feng deliberately acted a little helpless:

"As I said, I've been doing my homework. If you think I'm playing the piano, then I can't help it."

"You child...!"

Chu Feng ignored her and continued to do his homework calmly.

After a while, sure enough, my mother began to doubt herself, and she asked suspiciously:

"Is it really not your voice?"

Chu Feng shook his head, looked at the math problem with a volatile expression, and continued to guide his mother: "It may be the voice from outside."

Mom thought about it carefully and doubted herself even more. Could it be that she really got it wrong?Still starting to get old and have some hearing problems?

She looked at Chu Feng obediently doing his homework, and could only say:

"It's eight o'clock, so stop writing and go play the piano for an hour."

"Ah."

Chu Feng obediently put down his homework, obediently walked to the piano, sat down, and his fingers automatically played out the normal Chopin-Revolution etude.

The mother sat on the seat and listened to him playing the piano. After listening for a while, she confirmed that her son would practice the piano obediently, and then she got up and left.

Slap.The bedroom door closed.

The 13-year-old Chu Feng turned his back to the door, and the music of the revolutionary etude flowed skillfully. Like a bad boy who succeeded in playing a prank, he smiled at the keys.

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"Look at this."

Body parts, blood, English letters.

In the police station, on the table, there are shocking old photos lined up:

"California, country M, a serial dismemberment murderer. Twelve people have been killed, and the murderer has not been found yet."

"Look at these body parts, just like the body parts this time, each piece will be knotted with a nylon rope."

"Besides, every time the murderer kills one more person, he will cut up another piece of body. When he kills twelve people, the body has already been divided into 36 pieces. Let's look at this case—"

On the table, there is a row of new photos, 37 yuan, corpse parts.

"This time it was No. 13 victims, with 37 pieces of corpses. This is a transnational serial murder case, and, in this case, we have extracted the murderer's fingerprints!"

"Why did the murderer... suddenly come back from country M to commit crimes in China? Moreover, there was a full six years between the No.12 case and the No.13 case this time."

"Maybe he returned to China to avoid the limelight, but he couldn't bear it anymore."

"Could it be a copycat?"

"Impossible. Look at the photos. When the first person was killed, the body parts were cut unevenly. It seemed that after the murder, they didn't know how to deal with it, so they cut up the body in a hurry. Then the second, The third victim... is becoming more and more skillful, No. 12, the fracture is basically flat, the corpse is cut very quickly, and the size of each piece is relatively uniform. Now No. 13..."

The policeman looked at the corpse in the photo. The fracture was completely flat, without any irregularities. The force of the murderer's cutting was so neat that it didn't even look like it could be cut out by human power alone.After the blood was washed off, these corpses looked like pieces of marble with the texture of human skin, exuding a sinister sense of strangeness, like a masterpiece of a horror artist.

"Hurry up and work now, the city bureau, the sub-bureau, the hospital...all places where fingerprints can be found, all must be compared! Make sure to catch this person!"

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After moving, Ji Shiming lived in this city for six years.

At this moment, he is leisurely sitting in his big house with three bedrooms and two living rooms, watching TV.

Recently, the news is reporting a dismemberment case, which makes him feel more and more interesting in this city. There will always be his imitators. I don’t know where he saw his deeds in the M country. He may admire him very much, and even if he kills someone, he has to copy his tricks. .

Six years ago, the unemployed cat abuser imitated him and committed a case of dismembering a corpse with a red plastic rope. Now it is unknown which imitator commits the crime.There was no image of the body parts broadcast on TV, and Ji Shiming had no way of knowing.

Judging from the current news reports that the police have obtained important clues, it can be seen that this imitator is also full of loopholes. In about two or three days, the arrest screen will be seen.

Ji Shiming is looking forward to seeing the fate of this imitator. He likes to see the stupid criminals who failed to escape the police's pursuit when the judge pronounced the death sentence the most.

jingle jingle-

I thought about the phone.Ji Shiming picked it up, it was the police station.

"Hello, your ID card has been processed, and you can come and get it tomorrow morning."

Ji Shiming: "How about this afternoon?"

"Tomorrow is Friday, and we don't go to work in the afternoon."

Ji Shiming: "Okay, thank you."

The ID card he applied for this time is different from the old ID card used before. This ID card is brand new and obtained through legal channels. His name is Lin Ming.

He has stayed in this city long enough, Ji Shiming planned that when he sees the tragic end of this impersonator, he will become "Lin Ming" and live in the next city.

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Friday, eight o'clock in the morning.

The junior high school campus was quiet, and Xie Shiyu, a junior student, sat drowsily on his seat. The first session was a hypnotic English class. The English teacher walked into the teacher wearing glasses and high heels:

"Come, come, students! Close all the books, and take out the quiz book!"

Swish, there was a noise in the class, Chu Feng took out the quiz book, and sat down quietly. The teacher saw that everyone was ready, and began to read the first word——

Xie Shiyu held a pen and looked out of the window in boredom. He didn't memorize a single word. Anyway, he would fail the exam and the English teacher would punish him to sing. He specially practiced English love songs and took the opportunity to sing them in front of the class. .

By the way, sing it to Chu Feng.

Xie Shiyu's eyes looking out of the window moved closer and closer, and finally moved to the face of Chu Feng at the same table.

Chu Feng sat quietly, dictating seriously, the beautiful English words flowing on the paper, the warm orange sunlight of the first day cast on his eyebrows and eyes, when he was writing, his eyelashes sometimes trembled slightly in the light, like flower buds fluttering little butterfly.

Xie Shiyu rested his cheeks and just looked at Chu Feng quietly. The English class was very sleepy, and the quiz was also very sleepy. Only by looking at Chu Feng's did he feel less sleepy.

After a while, Chu Feng seemed to have noticed something. He gave Xie Shiyu a blank look, then secretly moved his quiz book over and copied it for him.

Xie Shiyu smiled in his heart. Chu Feng misunderstood him, but it doesn't matter, so at least there is an aboveboard reason for peeping. Xie Shiyu copied his vocabulary carefully, and he will definitely not fail this quiz.

Outside the window, the birds on the branches were chirping, and the early cicadas, cicadas—cicadas—dissolved in the green canopy with one sound.

On the other side of the school, the police station.

Ji Shiming walked in and got a new ID card.

"Hello, please take your fingerprints."

The staff are smiling with kindness.

Ji Shiming was stunned for a moment, he deliberately pretended to be joking, and asked:

"Now... fingerprints are also required to get an ID card? Didn't they not exist before..."

Staff: "Yes, the new regulations just came out."

Ji Shiming quickly reviewed what he did in the past in his heart. He should have never left any fingerprints, except for the blue ribbon.That thing was taken by the smuggler in room 401, and he has already disposed of it.

He didn't leave any mistakes.

The staff looked at him for not pressing his fingerprints, and seemed a little strange. Before the strangeness deepened, Ji Shiming put on an honest smile:

[Drip—Fingerprint Enrolled Successfully]

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"Okay! Group leader——" the English teacher clapped his hands, "The quiz is closed, no writing is allowed, stop writing! Stop writing!"

Outside the window, on the branches, the chirping of birds and cicadas suddenly stopped.

Xie Shiyu looked up. On the branch, the cicada just now was gone, and the little yellow bird stopped singing. It was holding a green worm in its beak, and there was still a green knife arm in its beak. It seemed that it had eaten a praying mantis.

Xie Shiyu seemed to have thought of something, he smiled, and casually drew a doodle of a clown on the English quiz book.

At the same time, a siren sounded from a distance, passed by Xie Shiyu's campus, and headed towards the police station where Ji Shiming was located...