Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

The woman half lying on the ground was so frightened that she jumped up on the spot.

A few mice were disturbed by him, and quickly got out of the gap in the iron cage, and escaped without a trace.

Song Jianyu grabbed the iron railing, nervously lowered his head to look at his leg, which was barely struggling to stand up, and many places were red and swollen.

I don't know how many bites were eaten by mice.

In addition, from the broken leg, there was a faint rotten smell.

Not only was this leg stinky, but Song Jianyu could even smell his own stink, including the iron cage, where the air was polluted to an unacceptable level.

The woman holding on to the railing raised her dirty skirt to her waist and abdomen, and looked down at her stomach through the light of the emergency exit not far away.

From the abdomen to the side, a huge black butterfly stitched imprint landed on him.

"This is Yu Shuhui's body."

After confirming his identity, Song Jianyu looked around the iron cage.

In the opposite corner, I found a small enamel bowl with half a rotten steamed bun in it. Song Jianyu jumped all the way there holding on to the railing, threw the stinky steamed bun out, picked up the small enamel bowl and pointed it at the iron railing Knock it up.

Ah Gou heard the movement upstairs, and the young man sitting on the small wooden stool raised his eyes slightly blocked by bangs, and looked at the big screen not far away.

The picture on the screen is the monitoring picture in the basement.

Yu Shuhui, who imitated the murder, stood there with her head up, looking at the camera above her head, and slammed the bowl in her hand against the camera.

Song Jianyu was thinking about a very serious question while knocking.

That lunatic thinks the bedroom environment is too good, so change him to a difficult place to let him experience the hard life?

Or was it because he changed Jiang Xun's life trajectory, causing this guy's timeline to change to the point that he had never met Yu Shuhui before?

He knocked here for half an hour, until the fat and strong rats that had eaten all came back boldly.

Several mice gathered in front of the steamed bun he threw out, gnawing on it non-stop.

There is no fear that there is a big living person not far behind.

Song Jianyu saw the black-skinned mice from the corner of their eyes, and they rapped hard on the iron railing in their hands with chills on their backs.

"Brother, to put it bluntly, the environment here is so bad that it will kill you, brother?"

The big brother upstairs didn't want to and ignored him.

I sat there until I finished reading all the books in my hand, then I closed the book "Picking Up Flowers in the Morning", got up and walked towards the basement.

Song Jianyu stood in the iron cage with one foot, his knocking hand was numb and he didn't hear any movement.

And he did not see the whereabouts of the mute.

The bottom of my heart became more and more certain that the current timeline was probably a brand new time that had been changed by him.

With the way the lunatic treats Shuhui now, the person hanging on the railing thinks unkindly.

"Could it be that Jiang Xun is his money bag? After the destruction, he became so poor?"

Luxurious living room, refrigerators all over the floor, and warm and closed bedrooms are all absent.

There is only one iron cage, one moldy and smelly human, and four black mice.

The person who was full of messy thoughts suddenly heard footsteps coming from a distance.

"Da da da--"

The person standing on one foot in the iron cage looked up at the black figure coming down the stairwell.

Under the emergency sensor light, Song Jianyu was a little disappointed by the masked face.

It seems that no matter which timeline it is in, the other party will cover this face tightly.

A Gou walked down the last step, walked up to the iron cage with the plastic bag in his hand, and silently looked at the woman standing in the cage with bright eyes staring at him.

With a wave of his hand, the steamed bun in the plastic bag passed through the railing and landed at Song Jianyu's feet.

The person standing in the cage looked down at the dirty steamed bun, and curled his mouth in disgust: "Can I ask for a broom before eating? It doesn't matter if I die in such a dirty place, you don't know that places with poor environment are especially prone to cockroaches?"

Agou didn't make a sound, but heard the woman in the cage, Balabala, talking non-stop.

"When you see a cockroach in this room, it means that there are at least a thousand cockroaches in your home. Maybe you go upstairs and lift your bed board, and you will see the mother cockroach inside" Puff puff puff "spray little cockroaches."

Song Jianyu vividly helped him imagine the scene of cockroaches crawling all over the ground, even if the other party was wearing a mask, he could still see it from the frown.

His description has already made people feel sick physiologically, and the person standing on one foot will accept it immediately: "So give me a broom, I can clean this place by myself, and make sure that when you want me to die one day, you don't wear clothes It took a long time for the bodies of black rats and dead cockroaches to come to me."

