Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

After Song Jianyu couldn't sense the existence of his right hand, he tried to raise his left hand again.

The soup spoon with the potion pried open his lips, and poured another spoon in.

Someone wanted to stop his left hand, but he didn't raise it as he wished.

The old man lying motionless on the bed could only passively drink the bitter potion, while staring wide-eyed to see the person who was feeding him the potion.

It's just that his idea is very good, but no matter how wide his eyes are, he can't see the other party's facial features clearly.

"Am I wearing it on a person with high myopia and astigmatism?"

Although he couldn't feel his limbs, Song Jianyu's head could still move. He turned his head slightly and squinted his eyes to look around.

A long curtain was one meter away from his bed, blocking the view to his right. Song Jianyu had to turn his head to the left again, and was fed a spoonful of medicine in the middle.

"Father is very obedient and obedient today." The young man in a white coat sitting on a high stool looked at the paralyzed old man on the hospital bed, and murmured softly, "Even the eyes are round and round." cute."

Song Jianyu opened a pair of eyes that were no different from being blind, turned his eyeballs to look at the young man with blurred and dislocated facial features, and opened his mouth: "You..."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came out of his mouth, and Song Jianyu closed his mouth the next second because of the unpleasantness of his own voice.

His action made the person in front of the hospital bed put down the medicine bowl in his hand, took out the flashlight he carried with him, leaned over and opened Song Jianyu's mouth, and shone the light into it.

The voice was still soft and light, and while checking the condition of his throat, he said to him: "I didn't expect Dad to be able to speak, I thought you would not be able to speak after cutting your tongue."

"Uh..." The person lying unable to move, after digesting the meaning of the other party's words, woke up in shock.

In the male dormitory of Yunda University, Song Jianyu looked at the graffiti on the ceiling of the upper bunk and exhaled a long breath.

Get out of bed, turn on the light and drink water.

The cold mineral water poured into the stomach, which made the person who was still addicted to the dream wake up a little bit.

"Hey! What kind of pervert is this!"

Before I opened my mouth, I thought it was a picture of a loving father and son, but when I opened my mouth, I realized that it was an old hermaphrodite.

The young man standing in the dormitory held the mineral water bottle in his hand: "But although the picture is not clear, it should be the hospital!"

The last time he slept at home for more than 24 hours, Mother Song sent him to the hospital ward.

After Song Jianyu woke up, he looked at the three-person ward.

Then compare it with the picture in your dream just now.

The self on the bed was either born with a disability, or was paralyzed the day after tomorrow. People without hands and feet definitely need someone to take care of them 24 hours a day.

That curtain is used to cover the middle of the three hospital beds.

It's just that the man's eyesight was too poor. When the guy feeding the medicine approached him, Song Jianyu even saw six swaying eyeballs from the upper half of the other's face. Apart from knowing that the other party was a man, what else could he do? I don't remember either.

After drinking a bottle of water, Song Jianyu climbed back onto the bed and put on the quilt, planning to try another dream.

He hadn't figured out the identities of those two people just now. According to his ability to dream these few times, he should be the murderer or the suspect.

But in the scene just now, the person feeding him the medicine is more like a villain who treats the old man harshly.

The person lying on the single bed pulled the thick quilt up to his chin, lay on his side and fell asleep again.

Half an hour later, Song Jianyu woke up from the cold.

The person with chattering teeth opened his eyes tremblingly and found himself lying on the table with a homework book under his arm.

He straightened the thing, looked back around, saw the bed one meter away behind him, jumped up trembling, and grabbed the quilt to cover himself.

The cold quilt was quickly warmed by him, which in turn warmed the body that had been sitting in front of the table for an unknown amount of time.

Song Jianyu squatted on the bed and huddled together, waiting for his limbs to warm up before he had time to look at this strange room.

On the wall directly opposite the bed were several primary school awards and a leaky yellow swimming ring.

There is a hanger behind the door, with several sets of school uniforms hanging on it, and the lamp on the desk where I woke up just now is still on.

Song Jianyu got up slowly holding the quilt, stood on the ground barefoot and looked down at his current appearance.

The gray pajama pants are so short that they can't cover the bare feet. Song Jianyu can tell how short his legs are without a ruler. Not only are his legs short, but his hands are also short now, and he is also short.

The whole person has shrunk into a child.

The new child stood in front of the desk with a thick quilt, and looked at the items on the table by the light of the desk lamp.

The mouth is still chanting non-stop.

"What bad things can such a small child do?"

After the voice fell, he saw the homework book he had moved away when he woke up just now.

Dou Da's "Die! Die! Die!" was written on the notebook with a red ballpoint pen.

Song Jianyu silently picked up the homework book with two fingers and turned to the previous page.

The same content, colorful ballpoint pens, scribbled the same two words in every grid of the homework book.

He flipped through all the pages in a row, and finally saw a piece of content with square and strong writing on the last page.

It starts with the word suicide note.

The person standing in front of the desk silently turned on the lamp, sat on the stool with the quilt in his arms, and read the suicide note written by the junior high school student.

