Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"Dad?" Song Jianyu looked at the man standing at the door of the room, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked over.

Song Zongming was still standing here.

"Sleeping stupid?" Song Zongming walked into this bedroom, raised his hand and touched his forehead to feel it: "I don't have a fever."

"I..." Song Jianyu embraced the palm that had to be pulled away, looked up at the man in front of him and wanted to say something, and choked up at the first mouth, "I had a terrible dream. You disappeared, you are my father, right?"

Song Zongming hadn't seen his son shed tears for a long time, and when he heard him say that he had disappeared in a dream, he squeezed his cheek hard with his backhand, dumbfounded, "Does it hurt?"

The sore spot on the cheek clearly made the crying person nod hard: "It hurts, it really hurts."

After waking up from the hospital, he didn't cry when he learned that Song Zongming passed away, and he didn't cry when he learned that Shi Hongmei could no longer speak because of too much stimulation.

But now seeing Song Zongming standing in front of him intact, Song Jianyu couldn't help crying.

"Old Song, why did it take you so long to deliver a piece of bread?"

Shi Hongmei came from the dining room wearing an apron suspiciously, and when she entered her son's bedroom, she saw her son holding Lao Song and crying non-stop.

Lao Song met his wife's questioning eyes, opened his mouth and answered her silently, "I didn't provoke it!"

Regarding this, Shi Hongmei said that she didn't believe a word, handed her husband a blank stare and walked in, took the napkin on the table to help her son wipe away tears, "Why are you crying? Did your father bully you? Tell me Mom, I'll clean him up!"

Song Zongming, who was implicated innocently, spread his hands, "I didn't."

Song Jianyu took the tissue to wipe away his tears, looked up at the intact parents in front of the window, "I'm fine, I just had a terrible nightmare."

"Bah, bah, bah! Son, follow me quickly. After having a nightmare, you have to bah, bah, bah! Get rid of all the bad things." Shi Hongmei bawled several times, and turned Song Jianyu's pillow over and patted hard. "And the pillow too, turn it over and we won't have nightmares."

The person sitting on the bed burst into tears and laughed, imitating Shi Hongmei's example and poohing several times.

"Dreams are bad ones, bad ones and good ones. Seeing that you are crying like a cat, get up and get dressed. Dad will take you out to play today."

Seeing his son being coaxed by his wife, Song Zongming finally dared to speak again.

"Okay, I'll get up and change."

Song Jianyu nodded in agreement, and stood in this completely unfamiliar bedroom after seeing off his parents.

On the side of the bed with a width of 1.5 meters, there are posters of Kamen Rider from the ceiling to the floor. On the bookshelf behind the door on the right hand side, there are rows of books he reads every day, and hundreds of Otto Handmade by the Man family.

Neatly arranged in the bookshelf.

Song Jianyu walked to the desk next to his bed, pulled out the chair and sat down, looking at the real test book for the postgraduate entrance examination spread out on the table.

Next to the round table lamp is a photo of a family of three. In the photo, Song Jianyu is only four or five years old, holding a Transformer in one hand and a candied haws in the other. He is hugged by Song Zongming. The three of them are standing in a park This photo was taken by the door.

Outside the bedroom door, Shi Hongmei pulled her husband away from the second bedroom door, and then dragged her to the balcony of the living room.

"What's wrong with my wife? If you want to talk, just say don't pull me."

Song Zongming didn't understand why he was dragged to the corner of the balcony.

Shi Hongmei glanced at the direction from the living room to the bedroom, and beckoned people to lower their heads: "You lower your head a little!"

Song Zongming bowed his head and raised his ears.

"Just now you saw the way Jianyu cried. It's so sad to see him. It must not be as simple as having a nightmare. He has always been unable to hide things. If he had a strange dream, he would have told him immediately. How could we just cry without saying anything!"

Song Zongming nodded again and again, and after approving his wife's words, he did not forget to ask his own question: "Then why is he crying?"

Shi Hongmei thought for a while and said, "Let's take the postgraduate entrance examination. Didn't he fall when he was taking the postgraduate entrance examination last year? This year, it seems that the postgraduate entrance examination is only a few months away. I guess it's because the pressure of study is too great. We don't want to do it during this time." Put pressure on him, it doesn't matter if he passes the exam or not."

"Success! Let's not mention the postgraduate entrance examination in this family."

At home, Song Zongming always listened to his wife's orders.

In the second bedroom, Song Jianyu searched the entire bedroom inside and out.

He found many items that he had no impression of but did exist, most of which were various souvenirs that he bought with Song Zongming.

I also found a photo album of him from childhood to adulthood, which records all the experiences of the three of them in the past 24 years.

The person who looked through the photo album found his current mobile phone under the pillow.

Song Jianyu looked at the digital code lock on the screen, and tentatively entered his birthday number.

The screen is unlocked in a second.

"After I changed the past, didn't the former Song Jianyu have the ability to possess again?"

The person holding the mobile phone looked at the screensaver screen after unlocking the screen, and opened Moments to browse through it while muttering softly.

