Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu looked at the familiar face beside the bed, took a breath and then naturally raised his head to look around, "Where is this?"

"my home."

Agou picked up the medicine box and stood up, "You have been in a coma for a long time and have been given muscle relaxants many times, so it is normal for your body to feel weak now."

A man lying on the ground with no strength, pretending to be ignorant, said, "Didn't I...was kidnapped? Are you a policeman?"

"No."

A Gou looked down at the face that was exactly the same as Song Zongming, and his eyes were flat: "You are just a temporary safekeeping item that someone else put here."

Temporary storage...

Song Jianyu rolled his eyes, thinking that it was no wonder that he and Qin Shiguan couldn't find his body under the villa on Shizhu Road. It turned out that he was moved to the real murderer of 863.

The person who just woke up on the bed grabbed the figure who was about to leave. When the other person turned around and looked at him suspiciously, the person lying on the bed pinched his soft flesh on the side of his waist with the other hand. Tears fell from the pain: "Then you let me go... How much do you want? I'll give you..."

Agou lowered his eyes, looked at the hem of his clothes that was grabbed by someone, and then raised his eyes to look at the palm of the other side of the person under the quilt. You lost your eyes before I returned it, so stop your tears."

Song Jianyu, who pretended to be pitiful, immediately retracted his palms and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The rapid change of attitude made Ah Gou a little caught off guard. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He left the room with the medicine box in hand.

Abandoning Song Jianyu and lying alone on the big double bed in the bedroom, all the strength that had just accumulated in his body was used up like this.

Song Jianyu tried his best to lift his limp right leg, turned over and lay on his side to look at the new environment in front of him.

The room was small, with only a double bed under him, and a wooden bedside table beside the bed.

There is also a stool, probably the chair 863 sat on when he came to give him an injection just now.

Other than that, only the surveillance camera and a light directly above the head are left in this room.

There are no windows, no TV or clock, and it is difficult to tell whether it is day or night just by the lights above your head.

The sound insulation of the room door is also perfect, so perfect that Song Jianyu can hear the sound of his own heart beating in this room.

About an hour later, the person who had been lying on his side without moving, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, opened and closed it in front of his eyes, and made sure that his strength was gradually recovering.

Song Jianyu lifted the quilt and sat up. The person who didn't find his shoes under the bed walked lightly to the bedroom door with bare feet.

Before twisting the doorknob, Song Jianyu looked up at the monitor with a red light above it.

"clatter."

The spring inside the door lock jumped out, and the closed door was opened from the inside.

In front of the personal workbench in the distance, Ah Gou is wearing an apron and standing in front of a pile of soft plaster that has just been mixed.

Wang Chengle, who was kneeling on the ground and wiping the floor, was the first person to hear the sound of the door opening.

The person holding the handkerchief saw with his own eyes the young man who was brought in by the lunatic yesterday, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, walking slowly towards the living room with his bare feet stepping on the floor.

As a lover who has been in love with Yu Shuhui and has killed many scripts together, Wang Chengle watched the owner of that face approach him step by step.

It was like seeing the real culprit that the whole Jinjiang City was trembling with fear 23 years ago, reappearing in front of my eyes.

Song Jianyu didn't pay attention to Wang Chengle's strange eyes, and went straight to the young man who was applying plaster with a shovel.

On the way, he picked up a chair and took the chair to the person sitting in front of the other party. He glanced at the shapeless plaster statue and pressed his chest against his abdomen: "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Agou put down the shovel in his hand, sat up straight and looked at the young man sitting on the opposite chair: "Go get him something to eat."

Song Jianyu raised his eyebrows and sat still.

In the distance, Wang Chengle stood up naturally, walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door.

The food in the refrigerator will be bought by a lunatic once a week for a week. Wang Chengle eats the food left by the other party, and Yu Shuhui in the basement eats the steamed buns that have been stored for a week.

The person standing in front of the refrigerator, looking at the refrigerator full of dishes for the first time, had the idea of ​​not knowing how to choose.

The person who was brought back by the lunatic himself did not know whether he was arrested like them or if he was a guest.

Wang Chengle thought for a long time and finally cooked a bowl of tomato and egg noodles for Song Jianyu.

The person who carefully carried the tray from the kitchen placed the noodles on the coffee table in the sofa area of ​​the living room.

Song Jianyu smelled the aroma of tomatoes and eggs, and walked over spontaneously, picked up chopsticks and started eating.

In front of the workbench a few meters away, Ah Gou devoted himself to smearing new sculptures.

Neither party had a problem with the bowl of egg noodles with tomato.

Wang Chengle's heart hanging in the air finally fell to the ground, and he picked up his rag to clean again.

The three of them were in the same room, doing their own things.

Song Jianyu ate and drank enough, found another bottle of unopened mineral water, returned to the workbench full of gypsum, and asked while drinking: "Can I ask, if the person who entrusted me returns in a short time?" If you don't come, will you let me go?"

"People who walk out from here can only end in two ways."

Agou said indifferently: "One is Jiang Xun, and the other is throwing it sideways. You can make a choice in advance. If Jiang Xun doesn't come back to take you away within ten days, you need to make a choice."