The content of the suicide note stated that a boy in the second year of junior high school was bullied by his classmates all the time because of his thin voice and too delicate appearance.

Everyone always called him a sissy behind his back. In gym class, he was always laughed at for being skinny like a sissy. He was forced to take off his pants to check his gender. Some people robbed him of his living expenses, saying that the money of good buddies must be Everyone should use it together. In fact, every time the money is robbed, none of the money will return to his pocket.

Even though he worked hard in the sun to get a tan and went to exercise every morning, his physique didn't improve at all.

The classmates sitting in the back row of him often stepped on his shoes when they passed by him, and secretly poured leftovers on his books. When he asked other people, everyone said they didn't know and didn't see it.

Even because he didn't agree to help them cheat during the exam, he was locked in the toilet after school and was slapped six times.

Written at the end of the suicide note.

"Adults always say that life is very long, and young people are the most innocent and carefree. As long as they go to school and study hard, the rest of the troubles will be carried by adults.

But why, as a young man, I feel that studying at school is the hardest, most painful and desperate thing in this world?

Zhu Jiajun said in my ear today, sissy go to hell.I suddenly felt that what he said was right, a sissy like me probably only died to not be hated by others. "

The teenager who was hugging the quilt and sitting in front of the desk with his waist bent, took a deep breath of air and closed the homework in his hands. He got up, uncovered the quilt, walked to the bed, and turned on all the lights in the bedroom.

Taking down the schoolbag hanging behind the door, Song Jianyu rummaged through it to find the name and school of the second-year junior boy, and also found a black plastic bag from the bedside cabinet.

There were more than a dozen pills of unknown purpose in it, and Song Jianyu also found a diary in the bottom drawer of the desk.

The diary contains all the diaries from the two years since entering junior high school.

When a person who has not slept all night sits at the desk and reads all the content in it verbatim, the sun outside the window also rises.

Song Jianyu took off the school uniform on the hanger behind the door and put it on, opened the bedroom door and walked out, found the bathroom and washed his face, because he couldn't tell the toothbrush apart, he could only simply rinse his mouth.

The person who finished all this raised his head and stood in front of the mirror and looked at the 14-year-old boy inside.

He really looks like a child with red lips and white teeth, and his white and tender look is the appearance of a good boy and a good student in the eyes of parents.

The boy whose body was occupied by the 23-year-old youth bared his teeth in the mirror with a half-smile expression.

"Let them see what a sissy is today."

The person who put on the schoolbag and went out saw 50 yuan on the shoe cabinet before leaving. He knew it was the pocket money of the children through the diary.

The person who took 50 yuan turned around and went to the vegetable market to buy a light yellow corn pet snake. The small snake was only two feet long. Song Jianyu used the remaining money to buy a steamed bun.

I ate two-thirds of it myself, and fed the rest to the pet corn snake.

At the gate of Yunda Gate, Qin Shiguan, who also hadn't slept all night, was sitting in the car, staring at the school gate. In the next few days, he would take a break. He wanted to observe Song Jianyu himself for a few days and find out what was suspicious about this person.

Song Jianyu, who had turned into a teenager, hid the snake in his school uniform pocket, walked into Jinhe Middle School swaggeringly with his schoolbag in his hand, and found the children's class by familiarity.

The boy standing at the door of the classroom blinked his black eyes at the densely packed desks inside.

"Ah, bad, I don't know where I sit!"

He didn't write this in his diary, he just said that his seat was by the window, and Zhu Jiajun's follower always said that the classroom was too stuffy in winter, so he forcibly opened the window on his side.

For this reason, he has caught a cold four times.

Song Jianyu walked into the row of desks by the window, and automatically skipped the seat with someone. He estimated a total of six seats based on his height, and chose the third row of desks by the window.

The person who just sat down with the schoolbag was hit hard on the back.

Turning his head to look, the boy with a cropped head sitting behind kicked his chair arrogantly from behind, and said sweetly, "Damn it, you're blind, you actually sat in my Brother Zhu's seat."

The students who came to the classroom early burst into laughter when they heard the voice from here.

Song Jianyu also laughed, stood up slowly, picked up his schoolbag and turned to face the arrogant acne face: "I'm sorry, I thought pigs were only used to eat feed in the pigsty, but I didn't expect He's still in school!"

"Sissy! Are you repeating what you just said?"

The young man walking back with his schoolbag squinted at the evil pen, "Who is the sissy?"

"You're a sissy! Mad! You're dead when Brother Zhu comes!"

"Hello, sissy, kneel down, sissy, you won't bark until your master comes, you know?"

The conversation between the two, as well as Zhou Yichen's unusual attitude today, made the students who came to the class one after another gather together in twos and threes, not looking at Zhou Yichen with the end of their eyes.

Song Jianyu found his seat again and sat down fearlessly. He sat lazily on the chair and kicked the back of the acne-faced chair in the front row: "Move forward, you are crowding my aura."