Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

After he fell asleep, the camera installed in the room clearly captured everything he did after entering the door.

The assistant who sent Bai Yun to the starting point was frantically calling the director, asking him to send another copy of the script to his teacher Bai.

It is very likely that the other party has completely forgotten about the script. Look at what she did on the show just now!

As a popular little flower who is about to turn [-], why does she want to get close to a little fresh meat who has only debuted for more than a year?

Sister, have you forgotten the existence of the benefactor behind you?

Even if we are really interested in Xiaoxianrou, we can still contact them in private. How can we have such an undisguised and intimate conversation with the other party in front of the audience?

The agent looked at the topics on the hot search, one after another, all related to Baiyun.

I couldn't help scratching my head, making the already dense top of my head look even more bald. "Haven't you contacted the program group yet? What was her attitude when you sent her over in the morning?"

The agent asked the assistant at the side about Baiyun's condition in the morning.

The assistant was about to cry, "It's the same attitude as usual! She said she was a little tired and wanted to sleep for a while, so I let her sleep. She woke up when she was about to reach the place, and then got on the bus of the program group. Didn't even say a word to me."

"Call the director again! You go to the farm to send a mobile phone to him now, and you must not let her be exposed to the public like this all the time, and what kind of weird persona is this! Who told her to do it!"

The manager's voice was so loud that everyone on the half floor could hear it.

On the surface, everyone dared not say it, but in their hearts, they were thinking about the style of that aunt, who can control it?

Maybe it was because she was in a bad mood today, so she deliberately set up this new personality on the variety show.

Song Jianyu, who fell asleep, didn't know anything. He slept for about three hours before waking up. The person who opened his eyes looked at someone in a white shirt who was having sex with him and fell silent.

For the first time, I didn't disturb the other party, but sat quietly in the wheelchair and watched the dirt in the other party's palm grow and flatten on the turntable, and finally turned into a mud plate.

Yi Renxin sat there wearing glasses, adjusting the shape of the clay embryo from time to time. After his plate was completely formed and stable, the person sitting on the small bench had time to raise his arm to wipe the hot sweat dripping from his forehead .

Finally, he saw the awakened figure on the wheelchair two meters away.

"How long have you been watching?"

Yi Renxin took the clay pan off the turntable, got up and put it in a place far away for ventilation.

Song Jianyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, yawned and said, "It starts when you hold a handful of soil and put it on the turntable."

The person in the distance had already put the clay plate on the ground. After listening to his words, he turned and looked in the direction of the wheelchair: "You disappeared for a long time."

Song Jianyu used his arm to turn the wheel of the wheelchair and moved forward, "It can be seen that you didn't kill people and started to change careers to become a craftsman. It has been three years or five years since we last met? It can't be ten years, right? ?”

Yi Renxin listened to the man's exaggerated and false tone, walked up to him with a sneer, and bent down to look at the woman in the wheelchair who had become different.

Staring at that special eye, he said slowly: "One month and thirteen days, you haven't appeared before."

He has done countless experiments on Shuhui's body. If he was not afraid that she would not be able to see her if she died, he would have killed this woman who was only afraid and noisy as early as one month and ten days ago.

Countless times in the middle of the night, he stood at the head of the bed and looked at the body, holding the scalpel and wondering where to start the cutting first.

Does it start with the leg that keeps trying to run away, or does it start with the arm that always throws things around.

Or it started with a harsh and noisy tongue, cutting off the roots and making the world quiet seems like a good idea.

But it was also late at night, and he thought that if he cut off his tongue, he would no longer hear the man's mocking voice, if he broke his leg, he would never see the other person's smart escape behavior, and if he cut off his hand, he would not know what the other person was doing. What kind of eye-catching behaviors after waking up for the first time.

The woman in the wheelchair didn't know what the other person was thinking, so she calmly blinked her black eyes and said, "It sounds like you miss me so much."

"Yes."

Yi Renxin admitted it thoroughly.

Now it was Song Jianyu's turn to be speechless. He looked up and down the person standing in front of him, and deeply suspected that this guy fell in love with Yu Shuhui during the day and night with Yu Shuhui, right?

