Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

When Qin Shiguan rushed to the hospital, Song Jianyu had just woken up and was sitting cross-legged on the bed in hospital clothes, listening to Mother Song talking to him.

"You said that you are such a big person, you don't even know the time after taking a bath, and you still faint in the pool. Do you know how badly you scared your parents today? Half of your father's hair has fallen out!"

Shi Hongmei poked his head with her fingers, and told him how scary it was to see him floating on the pool when he opened the door in the hot spring villa.

"I just soaked in such a comfortable hot spring. Who told Dad to invite me to soak in such a good hot spring? I couldn't control it for a while and fell asleep."

Song Jianyu didn't expect that when he closed his eyes in the hot spring pool, he would possess Wang Yong from the squid food processing factory.

"You've got it right now. Does your throat still hurt?" Shi Hongmei got angry, thinking that he had been vomited a lot of water by the doctor on his stomach before, so he probably walked out without his answering because of his sore throat, "I'm going to the fruit shop downstairs. Buy some pears, and you'd better sit with me before you come back."

The young man sitting on the hospital bed raised his finger above his head and swore, "Unless the sky falls, I will never get out of bed!"

Seven minutes later, Qin Shiguan opened the door of the ward and walked in, and saw the young man in the blue and white hospital gown standing by the window looking at the maple leaves outside the window, with his back turned to him.

"Song Jianyu?"

The young man with blue and white stripes by the window turned his head. It was a rather young and immature face. He might have just got up from the bed. His soft black hair was in a mess under the quilt, and his tired eyes were wide open. Hei Mou looked at himself at the door.

Song Jianyu looked at the tall young man who appeared at the door, and for a second the corners of his mouth rose, "I thought you forgot me."

"Are you Song Jianyu?" Qin Shiguan walked towards the other party, and when he passed the single hospital bed, he glimpsed three words (Song Jianyu) on the medical record hanging above the bed from the corner of his eye.

After he finished speaking, he clearly saw that the young man by the window put away the smile on his face, and the corners of his raised mouth were pulled down flat, "I am Song Jianyu, who are you? What do you want from me?"

"Qin Shiguan, a policeman from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, I'm here to ask you something."

Qin Shiguan handed the note out of his pocket to the other party, "Do you know this thing?"

The person by the window glanced at the familiar note, then looked up at the man who had walked up to him, "Tell me first, what are you looking for, and I'll answer your question later."

"This note is something that fell from the body of a doll bear. Song Zongming, your father, saved my family in 24 years. Now I suspect that this note is a provocation stored by the real murderer. Listen The nurse at the hospital said that you almost died from drowning at noon today, was it an accident or man-made?" Before Qin Shi was locked in the ward, he had already asked the nurse about the patient's condition.

"My own accident, that note was not placed by the murderer."

"Do you know who put it in?" Qin Shiguan grasped the meaning of what he said just now.

"Son, Dad bought you your favorite curry fish balls."

Outside the door, Song Zongming held the fish balls he had just bought from a convenience store in both hands. When he opened the door of the ward, he saw his son standing with a young man in a denim jacket who was slightly taller than him. After a second, he walked towards the two of them. , "Is this your friend? The young man looks really energetic."

"He is Qin Shiguan, the younger brother of the girl you saved from the serial murderer 24 years ago." Song Jianyu caught the fish ball in Song Zongming's hand, took a bite and then looked in Qin Shiguan's direction, "I Dad doesn’t need to make any more introductions, you’ve all met before.”

"Hello, I'm Qin Shiguan, Qin Lan's younger brother." Qin Shiguan took out his work certificate and handed it to the other party.

Song Zongming looked at the 29-year-old boy on the certificate, and circled around the people a few times in surprise, "I remember you, when you were in the hospital, you held a small toy in your hand all day long, didn't you expect that?" You've grown so big in the blink of an eye."

"Yes, I was five years old at that time." Qin Shiguan was very friendly towards Song Zongming who saved his family.