"There are still ten days to think about, so can I ask other questions?"

Erzhoumu got along several times, and Song Jianyu found that 863 was very different from Zhoumu.

He wanted to know why the other party turned into the lifeless look in front of him, and also wanted to know why Jiang Xun'er Zhoumu was so crazy.

Before 863 refused, Song Jianyu began to talk to himself: "How did you and Jiang Xun meet? Do you know why Jiang Xun put me here?"

The first question was automatically skipped by Agou. Before answering the second question, Agou looked at Song Jianyu's face and said calmly, "Because you are Song Zongming's son, and I was one of the real culprits back then. What will happen if the real murderer is put together with the son of the framed person, this is what Jiang Xun wants to see."

"Uh..." Song Jianyu didn't expect the other party to say this answer directly.

The person sitting on the chair saw Song Zongming in the intensive care unit of the city's first hospital, clenched his fists: "Why, why did you frame my father back then? Did he have any grudges against you? Did he ever bully you? Or Has he ever offended you?"

Looking at the angry face, Agou's expression remained unchanged: "There is no reason. If you must have a reason, it is that he just happened to appear there and became a scapegoat. Everything is just a coincidence."

"Coincidence? Chi—" the person on the chair sneered: "If you destroy someone's life, use a coincidence to answer, is human life worthless in your eyes? Is the person in your hands coming back to the world to seek revenge on you?"

The young man in black wearing an apron continued to pile up the plaster on the platform with a blank expression, "I don't know, I haven't thought about it." Those people never appeared in his dreams.

Song Jianyu glanced at the tools on the table, thinking which one was more lethal, why not take the opportunity to kill the other party here.

"You can kill me anytime you want, but I think the effect of the muscle relaxant on your body has not completely subsided. You have to think about what will happen if you fail to kill me."

A Gou knows what the other party is planning without looking.

Song Jianyu finally gave up doing it. What the other party said was correct. On the surface, he seemed to be able to eat and drink. In fact, the current strength of his body was enough to lift the chair above his head.

In the distance, Wang Chengle listened to the conversation between them, and his nervous breathing became short of breath.

Countless times, he wished that the two sides would fight, so that he could also take the opportunity to escape from here.

But to his disappointment, the two talked for a long time but neither of them did anything.

In the evening, Wang Chengle prepared dinner for them respectively. Song Jianyu's personal freedom was not restricted too much, but he could not leave this residence.

Looking out of the window from the sofa area in the living room, you can see a large forest during the day, planted with plants unknown to Song Jianyu. These plants are higher than the closed windows, allowing people to stand in front of the window to see the picture, except A tree or just a tree.

After dinner, I sat on the sofa and looked out, and all I could see were the dark tree trunks outside the window.

Song Jianyu took the teacup he had just finished drinking into the kitchen, and there was a fruit knife that Wang Chengle used to cut fruit just now on the kitchen counter.

The person who put the teacup into the sink picked up the fruit knife and hid it in his sleeve with his backhand before turning around to leave.

863 has been sitting in front of the workbench working on his statue since the afternoon. In the afternoon, it was still a lump of plaster that could not be distinguished. Now, under the sculpting of the carving knife, the facial features belonging to humans have been exposed little by little.

Song Jianyu vaguely felt that the newly sculpted figure resembled him, but he didn't make a sound. People passing by the living room held the handle of the knife in their palms and said to the two people in the living room: "I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go to sleep for a while."

Wang Chengle was clearing the dining table, he nodded subconsciously when he heard it, and then remembered that no one in this house would respond to him.

Ah Gou doesn't like to talk, and ignores the items left by Jiang Xun.

After returning to the bedroom where he came out before, Song Jianyu did not directly take out the knife in his sleeve, but pretended that he hadn't done anything, and naturally lifted the quilt and lay back.

He took out the fruit knife stuffed into his sleeve and hid it under his body. Song Jianyu lay there and moved his hands and feet a little bit, trying to restore all his strength to normal before doing it.

Wang Chengle on the other end entered the kitchen, and immediately saw that the fruit knife he had put on the chopping board disappeared.

Half an hour ago, only one other person had entered the kitchen besides himself.

Wang Chengle, who had his tongue cut off, had a flash of excitement and anticipation in his eyes. After cleaning the kitchen inside and out, he pretended not to know that the knife was missing. When he returned to the living room, he nestled next to the cardboard box in the corner. It's where he sleeps every day.

There was a thunder at midnight, followed by the sound of big trees being blown by the wind and beating against the wall, followed by heavy rain.

In the living room, people who had been busy all day were sitting on the living room sofa holding medical magazines, and they were already tired and closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Song Jianyu came out of the bedroom pretending to be in a hurry to urinate, and the cold blade pressed against his arm brought a chill.

The person who appeared in the living room with bare feet without a sound, held his breath and walked towards the sofa in the living room where only one light was turned on.

In the far corner, Wang Chengle hugged the cardboard box beside him, stared at the figure with lightning eyes, and walked towards the sofa.