Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Zhang Wei looked at the girl who was the eldest just now, and now even his eyes became timid. He pursed his lips and sat in front of him nervously, holding the pillow in his arms tightly from the private room next door.

"Xiao Yue, the corpse has been at home for two days. Are you really planning to escape like this for the rest of your life, or leave here and choose another rooftop to jump off?"

Scar held the phone in his hand, and told the stubborn girl on the chair word by word what Song Jianyu wrote before he left.

"I've already inquired with this lawyer Zhang just now, and he said that you are only 15 years old and you will not go to jail." Dao Scar performed blushing for a while, and then blushed for a while, and he sang a play by himself.

Under his coaxing, Xiao Yue finally told her story to the lawyer.

Her story is more detailed than Song Jianyu's description just now, and she is more able to answer any questions Lawyer Zhang may ask.

An hour later, Xiao Yue went out to wash her face, and only Zhang Wei and Dao Scar were left in the office.

Zhang Wei consolidated the temporary information in his hand, thinking about the completely different reactions and attitudes of the girl named Xiao Yue just now, he thought for a while and asked, "If she has a mental illness, how can this case It will be handled better, have you taken her to the hospital for a mental examination?"

Dao Scar was stunned, and gave him a blank look, "You have mental problems, Xiao Yue has no problems!"

"The state she was in just now is obviously schizophrenia. Are you sure you don't think about it anymore?" As a former lawyer, Zhang Wei still hopes that the other party will think about it again.

"Don't think about it, she's normal. It's hard to explain this kind of thing to someone who just interviewed you. After you handle this case, if our boss is willing to keep you, then you will know what it means."

After washing her face, Xiao Yue came out, looked at the two men she just met standing in the office, sniffed, "I'm ready."

"Go ahead, no matter how the police ask you, you should answer according to the question I just asked you, and never take the initiative to start other topics." Zhang Wei has already sorted out for the other party. After she enters the police station, the police will ask. all questions.

In the next week, Song Jianyu never dreamed that he was possessed by the person named Xiao Yueren. He had already found a house in an apartment building more than 20 kilometers away from his home.

Song Zongming and Shi Hongmei wanted to come and take a look at everything they said, and they were not satisfied with anything in his [-]-square-meter room.

It's a pity that this is the room chosen by the son himself. The second elder helped him bring the luggage over, watched him buy the necessary daily necessities, and left here after making sure that his life was fine.

This is how Song Jianyu's independent life began. He took out his bank card and mobile phone balance and counted it. Unlike himself when he needed to work in a courier shop, he now has 10,000+ in his account. deposit.

I don't know how he saved it before, Song Jianyu paid a year's rent at a time, went to a stall in the farmer's market, and bought ten of the loudest alarm clocks in one go.

After returning home, he tested the volume of the alarm clocks one by one. When the three alarm clocks rang at the same time, he heard the sound of kicking the wall next door. When the six alarm clocks rang at the same time, there was a knock on the door.

He adjusted the ten alarm clocks to ring at the same time, and the impatient knock on the door just now turned into a kick.

The people sitting on the sofa turned off the alarm clocks one by one, picked up the newly bought kitchen knife, walked to the door of the room, and pushed the door open.

The neighbor who was disturbed by the alarm clock was standing outside the door. The neighbor was standing outside the door with a grumpy face, waiting for the door to open. When he was about to swear, he caught a glimpse of Song Jianyu's expressionless face and his hand. With the kitchen knife in his hand, the swear words softened as soon as they reached his lips, "Brother, please be quiet, the sound insulation in this apartment is not very good."

"I was testing the alarm clock just now, is there anything else?" Song Jianyu asked.

The neighbor shook his head decisively and backed away, "No problem! Your alarm clock is loud enough! I like it!"

After the door was closed, Song Jianyu put the kitchen knife on the shoe rack without changing his face, went back to the room and sat on the chair, spread out the paper and used a pencil to draw the appearance of Jiang Xun and 863 the real murderer.

He was afraid that the other party hadn't appeared for a long time, so if he didn't remember it now, when he really appeared in front of him in the future, he would have completely forgotten about him.

People who are new to painting, looking at their failed works after a few hours, had to turn on the computer, find an online painting teaching and pay for it, and plan to study online every day from now on.

At noon three days later, Song Jianyu was lying in his apartment taking a nap when a thunderstorm woke him up.

The person who opened his eyes took a skillful look at the cobweb-strewn ceiling above his head, and looked around from the corner of his eye.

I saw that I was not the only one here, but there were two or three adult males playing cards sitting beside me.

Song Jianyu sat up, looked at those people calmly, and took advantage of the situation to see where he was.

It was a surprise to find that this place was familiar to him.

This is the abandoned movie theater where he used to hide his mobile phone and letters. He searched the movie theater several times to hide those things, so he is quite familiar with this place.

"Old Guo woke up, you have been sleeping for a long time, just as you come to play cards, brother, I will go to sleep for a while."

One of the card players saw Song Jianyu who had woken up and sat still, and called him out.

Song Jianyu stood up and walked towards the other party. The man gave up the abandoned oil barrel he was sitting on just now, "Come on, come on, Lao Guo also takes this money, kill them!"

He deserves to be two grown men around a small square table.

When the two of them heard such cruel words, the man who shuffled the cards turned yellow, and gave Song Jianyu a disdainful look with a cigarette in his mouth, "Old Guo's card skills, if given another three years, it is impossible for him to beat me. If you sleep, go to bed quickly, and stop disturbing our card game here."

"Made, you won me 600 yuan just now and now you are going to drive me away. You are really not brothers."

The person who gave way cursed and walked away.

The people who shuffled the cards began to deal out the cards. Song Jianyu couldn't figure out why they were here, and he didn't ask casually.

