Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu sat up gently and lifted the quilt on the bed vigilantly.

After making sure that there were no dangerous items under the quilt except that he was wearing a polka-dot sweater and big flower pants, he carefully climbed down from the bed.

Standing and squatting next to the bedside table, studying these homemade accessories in turn.

A stove was also found on the ground with a large vat of diesel next to it.

This is the well-known method of making tu bombs. Song Jianyu once saw Shanxi news on a legal program. There was a local master who made tu bombs. , Lei, 34 tubes, and countless other raw materials.

More than 900 criminal gangs were arrested before and after this case.

Song Jianyu still remembered that the weekly news magazine reported in detail how these criminals made tu explosives.

Fry the ammonium nitrate chemical fertilizer for agricultural use, fry the sawdust with warm fire, and then mix the two with diesel oil. This is the most original formula of tu explosives. In the later period, people in black coal mines added Elements containing phosphorus have been removed, but this kind of explosive is quite unstable, and it will self-explode even under humidity or high temperature.

The person squatting on the ground checked the table, the bottom of the bed, and the things on the ground one by one, and confirmed a fact with a pale face.

This person is really making very dangerous tu explosives, and there is already a plastic box under the bed, where twelve well-made mines and tubes are neatly placed, and wires are laid on them.

Song Jianyu didn't dare to mess with the plastic box. Even every item on the table, he picked it up lightly to make sure, and then put it back exactly as it was.

The person who had done all this stood up from the ground and touched his whole body, but he couldn't find the phone.

He searched again on the dilapidated bed that was piled up with bricks. He touched under the quilt, pillow and mattress, but he still couldn't find the phone.

"This guy is fully prepared!"

Not only did Song Jianyu not find the phone, he didn't even find the other party's wallet. He only found a white transparent plastic bag in a dusty dresser drawer inside the house.

There are 150 yuan and other small change in it.

There is absolutely nothing related to documents.

The only thing related to the owner in the whole house is an old photo.

Put it on the bottom of the dressing table, Song Jianyu pulled it out from the garbage, looked at a man and a woman in the photo, and the date of September 1996, 9 was engraved in the lower right corner of the photo.

Song Jianyu turned the photo over, and on the back was written the first wedding anniversary of Wu Qiang and Gong Linghui.

The person standing in front of the dusty mirror held up the photo and carefully compared it to the mirror.

"Is it Wu Qiang?"

Twenty years later, the young man in the photo is wearing a blue cloth shirt and holding his wife with one hand with a shy smile. What is shown in the mirror now is a pair of eyelids that are completely closed, showing triangular eyes that are cold from the corner of the eye. Looking at people coldly, the thin cheekbones soaring into the clouds made him even more mean.

With this face, when walking on the road, strangers will not enter, and people will treat it as a difficult person to get along with.

"It doesn't matter, let's call Wu Qiang first." Otherwise, he will turn himself in when he enters the police station. If he can't say his name, he will be treated as a psychopath.

Song Jianyu put the photos back where they were, and took one last look at the dangerous items in the house before going out.

He didn't dare to mess with those things. If it exploded on the road before reaching the police station, it would be even worse to cause panic among the people. It would be better to surrender first and let the police deal with it safely.

He was thinking of the person who called the police, and when he opened the door, his eyes blurred. Before he fell down, Song Jianyu vaguely saw the four characters Chunhua Barbershop, and he jumped up from the bed in the next second.

"I lost it! How could this guy wake up so quickly!"

On the lower bunk in Room 408 of Yunda Dormitory, Song Jianyu jumped up and hit the iron pipe on the upper bunk directly with his head.

The person covering his head in pain gasped for air, climbed out of bed and picked up his mobile phone as fast as he could to call the police.

Half of the people who had already pressed 110 looked at their own reflections on the phone, thought of something, and silently put the phone down.

"I can't call the police. I don't even know where that person lives. After I called the police, how could I explain to the police that someone making explosives is dangerous. Jinjiang City has a permanent population of more than 600 million. I'm not even sure if the name of the person is real or not."

The person standing barefoot on the ground felt the cold air coming up from the soles of his feet, let go of the palms that had been covering his head, and quickly opened his notebook.

Within the scope of the map of Jinjiang City, look for the five characters of Chunhua Barbershop.

The second he fell, besides Chunhua Barbershop, he also saw a large area of ​​high-rise buildings standing outside the village in the city.

After entering the map of Jinjiang City in the search bar, Song Jianyu saw ten Chunhua barbershops.

Among them, five were within the same road section, and one was in the management office of the traffic police detachment, which was directly rejected by Song Jianyu. The road section where he practiced driving when he was learning to drive was also in that direction, so he was sure that there were no urban villages nearby.

The other four are located in different locations. After Song Jianyu took out his mobile phone and wrote down the detailed addresses of these four, he decided to go to these four places to confirm.