Song Zongming returned the ID to the other party, and then looked at his son who was holding the bowl and eating hard, his eyes turned around the two of them a few times, "Are you here to see me or Jianyu?"

"Me, he came to talk to me about something." The man who gnawed on the fish ball raised his hand and gave Qin Shiguan a calm look.

"Then you guys talk, I'll go downstairs to find your mother."

He knew that young people like to talk in private now, and Song Zongming didn't stay in the ward so ignorantly, and even helped them close the door when they went out, so as not to let outsiders disturb their conversation.

"Sit down and talk."

The person who was going to be interrogated dragged the two stools in the ward to the window with a calm attitude, telling Qin Shiguan to ask whatever he wanted to know.

"You just said that this note was not written by the real murderer. Do you know who put it in the bear's stomach?" The note was placed between the two of them.

Song Jianyu didn't answer this question directly, but asked about his recent situation, "How are you doing now? How are your family and your sister doing?"

Qin Shiguan frowned at the wrong question. Looking at the young man sitting opposite, he could clearly see that when the other party asked the question, there was no atmosphere of joking, but he really wanted to know about it.

He thought for a while, picked up some unimportant content and told him, "It's not bad, my sister is married. My parents are living at home after retirement. Is this related to what we are going to talk about today?"

Song Jianyu ate the last fish ball, and played with the empty disposable paper cup in his hand, "Let me tell you a story, there was a five-year-old boy who went to work one day when he was in kindergarten. Then his sister died after being kidnapped and humiliated by the wicked. The boy’s parents could not accept the blow. The mother committed suicide by jumping off the building after her daughter’s funeral. The father has since forgotten everyone and is so mentally abnormal that he only remembers to find his wife with daughter.

And the boy became a policeman in pain and self-blame, vowing to catch the real murderer of his sister and other innocent people in his life. "

"Do you have a pen?" The person who had finished telling the story asked calmly.

Qin Shiguan was still thinking about the story he told, so he took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket and handed it to the other party, his mind was full of thoughts about the story the other party told, the beginning was very similar to his, but the ending was completely different.

Song Jianyu opened the pen cap, wrote five words on the note from 24 years ago, and then handed the pen and note to the other party, "This is the original ending of the Qin family."

The tall young man in a blue denim jacket caught the note, looked at the five extra words on the paper, "I am Song Jianyu."

"Although there are 24 years apart, some habits are difficult to change when a person uses a pen for a long time. You should be able to tell that the two handwritings were written by the same person."

Qin Shiguan held up the note to the sunlight outside the window, and the two lines of text lined up side by side had exactly the same movement regardless of whether they were written in a horizontal direction or vertically. It can be seen without an instrument test that it was written by the same person. Write.

The person who put down the note looked at the young man who was five years younger than himself with burning eyes, and asked eagerly, "How did you do it? The words on this note have been authenticated for more than 20 years. Over 24 years!"

At that time, Song Jianyu was not born yet, how did he manage to write this line and put it into the doll bear?

"When my dad rescued your sister back then, he once said that he had a dream about the real murderer and the Niutoushan Reservoir. Actually, I was also there.

My ability is a bit different from his. I occasionally travel back to the past to possess other people. This note was sent to you by the clerk of the gift shop in August 98. This home address is also your previous life. Tell me where you are. "

Song Jianyu told the other party another story about the past and the present.

Half an hour later, Qin Shiguan sat quietly on the chair alone, digesting what the other party said just now.

A certain person who had experienced it four times stood up and patted the other person on the shoulder, "Now Qin Lan has come back to life, and the real murderer has completely disappeared into the sea of ​​people and never committed crimes again. These are all in the past."

"It's passed..." Qin Shiguan raised his head with a pale face, looked at the young man who was five years younger than himself, and thought of the things he said and experienced in his words just now, "What about you? Someone will remember what you have done, no one will know how much effort you have put in to save those people, have you taken it all?"

