Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Jiang Xun raised a finger and shook it, "I'm not crazy, I'm very sober now."

He has been sober for many years.

Song Jianyu rolled his eyes at this. The person whose hands were tied only felt that his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he didn't know what he had hit himself in the needle tube of the opponent in the underground parking lot. thing.

The person who was about to fall asleep leaned softly on the sofa pillow, and said lazily: "So you caught me just out of curiosity, Jiang Xun, have you ever thought about your mother? If she is still alive and knows that you have become like this, she will How sad?"

The young man sitting on the sofa beside him heard the word mother, and a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Jianyu: "Are you also investigating me?"

After he came out of Agou's house yesterday, he went directly to visit the elementary school teacher with a gift.

From the other party's mouth, I learned that someone had inquired about him recently, and even asked for his primary school graduation photo.

Even in the old community where his mother used to be, someone told him that just today a young man who said he was his mother's former relative came to inquire about his mother's past.

Jiang Xun just asked a few words, and he knew that the person who came to check him was the same person who went to the school teacher to ask for a photo.

But he didn't expect that Song Zongming's son was also investigating him.

"No, I just met your mother."

Song Jianyu looked at the suspicious eyes of the other party and explained: "Your family lives in Guangping West Road, right? Auntie will make breakfast every morning before waking you up. During summer vacation, she goes to work in the textile factory every day and rides with you. On the bus, you will get off at the gate of Xinhua Bookstore, right?"

It turned out that the casual person sat up straight and stared at Song Jianyu with sharp eyes: "Who are you?"

"Song Zongming's son, Song Jianyu. When I was young, I met my aunt a few times with adults. I heard her talk about these things, so I still remember that my aunt is a very good person.

After she divorced your father, she took you alone to make ends meet. I heard that there was a fire at the textile factory and she did not escape to save the goods in the factory. "

Song Jianyu paused for a moment before continuing, "If Auntie is still alive, how sad she will be when she sees you like this, have you ever thought about it?"

"puff!"

The young man on the sofa laughed out of nowhere, not only out loud but even to the end, Jiang Xun hugged his stomach and rolled on the sofa laughing directly.

Song Jianyu looked at the man who was laughing wildly, not knowing what he said wrong, he looked carefully at that face.

There is no similarity with the real murderer of 863, and there is not much similarity with Jiang Xun when he was a child.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out why Jiang Xun laughed like this after hearing these words.

The person who had laughed enough fell down on the sofa clutching his stomach, looked up at the angel pattern carved on the ceiling, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes just now. "I didn't expect that after 20 years, someone still remembered a dead person."

Jiang Xun sat up and stood up, walked up to Song Jianyu and rummaged through his pockets.

Find his wallet and cell phone.

The mobile phone was thrown directly into a small tropical fish tank.

Jiang Xun took out the change documents and student ID cards in the wallet one by one.

The young man holding Song Jianyu's ID card put the ID card on Song Jianyu's face for comparison.

"Is this your ID?"

"its mine."

This certificate was issued five years ago, in the third year of high school.

Jiang Xun held up his ID card, pointed at the light source not far away, and read the ID number on it, "35058219990321XXXX? Since the ID card is real, then this number must be real, right?"

The young man standing by the sofa leaned forward, and raised his hand to grab Song Jianyu's hair, forcing him to look up.

"Born in March 1999, do you know when my mother died?"

Song Jianyu's scalp hurt from being pulled, and he couldn't answer this question.

Qin Shiguan only said that Jiang Xun's mother died in the year of the other party's Xiaoshengchu.

"It's okay if you can't answer, I'll tell you myself." Jiang Xun patted the pale and innocent cheek under his hands and smiled, "It was May 1999, 5. Two months and three days after you were born, she disappeared in the In the fire at the textile mill."

Song Jianyu cried out inwardly.

He didn't know the date of Jiang Xun's mother's death and his age at that time. Even if he really knew about Jiang Xun's mother, he couldn't know those details in that situation.

"It's okay, think about it carefully, and then lie to me after thinking about it. Before that, there are many empty rooms in this room. You can live in it as you like."

