Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

It has been half a year since Song Jianyu moved, and there is no sign of going out to find a job yet.

The last time Song Zongming brought his wife to visit him, both the couple were frightened by the haggard appearance of their son.

After that, I would come to visit once a week, or call him ahead of time on Friday night, and ask him to go home for a big meal on Saturday before going back to the apartment.

After half a year, the couple felt relieved when they saw their son's face being fed like this, and his chin became round again, and they didn't care about his job hunting situation. In short, they didn't put any pressure on him.

Song Jianyu, who had never lived such a happy life as a family of three in the past few weeks, couldn't help but indulge in it, and only wanted to live like this for as long as possible.

The unfinished case of 863 has been silent in this week, without any clues. He Yang only dreamed about it once and never saw him again.

When summer came, Song Jianyu put away all the thick quilts on the bed in the small apartment, and took down the curtains to clean them. He folded all the old clothes on the hangers and put them in the bottom of the closet. The bed was made, and the person who had just showered lay on it.

The window next to the head was opened to the maximum, and the cool wind blew onto the bed, bringing the smell of washing powder on the curtains drying outside the window into the room. The person who was lying on the small bed wanted to relax for a while, but he fell asleep in the blink of an eye. past.

Song Jianyu didn't wake up until the afternoon, and the person who opened his eyes looked at the strange room in front of him, and lay down habitually, with only his eyes looking around.

The room was dark, and the door in the distance was not closed. From the light coming from outside the door, it could be clearly seen that this was a girl's room.

On the dressing table not far away, there are still a lot of cosmetics and jewelry, and on the hooks on the wall are several women's backpacks of different lengths.

After making sure there were no other humans in the room, Song Jianyu sat up.

Something fell from his arms and landed on the quilt.

The person who propped his hands back on the bed board looked down at the thing that fell from his arms. A black photo frame the size of an A4 paper was lying on the quilt with his back facing him.

Song Jianyu turned sideways to turn on the switch at the head of the bed. After the dark bedroom became brighter, he also picked up the photo frame and turned it over to look at the front.

A black and white posthumous photo appeared in his palm.

The person holding the photo frame looked at the expressionless face in the photo, and felt chills running down his back, and the person who put down the posthumous photo at the fastest speed ran and jumped from the girl's bedroom. out.

The picture in the living room made Song Jianyu's scalp tingle even more.

His current complexion was as pale as the overhead light above his head.

In this living room where people should have lived, on the three-person coffee-colored fabric sofa, sat a large paper figurine wearing a human suspender skirt.

The pale paper figurine was made into a life-size figure. The facial features drawn with a brush, the black lacquered eyeballs and bright red lips, combined with the slightly skewed nose line, made Song Jianyu rise from the soles of his feet. There was a chill.

This is not the scene that shocked his vision the most.

Because in the living room, apart from the paper figurine who can be seen as a woman through the clothes, there are countless paper money, paper books, paper candies, and paper snacks for the dead on the coffee table.

There is even a paper cat drawn on white paper with a brush at the foot of the paper figurine.

Directly opposite the sofa, where the TV cabinet and TV were originally placed, now there is a villa made of three layers of paper.

How tall is this three-storey villa? Song Jianyu endured the horror and fear and walked over, and saw that the villa was so tall that it almost reached the ceiling at a close distance. The person standing in front of the paper villa raised his hand to gesture.

The height is about [-] meters, and the height of most residential buildings is [-] meters.

The area of ​​this villa is not only tall, long and wide, but also about one meter long. The entire shell of the villa is painted with a lot of red and yellow, and there are couplets on each door.

Song Jianyu stood in front of the villa, just in time to see the picture inside the villa on the second floor.

The fake window made of hard paper was not closed tightly. He gently pushed it open with the palm of his hand and found that behind this window was a girl's bedroom.

There was a small pink bed in the bedroom, and a sauerkraut jar as big as his hands were placed on the bedside pillow.

The bedside table is also made of paper, and the position and shape of a switch was thoughtfully drawn on the top.