Song Jianyu was silent for a few seconds before answering his question, "These are not important, the important thing is that your family and my family are alive again."

"After I go back, I will find a way to investigate the owner of Villa No. [-] on Shizhu Road, as well as the real culprit that you have been trying to find. I will definitely help you catch that person!"

If Qin Shiguan wanted to catch the real murderer only because of his sister before, then now he has another reason to catch the real murderer.

Song Jianyu was amused by his serious appearance, "You don't think about the truth anymore? What if I lie to you?"

"You won't." Although Qin Shiguan met the other party for the first time, he had an instinctive intuition that what the other party said was true.

Especially when he said that he escaped from the hands of the three kidnappers, and when he woke up, he saw only the tombstone of Song Zongming, the pain that flashed in his eyes could not deceive anyone.

Qin Shiguan thought of the Qin family in the other party's story. Qin Shiguan, who is now living happily, dare not think about how he returned to Jinjiang City from all the difficulties and continued to search for this matter if all that had happened. case.

The person who left went out of the hospital gate and drove directly back to the place where he lived now.

The person who just opened the anti-theft door heard the lively chatter in the living room at home.

Qin Lan was bringing the freshly made cake from the kitchen, and saw him come back happily, "Look, everyone, it's better to come early than coincidentally. I'll be home as soon as I make the cake."

"Hahahaha Xiao Qin, come and sit down."

Sitting in the living room were Qin Shiguan's own parents and his brother-in-law Zhou Jianming's parents.

After seeing the note during the day, the two of them discussed and discussed that it was the item put in by the real murderer.

Because of this, she was worried that it would be dangerous for Qin Lan to bring the child alone at home, so she called her parents over.

Qin Shiguan put on house slippers, took off his coat and sat in the middle of the crowd, looking at the familiar smiling faces in front of him, the content of the story told by Song Jianyu echoed in his mind from time to time.

Gradually he became firm in his heart, these were his family members, and he would never allow anyone to hurt them again.

In the Sixth City Hospital, Shi Hongmei and her husband walked downstairs for a long time before returning with a basket full of fruits.

In the ward, Song Jianyu had already changed his clothes, and was speechless when he saw them coming back with such a big fruit basket, "We are leaving the hospital now, you bought so many fruits to give away."

"You're leaving the hospital without delaying me to bring it home to eat. Today's fruit store has a special offer and a basket is only 88 yuan!" Shi Hongmei gave him a look that you don't understand.

Song Jianyu spread his hands, expressing that he really doesn't understand this kind of fruit that costs less than 50 yuan in bulk, and it becomes 88 yuan in a basket. Where is the special price?

The family of three came out of the ward, Song Zongming took the medical records to refund the hospital deposit, Shi Hongmei handed the fruit basket to Song Jianyu, and asked him to wait at the door first to go to the bathroom.

The person with the huge fruit basket in both hands walked a few steps and was dissatisfied, then hugged the basket in his arms and stepped out of the hospital gate.

"Oh!"

A blue and white figure descended from the sky and landed in front of him.

The splash of blood caused the crowd around to run in panic, screaming away from them.

Song Jianyu stood at the entrance of the hospital, looking at the face of the young man who was facing his death on the ground, and the other side stared at him without blinking.

"Gululu..."

The fruit basket in his arms was broken somewhere, and the plump fruits fell to the ground one by one and rolled to the ground. The figure closest to the door slowly walked to the open space ahead and squatted in front of the boy.

"Current language!!"

A figure approaching in a hurry quickly pulled away the young man at the door.

Song Zongming and Shi Hongmei surrounded their son, looking anxiously at the blood on his body and examining his body, "Are you alright? Are you injured?"

Song Jianyu looked at the familiar boy not far away with a dazed expression. Hospital security and medical staff rushed over and quickly carried the boy away on the ground.

He couldn't hear anything, and he didn't remember anything, but he remembered the boy's name very clearly before he passed out.

"Zhou Yichen."

