Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Li Chen, who jumped over the wall, is a professional butcher, who takes money and takes people's lives.

He looks ordinary, and few people will remember his face when walking in the crowd. This time, the buyer gave him wrong information, so he was injured and fled the scene.

After the abdominal wound was stitched up, Li Chen endured the pain and lowered his head all the way through this old and complicated alley. He didn't take a taxi when he reached the alley entrance.

Instead, he got on a bus, made three turns on the bus, and then arrived at the urban village area of ​​Nancheng.

The man who entered the village in the city quickly disappeared into the intricate alleys, and Li Chen didn't relax until he returned to his home.

The man who opened the door and walked in as usual, finally fell to the ground unbearably the moment the door was closed.

The man who was on all fours felt that the injured place was as painful as a fire. With trembling palms, he took out the bottle of anesthetic from his pocket. into his arms.

Before the needle was pulled out, the person passed out...

When Song Jianyu opened his eyes, he found that his perspective was unusually close to the ground, and his body was still in pain as if a car was cracked.

A layer of cold sweat quickly appeared on the forehead of the person who just opened his eyes. Song Jianyu gritted his teeth and raised his hands to support the ground and sat up little by little.

The person who opened his clothes to check the source of the pain saw sharply that there was still a syringe hanging on his raised arm.

"hiss……"

Song Jianyu first took off the things on his arms and threw them aside. The man who stood up holding his stomach staggered over the medicine bottle needle on the ground and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

The body fell on the soft sofa, and Song Jianyu sat on it for 5 minutes before recovering. He raised his arms and took off all his shirts to see what happened to the severe pain in the abdomen.

Without the hindrance of the clothes, Song Jianyu finally saw the wound on his body, a black centipede-like suture, across his abdomen.

"Can't it be kidney digging?" Song Jianyu stared at the wound and blinked carefully, making sure that there were no ugly bows or other things, and then relaxed and slumped on the sofa, opening his eyes and looking at this place. A small room with one living room.

There is nothing on the surface of the room that can prove the time and period, and it can be seen that the other party lives alone.

Socks can be seen everywhere, a coat that is only worn once is temporarily hung on the back of the chair, and the tableware that has not been cleaned up on the small round dining table is only a set of used bowls and chopsticks.

Those who looked at the layout of the room did not forget to rummage through all the pockets on their bodies, but they couldn't find the mobile phone.

Just as he was thinking about how to go out and make a phone call, there was a knock on the door.

A young man wearing postal express clothes stood at the door holding a fully packed box, with an indigo hat covering most of his face.

Song Jianyu, who was sitting slumped on the sofa, heard the three long and two short knocks on the door, struggled to get up, picked up the long coat hanging on the back of the chair, covered the wound on his waist and abdomen, and walked towards the door, "Here we come. "

The young man who knocked on the door heard the movement, holding the box and waiting without changing his expression.

When Song Jianyu passed the door, he raised his foot and lifted the empty bottle on the ground to the corner, making sure that no one would notice, and then looked outside through the cat's eyes.

The clothes of the postal staff were easy to identify. After confirming that there was only one person outside the door, Song Jianyu slowly opened the door and looked at the young man outside through the gap, "Express delivery?"

"Yes! This courier requires you to sign."

The staff smiled and handed him the courier slip in his hand.

Song Jianyu wrote a ghostly talisman on it and handed the delivery slip to the other party, "Just leave the box at the door, and you can go."

"Okay, remember to give me a five-star praise after the sale."

Song Jianyu didn't say a word, and stood there until the other party walked away completely without looking back. Then he opened the door wide and bent down to pick up the heavy cardboard box on the ground.

His face turned from red to white and then to blue due to the pain from the wound on his abdomen when he was holding the object.

The suitcase was moved to the shoe cabinet in the house, and Song Jianyu couldn't bear the pain any longer and pushed the door shut, sliding his body against the door and sitting on the ground.

"Hey! What's the matter with this guy's body, even if he is discharged from the hospital after the operation, it won't hurt so much!"

He felt as if his intestines had been thrown into a blender and cut into pieces.

Song Jianyu didn't even have the strength to open the courier. He rummaged through the drawer near the door for a while, and found tens of dollars in change.

The person who went out with change clutching his belly asked passers-by a few times in this urban village to borrow a phone number, but they were all avoided as if they had seen a ghost.

The person holding the handful of change had no choice but to run to the side of the road and grab a sanitation worker.

"Uncle, I lost my mobile phone. I want to borrow your mobile phone to make a call, okay? I'll give you all the change."

Song Jianyu handed the change in his hand to the other side.

The 40-year-old sanitation worker looked at Song Jianyu's older face, and listened to his mouthful of uncles. He waved his hands in disgust, "I don't want the money. I'll call you the phone number."