There were so many ridicules that he didn't know where to start scolding.

I have only heard that the victim will have Stockholm syndrome towards the perpetrator. This is the first time I have heard the perpetrator say that he has strange emotions towards the victim.

Sure enough, normal people have no way to understand the brain circuit of a madman.

The woman in the wheelchair turned the wheels with her hands and looked up at all kinds of models around her, ranging from small teacups and plates to life-size sculptures.

"Actually, with your current skills, it should be no problem to go out and find a decent job. Why would you want to kill people for a living?"

The investigation by the police has reached a stalemate, and Song Jianyu needs to find out more information from the murderer himself, so as to find new clues for the investigation.

So the person in the wheelchair said seriously.

Yi Renxin looked at the works that filled the warehouse: "Want to take a closer look?"

"If you're willing to push me, I will."

After being Yu Shuhui several times, Song Jianyu still wasn't used to walking with only one foot, nor was she used to pushing the wheelchair forward with her hands.

Yi Renxin walked behind him to help him push the wheelchair, and took him to see those previous works.

Neither of the two spoke, one was pushing a wheelchair and the other was sitting and admiring these handicrafts.

"Is this a Bodhisattva?" Song Jianyu looked at a statue sitting on a white bull with three hands and four eyes, and asked curiously.

"He is the god Shiva in Indian mythology. It is rumored that he appeared in front of the world with three hands and four eyes sitting on a white bull with a long snake around his neck." Yi Renxin also looked at this work five years ago.

Song Jianyu turned his head to look at the person behind him, with gossip written all over his face: "I heard that people who make works of art have their own unique ideology. What were you thinking when you made this statue?"

Yi Renxin didn't look at him, his eyes were still on the statue, and it took half a minute before he spoke: "It is rumored that Shiva is the god of destruction, with the ability to create and destroy, I always want to know , how can we achieve re-creation.”

"What have you destroyed?" Song Jianyu hit the snake with the stick, and immediately started the cliché mode.

The person who looked at the statue lowered his head and looked at the man in the wheelchair, his radiant eyes hooked his lips into a smile, "I've already answered your first question. To be fair, you should also answer one, and then ask me the second question." .”

"Forget it." The rules of the game of mutual questioning were thus given up by Song Jianyu without hesitation.

It's just that he visited this warehouse for a long time, but he didn't see the mute last time. He wanted to speak but was worried that the madman would set him up, and he kept holding back the question.

Yi Renxin walked around with him for a long time and finally took him upstairs to invite him to dinner.

Upstairs in the living room full of refrigerators, Song Jianyu saw the mute squatting in the corner cleaning, and he was relieved after confirming that he was still alive.

The person who pushed him out of the elevator saw him leaning over with a relieved expression from the corner of his eyes, "What? Are you afraid that I will kill him?"

Song Jianyu raised his head and looked at the guy leaning over him with disgust in his eyes, "If you kill you, you will have to arrest another person to come back to work. Now there are police everywhere looking for your whereabouts. Given your IQ, you shouldn't be so stupid to take another hostage back, right?"

"It's not inconvenient to grab another one, but if you like this mute, you can keep him."

Yi Renxin didn't care about those outside who wanted to arrest him. He had been hiding with his disability for many years, so how could he be afraid of being arrested now.

If Yu Shuhui hadn't imitated the murder and dug up the events 23 years ago and exposed them to the public, he would have almost forgotten the past that he couldn't help himself.

After he finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair to the dining room, rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the kitchen.

He walked on the front foot, and Song Jianyu bent down on the back foot, burrowed his head under the table and looked up to see if there were any labels or brands on the inside of the table that hadn't been torn off when he bought the furniture.

With such a large table, the thickness of the tabletop is also as wide as a finger. It must be a big brand or a brand-customized model.

As long as this kind of customer knows the brand name and then checks the order information, it is certainly not difficult.

In the kitchen, when Yi Renxin took out the strawberries he bought yesterday, cleaned them and took them out, he saw that the person in the wheelchair started to feel restless again.