Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu, who is no longer in Yichen's body last week, has recently been boosting and playing games at home every day because of the Spring Festival.

I earned an extra 3000 yuan in a winter vacation, and I haven't had any dreams yet.

While letting Song Jianyu relax, he went to Shikumen Prison again after the year. He bought a few more sets of coats, trousers and hats for Song Zongming, and brought him a few more old books he had read. .

On the night of returning from Shikumen, Song Jianyu woke up on the train.

The middle-aged man who was woken up by the flight attendant looked around blankly.

People around were packing up their belongings and preparing to get off the train. The sky outside was so dark that only the lights on the platform could be seen. Song Jianyu bent down and looked at the platform through the glass window.

The huge Baoji platform welcomes him.

"Hurry up and get the things." Song Jianyu, who was still in a daze, was pushed into the aisle aside, and a heavy burden was thrown into his arms.

Holding the backpack in his arms, he saw two men wearing old sun hats on the opposite side of the train seat, tiptoeing to take the backpack off the luggage rack above.

As soon as the things were in hand, the two carried their backpacks and walked along the flow of people.

Song Jianyu couldn't figure out what the situation was, and didn't dare to say anything. He followed them off the train with the backpack in his arms.

In Gansu in February, the air was dry and cold. Song Jianyu shivered when he got off the train from the cold wind.

Following the two people in front, they stepped on the thick snow until they got out of the platform.

When it was time to check the ticket before coming out, Song Jianyu fumbled through his pockets quietly.

I found a train ticket from Jinjiang to Baoji in it. The departure time was at noon on February [-]th, which meant that this group of people got on the train during the day.

He looked up at the huge round clock in Baoji Railway Station, the hour hand on it pointed to the direction of 1 o'clock.

"Hurry up!"

Song Jianyu was urged again. Just as he turned his head to the man in the gray short-brimmed hat in front of him, he grabbed his wrist: "Zheng Liang! Don't forget your purpose of coming here! If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

He himself, who was being pulled by this, staggered forward, dragging the heavy backpack in his hand and muttering in his heart, "I really don't know what the purpose of my coming here is? Otherwise, you will come with me again." Shall I say it again?"

"However, it turns out that my name is Zheng Liang."

The person who remembered the name followed them through the waiting area and across the huge square, and on the side of the road a black van opened its doors.

After seeing the three of them coming out, a man like a thin monkey walked out of it immediately, and raised his hand to snatch the luggage backpacks of the two people in front of him. The backpack in Song Jianyu's hand also ended up in the same way.

The three elders who had just got off the train caught up with the van like three quails.

When the car door closed, Song Jianyu raised his neck and glanced over.

"12345...789..."

Good guy, plus the three of them, there are a total of seven people in this van.

The person in the driver's seat in front started the car and left the train station. Song Jianyu sat in the middle of the second row, and on the left and right were people who got off the train with him.

"Is everything ready?"

The big man on the left who called him Zheng Liang took off the sun hat on his head.

Song Jianyu looked over from the corner of his eye and found that this man was bald!

The hair under the visor is a wig attached to the hat.

"Pretend!"

Song Jianyu's palms were sweating hotly, and when the bald man finished speaking, the skinny monkey bent over and pulled out a backpack from under his buttocks.

The zipper was unzipped and placed in front of the three of them.

Song Jianyu bent down to look at the things in the backpack, and his head immediately crashed.

There were five-handled wooden bins in the backpack, and the bald man picked up one of them, then picked up another and threw it into Song Jianyu's arms, "Look."

Song Jianyu, who hugged Mucang in his arms, pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from yelling.

He lowered his head to seriously study and observe the weapon in his hand.

Very heavy, this is a 95-style 9 mm wheel hand wooden warehouse. This style is the first police hand wooden warehouse developed in strict accordance with military products in my country.

Because the runner of the magazine is thrown out from the left side, it is also called the revolver wooden warehouse in China.

This is the standard configuration of the major police at present. There used to be a small 77, which has been basically eliminated in recent years. All major police stations use the new revolver 95.

"Five hundred rounds of bullets, as long as you do this job for us this time, all the things will be taken away."

The thin monkey raised his chin at the backpack, took out another pack of bullets and put it in, staring at the bald man with burning eyes: "When will you work?"

"The night is long and the dream is full, go to the scene now!"

"Didn't you take a bite first after sitting in the car for so long?"

"Put the food there and it won't run away. Eat after watching the venue."

The bald man made up his mind, and the matter was settled like this.

Song Jianyu was still looking at the gun in his hand. This thing is not for joking. If he does any strange behavior now, he will be suddenly prodded.

Not to mention calling the police, he didn't even know if he would have the chance to get off the car.

