Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Zhao Juan looked at the mobile phone, "What can I do for you?"

"Use your fingerprint to reset a password on this phone, and then wait for Scar to come over with the old phone and install the main card, then use that phone to reply to the other party, you are a girl and you should know girls very well Psychology, let me tell you about the relationship between the owner of this phone and the person you need to reply to."

Song Jianyu told Zhao Juan about the relationship between father and daughter that he had seen.

Zhao Juan immediately understood what he meant, "You asked me to pretend to be the daughter of the father who died half a year ago, and reply to the message of the father who wanted to commit suicide so that he would have the courage to continue living, is that right?"

"Yes, you don't have to reply very diligently. He sends ten messages and you can reply one. Too many replies are easy to expose."

Zhao Juan understood, and even drew inferences, "If I encounter an answer that I don't know the details of, I won't answer!"

"Yes, it's good if you think so." Song Jianyu gave her a thumbs up.

When Dao Scar came over with a second-hand mobile phone and installed the main card, Song Jianyu borrowed 100 yuan from him and took a taxi back to the home of the old man who lost his independence.

He put the two mobile phones in the original drawer, in order to prevent what happened to Tian Shan last time.

On the surface, he is a pitiful oppressed person who can kill three people in a row with his backhand.

Song Jianyu put the phone away and did not forget to walk around the room to search for it, and also read all the other chat messages in the original phone.

After making sure that the other party did not have any negative and suspicious content such as childbirth property, life grievances and grievances with anyone, he lay down on the small bed in the second bedroom. He didn't dare to hold the photo in his arms again, so he put it upside down in a proper manner. aside.

When he fell asleep and returned to his apartment, the people over there also slowly woke up.

Yang Youwei, 57 years old this year, opened his eyes from his daughter's bed, and immediately wanted to see the posthumous photo he had been holding in his arms.

The raised hands felt empty.

Yang Youwei sat up in panic, saw the portrait of his daughter placed beside him, quickly took the photo into his arms, and wiped away the dust that did not exist on the frame.

"Girl, did Dad oversleep?"

He was just a little sleepy at first, but he didn't expect that when he woke up now, it was already pitch black outside the window.

"Dad bought your favorite pig's feet in the refrigerator today. We'll cook them later and eat pig's feet rice."

In the empty room, Yang Youwei left his daughter's bedroom with the portrait in his hand. When he walked to the kitchen, he did not forget to put the portrait next to the paper figurine. Gently stroking the other person's hair that was also drawn, "The kitchen is full of oily smoke, you sit here and play games on your mobile phone and listen to music, and Dad can do it alone."

His daughter, the paper figurine in a suspender dress, stared blankly at him with two ink-spot-like eyeballs.

Yang Youwei went to open the door of the refrigerator, took out the pig's trotters that he bought a long time ago, first brushed off the hair on them with a small fire, then scraped off the dead skin with the back of a knife, and finally put them in boiling water to remove the foam and put them in the water Finally, I have to take out the rice cooker to cook.

The whole house could hear the rhythmic sound of stomping dishes from the kitchen, and the living room was quiet, and the paper figurine was placed side by side with his portrait.

Four or ten minutes later, Yang Youwei brought two bowls of rice from the kitchen, put them on the dining table, turned his head skillfully and shouted at the paper figurine on the sofa, "Stop playing with your phone, Yang Ling, come and eat."

After shouting, the person who turned around and walked into the kitchen sliced ​​the braised pork feet that had just been prepared and served them on the table.

After setting the plate, he walked to the sofa, carried the paper figurine to the dining table, and placed the paper figurine on the opposite chair. Yang Youwei skillfully picked up a chopsticks pig's foot for the other party, and put it into the other party's bowl. In, "Eat more, look at your thinness, don't keep losing weight like outsiders, you don't need to lose weight even if you look so good-looking."

In the whole house, Yang Youwei could only be heard talking non-stop, but no one answered.

After dinner, Yang Youwei carried the paper figurine to his daughter's bedroom, put the paper figurine on the bed and covered it with a quilt.

Standing by the bed, the gray-haired old man looked at the papered face and sighed, "Sleep."

The person who left his daughter's bedroom also took out his mobile phone from the drawer over there. Before leaving, he helped his daughter charge the mobile phone in the dark green case before leaving.

These behaviors have been what he has been doing day and night for the past six months.

The person holding his own pink mobile phone case walked to the living room with heavy steps, and sat where the paper figurine was sitting just now. Yang Youwei looked up at the huge dead man's villa directly opposite.

Yang Youwei turned on his mobile phone with his head down, and sent a text message to his daughter as usual.

"Father cooked a big pot of pig's feet today, and I ate them all without you."

Zhao Juan, who had already returned home with her second-hand mobile phone, heard the phone that the boss ordered ring, went to the table and looked at the content of the message, but did not reply to the other party after thinking about it.

When she woke up the next morning, the other party sent two more messages.

When Zhao Juan was passing by by bus, she looked at the words on the screen that the weather is hot recently, don’t be greedy for cold and drink cold water, you have a bad stomach and can’t always eat cold drinks, remember?

After finding a place to sit down, Zhao Juan replied to the text message, "Dad, I know."