The more Song Jianyu looked at it, the more he felt that this room was vaguely familiar. He put down his palm that had been pressing on the window, and turned to look at the girl's bedroom where he came out just now. "Isn't this basically the same?"

He ran back, glanced at the room with the photo on the bed, and then at the bedroom decoration in the paper villa that occupied half of the living room.

"It really is exactly the same."

After confirming that the two rooms were exactly the same, Song Jianyu let go of his hands and rubbed the goose bumps on the back of his hands.

This room is too creepy, how can there be so many items used by the dead in their own living room.

He raised the hands of the owner of his current body, and the owner of these hands seemed to be around 60 or [-] years old.

The color of the back of the hand is sallow and sallow, with many wrinkles.

Song Jianyu searched the house for a while, and found the direction of the bathroom. The person standing in front of the sink looked at the old face and gray hair in the mirror, "At least 55 years old."

Looking at the man in the mirror, Song Jianyu estimated the man's age.

This room is too quiet, every time I look up or do something, all I see from the corner of my eye are objects used by the dead.

When Song Jianyu came out of the bathroom, he didn't know where to turn his eyes. He saw that there was a door next to the girl in the photo. He pushed it in and turned on the light.

"Thank goodness it's a normal room!"

This room is very simple, only a double bed with a bedside table, and a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe against the wall.

It wasn't very neat and tidy, but there were no photos or paper figurines on the bed. This made Song Jianyu's timid heart beat a little slower.

The old man sitting by the bed patted the big bed under him, and looked up at the door that was not closed tightly.

You can see the brightly lit picture of the living room from the crack of the door.

Song Jianyu sat there quietly watching for a while, and when he got used to accepting this weird scene, he stood up and picked up the pillow on the bed to look for his mobile phone. He also opened the bedside table and rummaged through it, but he couldn't find this person's phone number. cell phone.

The person who left the master bedroom looked at the second bedroom next door and thought for a few seconds before walking in.

In the girl's bedside cabinet, two mobile phones were found.

The person who came out with a mobile phone in one hand wanted to find a place to sit down and study the mobile phone, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the paper figurine sitting on the sofa in the living room, and silently retracted his feet and turned into the master bedroom. The person sitting by the bed first tried to unlock the screen password of the dark green phone case on the right.

The person who pressed his finger on it quickly saw a line of wrong passwords.

He tried it with several other fingers, but the password was all wrong, and a prompt popped up on the screen.

[If you enter the wrong password five times in a row, you will not be able to unlock it temporarily. Please try again in half an hour. 】

Song Jianyu had no choice but to put down this phone, choose another phone with a light pink phone shell, and hopelessly clicked on the screen and looked at the facial recognition code on the top to unlock it.

Turn on the camera and place your current face in the camera, and with a "click", the screen is unlocked successfully.

Song Jianyu: "..."

Who would have thought that the old man possessed by him would like pink phone cases at such an age.

On the screen of the unlocked phone was a photo of the two of them standing in front of a swing.

The old man on the left is himself, and the person holding his arm on the right is himself in the posthumous photo next door.

The person holding the mobile phone glanced at it and swiped over, opened the photo album of the other party and arranged it according to time, "Haven't you taken any new photos in seven months?"

Song Jianyu opened the most recent one, which was a table of delicious dishes taken by the other party seven months ago, and a girl with a bright smile holding chopsticks in front of the dinner table.

Then open the other party's circle of friends, and the name of the longest contact note on the top says [daughter].

This daughter's message was last sent this morning.

The person sitting by the bed opened the dialog box, and at a glance, all of them were sent to his daughter by the original owner of this body.

"The sun is out today, and it's a bit cold after raining at night. Remember to wear an extra coat so you don't get cold."

"The finale of this TV series is just like what you said, there is no innovation at all, and I fell asleep on the sofa after watching it."

"I overslept at work in the morning, and when I hurried out to tell you to get up quickly, I suddenly remembered that you were not at home."

"Uh……"

"Uh..." Song Jianyu scrolled up and down until half a year ago, when the daughter replied to her father's content for the last time.

