Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu held the tool in his hand, and looked around with the posture of looking at the terrain.

The group of strangers came out with them. Although they didn't greet them, Song Jianyu could see clearly that everyone in this group had bulging waists, and all of them were wearing the same style of wooden warehouse that was on the van just now.

Once he made an abnormal move, blood would definitely be spattered three feet.

The person who drove the ducks to the shelves took a deep breath and started walking alone in the snow with the compass in his hand.

From time to time, someone passed by him. Song Jianyu looked at the compass seriously on the surface, and muttered in his mouth decently: "Tiangangdisha, 36 caves, those who are fighting in battle... Amitabha... The infinite world..."

It was all gibberish and nonsense. He was walking in the snow in the cold weather, and he was forced to sweat by these people.

Both feet were almost numb, and the half can of beef that I ate had already been digested completely.

The hands holding the compass were frozen and stiff, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter. Song Jianyu even began to think about whether to hit a rock and faint.

In any case, it is better to return the body to the guy named Zheng Liang than to be Mr. Dong Guo here.

Seeing his looking around, the bald man ran over from a distance and said urgently, "Did you find the place!"

Song Jianyu just wanted to answer but couldn't find it, the other party then exhaled whitely: "Zheng Liang, don't forget that your wife and children are still in my hands."

The words that came to his mouth were swallowed on the spot, and he raised his hand and pointed to a strange cow-like rock not far away: "That's it, start digging from there."

"What's the use of just fingering! Take the guy and go locate it."

After the bald man finished speaking, he ran to the group of people who were monitoring and assisting him in the distance, and pointed at Song Jianyu's face from afar to tell them that they had found the location.

Next, as long as the location is fixed, it can be excavated.

Song Jianyu, who was being watched by all the tomb robbers, took out something from the cloth bag on his shoulder with twitching corners of his mouth.

Everything looks ordinary, and he doesn't know each of them at all, hey!

How to position it!Can you let him go to training first before performing such a difficult performance!

No one heard his heartfelt voice, and everyone only saw that the tomb-seeking expert squatted down with a thing in one hand, groped on the ground for a long time, and planted a red flag there.

Then Song Jianyu used up all the small flags in the cloth bag in one go.

Some of these flags are red and some are green. He doesn't know what they mean anyway.

After the nine flags were placed blindly by him, the bald man ran over again, checked their positions one by one, and waved towards the distance.

The old man who got off the train with them came over with the equipped guy in his hand.

This time Song Jianyu finally got to know something. This man was holding a Luoyang shovel that archaeologists and tomb robbers love to use.

The other party took the thing and took a closer look at the place where he threw the flag just now.

Then start shoveling from those green flags.

Song Jianyu wanted to continue reading, but the bald man had already patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, go back to the tent to rest for a while, and we'll call you if something happens."

As soon as the voice fell, three big men with wooden warehouses came to surround him, and forced him to sit in the tent.

Just after taking a sip of a cup of hot tea, heated canned beef and steamed buns arrived again.

Song Jianyu ate a few mouthfuls, then closed his eyes and rested for a while under the pretext of being sleepy, and called him when there was something to do.

After the people in the tent went out, he quickly closed his eyes and began to sleep.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Song Jianyu woke up from his bedroom.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling. There were no bald men, canned beef or steamed buns around.

The person who got up from the bed carefully opened the door of the second bedroom, and after confirming again and again that this was his own home, he lay down on the bed again, and the next second someone got up again.

Squatting beside the bed, he took out the stamps and letter paper that he had hidden under the bed, sat in front of the table and typed out a draft of the content with straw paper, and after confirming that it was correct, he moved all the content to the letter paper.

The person who left home at [-]:[-] in the morning surprised Mother Song a little.

"Didn't you go back to school the day after tomorrow? What are you doing up so early now?"

Song Jianyu, with the letter in his arms, put on his shoes without changing his face, "I want to eat the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes from the old street. There is always a long queue at that store. Now is the right time to go."

"Then you just happened to bring me a piece of roasted bait. I also kind of want to eat breakfast over there."

Song's mother did not doubt that he was there. After talking for a while in the living room, the mother and son went to the old street and the other to open the door of the shop.

Song Jianyu took the letter to the old street, and walked around the road a few times before passing a boutique jewelry store that had just opened.

After finding an unmonitored corner, he quietly threw the letter in his hand into the huge sky-blue mailbox in the oblique corner.

This mailbox is one of the major features of the old street in Jinjiang City. A few years ago, it was popular to write letters to the future self. The owner of this jewelry store also set up such a large mailbox.

Before Song Jianyu came here, he specially investigated the flow of people in the old street. It is also one of the famous tourist attractions in Jinjiang City. The daily flow of tourists is about 5, and the daily flow during peak holidays is as high as [-].