At 01:30 in the middle of the night, the person who opened his eyes on the hospital bed quietly turned his head to look at Song Zongming, who was dozing off with his head down, got up silently, turned the doorknob and walked out the door.

The person who arrived at the nurse's station asked in a low voice, "Hi, may I ask if the boy who jumped off the building at the entrance of the hospital during the day has been rescued?"

The two nurses looked at him warily, "I don't know, this has nothing to do with you."

"He is my friend. I came to visit him today. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. I want to know how he is doing now."

"I couldn't save him. His family took him home in the afternoon. Seeing his pale face and difficulty breathing, the staff at the nurse's station quickly stood up and came to help him, and then rang the bell to call the doctor on duty.

"I'm fine, I just need someone to be calm and calm." Song Jianyu refused the nurse's support, and walked slowly towards his ward by himself, leaning on the wall.

People who passed by the door walked through the dark corridor all the way to the French windows of the balcony at the end. The people who opened the windows stood here and looked downstairs. Looking at the height below and the ground that had been cleaned, their chests were full. It hurt like being pinched hard.

He was so hurt that he didn't even dare to recall the scene during the day.

The person who was discharged from the hospital three days later drove Song Zongming's car to the door of an unknown but clean milk tea shop, and brought two cups of full sugar milk tea to the suburban cemetery.

The young man in black standing in front of the cemetery bent down to open a cup of milk tea in his hand and placed it in front of the tombstone.

I opened another cup by myself and took a sip, "Last time, I wanted to say that full sugar is super sweet and super glutinous, which is really bad for the body, so let's just drink it once and don't buy it again."

The boy on the tombstone pursed his lips and listened quietly to his chatter here.

"I'm rich now, so I asked someone to help me find out some things about you. You will probably be very happy in a short time." The person drinking the milk tea said lightly, "I will tell you about it when the time comes."

The person in front of the tombstone raised his head and took another sip, drinking the cup of milk tea that was so sweet and greasy that there was no drop left. The tombstone behind him was on the table. There were flowers, fruits and a cup with a straw in it. Full sugar milk tea that no one will drink.

That night, Song Jianyu once again possessed Wang Yong, the manager of the snack squid processing factory. The middle-aged man who turned on the bedside lamp pushed away the strange woman in his arms, got up, put on his clothes, took his mobile phone and walked to the living room.

After looking inside and outside of Wang Yong's mobile phone, he found the briefcase and personal documents that the other party put on the sofa, and at the same time found a contract that had just been drafted in his bag.

The contract is a clause signed between the snack company and Xingfeng Village. The clause states that the snack processing factory will build two processing factories in Xingfeng Village with an area of ​​more than [-] square meters, and at the same time provide Xingfeng Village with [-] jobs, wages and benefits. Salary compared to other regular employees.

The contract is valid for ten years. Within ten years, Xingfeng Village is not allowed to interfere with any work projects of the processing factory. Without the permission of the processing factory, it is forbidden to disclose the details of the factory's internal cooperation and sewage discharge to the outside world. Any violations will compensate the food processing factory for all losses.

Every year, the factory will pay the local village committee 140 million rent fees, and contract [-] square meters of high-quality paddy fields. The contract will take effect on the date of signing, and the contract will be in triplicate.

Song Jianyu looked at the last page of the contract with a folded A4 paper.

After opening it, it was found that it was an attachment agreement to this contract. In the agreement, after Xingfeng Village was signed as the new address of the food processing factory, the head of Xingfeng Village would be given a rebate of 30 yuan, and the payment would be settled in one lump sum on the day the factory started construction.

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa finished reading everything, turned on his mobile phone and looked at the chat content of collusion between officials and businessmen, took screenshots of these things one after another, put his briefcase on his documents and walked out of the house.

He found a bunch of car keys in his bag, and went to the underground parking lot of the community. The person who pressed the car keys all the way saw the black Land Rover in the distance, raised his eyebrows, walked forward, opened the door and left the community.