The medicine in Song Jianyu's body took full effect. Before he closed his eyes, he saw the screen of the mobile phone thrown into the fish tank light up, and then his vision went dark and he passed out completely.

Jiang Xun looked at the comatose young man on the sofa, let go of his palm and walked towards the tropical fish tank not far away, looking at the screen of the mobile phone inside that hadn't stopped after entering the water.

The name of the incoming call contact is displayed in the center of the screen: "Victim?"

Jiang Xun read out the name of this strange note, raised his eyebrows and watched the screen darken a little bit.

In the city's first hospital, Qin Shiguan put down his phone and looked at Zhou Jianming, shaking his head: "No one answered."

Although they didn't let anyone go back with Song Jianyu, they estimated that the other party should be home by now.

Qin Shiguan called Li Qin who was still at Song's house, but the other party said that he did not see Song Jianyu and that the other party did not come home.

"It may also be that he wants to be quiet alone." Zhou Jianming understood Song Jianyu a little bit.

When a normal person encounters this kind of thing, he will first choose a place to be alone. After all, it is very difficult for him to go home and tell Shi Hongmei the bad news.

"Maybe people are still in the underground garage. When many people have nowhere to go and don't know where to choose, they will sit in the car and stay alone for a while." Ye Cheng handed them the coffee he just bought and said with their own opinions.

"I'll go downstairs and have a look."

Qin Shiguan always felt that something was wrong. Song Jianyu was the kind of person who would answer the phone no matter when other people were awake.

This kind of behavior of not answering two calls in a row and not going home is not something Song Jianyu would do normally.

Qin Shiguan went to the underground garage, and soon his worries became reality.

The car he lent to Song Jianyu was still parked, and the key was dropped next to the tire.

Qin Shiguan looked up at the surveillance cameras around the underground garage, took out the walkie-talkie and informed Zhou Jianming of the news: "Song Jianyu was taken away."

"!! You stand there and don't move, I will pass now."

"Yecheng, you lead people to guard here. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave in one step, so as to prevent someone from diverting the tiger away from the mountain." Zhou Jianming stood in the middle of the corridor and looked at the family members of the patients staying near the two sides.

Called back to the bureau to apply for a transfer, and Song Zongming's ward was the main one, and he himself took a team of criminal police to the underground parking lot to meet Qin Shiguan.

"What's the specific situation? How can you be sure that he was taken away?"

Zhou Jianming knew Qin Shiguan's car, and he walked around the car, but didn't see any signs of fighting or collision.

"The car key fell on the front driver's tire. After I installed a driving recorder on my car, I saw Song Jianyu coming here, but soon another figure appeared and took him away. "

Qin Shiguan turned on the driving recorder and let him see it for himself.

"Have you seen who it is?"

Zhou Jianming stood outside the car door, looking at what was displayed in the rearview mirror.

Seeing Song Jianyu coming from a distance and bypassing the front of the car, the door was opened and then closed again, followed by the sound of two people talking.

"Why is the voice so low, I couldn't hear what they said at all, Xiao Qin, take off the dash cam and send it to the Evidence Section, let them find a way to clarify the content of Song Jianyu's conversation with others."

After Zhou Jianming finished his orders, he also looked up at the surveillance camera in the basement above.

"The guy who took people away from here must take his own car and go to the hospital's security monitoring room."

Qin Shiguan returned to the criminal investigation brigade with the driving recorder, and Zhou Jianming took people to the security monitoring room.

"Broken? As the security monitoring room of a hospital, why didn't you check even the most basic equipment!"

Zhou Jianming stood in the monitoring room with his hips crossed. When he learned that several monitoring cameras in the garage were broken, he was very angry.

"Submit to us a copy of the monitoring that was recorded half an hour ago in the remaining underground garage."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and said to the criminal policeman behind him: "Big Joe is going to apply for assistance from the Traffic Management Bureau to check the electronic eyes at the intersection in front of the hospital half an hour ago, and the vehicles that left the hospital. We need all the records of the electronic eyes over there, one by one. Check for suspicious vehicles."

The police's inquiry did not make Jiang Xun a little nervous. He sat at home and read magazines for a while, then went upstairs to rest for two hours.

