Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu on the other end returned to the place where he lived now, unaware that there was a person behind him who was thinking about his whole family.

That night, Song Jianyu heard someone crying, but when he tried to open his eyes, he found that he couldn't.

That cry kept echoing in my ears over and over again.

In the morning when Qin Shiguan got up to go to work, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming out of another bedroom from the corner of his eye, like a wandering spirit with weak legs and blue eyes floating out of the bedroom.

Qin Shiguan, who was about to go out, stopped, and when the figure passed by, he grabbed the other person's arm and looked at his haggard appearance, "You have a bad complexion."

Song Jianyu waved his hand weakly, "I know, I heard someone cry in my dream all night, and anyone who hears that sad cry will have the expression I have now."

He is like a receiver hung on the wall, he can't sleep when he wants to sleep, and he can't wake up when he wants to.

I was passively listening to that cry the whole time, and played it in my ear for a whole night.

"Who is possessed?" Qin Shiguan thought that he was possessed by someone else, so he encountered this.

Song Jianyu shook his head, "I don't know, I didn't see anything, I was like a stone motionless, but I seemed to be free, but I couldn't open my eyes, but I heard crying in my ears, other than that Nothing was heard or seen."

After finishing speaking, the person with two huge dark circles under his eyes continued to shake his head, "It may really be an ordinary dream. Speaking of which, I haven't had such a simple dream for a long time."

He doesn't have any dreams to dream at all, and he either sleeps all night without anything happening until dawn, or he directly possesses someone else's body.

Zhou Gong interprets dreams, I am afraid that he will never be with him for the rest of his life.

"Then sit down for a while, I'll go out and buy you breakfast before going to sleep."

"go Go."

Song Jianyu fell on the sofa weakly, and when the door outside the living room was closed, he also closed his eyes again.

When Song Jianyu opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the back seat of a car. The person who opened his eyes was proficient in lying on the spot motionless. Able to hear the sound.

It was very quiet, and there was a faint fruity smell of car incense in the air, very similar to the car Song Zongming drove.

The incense in the car is all the fruit aroma chosen by Song's mother.

The person lying on his back in the back seat sat up little by little while leaning on the back of the front seat. When the whole body sat up, Song Jianyu saw the pink incense stick in the front row of the car.

Even the bottle was exactly the same as the one he saw in Song Zongming's car.

Song Jianyu bowed his head, raised his hands in his current body, and looked at it.

These are a pair of very soft palms, the palms look redder than normal people's, without any calluses or scars.

It can be seen that the opponent's body is in good condition.

Putting down his palms, Song Jianyu wanted to open the car door and get out of the car, "Hiss..."

Let go of the palm holding the doorknob, Song Jianyu fell back to the seat, looked down at the center of his trousers, followed by the man who unbuttoned his trousers waistband and sat in the back row hunched over and looked at the two different people on his lap. I know the marks left by something, like two red dots the size of mung beans, involving the masculine features in the middle, and it hurts a little when pulled.

"What is this?" Song Jianyu pressed the two red dots with his fingers, feeling a little numb.

After pressing for a while, the person who didn't understand put on his pants again, opened the car door and carefully got off the ground, looked up and looked around for what seemed to be a parking lot.

Song Jianyu touched his pockets, but couldn't find any items such as mobile phones and wallets. He walked around to the front of the car again, bent down and straightened the rearview mirror of the car, and opened his eyes wide to see clearly the person he was possessing now. What does it look like.

In the flat and long rearview mirror, there was a face that Song Jianyu could recognize even with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man standing here bent over looked at the face in the rearview mirror with a pair of unbelievable eyes.

One hand was slowly raised, and when it reached the cheek, the fingers squeezed it down without hesitation. This hand was so powerful that the middle-aged man's cheeks were swollen when he pinched it in the rearview mirror, and the corners of his eyes were swollen. It was so painful that it turned red and didn't let go.

Song Jianyu looked at the face that belonged to Song Zongming, looked at himself in the mirror and asked three words in disbelief, "Why?"

Why Song Zongming?

No one answered his question.

The middle-aged man who was bending over in front of the rearview mirror quickly stood up and looked warily at the extremely quiet parking lot.

Then he opened the driver's door and sat in. He searched all the places in the car, but found nothing suspicious.

Song Jianyu sat in the driver's seat blankly, looked at the keys hanging in front of him, thought about starting the car, and left here directly.

The car drove out along the fluorescent color route of the underground parking lot. When he drove the car out from the exit, Song Jianyu saw a sparkling lake.

