Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

There was no mirror in the ward, but Qin Shiguan turned on the camera function of the mobile phone, and the straight black mobile phone stood upright in front of the hospital bed.

Song Jianyu looked at the young man in the front camera and nodded clearly: "So I look like this. I slept for a long time and didn't think about it. By the way, what did you just say?"

"Shikumen bus." Qin Shiguan turned off the screen of the phone and put it back in his pocket, repeating the answer just now.

This time Song Jianyu had the courage to answer the other party: "The bus stop at the gate of the prison, right?" It's only been a week since he went to visit the prison, so he still remembers it clearly.

Sitting on the hospital bed, he looked up and down the other party's uniform that could not be ignored, and then said, "So you are a policeman, so why am I here?" He clearly remembered that he was sleeping at home.

"On the road, an ambulance was blocked by the scene of a car accident. I helped the ambulance clear the way and escorted it here, only to see that the person in the ambulance was you."

During the period when the other party didn't wake up, Qin Shiguan also learned from Song's mother that this person hadn't woken up after going to sleep last night, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he called. An ambulance was called, and the person was rushed to the emergency room of the hospital for examination.

"Me?" Someone realized belatedly that the sky outside the window not far away was dark, and street lights were lit everywhere.

He then thought that in his dream, he had been playing with that child since he woke up early in the morning, and had a fight with that domestic violence man at night, when he was so tired that he lay on the bed half dead.

My own body probably also lay down for more than a day, and Song's mother must be very anxious when she saw it.

Song's mother came back from outside with a hot water bottle that she had just made. Seeing Song Jianyu woke up, she ran to the hospital bed and touched his forehead: "Is there any discomfort? You are also in the hospital. We're going to do a full physical."

"Mom, I'm fine. I probably swiped my phone for too long last night. I only started to sleep in the morning and slept so dead that I didn't hear you call me." Song Jianyu held Mother Song's cold palm, lifted the quilt to wrap her up superior.

Song Jianyu didn't want Song's mother to worry about what he had been dreaming about, so he didn't plan to tell her.

"Next time, I won't be able to play with my phone like this. Thanks to the policeman, thank you!" Mother Song cast a glance at Song Jianyu, who was out of tune, and then hurriedly thanked Qin Shiguan who was wearing a uniform beside him.

Qin Shiguan looked at the mother and son in front of him with a calm expression: "You're welcome, this is what I should do with my clothes. Since he is fine, I have to go too."

He was going to be on duty at the criminal investigation brigade tonight. He had encountered this incident on the way to work just now, and had been a temporary traffic policeman.

"Then I'll give it to you, and I will give you a rest, and you are not allowed to play on your phone."

Regardless of Qin Shiguan's refusal, Song's mother insisted on sending him to the gate of the hospital before returning.

After they left, the people in the ward looked at the time displayed on the phone screen and murmured softly: "It seems that I have to find an excuse to move out."

If he had such a dream again in the future and couldn't wake up temporarily, Mother Song would definitely be worried every day after she found out.

It's better to find an excuse to move out and live alone.

The school dormitory is also not very convenient.

When Mother Song returned to the ward, Song Jianyu had already thought of an excuse.

"Mom, I want to move out of the dormitory next semester. I want to work hard for the postgraduate entrance examination again. I want to find a place close to the school to review. What do you think?"

Mother Song didn't have any doubts when she heard that, they lived far away from Yunda, "You can make up your own mind, just tell me how much it costs to rent a house, and I'll give you the money."

"There's no need for money. I'll get a salary when I go to practice. Besides, the rent in Jinjiang City is not too expensive. I can afford it myself."

"If you know how to make clothes, you can do a part-time job for me. I want to hire another person to help me recently." Song's mother opened a personal clothing store to pick up some custom-made clothes.

She liked clothing when she was young, and she also studied clothing at school. After she was dropped out of school, she took her children and worked in a laundry for a few years. She saved a little money and opened a small shop.

It's been 15 years since she opened it, and she usually makes clothes by herself, but she can do it.

Since she received some custom-made Hanfu last year, she has been a little overwhelmed, so she thought about finding another helper.

"Can you be a beginner?" Song Jianyu was the first to think of Hua Yaqi who was raped in his dream when he heard that Song's mother wanted to hire someone to do something.

"Novices are welcome, as long as I can bear my temper, I can teach it slowly, but I am afraid that young people are not willing now, right?"

Her shop is said to be big, but it’s not that big. It’s about [-] square meters and also has a laundry function.

Most of the custom-made clothes that I receive are those who are not fit enough to buy clothes, or they are old people who are used to self-made clothes. When they see good-looking fabrics, they buy them and make them into clothes.

"I'll help you look later to see if there is a suitable candidate."

Song Jianyu decided that the next time he dreamed of Hua Yaqi, he would ask her if she would like to do this job.

That night, Song Jianyu was forced to stay in the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Except for a little hypoglycemia and migraine, the other examination reports were considered healthy.

This made Mother Song's heart sink after hanging for the whole night.

But in the next few days of living at home, Song's mother began to stare at Song Jianyu as he ate, and used his report of hypoglycemia as an example if he missed a bite of food for three meals a day.