The person who woke up gave another injection to the unconscious person on the sofa.

When Jiang Wu came home at night, he looked at the lights in the living room and wondered as he opened the door: "Didn't I turn off the lights when I went out this morning?"

When he entered the living room, he was stunned when he saw the person sitting on the sofa reading a book with his legs crossed: "Brother?"

Jiang Xun closed the book in his hand and looked at the person who came, his eyes swept over the white coat that was still on the other person: "Why are you still wearing this suit after get off work?"

"I was accidentally bumped into it in the cafeteria today, and the shirt inside was dirty, so I used a white coat to block it."

Jiang Wu took off his clothes and showed the other party the stain behind him.

The person in the white coat quickly walked to the sofa, only to see that there was another person lying on the three-seater sofa.

"This..." Jiang Wu was stunned, looking at the face and pointing at the man in surprise: "Is this Song Zongming's son?"

He heard about it today at the No. [-] Hospital in the city, and many people are discussing it on the Internet.

It is said that the serial murderer in 98 is now living in the intensive care unit of a city hospital, and someone has photographed Song Zongming's son.

That face looked exactly like the person sleeping on the sofa.

Jiang Xun nodded happily: "That's right, it's him."

Jiang Wu scratched his head, glanced at the young man on the sofa in disbelief, then at Jiang Xun, looked back and forth three times before finding his own voice, "Brother, why is he in our house."

"It's too chaotic outside, so I invited him to my house as a guest. He has been pestered by those reporters and media all morning and hasn't rested. Now you should move quietly after falling asleep, so as not to wake him up."

When Jiang Wu heard this, he immediately changed his breath into a small one, and his voice dropped several tens of decibels: "Then I'll go upstairs first, I still have some work to do."

"Go." Jiang Xun waved his hand.

After the people left, the living room returned to silence.

Jiang Xun got up and walked to the sofa opposite, squatting on the edge of the sofa and looking at the young man sleeping soundly on it: "Tell me, is everyone outside looking for you now?"

Song Jianyu couldn't answer this question.

His body was still in Jiang Xun's hands, and he had already appeared in a ravine thousands of miles away.

The sound of a rooster crowing woke up the woman lying on the kang.

Song Jianyu lay on the bed and looked at the light-transmitting place that was only the size of a palm in the distance. His first reaction was that Jiang Xun transferred him to such a place after he was unconscious.

But after he supported his body and sat up, his right calf was obviously unable to exert strength.

In the darkness, Song Jianyu could only use his hands to find the direction of his calf.

The calf in the palm was covered with very rough cloth, and the length of the calf was significantly different from that of Song Jianyu himself.

People who tried to grope for the wall and stood up found that there was something wrong with the bones of the right leg after standing on the uneven ground with both feet. The sole of the foot was shortened and bent to the side.

Song Jianyu stood up straight, leaning on the wall, and groped along the palm-sized light to find the door.

There was no handle on the back of the door. Song Jianyu touched the wooden strip on the edge and used his nails to pull the door toward his body to pull it out.

"Whoa..."

The iron chain brought the dim light from outside the door into the dim room.

Song Jianyu stood at the crack of the door and saw the huge iron general outside the door through the light from outside.

A dog leash and an iron lock kept him in the room.

"Gan!"

The person holding on to the wall kicked the wall with his right foot.

When people are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth. Song Jianyu never expected that the person possessed by him is also in a state of being imprisoned.

He kept the gap in the wooden door, looked down at the clothes on his body, and the room behind him that he just woke up from under the light outside the door.

The light from the crack in the door clearly illuminated the room, which was only five or six square meters in size.

On the earthen kang that he got up just now, a blackened quilt core was pushed, and a dozen pieces of clothes, whether clean or dirty, were all piled up at the head of the bed.

The ground under his feet is compacted soil, and some places have been dented by years of trampling.

That's why when he stood up just now, he felt that the ground was uneven, and there were two rice bowls with gaps at the end of the bed.

None of this caught Song Jianyu's attention. The woman standing in the crack of the door looked at all the dirt walls in the room, where there were densely written words written in chalk. There was only one sentence on it, "I want to go home."