Opened the photo album again and searched all over again.

It was discovered that the former Song Jianyu had really lived safely until 2022, and had never had any experience of possessing others.

The phone is full of selfies of this guy, as well as stray cats and dogs encountered on the street, and more photos of family members, cooking, shopping, shopping, quarreling, everything.

These are items that Song Jianyu would never store in his phone after he possessed the ability to possess the body. He was afraid that one day the phone would drop or fall on another person with the ability to possess the body, and someone would use the photos or the phone risky behavior with personal information.

Those who are sure of this, open the browser of their mobile phone and enter the serial murder case in Jinjiang City in August 1998.

Reports about the case of that year soon appeared on the screen.

According to the report, after the No. 7 victim was rescued, the murderer completely disappeared into the sea of ​​people. According to the confession of the No. 7 surviving victim, the police spent half a year and found nothing. This case has not been solved until today. , many people suspected that after the No.7 victim escaped alive, the murderer had left Jinjiang City.

Therefore, the police were unable to find his whereabouts in Jinjiang City.

The person holding the mobile phone exited the window, looking at more reasoning about this case and discussions among netizens.

Most of them are conjectures, but one thing is certain, that is, after he rescued Song Zongming and Qin Lan in the middle of the night, the father and son murderers were completely hidden, and they have not committed any crimes so far.

Putting on clean clothes, the person came out of the bedroom and looked at the completely unfamiliar corridor in front of him. It took another half a minute to find the location of the bathroom.

The couple who were having dinner in the distance kept watching Song Jianyu's every move from the corner of their eyes.

Seeing that the other party opened two doors in a row to find the direction of the bathroom, Shi Hongmei became even more worried, "Why don't you take your son to see a psychiatrist?"

The pressure of this postgraduate entrance examination is not ordinary, and I almost don't know my own room.

"Let's go to the hot spring resort for a while in the afternoon, and let him relax in the hot spring." Song Zongming had different opinions on this.

Shi Hongmei thought about it, taking her son to see a psychiatrist would indeed put more pressure on her son, so she immediately agreed with Song Zongming's proposal.

In the bathroom at the other end, Song Jianyu stood in front of the huge mirror, looking at his body and his face in the mirror.

The face is still familiar, that is, the scars on the body have disappeared completely, and there is not a single scratch from the palms to the arms.

The three toothbrush cups were placed side by side. After choosing for a long time, he failed to choose which toothbrush was his own. After opening the cabinet above the sink, he finally found a pair of new toothbrushes that had not been opened.

The person who came out after simply washing his face looked curiously at the family photos hanging in the corridor.

He felt that everything was novel, and the couple felt that everything was wrong with him, and they didn't dare to stay at home for a second.

As soon as I finished breakfast, I took people out.

"Walk around, you've been reading at home every day and haven't exercised, your father and friend gave him some hot spring package tickets, and our family will go to the hot spring."

Shi Hongmei was about to go out with her son.

"Okay, mom, what's the name of our community?" Song Jianyu nodded and found that the house they live in now is not the former Bishui Donghua Community, nor the 1000 million-plus house on the top floor that he bought later.

"Wenli Garden, why are you asking about this?" Shi Hongmei looked her son up and down suspiciously, and asked him with a serious face: "Jianyu, are you really okay today? If you don't feel well, mom will take you to the hospital for a check-up." .”

"Don't..." Song Jianyu hurriedly stopped the other party's plan, and explained, "It's because the dream was too real, so I can't tell which is a dream and which is reality."

"Ouch!" The speaker covered his head from the beating, his face wrinkled into the shape of a bitter melon.

Shi Hongmei put down her palm, put her hands on her hips and glared at him, "Do you know clearly now?"

"It's clear! It's clear!"

Song Jianyu didn't ask those strange topics anymore. When the three of them took the elevator to the parking lot, he memorized the route and his car number.

When the car got out of the gate of the community, Song Jianyu sat in the back row and took a photo with his mobile phone pointed at the gate number of the community.

To prevent him from going out alone next time and not being able to find his way back.

Song Zongming drove the car and took his family of three to the hot spring resort in Nanshan.

At the other end of the Qin family who lived in the same city, a two-year-old baby was sitting on the carpet, holding a bear doll and gnawing it with its small teeth.

Qin Lan came out of the bathroom, saw the doll bear and quickly brought it over, "Baby, this is your uncle's bear, don't bite it casually."

Putting the doll bear aside, Qin Lan saw that the bear's stomach had burst, so she gave her son a helpless look, pinched his fleshy face, and said, "If you break uncle's things, be careful that uncle will arrest you."

Qin Lan held the child in one hand and held the doll bear in the other, walked to the row of cabinets in the living room, found the sewing box there, and tried to help Qin Shiguan sew the doll bear together before he came back.

"what?"

The person sitting on the floor in the living room held the threaded needle and thread against the bear doll's stomach, and vaguely felt something hard under his fingers.

Qin Lan stuck her fingers into the little bear's stomach and took out the folded piece of paper, "Who put this?"