Yang Youwei, who was sitting side by side with the paper figurine daughter in the living room at home, only heard a new message from his mobile phone. When he opened it, he saw that his daughter, who had not replied for half a year, replied to him again.

The old man sitting there stood up abruptly, and rushed to his daughter's bedroom with his mobile phone in his hand, "Wow!" He pulled out the drawer where the mobile phone was placed.

Looking at the mobile phone lying quietly in the drawer, Yang Youwei couldn't believe it and used his mobile phone to dial the number that no one answered for half a year.

"Beep...beep..."

"I don't even want to look at it..." The phone in the drawer, which had lost its owner for half a year, rang as expected, and Yang Youwei's phone number popped up on the screen locked by the password.

Yang Youwei hung up the phone, sat down on the ground and looked at the screen that went dark after losing the phone, opened the circle of friends he used to chat with his daughter just now, and sent another message to the other party with trembling hands.

"Girl, are you back?"

Zhao Juan, who got off the bus, looked at the new message on the screen and replied, "Dad, I'm gone, everything is over, I want to see you have a new life, okay?"

Yang Youwei stared straight at the screen of the mobile phone, looking at the reply that had been read and his daughter was read, and the old tears burst into tears.

After Zhao Juan finished sending the message, she found that the person hadn't moved.

I wanted to persuade a few more words and thought of the boss's words, so I adjusted the phone to silent mode, and planned to watch it when I had nothing to do in the afternoon.

In a residential building twenty miles away, after crying, Yang Youwei raised his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar room in front of him. He lowered his head and turned on the screen to look at the text above. He wiped away his tears and stood up to walk outside.

The person who left the house stood in front of the paper villa in the living room, looked through the window at the urn belonging to his daughter, and murmured: "Dad will be back soon, and we will visit the new urn soon." Life."

Yang Youwei went out from home and got into the new energy vehicle he bought last month outside the community.

He has been staring at that kid for three months, and knows all his whereabouts and routes every day. The old man who started the new energy vehicle drove the modified vehicle on the road with fierce eyes...

On the other end, Song Jianyu just woke up, and the person who was lying on the bed and browsing the web on a tablet saw a post half a year ago that was upvoted by someone, curiously opened it and read the title on it [Electric vehicle out of control accident, the deceased was a woman] friend】

The title is attractive enough that Song Jianyu swipe the screen with his finger to read the news screenshots of netizens all the way.

It turned out that half a year ago, a man was driving a green and environmentally friendly new energy vehicle. As a result, the vehicle lost control of the steering wheel and the brakes failed at the same time after driving for 13 minutes. It was only after the vehicle moved away that the woman who died in the car accident turned out to be the owner's girlfriend. At that time, the other party had just left work and walked out of the company's gate not long ago, so she never expected to encounter such a car accident.

This tragedy made the forum discuss half a night ago, all talking about how unfortunate the car owner was.

"It's very miserable, but isn't it the woman who is the worst? The person who was hit by her boyfriend and died, the worst thing is the dead person."

The person lying on the bed looking at the tablet muttered to himself, and skipped the content of this post to the latest page.

The replies on the latest page have changed. All of them are replies from a person whose ID is Yang Ling’s father, cursing the owner of the car as a liar and scum. The crime deserves death by a thousand swords.

Song Jianyu frowned at these fierce remarks, and when he was about to close the post, he accidentally scratched his sleeve on the screen, pulling the comments on the last page directly to the latest reply at the bottom.

It was also the content sent by the ID Yang Ling's father, this time there was only a black and white posthumous photo in the content.

After Song Jianyu saw the picture on the posthumous photo from the corner of his eye, he was stunned and clicked on the posthumous photo.

In the photo, the one he saw was exactly the same as the one he possessed. '

He opened the user who sent this photo, and Yang Ling's father sent a lot of posts in his column.

One of them is that he consulted with the public that his daughter was killed maliciously, but the other party insisted that the vehicle lost control and did not know it was his daughter before the incident. The police also determined that the other party did not intentionally kill the person. Acquitted.Is there any way to get this person to plead guilty?

Many professional lawyers below replied to him, saying that in this case, it is more recommended to sue the car company.

If the traffic police found out that the owner of the car did not intentionally kill the man at that time, but was completely caused by the loss of control of the vehicle, then he himself did not commit a crime and does not need to bear legal responsibility.

Song Jianyu read Yang Youwei's last reading record, which was a summary of car modification practice posted by a car enthusiast.

As soon as the call was connected, Song Jianyu asked Dao Scar to hand over the phone to Zhao Juan.

"Zhao Juan, immediately send a message to the father of that cell phone, telling him not to do anything stupid."

It is very likely that Yang Ling's father imitated his daughter's accident half a year ago, and let the car owner who killed his daughter die in the same way.

Zhao Juan immediately sent a text message to the father after receiving the call.

At the same time, He Yang took out the wooden box from the suitcase under the bed and hid it in the inner pocket of his jacket and suit jacket. The person who walked out of the bedroom caught a glimpse of the figure in the living room, "What are you doing here?"

Yi Renxin was holding a family pack of ice cream in his hand, and shrugged, "Come and see you for the last time, this is the last time we meet."