Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Zongming gradually calmed down from the initial panic and fear. He looked at his son sitting by the bed and asked him in a low voice, "What's your idea?"

"I have a way to bring the seven dead victims back to life, but I don't know if it will be successful. Dad, if it were you, would you be willing to test the 50.00% possibility?" Song Jianyu He didn't say what his solution was, but handed over the choice to Song Zongming.

"It must be saved. Even if there is only a half chance, it is seven lives. We have to try anyway." Song Zongming said without thinking.

The son next to the bed, who looked exactly like him more than [-] years ago, had a clear expression on his face when he heard his answer, "So I may be very busy in the next few days and I don't have much time to visit you, Mom I'll go and explain it to her."

"Go, go, you are going to do something good and your mother will definitely listen to you." Song Zongming waved his hand, not worried at all that his wife would not accept this matter.

After the father and son in the ward finished chatting, Song Jianyu walked out of the room alone.

He saw a policewoman not far away eating with Song's mother. They had been busy taking care of Song Zongming and doing various examinations after they entered the hospital, and they only had time to eat now.

Song Jianyu didn't bother them, and followed the guards back to Jinghu Garden, closed the bedroom door and sat at the table to write a letter to Song's mother.

He finished writing the letter and pressed it on the bedside table, and the person lying on his bed closed his eyes and tried to finally fall into a dream.

Five minutes later, the person who appeared in the operating room looked at the shadowless lamp above, silently watched for a few seconds, then turned to look at the young man sitting beside him.

Yi Renxin was reading a monthly medical magazine. When that gaze rested on him, Yi Renxin looked up at the person on the operating table.

The people on the stage stared at him quietly, without any fear or fear.

This was the first time the two of them met again after nearly 20 days since Song Jianyu bit his tongue last time.

"Want to talk?" Yi Renxin looked at the expression of the other party's pursed lips, and raised the corners of his mouth happily, "I think you don't like this tongue very much, so I cut it off for you."

Song Jianyu looked at this face, tried to find even one thousandth of the innocent from this face, but failed to find it.

Wen Yan was imprisoned inside the Public Security Bureau and could not get out. All the recent murders were caused by this person in front of him.

Song Jianyu raised his right hand, and the sound of the rattling iron chain came to the ears of the two of them. He opened his mouth and looked at Wen Li silently, "Come here, I'll have a word with you."

The person on the chair raised his eyebrows, and walked over as if he wanted to see what he had to say.

Song Jianyu raised his right hand, which was bound by iron chains, and motioned for him to stretch out his palm and spread it out.

Yi Renxin complied.

People who have slept for too long have not exercised or eaten for a long time, and those who rely on nutrient solution to maintain their lives have cold fingers.

That cold finger was in Yi Renxin's palm, writing farewell stroke by stroke, "This is the last time I will meet you, I have to go."

Yi Renxin held that finger, frowned and looked at the person on the operating table, "Where are you going?"

Song Jianyu broke free from that palm calmly, and continued to write, "I don't know, maybe you're dead. If this is what you father and son want, then you have succeeded."

The person who wrote a long paragraph of words in one breath looked at Agou with a gloomy expression in front of him with a smile, and continued to write in his palm like a prank, "Besides, I am not Song Zongming from the beginning to the end."

Song Jianyu closed his eyes after finishing what he had to say, and let Agou whisper in his ear to make him speak clearly without ignoring it.

The person who woke up in his bedroom in the middle of the night picked up the mobile phone beside him and called Qin Shiguan.

Qin Shiguan received the call and rushed back from the Criminal Investigation Brigade in only 13 minutes.

It has been 20 consecutive days of handling the case, and the people who came back in a hurry smelled of coffee and cigarettes everywhere. He pushed open Song Jianyu's bedroom door, looked at the figure standing in front of the window, and walked to him silently, "You Have you found a way?"

"Yeah." Song Jianyu turned around and looked at the people rushing over from the Public Security Bureau in front of him, "All the incidents have actually changed since the day my ability appeared, and every change is because of me. And so I wanted to try one last thing, try to start from scratch."

It's easy to say, but it's quite difficult to do it. Qin Shiguan frowned and looked at the person in front of him, "Can you control your own ability?"

"No, but I have other ways. I came to you to ask you for a word. If my plan succeeds, maybe everything that happened in front of me will be overturned and start again. After the incident, will I go back to the first few weeks or start again, and I don't know whether your sister will live or die this time in the midst of my change.