The van stopped an hour and a half later in the middle of nowhere.

The three of Song Jianyu got out of the car empty-handed, and the luggage they brought was busy being carried by others.

A group of seven people walked in the deep mountains. Song Jianyu walked in the middle of the crowd with his neck shrunk, looking at the surrounding terrain from time to time. It was useless to remember the way.

The surroundings were empty, as if there were only seven of them in the whole world.

Even the traces of snow under his feet, through the footprints, Song Jianyu was able to confirm that no one would pass by this place except them.

After walking in the snow for half an hour, I finally saw a small wooden house in the wilderness in the gray world.

A yellow oil lamp was hung on the door of the wooden house, and Song Jianyu had to go on after the seven people arrived.

The bald head who put on the hat again grabbed him from behind: "You go in behind me."

Song Jianyu stopped and let him enter the wooden house obediently and sensiblely, and then bent down and walked in.

After entering, I found that there was only one old man sitting on a single camp bed smoking dry cigarettes in the room.

Seeing a group of people walk into the house, he raised his eyelids timidly, "A plate of pork head?"

The thin monkey replied, "Two or two more old Baigan."

Hearing the answer, the old man got off the bed, and the thin monkey went straight up and moved the camp bed away, revealing the wooden door below.

"Three old brothers, come in." The thin monkey made an inviting gesture, signaling Song Jianyu and the bald man to open the wooden door and go down.

This time Song Jianyu learned his lesson, and instead of being the first to move, he walked behind the two of them and walked down the wooden door.

When he was stepping down the underground stairs, he heard the movement behind him and knew that the four people followed them down.

I don't know when this secret passage was dug. Song Jianyu could still smell the earthy smell of fresh soil when he climbed down. On the way, he even touched a writhing earthworm with his palm.

While frightening him into the middle of the night, he bit his lower lip so hard that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Fortunately, this passage ended in less than a mile.

He already felt the cold wind blowing from the hole, and the two people walking in front of him had been pulled out of the hole.

As soon as Song Jianyu reached the entrance of the cave where the cold wind poured down, a hand was stretched out and motioned for him to hold it.

The person who was already half dead from exhaustion held that hand, but he didn't exert much effort, and his whole body was pulled up.

When they reached the ground, they were thrown aside, and the four people behind were also dragged up one after another.

Song Jianyu sat on the ground and rested for a while before he had time to look around.

In such a cold winter night, there are more than a dozen tents 100 meters away, and the bonfires are reflected on those weather-beaten faces.

"Don't speak for a while without my order."

The bald man stood up at some point, looked at the group of people in the distance, walked behind Song Jianyu, and whispered in his ear.

Song Jianyu nodded silently, even if he was asked to say it, he didn't know what he could say.

"It's a big battle, it seems this time it's a big deal." Another man wearing a sun hat spoke for the first time, and Song Jianyu couldn't help but look up at him as soon as he spoke.

No way, this guy looks at least 50 years old on the outside, but the voice of this opening is no more than 30 years old.

The way young people speak and the expressiveness of their voices are completely different from those of 50-year-olds.

He cast his eyes on the half of the face that was blocked by the sun hat, and took a few hard glances to remember the other person's appearance.

Then the three walked towards the crowd, neither he nor the elder brother with a voice that didn't match his appearance didn't have to open the door.

During the whole process, the bald man went to discuss things with those people, and Song Jianyu was led to sit in a tent.

Others brought a heated canned beef and some steamed buns that had just been roasted over the fire.

The soft steamed buns and steaming canned beef finally warmed up Song Jianyu's limbs that were almost frozen.

As soon as he finished eating two steamed buns, the bald man opened the curtain and came in, saw him: "Go, it's your turn to do things."

Song Jianyu silently put down the unfinished canned beef in his hand, and followed the other party out of the tent worriedly. He deeply suspected that the meal just now was the last supper.

After all, he didn't even know what kind of person Zheng Liang was.

Everyone outside the tent packed their things and watched in silence as the bald man brought Song Jianyu out.

"Just him?"

"Just him is enough." The bald man was quite confident.

Then Song Jianyu was taken to the middle of the valley, and the backpack he was carrying on the train was opened and returned to him.

A compass that had been used for an unknown number of years was stuffed into his palm.

"Looking at mountains and looking for tombs is your housekeeping skill. Whether you can make a fortune this time depends on you."

The bald man put those things in a cloth bag and hung them on Zheng Liang's shoulders. When he approached him, he lowered his voice and threatened: "Be serious, if you can't find the tomb, we will have to bury you here!"

Song Jianyu looked at the serious face of the other party, and then looked down at the guy in his hand.

"Wan Duzi, this is a member of a tomb robbery group!"