I found an advertising printing shop that hadn't closed on the street, copied all the things with paper in the briefcase, and found a local specialty shop that was still open in the old street.

I bought the landscape postcards of Jinjiang City and the new stamps that Jinjiang City will remove this year.

The person who stuffed everything into a brown paper envelope threw everything into a post box on the side of the street.

Song Jianyu drove the car to Jinhe Middle School where Zhou Yichen was alive. He parked the car on the opposite side of the road and lowered the seat back. He sat there and opened Jinhe Middle School's post bar on his mobile phone.

A few days after Zhou Yichen's death, there are still a lot of topics related to Zhou Yichen in the post bar.

He clicked on one casually, and watched a group of minors discussing Zhou Yichen's suicide in the post.

Some people say that child can't bear hardships, and some people say that he looked like a sissy before, but I didn't expect this kind of person to have no psychological endurance at all. No wonder he is a sissy to make a fuss over such a trivial matter.

Some people also said in the post that Zhou Yichen's grades are not good at all, he has no talent at all, and he is memorizing hard every time in class and after class.

Behind the anonymous post bar, there are countless hands holding mobile phones, facing the Internet where no one knows their positive purpose, desperately venting their inner dissatisfaction and complaints.

The dead Zhou Yichen became their best medium and topic, and everyone joked and said superficial regrets.

Zhou Yichen, who had never been rescued by him, had been enduring and avoiding these things.

According to the information he obtained from a private investigator, this time in the hospital was Zhou Yichen's third suicide.

Everyone is telling him, the classmates are playing around, just kidding.

Why is it that you don't have the capacity to tolerate people at all, and you haven't hit you much, just say a few words, why do you hold grudges like this?

Pushing you is just a joke with you. It's not bullying. Children just learn a word and use it blindly, and they say small things like the sky is falling.

Those careless persuasion killed the boy trapped in joking, slapstick, and pettiness three times.

After dawn, the students of Jinhe Middle School began to go to school one after another.

Figures in school uniforms walked into the school gate under the escort of their parents. Song Jianyu moved the car forward, away from the tricycles that rushed over early in the morning to sell breakfast.

The people in the driver's seat waited patiently. When a somewhat burly figure of a student appeared in the field of view, Song Jianyu opened the door and walked towards him.

"Zhu Jiajun."

Zhu Jiajun turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked at the strange middle-aged man who was walking towards him.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

There is still a distance of two to 300 meters from the school gate, and the figure of the campus security guard can be seen in the distance.

"I'm a relative of your uncle's family. I met you at the dinner table last time. Have you forgotten?"

Song Jianyu raised his hand and rubbed his head, then bent down and looked directly at him regardless of the other person's doubtful eyes, "I just saw you at the intersection and thought you looked a bit like you, how is your study going recently? Is there a lot of pressure? "

"It's not big, but which party are you talking about? Why can't I remember you?" Zhu Jiajun was still vigilant towards this enthusiastic stranger relative.

"Just before the Mid-Autumn Festival, I still have things to do today and I don't have time to tell you more. This money is pocket money from your uncle. We will meet again next time."

Song Jianyu took out a few hundred dollars from the wallet without looking at it, stuffed it into the opponent's palm, and then rubbed his hairy head, "Let's go, go to school and study hard."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran across the road, and drove the car away in front of Zhu Jiajun, leaving the gate of Jinhe Middle School.

Zhu Jiajun on the side of the road grabbed the money in his palm, rubbed it with his hands for a while in disbelief, and checked it carefully under the sun, "Wow! Real money!" This person must be a relative of his family!

Really generous, Zhu Jiajun counted the money in his hand and found that there was 600 yuan. The person who put the money in his pocket has already begun to look forward to the second meeting with the other party. If he knew that he was a real relative, he would pretend to be more enthusiastic. Can give him more money.

The person driving away in the distance looked at the student in the rearview mirror and slowly pursed his lips, looking for a place far away from the school to set up the car, and was going to run into him again when the other party was out of school.