So be prepared, if she is alive, I don't have to explain this sentence to you in the future. If she dies, you can treat this sentence as leaving it to another you. "Song Jianyu has already replayed countless times in his mind what he has to do and plans.

The person who hurried back without even wearing a coat walked around Song Jianyu for a few seconds and then looked up again, "Let's talk about your plan first."

"I want to take the initiative to die once." Song Jianyu calmly expressed his decision to die.

Facing Shang Qin Shiguan's unbelievable eyes, the person who had thought clearly for a long time continued, "This is an opportunity, maybe I can go back to the past, I didn't tell anyone about this, the only purpose of coming to you is not I heard you come to dissuade me, but because in all Zhoumu, you belong to the relevant existence trapped in the 98-year case like me. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to. When you walk out of this door, we will treat it as if we never said it. This sentence."

Qin Shiguan listened patiently to him, "Then are you sure that your death is not a real death? How can you ensure that this decision is not your last week? Today is not the last day of your life?"

"A derailed train is rushing over now, to the left is me standing here, to the right are the seven victims who died in these 20 days, and to the right there will be No.8, No.9, No.10, No. Countless people, even if there is only half of the hope, people will choose to let the train go left." Song Jianyu looked at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and murmured.

"But what about the person on the left? The person on the left has done nothing wrong himself!" Qin Shiguan only felt his eyes burning, and his throat felt uncomfortable as if something was blocked.

"The guy on the left, he agreed to the choice."

Qin Shiguan didn't know how he untied the gun on his waist and put it on the table. The person who came out of the bedroom sat on the sofa in the living room, his whole body was in a state of confusion, and his eyes were filled with nothingness.

From now on, even if everything happened from the beginning, it would be a fact that he killed Song Jianyu.

When the gunshots rang out in the bedroom, all the guards protecting Jinghu Garden rushed up to the third floor.

The door was knocked open, and everyone saw Qin Shiguan sitting in the living room. Many people went straight to the bedroom where the gunshots came from just now. Shangguanhong, who came back to get things, took the lead in kicking open the bedroom door.

The person on the small bed in the bedroom fell on the bed and couldn't breathe anymore...

When Song Jianyu woke up, he felt that he had slept for a century.

The person who opened his eyes felt a splitting headache to the point of vomiting, and the person who hadn't seen the picture in front of him turned over and fell to the ground, clutching his chest and vomiting.

After he vomited and raised his head, and his headache subsided, the first thing he saw was a row of mahogany floor-to-ceiling wardrobes against the wall.

There is also a thick carpet on the ground, with layers of large petal flowers one after another, covering every inch of the ground under your feet.

Song Jianyu stood on the ground with bare feet and raised the hands of the owner of the body.

This is a child's body, it looks like it is only ten years old, but there are already a little calluses in the palm.

Stepping on the soft carpet with bare feet, Song Jianyu walked out of this unusually mature and stable looking room in a loose and ill-fitting pajamas.

In the corridor outside the door, there are photo frames of the same size hanging all the way past.

The photo frame shows the whole life of an old man in a white shirt, from the old age standing alone in front of the camera with a cane, to his gray hair holding a teacup with his wife to watch the scenery, to standing up in a suit and holding his young wife in the middle of the party in high spirits Appearance, from youth to teenager.

The person who walked to the camera in the corridor stood in front of the last photo frame, which showed a child in baby clothes smiling at the camera.

Song Jianyu saw clearly the changes in the other person's life, turned around and walked downstairs to the spiral staircase in the living room.

Walking up the unshielded stairs, he saw a figure with legs crossed sitting in the huge living room below.

The other party held a remote control and was watching the evening news on TV.

On the TV that looked like a big colorful square, the voice of the host came out.

"The local evening news reported that the demon who committed seven consecutive crimes recently was finally arrested by the police at the scene of the crime. According to the police investigation and evidence collection, the suspect Song Moumou found that the other party even took the initiative to call the police and told the police that he had seen the murderer. , and provided false clues for the police, but he himself took an innocent victim hostage again shortly after hanging up the phone..."

The figure coming down the stairs calmly listened to the figure on the TV, and stepped down the steps step by step until his feet landed on the flat floor of the living room.

Song Jianyu looked at the report on TV and at the scrolling text in the lower right corner.

On September 1998, 9, the weather turned cloudy.

"Agou, go get me something to eat."

Wen Yan, who was on the sofa with his legs crossed, squinted at his son standing beside him.