Song Jianyu, who ate three big bowls for a meal, felt that he had gained more than five catties during the holiday, so he hurriedly found an excuse to sneak to school with his schoolbag on his back.

On the day of returning to school, Song Jianyu searched the Internet for the items that can be brought when visiting the prison.

I went to the supermarket to buy two sets of thermal underwear and a coat, and bought some daily necessities for Song Zongming. When I was about to leave, Song Jianyu saw a bookshelf not far away, thought about it, and ran over to buy it. Bring a set of books.

Following the same route as last time, the person carrying a large bag took his ID card to apply for the prison visit procedure, and soon saw Song Zongming in the prison visit room.

"Recently, I bought you some clothes when the temperature dropped. I bought them according to your size. It shouldn't be too small."

Song Jianyu took out all the things in his big bag.

There are two sets of thermal suits, as well as towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and soap. It is said that sharp and dangerous objects are not allowed in the prison, so Song Jianyu didn't buy a razor.

But the last time he came to see Song Zongming's beard had been shaved, there should be other ways to solve this in the prison.

"I don't know what books you like to read. This set of brief history of mankind is very interesting. If you don't like it, I will buy other books for you next time."

Song Jianyu took out all the things in the bag, and placed a whole table through the glass.

These things will be sent to Song Zongming after the prison guards check that there is no problem.

Song Zongming lived in prison for 23 years. He never thought that he would have a son in this world, and he never thought that after the other party came to see him, he would come with a gift just after New Year's Day. To see him.

The person who introduced all the items sat on the stool and looked at Song Zongming, who was silently wiping away his tears, and said casually, "I don't know if hair dyeing is allowed in your prison? Hair dyeing is very simple now, just like washing your hair." , rub some foam on the head, and you can change the color, yellow, red, green, or purple.”

Inside the glass, Song Zongming also exclaimed when he heard this: "It's amazing. At that time, many girls liked to use purple potion to dye their hair. The smell became stronger in the first few days, and everyone in the classroom felt dizzy."

"Can purple potion still dye hair? What color can it dye?" Song Jianyu heard for the first time that there is such a hair dyeing technique. The father and son chatted around the hair until the end of the prison visit time.

Before leaving, Song Jianyu looked at the wrinkled man with gorgeous hair on the glass, "I'm looking for that person, and I will definitely find him."

"After so many years, I don't know if he is still alive. The most important thing is to protect your own safety. Don't take risks for me."

"Don't worry, I won't take any risks." When he didn't catch the real murderer 24 years ago, he would never give up on this matter.

When leaving, Song Jianyu took out the 1000 yuan from the wallet, and sent the bag of items to the prison guards. I heard that there are places where money is used in prisons. It can be used to buy some snacks and daily necessities. .

Song Jianyu just regretted that he hadn't done many part-time jobs during his college years, so he could only leave such a little money for the other party after spending all his money.

After finishing work and returning to school, the other three roommates in the dormitory had already arrived. On the table that was usually full of sundries, there were all kinds of delicacies piled up on it.

As soon as Song Jianyu entered the door, the fat man stuffed a peach cake into his mouth.

"Try it! My dad made it himself." The fat man picked up another piece of trembling bacon dripping with chili oil and handed it over.

"Hiss! So spicy, so spicy!"

The person who just entered the door took a mouthful of cooked bacon and a mouthful of sweet peach crisps, and at the same time took off his backpack and handed it to the fat man.

While hissing, he said, "The suit pants you want, my mother has already made them for you."

The fat man bought a suit before, and the upper body could be squeezed into it, but the pants were so fat that he was amazed. He took it to the school and had it changed, but the other party said that it couldn't be changed, so he could only make a new pair.

In the end, it was Song Jianyu who took advantage of New Year's Day to take the pants home and ask Mother Song to change them for her, before bringing them over.

"Third brother, you are really my brother!"

The fat man pulled his suit pants, satisfied no matter how he looked, "Aunt Song's craftsmanship is really beyond words, I love Aunt Song."

"Here, your Aunt Song also gave you this. I wish you a successful interview." Song Jianyu also took out the tie from his backpack. Song's mother specially made it for him when she heard that his classmate was going to an interview.

"Third brother, tell me. Do you have any plans for me!" The fat man took the tie and looked Song Jianyu up and down suspiciously, hesitating between dedication and non-dedication.

"Really, do you know where there are part-time jobs near the school? I'm short of money recently and want to find a job." Song Jianyu said his purpose.

"Part-time job? If you are short of money, I can lend you first." Yin Su, another roommate, also raised her head when she heard their conversation.

"I'm thinking about continuing to take the postgraduate entrance examination next year, so I plan to find another part-time job. It's not that I'm short of money and need it urgently."

Song Jianyu knew that he was doomed to fail the postgraduate entrance examination. Before he knew about Song Zongming, he could still prepare for the exam with peace of mind.

Now if the victims of the past knew about his relationship with Song Zongming, he might not even pass the political trial. Now the postgraduate entrance examination has become an excuse for him to find the murderer 24 years ago in his dream.