Be careful, the person sitting by the bed clicked on the voice and heard the clear voice of the girl, "Dad, I bought you an amazing birthday present today, hehe. I will go home to spend with you at noon tomorrow Birthday, now you can guess what I will give you, if you guess right, I will give you another gift!"

Then the daughter, who was going home to celebrate her father's birthday, never sent any more messages.

In the next six months, all the messages were unilaterally sent by her father to the other party.

None of those messages have been read.

After reading the father's one-sided message, from the beginning when he begged his daughter to reply, to asking himself why she didn't mean what she said, to the current calm and calm, it seems that her daughter just went to a place far away. Place, as usual sent greetings caring words.

The person who closed the phone turned his head to look at the dark green phone on the bed that he failed to unlock.

The owner of this mobile phone has been dead for half a year, but her mobile phone has been fully charged by her family members. Anytime, anywhere, a father will continue to send messages to the person who will never read it.

"Are you trying to commit suicide?"

Song Jianyu walked out of the master bedroom with two mobile phones in his arms, stood in the living room and looked at the female paper figurine sitting under the sofa light.

It seemed that this paper figurine was the imitation of the other party's daughter. Song Jianyu walked to the huge paper villa again, opened the window before, and looked at the ashes jar on the bed.

The other party didn't know what happened in an accident, and he was not buried after his death. Instead, he was left at home like this, and accompanied his father day and night for a long time.

Song Jianyu pushed open the door of the second bedroom, turned on all the lights, and looked at this well-kept bedroom.

Walking to the bedside, he picked up the photo frame of the posthumous photo. Looking at the expressionless girl in the photo, he thought for a while and used the mobile phone on his body to make a call to Scar.

"Scar, are you asleep?"

Scar was about to close the door and go home to sleep on his own health sleep.

The person holding the key stood at the door and heard the familiar tone, and immediately shuddered, "Boss, it's so early in the day, ghosts can't sleep, is there a new task for me?"

"Yes, are you passing by? I'll be there soon."

Song Jianyu took the deceased's mobile phone and put it in his pocket, found a pair of out-going shoes, put them on and walked out of the house.

Before leaving, he took the door key of this house and also remembered his house number.

Passing by the door, Zhao Juan was just getting off work and was about to go home. When she came out of the store, Scar was about to lock the door when she received a call.

Zhao Juan, who was walking towards the distant road with her back turned to Scar, heard Scar behind her shouting "Boss" to the person on the phone.

Zhao Juan stopped walking. She stood on the spot and turned around silently. She waited until Scar had finished making the phone call before she spoke, "Are you going to work overtime? It just so happens that I have nothing to do when I go home."

The person who was talking, before Scar could react, pushed open the passing gate that had just been closed, walked in and turned on the light.

Dao Scar was stunned for a moment, and walked in with the key in his hands, "It's nothing serious. The boss said that the problem is not complicated and probably won't require so many people."

Zhao Juan didn't want to leave. She hadn't seen that boss since the last time. When she was in the police station, she also saw the kidnapper who rescued her back then, and she didn't look familiar at her.

Neither of them wanted to leave, and both wanted to help Song Jianyu.

Four or 10 minutes later, Song Jianyu's taxi stopped at the passing door, and the co-pilot came out and waved at Scar inside the door, "Scar helps me pay the taxi fare."

"Let me do it."

Zhao Juan, who was well prepared, had scanned the passing residents countless times with her eyes. When Song Jianyu got out of the car and called out Scar's name, she was the first to stand up and open the door and walk out.

Hearing the payment of the fare, he calmly took out his mobile phone and walked towards the taxi driver over there.

Song Jianyu couldn't help but look at her more.

When she came back, she skillfully opened the door and walked in into her small office cubicle, still a little surprised, "Are you working here?"

Zhao Juan nodded confidently, "I was recruited according to the recruitment announcement. I went through an interview and an internship period, and now I am a regular employee here."

The person who spoke also looked at the completely unfamiliar face in front of him, once again realizing the mystery of the other party.