There is an introduction to this mailbox on the major travel guides, and the tour guides will also recommend tourists to buy a piece of letter paper and stamps in the store and send them to their future self or send postcards to friends in other places.

Every morning at 08:30, the postman will come and collect all the letters inside.

Those who have done all the strategies well choose this mailbox as the key to sending letters.

The young man with deep merit and fame left the old street calmly, holding brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in one hand and packed fried bait in the other.

At 08:30 in the morning, the postman came to pick up the mail on time, and countless letters were packed into bags, and these letters would be sorted and sent to various places according to the addresses on the envelopes.

At 23:[-] p.m. that day, the police station under the jurisdiction of Bishui, Jinjiang City received the plain-looking letter.

The addressee on the envelope was written to Zhou Jianming of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

"How did the letter to the Criminal Investigation Brigade get to our police station?" The police officer from the Bishui Police Station picked up the somewhat thick letter and made an internal call to the Criminal Investigation Brigade hundreds of meters away.

"Captain Zhou, you have sent a letter to our police station. Come and pick it up when you have time."

Zhou Jianming happened to be going out, so after receiving the call, he took the mail that belonged to him from the police station to the car.

When he returned to the criminal investigation brigade after finishing his work outside, he took the mail to the brigade's office before leaving.

"Captain! The salted fish and eggplant stew I just ordered for you."

Ye Cheng waved to Zhou Jianmin when he saw someone from afar.

When someone came over, he had helped open the fast food.

The whole office was sitting here for dinner, and Zhou Jianming opened the mail in his hand.

"The sender, Zhang San, there are still people with this name."

Holding the fast food, Li Qin caught a glimpse of the sender's name on the mail and couldn't help laughing.

"What's so strange about being called Zhang San? This is a painting of a wooden warehouse?" Zhou Jianming had already opened the letter inside.

There are three pictures in total. The first picture is a pencil drawing. The person who sent the letter is very poor at drawing, but the details are depicted very clearly.

A van, with seven stick figures sitting in it, the centers of the seven stick figures are circled with a circle, and a 95-style stick figure is drawn inside.

Below this wooden warehouse, there are several layers of wooden warehouse patterns with handles.

The person at the dinner table calmly opened the second letter.

"Find out Zheng Liang's wife and children, and I'll tell you where these wooden warehouses are stored, and what's the use of these things. I won't see them in Jinjiang City within three days. You are at your own risk, Zhang Sanliu. "

Zhou Jianming put down the letter and looked at the last piece of letter paper. There was a group of people drawn on this paper. In the valley, everyone was holding a wooden warehouse in their hands and pointing at the person in the center of the picture.

"Qin Shiguan, go and find out how many people named Zheng Liang are in Jinjiang City. The man is married and has children."

"I'll go check it out right now." Qin Shiguan had already seen the contents of the first letter when Zhou Jianming put it down just now.

"Li Qin, go and find out where this letter was sent from."

"Yecheng, follow me to another place."

After a dinner, everyone hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls and then started to get busy again.

Song Jianyu took the breakfast bought from the old street, and after delivering some roasted bait to Song's mother at the store, he went home and studied Zhang San's crime video carefully.

On the letter he sent, all the fingerprints were wiped clean by him, and the ballpoint pen and pencil eraser used were all brand new items purchased.

When writing, he even put on woolen gloves for winter, making his handwriting not like his own.

It is guaranteed that even the most familiar people will not recognize it.

As for why he didn't directly explain in the letter that he was Zheng Liang himself, and why he didn't tell the police all the truth.

After Zhang San's video training and teaching, Song Jianyu knew that this kind of behavior is called surrender, and at the same time provided effective clues to help the police arrest his accomplices.

According to the criminal law of our country, if a criminal suspect surrenders himself to perform meritorious service, he will be given a lighter punishment according to law.

When Song Jianyu wrote the letter, he never thought of asking Zheng Liang to surrender and make meritorious service, and he was not obliged to help a criminal surrender to reduce his sentence.

That night, the person who woke up again from the valley of Baoji, just opened his eyes and before he could see the person clearly, he was carried away to a stone gate that exploded outside the valley.

"There is an organ here that we cannot open, come and try!"

Song Jianyu, who was carried away to the scene before he could put on his coat, stared at the gravel on the ground and the huge three-meter-high black gate in front of him in confusion.

"This tomb was really dug up by you!" Song Jianyu, who was shivering from the cold, let out a breath of disbelief.

"If it weren't for your positioning, we don't know how much time we have wasted here. This old man will show everyone again and help us open this door. The blasting movement during the day is too loud, and our explosives can only be used once. Now we can only rely on technicians like you to play."

Song Jianyu, who had become a technician, was pushed to the door by someone.

Song Jianyu had a lot of swear words to say.

Where he pointed out with his eyes closed, how could there really be a tomb?

Does he count as assisting a crime...