The person who recorded all this took the bedroom key, put on his backpack and rushed out.

In Beichen Village, Wu Qiang stood up slowly holding the threshold, looked at the barber shop in the distance with cloudy triangular eyes, and then looked down at himself wearing a cotton shirt on his upper body and a pair of floral pants on his lower body, lying on the ground for a while, Icy cold.

He leaned against the wall and closed the door, and went back into the room to look at the things on the bedside table.

"Could it be that you fainted when you went to take a rest?"

The ignorant person sat on the bed again, looked up at the dilapidated and old-fashioned room, and quickly lowered his head to put away everything on the table.

After he had packed everything, he lay down on the ground and dragged out the plastic box under the bed.

Open up the prepared explosives inside, and fix them one by one to his waist with a rope.

After fixing the twelve mines and tube explosives, Wu Qiang twisted the lead wires into a bundle and hid them. He took out the trousers with dirt from the corner, and put lighters in the left and right pockets.

After doing all this, he lifted a loose cotton coat from the corner, and put it on his upper body to cover the explosives on his body.

A lighter and matches were also placed in the jacket pocket.

Wu Qiang opened the door and walked out of the house, walking step by step to the outside of the village in the city, passing Chunhua Barber Shop, and passing by countless passers-by.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, men and women are rushing to take a bus back to their hometown with their suitcases to celebrate the festival, and no one realizes that they have just brushed shoulders with death.

Song Jianyu was standing on Changyuan Middle Road. As soon as he got off the bus, he was sure that this was not the place he was looking for. He also deleted the second address on his phone, and quickly stopped a taxi, "Master, go to Beichen Avenue. "

"Okay, put on your seat belt handsome guy."

The person sitting in the co-pilot looked anxiously at the high-rise buildings flying by the side of the road. He had already found two places, neither of which was the place he had seen in his dream.

There are still seven places I haven't been to. I hope that person will lie on the ground honestly during this time, or climb back into bed and sleep again.

The taxi went all the way, and it was more than ten miles from Changyuan Middle Road to Beichen Avenue. It was rush hour, and Song Jianyu was unlucky and kept running into red lights.

Yu Guangli, the taxi price list has jumped to 28 yuan, but there is still a distance from Beichen Avenue.

The driver in the driver's seat, from the corner of his eye, saw the anxious young man in the co-pilot, and said in boredom, "The handsome guy is going to meet his girlfriend? We'll be there just two more turns at this intersection, and it will be soon."

Song Jianyu looked at the red light that was counting down in front of him, and forced a smile: "Yes, she wants to break up with me, and I'm in a hurry to make it up."

Those who dare to make soil explosives without permission are still in Jinjiang City, a city that has no coal mines at all, and they don't need to think about it to know that it can't be used for making fun.

He had to find the exact place as soon as possible, so he could find a way to call the police to let the police know about it.

"The light is green! Uncle, please open!"

The second the red light turned green, Song Jianyu told the driver to drive quickly.

"Okay!"

The driver releases the clutch and presses on the accelerator.

As soon as he turned to the right after passing the intersection, the person in the co-pilot raised his head and looked around at the surrounding tall buildings, comparing them with the hastily glanced in the dream.

When a huge red banner appeared in the field of view, Song Jianyu finally confirmed that this was the direction in his dream.

In the next second, he moved his gaze down and saw a middle-aged man in a black coat with a gloomy face on the bus platform in front of him. The 201 bus stopped in front of them, and the figure followed the crowd to the bus. go.

"Master, stop quickly, stop quickly! I see someone!"

The person in the co-driver quickly unfastened his seat belt, took out the cash he had prepared with him, handed it 50 yuan to the other party, and rushed out as soon as the car stopped.

Throwing a sentence from afar: "Don't look for it!"

The taxi driver looked at the 50 yuan, carefully looked at it in his hand, and then looked at the thirty or so yuan on the meter: "It can't be counterfeit, right? Hey! It's still real!" how much.

After collecting the money, the taxi driver looked up and saw the young man rushing towards the 201 bus. It seemed that this guy's girlfriend was on that bus.

"For the sake of money, I will help you."

He started the car, and while the bus was still waiting for passengers, he drove to the front of the bus and blocked the road a little bit.

The bus that was about to start had to honk its horn to let the other party leave because of the vehicles emerging in front of it.

Song Jianyu, who was catching up all the way from behind, took the opportunity to rush to the front door, and jumped onto the bus in one step.

Wu Qiang was sitting at the back of the bus, and a panting figure came from behind after he had just sat down and sat beside him.

Panting, Song Jianyu hugged his schoolbag and sat down beside Wu Qiang.

He sneaked a glance to the side from the corner of his eye, guessing that the other party appeared on the bus at this moment, was he going out for business, or did he have other purposes?