"Dao Scar, do you know anyone who can help me crack the lock screen password of this phone." Song Jianyu took out the dark green phone in his pocket and handed it to the knife beside him. scar.

"This is simple, when do you want it, boss?"

"The sooner the better, can it be before noon tomorrow?" Song Jianyu is now thinking about his body, unless he is necessary to wake up, he will stay on the possessed person for a day and a half at most before leaving.

If the time goes on, it will have a serious impact on his own stomach.

"Success! Boss, wait!"

Scar took his mobile phone and went to make a call, and soon a man with a small backpack and mischievous eyes came passing by, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Brother Scar, your phone is locked." The young man opened his bag, took out a connecting cable from inside, connected the phone in Scar's hand with his own connecting cable, and fixed the problem on the screen in three seconds. password.

"Is it okay so soon? Can this unlocking be restored again?" Song Jianyu stood beside Scar at some point, looking at the tool in the other's hand.

Meeting the sizing eyes of this person, he smiled, "Is it difficult?"

Gu Zhan shook the yellow hair on his bangs, "It's not difficult, but is this phone yours?"

He thought it belonged to Brother Scar, so he hurried over to work with the box.

"Snapped!"

Dao Scar slapped him on the head with a weak hand, "Talk better, this is the boss of my family, called Big Brother."

After teaching the younger brother, Dao Scar explained to Song Jianyu, "This kid used to be a pickpocket. A few years ago, after mobile payment became popular, he didn't have any business. He turned around and started a mobile phone film part-time job. As soon as these people get the mobile phone, they throw the card to unlock it and launder it, and then flow the mobile phone into the second-hand market.”

When Gu Zhan got the scar, he immediately became honest and explained obediently to Song Jianyu, "It's easy to untie it, but it's a bit difficult to restore it. I can't do it right now with the technology."

Song Jianyu thought for a while, and then asked a question he wanted to know, "I saw that kind of copy card on TV. For example, after this phone card is copied by you, you use another mobile phone to put the copy card. You can also see all the behaviors of this machine, can you do this?"

Gu Zhan did not answer, but took a look at the office first, and checked the faces of Zhao Juan and Song Jianyu who were sitting not far away several times, and then lowered his voice and approached Song Jianyu, "Brother , are you trying to steal other people's cards? If you get caught, you will go to jail."

They sell second-hand mobile phones, and when they are caught, they just shake their heads and say that they don’t know the source of the goods. But most of what Song Jianyu said is stealing other people’s mobile phones. charges.

"I don't want to cheat, I just want to see what my girlfriend is doing every day." Song Jianyu lied without blushing, "Just tell me if you can do it."

Gu Zhan looked at the old man who was talking, he looked almost 60 years old, and his hair was half white. At this age, he still worried about whether his girlfriend was cheating on him every day.

I couldn't help but think of the picture of an old lady turning her back to this old man and contacting another old man to steal the sun, which was a bit sour and hard to describe.

But Dao Scar stared at him covetously, Gu Zhan had no choice but to agree, "Yes, yes, but I will only help you once, and you can't ask me for this kind of thing in the future. If your wife or girlfriend finds out Report to the police, it cannot be said that I did it.”

He is just a man who makes a living, and he doesn't want to go to jail for this kind of thing.

"Then after copying, can I use the copy card to log in to the other party's Moments? It's the kind of login with two mobile phones with the same account, otherwise I won't be able to see what she is doing, right?" Song Jianyu asked for a comparison an excess.

Fortunately, what he said is under the control of Gu Zhan, "You can see it, but if you want to be simpler, just steal the other party's main card first, and press the secondary card on the other party's phone. Then you can log in to everything about her with the main card, and the other party won't notice anything."

"Help me do it, I want this function."

Song Jianyu handed over the phone.

An hour later, Gu Zhan put the copy card that copied all the contents of the main card into his mobile phone, and left here without looking back with his tool bag.

There were three of them left in the store. Song Jianyu took the main card and signaled Scar to find an old mobile phone. He himself dragged a stool to Zhao Juan, and put the dark green mobile phone in front of her. "Do me a favor."