Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu stayed in the interrogation room for more than four hours and was repeatedly interrogated by the police. When the police finally stopped interrogation, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the next few days, Song Jianyu didn't have any strange dreams, and just paid attention to the topics about Shen Yutang on the Internet in the school dormitory every day.

At the same time, he joined a mutual point group for liking celebrities' posts. He would get [-] cents for each like, and he would also be provided with ten mobile phone numbers registered with other people's ID cards for free.

Song Jianyu worked continuously for a week, and finally received 300 yuan in navy fees and two usable mobile phone numbers.

When he bought these two numbers, he specifically asked the staff in the studio that this kind of registered mobile phone number used for irrigation and posting is registered with the real name of young people living in mountainous or pastoral areas.

It costs 100 yuan to register. They have cooperated all year round. There are thousands of such accounts in hand. Every day, hundreds of accounts are banned and new accounts are opened. There is no place to check.

The person who took away the two mobile phone cards went to buy a second-hand mobile phone with a black and white screen produced in 04. Most of these mobile phones are now sold as student phones, and they only have the functions of making calls and sending text messages.

It just met Song Jianyu's basic needs, preventing him from not having a suitable phone number to use next time he wanted to call the police or send a report message.

His mobile phone number must never be used to call the police, otherwise the police will be the first to suspect him.

Song Jianyu didn't use a single stamp of the stamp album that his roommate gave him. Instead, he went online to buy a large number of blind boxes of stamps that were matched with the machine.

If he really uses these things in the future, he must never tell anyone, and the roommate's stamp album must never be used.

Shen Yutang's case has been officially accepted by the court. Jinjiang Daily's sixth page has reported the whole story of Shen Yutang's case. I believe it won't take long for the public to hear the good news of Shen Yutang's sentencing.

Song Jianyu sent all the purchased items to his home, and the mobile phone had never been used in front of anyone after it was loaded with the mobile phone number he bought.

New Year's Day is approaching, and festive red lanterns are hung everywhere in the city. Song Jianyu pulls a small grocery shopping cart, and follows Song's mother to pick up sixties, swimming crabs, sauced beef, fried peanuts, Shanghai Qingshui tofu... "

"Mom—there are only two of us, and we can't finish eating so many dishes."

Seeing that the trolley in his hand was almost full, Song Jianyu hurriedly grabbed Song's mother in front of him.

Song's mother glanced at the small cart, "Where are we going now? Aren't you on vacation for three days? Let's buy back all the food for the three days at once, so as to save the need to make another trip next time."

The result of the shopping spree is that their refrigerators are full of cooked dishes.

Except for eating fresh vegetables on New Year's Day, Song Jianyu spent the rest of the time digesting the leftovers.

In the early morning of the third day of the New Year's Day holiday, Song's mother had already gone out to open the shop door, and the people sleeping in the second bedroom opened their eyes after hearing the sound of the door closing.

The first reaction of the person who opened his eyes was pain, and every part of his body was piercingly painful, as if someone had been hammered inch by inch from his toes to his head with a hammer.

Even the eye sockets were painfully painful, Song Jianyu barely opened his eyes and saw that his perspective was facing the light walnut-colored floor, toys, socks, coats, and pillows were all on the same level in his perspective.

"?" The person lying on the floor of the living room barely supported his arms and sat up.

His eyes went straight through the sundries on the ground, and landed on the sky above the sofa in the living room, on the intimate wedding photo.

No one in the Song family would take such a wedding photo, this is not his family.

Song Jianyu propped himself up on the ground and wanted to stand up, and it looked better.

As a result, the person stood up, but the person standing in the living room had red and swollen eyes, and there were marks of being beaten by belts all over the back of his arms and legs. What's more, his lower body was wearing a pair of black with red floral pattern. skirt.

The length of the skirt reached the knees, and the person who had just stood up bent down with a blank mind to pick up the fluttering skirt.

"Have I become a woman?" Song Jianyu put down the fluffy fabric in his palm, looked around and quickly found the direction of the bathroom.

Rushing over, turning the door open, the person standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the haggard and miserable face in the mirror, gasped in disbelief.

"Damn it! Which bastard beat labor!"

The person standing in front of the mirror leaned over to study the injury on his face.

This is a young woman's face upon closer inspection, but the blue marks on her eye circles and the bruises at the corners of her mouth have ruined this mature woman's face.

Coupled with her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, she looked extraordinarily embarrassed and pitiful.

A thin figure stood silently at the door of the bathroom, looking up at the person in the mirror.

Song Jianyu was grinning and looking at the wound in his mouth. The man's lower right tooth was swollen and big due to the force.

As soon as he touched it with his finger, the person in front of the mirror was hurting, sucking in air, and then saw the little girl standing not far behind him.

Song Jianyu quickly put down his hand, tugged at the skirt on his body and smiled: "Hiss... ah..." and turned to look at the person coming.

"Mother--"

The little girl rushed over with her arms outstretched and hugged his thigh.

"!" The person who was hugged suddenly took a deep breath secretly to endure the pain in his body, and then hugged each other gently: "Baby, how are you."

A 23-year-old young man's brain was frantically scanning his vocabulary.