"If you say another word, I will cut off your tongue."

A Gou, who appeared today, finally opened his mouth to make a sound.

"Sweep-let-borrow-?" The woman in the iron cage pinned her messy hair behind her ears, stared at the other party expectantly, stopped saying a word, and uttered a single word sound.

Agou didn't answer her, but walked aside to turn on all the lights in the basement.

In an instant, the bright lights completely exposed this polluted basement.

Song Jianyu, who had been standing in the dark iron cage for too long, closed his eyes uncomfortably.

After adapting to the light in front of him, he opened his eyes again and froze.

The person who was standing two meters away just now was standing outside the iron cage, only one foot away from him.

With his hands behind his back, Agou silently stared at the woman who had opened her eyes in the iron cage. His cold eyes ranged from the brow bone of her forehead to the bridge of her nose, to the hand she was holding on to the railing, and finally to the hand that had been stripped alive by him. , the broken leg that has not been treated again, the smell of rot there is clear and distinct.

"who are you?"

Even if the person in front of him had seen every part of his body several times, and even took out half of the other's kidney with his own hands, Ah Gou instinctively knew that this person was not Yu Shuhui.

The unkempt woman in the iron cage showed her teeth and raised the corners of her mouth, "Broom."

Five minutes later, Ah Gou brought a broom from upstairs and threw it to the other party.

Song Jianyu hopped on one foot, holding the broom and sweeping all the food waste on the floor of the iron cage out of the cage.

When those who did not act properly cleaned the entire iron cage, they were already sweating profusely.

The head on his head, which hadn't been washed for ten days or a month, was also itchy. He stretched out his hand and scratched it a few times.

The person who put down his palm accidentally saw the black oil stains and fleas in the crevices of the nails. He was so disgusted that he wished he could chop off his hand, and said unceremoniously to the man standing not far away: "Give me another pair of scissors!" ,Ok?"

"Tell me your name first." Agou refused the other party's repeated requests.

"My surname is Yu, and I exchange a pair of scissors for each surname." Song Jianyu threw the broom aside, and passed his arm through the iron railing to signal the other party to give the scissors quickly.

After 3 minutes, a pair of scissors was thrown.

Song Jianyu was so frightened that he squatted on the ground and hugged his head to dodge. He didn't dare to turn his head to look at the scissors that fell on the ground until he heard the sound of the scissors hitting the wall and falling.

Ah Gou stood not far away, looked at the other party's obviously flustered expression just now, and smiled happily, "It seems that you are very afraid of death."

The person who had picked up the scissors from the ground no longer tried to stand up this time, just sat on the ground and grabbed his messy hair, and cut off the excess with the scissors.

"There is no one in the world who is not afraid of death, aren't you afraid?" Song Jianyu threw the severed hair outside the cage, and did not forget to answer the other party's question.

"After I answer, should you tell me my name?"

"Then answer quickly." The person who cuts the hair, let the lunatic move more nimbly. If you are a man, you don't need ink.

"I'm not afraid, it's time for you to say your name."

"Yu Shuhui."

After Song Jianyu finished speaking, he silently held the scissors, got into the corner of the iron cage, sat down again and continued to cut the hair on his head: "I have been locked here by you for a day or two. Shuhui, who do you think I am?"

A Gou, wearing a mask, looked at the woman in the cage, and the mice on the ground that had eaten up the steamed buns began to move around again, trying to find more food.

For a while, the only sound in the basement was the sound of the scissors in Song Jianyu's hand cutting hair.

There is also the sound of rats rummaging through the garbage on the ground, looking for food.

Ah Gou stood in the middle of the basement, looking at the man who was quietly cutting his hair under the bright light.

Every time the other party cuts his hair, he can't help but look in his direction to make sure that he didn't come forward suddenly or make other actions suddenly.

Agou just stood there without moving, and waited for the other party to cut all his hair short to the ear, before opening his mouth again: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, I will cut your remaining leg tonight."

Song Jianyu lowered his head subconsciously, looking at his only leg that was still intact.

The person sitting on the ground uncovered some of the skirts on his body, and saw that there were red, black, and some yellow pustules in the wound of the broken leg. His scalp was numb, and he looked away. The lunatic over there said, "Otherwise, how about we change another option? You'd better kill me."

I don't know how Yu Shuhui persisted in this kind of treatment during this period of time. It was like falling directly from the prison in heaven to the eighteenth floor of hell.