Song Jianyu reported his exclusive number.

People who live in a certain department near Qingshan Academy, who just officially started working today, have just introduced themselves and their specialties.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Song Jianyu in the corner with his hands folded, sitting on a chair and already asleep.

A group of people have known the other party's special for a long time, and after seeing him falling asleep, they unanimously relaxed their movements.

When the only phone in the office rang, a dozen or so people looked at that place in unison.

Qin Shiguan walked to the phone and connected the call in front of everyone.

"Surgery? Okay, I'll call an ambulance for you now and you stay where you are, we'll go there now."

Twenty-eight seconds later, Qin Shiguan hung up the phone and looked up at the group of subordinates who were waiting to work, "New task, Song Jianyu appeared in Chengzhong Village, West District. You are divided into three groups, and one group will follow me to pick up Song Jianyu." Jianyu, his body was injured, the second team went to check his current identity and all his personal information, and the third team went to the scene to collect all the evidence and evidence."

The office is full of elites transferred from various places, and a group of people have started working in groups.

Song Jianyu on the side of the road has changed from standing to sitting. After the sanitation worker borrowed him to make a phone call, he saw that his lips were pale with cold sweat, and his whole body was shaking. He was worried that he would be blackmailed. He quickly left without a trace.

Pedestrians on the side of the road saw him like this, and they backed away three feet and walked around.

The ambulance arrived at the same time as Qin Shiguan, and Song Jianyu didn't forget to tell the other party the house number he had just seen when he was carried into the ambulance.

"The urban village below, the house number is the third floor of No. 17."

"You go to the hospital for treatment first, then leave it to us, and we will check it out."

Qin Shiguan told him not to worry about this problem. The medical staff took off the coat that had been covering his body, and saw blood oozing from the sutured wound on his abdomen.

Song Jianyu, who was lying on the ambulance, couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.

The pain in his body was swept away, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in the middle of a small garden.

The sun overhead has also turned into a bright moon.

"Swapped?" Song Jianyu looked up at the moon in the sky, and raised his hands in his current body.

The first feeling is that the hands are very young and small.

Then look down at your present attire and location.

This is a boy estimated to be about ten years old, wearing denim shorts, a small shirt, and a small bow tie around his neck, sitting on a swing and dangling.

After Song Jianyu's toes touched the ground, he exerted a little force on the swing that was stable just now and started to shake again.

There was the grinding sound of sour teeth coming from the iron hook above.

The boy sitting on the swing flew three times before his toes touched the ground again. He stopped and walked towards the villa next to the small garden.

If you want to know who this kid is, you have to find someone to ask.

When he came out of the small garden and walked along the only road towards the gate of the villa, he saw a figure standing there not far away from his corner of the eye.

Song Jianyu tilted his head to take another look, and found that he was wrong.

The other party was not standing there, but kneeling on a high bench that could only accommodate two knees, holding a water bowl filled with clean water in both hands.

The child noticed his scrutiny and raised his eyes to look in his direction.

The two sides looked at each other for a few seconds, Song Jianyu moved his head first, and he walked to the door of the villa on the left and knocked on the door.

The door of the villa opened, and the figure of a child also appeared in front of him inside the door.

After seeing Song Jianyu standing at the door, the other party put him into the room. After he came in, the other party also looked into the yard and saw the kneeling figure. After making sure that the man was still kneeling honestly, he turned around and grabbed Song Jianyu. Jianyu whispered in his ear, "I called my mother just now, and she said she won't be coming back tonight, should we just take this opportunity to drive him away!"

"Drive away? Drive away who?" Song Jianyu raised his eyebrows, thinking of the boy still kneeling outside the door, his tone was calm, "No, Mom will be angry if she finds out."

Wu Xingxing raised his neck, hugged Song Jianyu with both hands and feet and said coquettishly, "Anyway, I only recognize you as my brother, and my mother likes you the most. He came to see our family's money by himself. We can Give him a little money and get him out of here."

Song Jianyu backhanded this guy who looked less than two years younger than him, and followed him to pick up and walk towards the center of the villa.

The surrounding area is very quiet. It seems that there are only two brothers in such a big house, and the figure kneeling outside the door is three children.

"You don't like him? Why?" Song Jianyu coaxed the child in his arms, hoping to get more information from him.

"I don't like it! I don't want him to be my brother, I only have you as my brother!" Wu Xingxing nestled on him, pointing his fingers at the man's shortcomings.

"He doesn't like to be clean. The socks on his feet are all broken. There are so many holes, so ugly. My mother said to look for him, and he sent him to the door by himself, saying that he was the child lost by his mother. If he is willing to leave, he insists on staying here shamelessly!"

A seven-year-old child, snapped his fingers and said a lot of bad things about the person outside.

Song Jianyu understood the name of the man outside and why he was kneeling there.