Thinking about what the group of people said just now that Lao Guo's poker skills were bad, he deliberately made several wrong hands during the next game, and lost all the change that the person who left before him gave him.

"Stop playing! Lao Guo's poker skills are too bad!"

The person who has been shuffling the cards is tired of this kind of card game that has no sense of accomplishment at all. He stands up and kicks the cards over and walks to the back of the factory building, "I'll be back in a while."

Song Jianyu didn't know what Lao Guo's original personality was. In order to pretend to be natural, he had to squat on the ground and pick up all the cards that had been kicked over.

Another young man who played cards sat still, lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes to look at Lao Guo who was squatting on the ground picking up cards. Soon there was a woman crying from behind the factory building. Huang Liangdiao raised his neck and rushed The person in that place raised his voice, "Slow down! If calling the police destroys our plan, I will kill you first, and then kill that woman!"

The crying in the distance became much smaller on the spot.

Song Jianyu picked up all the cards on the ground, and helped up the fallen table. After placing the cards on it, he looked at the collapsed gate in the distance, and turned to talk to the young man sitting on the oil drum. Explain, "I'm going out for a walk, it's too boring here."

"Go, don't go far for a while, the boss will be back."

"I'll just pee at the door and come back."

After Song Jianyu explained, he walked towards the collapsed gate as if nothing had happened, and kept looking around from the corner of his eye as he walked.

He had only been to this movie theater some time ago. At that time, he went directly to the second floor from the steps on the first floor at the corner. This group of people now occupies the first floor of the ticket hall of the movie theater.

He walked out of the collapsed gate on the first floor, stood there and looked into the corner along the green plants.

The steps to the second floor are there, and his hidden cell phone and cash are also in the radio room on the second floor.

The person who was thinking about whether to go to the second floor to get his mobile phone heard the sound of a motorcycle and approached him.

Soon a black motorcycle carried two people in delivery clothes into the abandoned cinema.

After one of them came in, he took off the helmet on his head, and looked suspiciously at Song Jianyu who was standing at the door, saying, "What is Lao Guo doing here? He's a door god."

While speaking, a helmet was thrown over.

Song Jianyu pretended to be in a hurry to catch the black helmet, and pointed to the hall behind him falteringly, "I'm working, I don't want to hear it."

"Fuck, that kid can't control his lower body all day long!"

The speaker gave a severe pooh, passed Song Jianyu and walked towards the cinema hall.

Another young man parked the motorcycle, took off the helmet on his head and threw it into Song Jianyu's arms, brushing up his hair, which was less than three inches long, "Old Guo, you have never played with women at your age. , you can't do it, can you?"

After finishing speaking, the other party laughed and raised his hand quickly, squeezed Song Jianyu's hand hard, "This thing will soon be useless if you don't use it anymore."

Song Jianyu's face was deformed by the pinch, and he hesitated and said nothing while holding the two helmets in his arms.

Fortunately, this person didn't intend to talk too much, so he entered the door after joking.

After he left, Song Jianyu endured the pain and stood up straight, then turned around and walked to the ticket hall.

Before leaving, he glanced at the hidden steps leading to the second floor.

In the empty ticket hall, the young man who was sleeping before was also woken up.

Now including Song Jianyu, there are six people standing in front of the small square table.

There is no mirror here, Song Jianyu can't tell how old the owner of his body is, but the five people in front of him look at the face, the youngest is 27 or 35 years old, and the oldest is about [-].

Six people, and the movement of the woman just now from the far corner, it is not sure whether there is one person or several people there.

Just when Song Jianyu was guessing what the purpose of this group of people was, a heavy object was thrown towards his front, and Song Jianyu subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.

"Old Guo, you go, tell the people over there to be quiet, and tell her that if the trouble continues, we will tear up the ticket when we get the money."

Song Jianyu lowered his head, looked at the can of eight-treasure porridge caught in his hand and nodded, "I'll tell."

He took the cans and walked towards the back of the film studio, bypassing the group of chairs that were piled up to the ceiling, and finally saw what the person behind who made the sound just now looked like.

A long-haired woman in a snow-white loose dress sat on the ground with her slightly protruding belly in her arms, her face was red and swollen from being beaten.

When Song Jianyu knelt down and approached the other party, the other party pressed one hand on his stomach and looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Please don't..."

Song Jianyu didn't say a word, skipping over her calf covered in bruises and purple fingerprints, opened the lid of the can of eight-treasure porridge in his hand, handed it to her and looked around.

Behind here is the toilet of the film studio, about 50 meters away from the five people in the distance.

Zhao Juan picked up the canned food and started to gobble it up. She has been kidnapped for two days and she has not eaten a drop of water except for one canned food yesterday.

Taking advantage of her eating time, Song Jianyu walked into the bathroom and looked up at the plastic ceiling above, where there was a small vent.

According to the shape of the building he saw outside just now, the radio room where he hid his things should be above the bathroom.

"Old Guo, can you stop talking about this when we are eating?" Huang Liangdiao held the freshly made instant noodles in his hand, and when he came up, he slapped him on the back of the head, and kicked the rolled paper thrown on the ground beside him to his feet, " You are blind with such a big roll of paper!"

Song Jianyu, who was not blind, bent down to pick up the roll of paper, and explained honestly, "I didn't see it just now."

"Okay, hurry up!"

The other person was too lazy to listen to what he was talking about here, so he waved his hand to tell him to go away.

Song Jianyu rolled with the roll of paper in his arms, and returned to where the woman was. He entered the bathroom behind her, closed the door and chose a cubicle, stood on the toilet and stretched his hands carefully to push the ventilation above his head. mouth.