Don't scare other people's children when you are possessed.

Fortunately, when the kid heard his greeting, he raised his head without feeling strange at all, touched the wound on his cheek lightly with his little hand, and his big black pearl-like eyes glistened with tears: "Mom, don't cry, Lele will help you blow it!" It won't hurt anymore."

"Hey, our Leleke is awesome, are you hungry?"

Song Jianyu picked up the child on the ground, found the direction of the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and found that the food inside was neatly arranged.

It can be seen that the owner is a small expert in home furnishing, and Song Jianyu also found bread and milk from it.

He put the kid named Lele on the chair, went to get four slices of bread by himself, and heated the milk before putting it in front of the other person.

"Eat it, if it's not enough, I'll make it for you."

Although he didn't know why he wasn't a murderer or a kidnapper this time, if he just came to take care of a child, Song Jianyu had no objections.

Just experience the life of raising a daughter in advance.

"Mom eats too." Lele tore the bread into pieces and handed it to him to ask him to eat with him.

"Lele is so good, mom is not hungry." If he eats too much and goes to the bathroom, he will not be able to pass the psychological test.

The kids are so cute, and someone’s own body really hurts like hell. After coaxing the kids for a while, he started looking for the medicine box all over the room.

Finally, in a bedside table in a bedroom, I found the medicine box.

The person who opened the box, looking at the red medicine and painkillers inside, knew that the owner of the body was probably injured a lot on weekdays.

The person carrying the medicine box walked into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the toilet. After treating the wound on his face, the person holding the cotton swab dipped in red medicine looked down at the smooth calf in silence.

"Don't look at evil, I just give you a medicine, I really don't have other ideas, I hope you don't take offense, the doctor only has patients in his heart, no gender, although I am a temporary doctor—"

The person sitting on the toilet chattered and applied the medicine to all the wounds on his legs, and then applied the medicine to the painful areas on his back and lower back in front of the mirror.

The person who had been in the bathroom for half an hour was so tired that he applied the potion to all the wounds on his body.

In the middle, Song Jianyu even swallowed two ibuprofen to relieve the pain. This unknown woman had countless old injuries besides new ones.

When he finished all this and came out of the bathroom, the kid who was holding a milk cup outside the door immediately stood up and looked at her nervously.

"Why are you standing here?" Song Jianyu rubbed the opponent's little head, and pulled him to the sofa in the living room.

Lele, who was only five years old, swallowed her milk and explained in a low voice: "I'm worried that my mother will faint in the bathroom."

"Lele is so smart, can you tell mom who hurt mom?"

During the process of taking the medicine just now, Song Jianyu had always had doubts, but he hadn't received an accurate answer yet.

Now under his gaze, the child turned his head slowly, looking at the wedding photo above the sofa, "It's Dad."

Now Song Jianyu was sure that the person whose body he occupied in his sleep was really a woman who was suffering from domestic violence.

Today is the third day of the New Year's Day holiday. Song Jianyu learned from a child that he doesn't have to go to school today, and he is so seriously injured now, so he turned on the TV in the room and accompanied him to watch the "Little Pig Pei" for a day. strange.

At noon, Song Jianyu cooked another simple meal for the other party, and accompanied the other party to dry all the clothes in the washing machine.

While the children were taking a nap, Song Jianyu simply searched the room inside and out, and finally found a fruit knife under the pillow in the master bedroom.

The person who took out the fruit knife sat in the living room and looked at the reflective blade, sighing secretly.

"So this time, am I dressed as a domestic violence woman who is about to commit a crime?" No need to think about it, this woman wants to do something to someone.

Song Jianyu put the knife back to its original place, and then sat on the sofa watching cartoons alone. He had no intention of going to sleep, but waited patiently for something.

When the clock turned to six o'clock in the evening, Song Jianyu made another dinner for the children and himself. The mother and daughter cooked all the ingredients in the refrigerator into a tomato-flavored hot pot. The child inquired what time the man would arrive home.

He hurriedly drove the child into the second bedroom, and gave her homework for three books in one go, telling her to do her homework honestly inside no matter what happened outside.

He also put all the milk, bread, and apples in the refrigerator into the second bedroom, then locked the door of the room and went back to the living room sofa to sit down alone.

As soon as he sat down, there was the sound of the living room door key turning outside the door.

A tall man in a dark blue suit opened the door and came back from the outside.

After changing into slippers in the shoe cabinet, he walked to the center of the living room and looked at his wife sitting on the sofa with a bruised nose, and then looked back at the empty dining table.

"Touch!" A black mobile phone was thrown towards Song Jianyu's head.

"Hua Yaqi! Where's my dinner? You spend my money eating and drinking my food at home all day long! You can't even make a simple meal for me! It's because I didn't call enough yesterday, right? ! It’s not enough for you to remember who is in charge of this family, right!”

The man with a green face, like a roaring bull, rushed towards Song Jianyu who was sitting on the sofa.

The man who hadn't slept all this time smiled, raised his face full of evidence of domestic violence, slowly pulled out the rolling pin he found in the locker from the cushion behind him, and fought back as well.

He sat here all day, waiting for this moment.

The author has something to say:

Song Jianyu: Call first, then talk.