The parking lot behind him gradually went away, and Song Jianyu held the steering wheel and drove the car to the busiest street in the city center.

He parked the car on the side of the road and opened the window to listen to the noise from the outside world. He closed his eyes and sat there thinking about what to do next.

What happened to Song Zongming?What is he hiding from himself and his mother?

Song Jianyu pinched his nails and thought about their meeting yesterday. There was nothing unusual or strange about Song Zongming at the dinner table.

The other party is now living a prosperous life, and even if Song Jianyu has never experienced this week's relationship with his mother, he still knows that the two of them look at each other with love in their eyes.

Song Jianyu couldn't figure out what would happen to Song Zongming like this.

He found tens of dollars in change from the co-pilot's drawer, pulled out the car keys, walked to a convenience store in the distance, and used the landline in the store to call Shi Hongmei.

The person standing in the sun, the hand holding the phone was so tense that it turned white.

When the phone was connected and Mother Song's voice came from the microphone, Song Jianyu suddenly didn't know what to say to that person.

"Hello? Hello? Who is it?"

In the third unit of Wenli Garden, Shi Hongmei looked at the screen of the mobile phone in which no one was speaking, and said into the microphone, "If you don't speak again, I will hang up."

"it's me."

Listening to the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Shi Hongmei glanced blankly at the void, "Old Song, you said early in the morning that you would go out to buy breakfast, what time is it now, and where did your breakfast go?"

Song Jianyu held the microphone and blinked hard to hold back his emotions, "I suddenly remembered something to do, you can buy breakfast yourself, I may not go back until later."

After speaking, without waiting for Song's mother to respond, Song Jianyu put the phone down, checked out with the clerk, went out and returned to Song Zongming's car.

Thirty-one minutes later, the middle-aged man lying in the back seat opened his eyes again.

Song Zongming sat up holding his aching head, looked suspiciously at the scene of people coming and going outside the car, and then looked down at his position.

"Why am I here?"

He searched all over his pockets, but couldn't find his mobile phone and wallet, and searched the ground but found nothing.

The bewildered person got off the station and stood on the side of the road, feeling a numb pain in the root of his thigh.

He got into the driver's seat, first drove the car away from the original location and found an underground parking lot, closed the car door and walked to the distant bathroom to check what happened to the painful place on his leg.

Song Jianyu at the other end woke up from the sofa. The person who opened his eyes sat up and saw Qin Shiguan's takeaway breakfast on the coffee table at an unknown time.

There was also a sticky note on the table, and Song Jianyu leaned over to pick up the sticky note.

"I'm off to work, call me anytime if you need something, Qin Shiguan will stay."

Song Jianyu put down the note, got up and walked to the bedroom to pick up the phone he put under the pillow.

Shi Hongmei, who was watching TV at home, suddenly received a phone number from her son. She quickly turned down the volume of the TV before answering the phone.

"Son, why are you calling mom now, aren't you at work?"

It is now 10:30 in the morning, which is the time for young people to go to work.

"Mom, is Dad at home now? I called him just now and no one answered. I have something to do with him. "

Shi Hongmei glanced at the closed door over there and shook her head, "Your father called in the morning to say that he had something to do, and he didn't know where he was. I guess he didn't hear the phone call. Mom can help you tell him what you want. "

The young man standing in the bedroom lowered his eyes, "Since Dad is not at home, it's fine, it's not an important thing, is there anything strange about Dad recently?"

"Strange place?" Shi Hongmei frowned and thought for a while, then replied, "No, your dad has been quite normal recently."

"When Dad comes home, Mom, please send me a text message. I think his birthday is coming soon, and I want to give him a surprise. Don't tell him about this, and don't tell him that I am currently working on Would you like to inquire about him?"

Shi Hongmei was overjoyed when she heard this, "Your father's birthday is only two months away, it's not too early for you to prepare gifts for him now, don't worry, this is our mother and son's secret, I will never tell him! After he comes home later, I'll help you secretly find out what he likes recently. You can just match what he likes then."

Song Jianyu hung up the phone with Song's mother, and opened the number belonging to Song Zongming in the phone.

After hesitating again and again, he still dialed out.

A customer service voice reminder came from the phone, "The phone number you dialed is currently shutting down, please try again later..."

Song Jianyu hung up the phone, sat on the sofa in the living room with a pen and paper, and wrote the three big characters of Song Zongming like a ghost.

His possession can only appear on two types of people, one is that the other party is the crime itself, and the other is that the other party has the tendency to commit suicide, and suicide is also a criminal act of killing oneself.

Which one is Song Zongming?