Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu grinned and pretended to be nonchalant: "Look, I can't unlock the road to the underground palace. It's almost time to rest. We should continue to find the exit."

After speaking, he stood up from the ground, patted the dirty sweater on his body and picked up his backpack.

The bald man also stood up when he heard this, and the two of them put their arms close to each other, and they were very close: "After I watched you sleep, I kept thinking about when? When did you start liking men."

During these two hours, he didn't even close his eyes, sitting by and watching Zheng Liang kept recalling the two people from the first time they met to the present in his mind, trying to find some clues about the past.

He just couldn't find anything suspicious. Zheng Liang has always been cold-faced and unwilling to talk. Even if he has known him for many years, he really doesn't know the other person very well.

When he came out to do things, he also found a good team and people. When the time came, Zheng Liang would help them watch the place. He never asked about other things. After the work was done, he took his share and left.

The bald man's head was about to explode. There was no Internet in the tomb, so he couldn't find someone to rescue him. He could only look at Zheng Liang and think about the past.

The person who was about to leave raised the flashlight to shine on the big confused face of the bald man. He hated himself for making a joke, which made this guy look weirder than before, but his mouth was very ruthless. : "It's already a thing of the past so don't need to mention it again. If you really want to know the answer, find a way out of here first, and I will tell you the answer then."

If he is lucky, he will be arrested by the police and sentenced, and then assigned to the same prison, and then let the real Zheng Liang and him slowly have a relationship in the prison cell.

As for now, all he has to do is to find the gang in front of him before the police come, and hold the large force here to wait for the police.

The Baoji City Public Security Bureau received a call from the Jinjiang City Criminal Investigation Brigade and learned that a group of tomb robbers from Jinjiang City were digging and robbing tombs in Baoji City.

The Municipal Bureau received an anonymous report letter from Jinjiang City, led a team to the valley where the accident occurred according to the clues provided in the letter, and asked archaeological experts in the province to provide timely rescue assistance.

When the police came to the valley, they saw many abandoned tents, bonfires that had not been burned out, and several tomb robbers were making explosives on the spot, preparing to blow open the tomb door again. After the arrest of several criminals, I learned from their mouths that there are more than a dozen criminals in the tomb, and they have not come out since entering the tomb in the morning.

When the contacted archaeological experts led the team to the scene, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the entire valley was surrounded by special police. At the same time, they led police dogs to patrol around to prevent criminals from accidentally escaping.

Song Jianyu in the depths of the tomb has already yawned several times sleepily, the compressed biscuits have been eaten by the two of them, the flashlight was out of power a few hours ago, and now the four of them are huddled together like quails hugging their knees Crouch in a corner.

Has it been 10 minutes, or half an hour?No one spoke at all.

He is better than a bald head, ah!It was the bald man who searched the tomb with a flashlight at first, but found a burial pit instead of an exit, with two grave robbers lying at the bottom.

When the two of them partnered to drag him up, they were still alive after touching it.

I carried the two people to the dark river over there, poured some river water on them and stuffed them with some compressed biscuits. After waking them up, the two sides talked to each other to find out.

These two people followed their boss on the way to find the main tomb, and when they passed the sacrificial pit, they took the initiative to pick up the treasure.

The baby passed out before picking up the person. Their boss saw the scene and couldn't even save the person, so he took the rest of his subordinates and quickly left the potentially poisonous position and fled the scene quickly.

If Song Jianyu and the others hadn't gone down to pull people up and stayed away from the pit, they might have become the new dead in this tomb when the police came.

Now the four of them have eaten everything they can eat, and it is getting colder and colder after sitting here for too long without any activity.

Song Jianyu yawned again, and made one last suggestion before going to sleep.

"Going back, I suspect that there are organs on that door that I haven't seen before, so I'll take another look."

The four people present were all doing errands or working hard, and the only skilled worker was Zheng Liang, and he was the one who found the tomb and opened the door.

The other three people didn't suspect him, they climbed up with the help of the wall and began to walk back in the dark.

Every time they encounter a fork in the road or don't know where to go, they light up the surroundings with lighters, and then continue to move forward after confirming the direction.

The tomb has not been opened for thousands of years, and the few people dare not talk more and use lighters, for fear of losing oxygen before they go out.

After the four of them walked back to the door exhaustedly, they heard voices talking outside the door.

He couldn't hear clearly, but he could clearly hear that these people were trying to find a way to open the door of the tomb.

Song Jianyu guessed that the police had found this place, sat down tiredly against the wall, and beckoned to the other three people: "Which one of you has a loud voice, tell the outside and we will wait behind the door."

The bald man didn't make a sound all the way, but when he saw that there was hope to go out, he immediately stuck his mouth on the one-foot-thick iron gate and shouted outside.

"Help! We are right behind the door, quickly open the door and save us!"

Outside the door, archaeological experts and a team are carefully transporting some equipment to the site, preparing to use modern large equipment to open a small hole in the iron door.

Hearing the movement inside the door, he quickly called to stop, took a tool and pasted it on the door, and after careful identification, he confirmed that the person in the tomb was still alive.

"Let's go farther away to prevent ourselves from being injured during the explosion."

When Song Jianyu spoke, he had already retreated five meters away, stood in a safe position and then sat down again, and said to the bald man who came with him, "I'll take a rest first, call me when the door opens."

Before the other party came home, he had already closed his eyes, kicked his legs and fell asleep.

In the ward of No. 351 City Hospital, the curtain in front of Bed [-] was pulled open slowly by a hand.

Song Jianyu, who was sitting on the hospital bed in a hospital gown, was in a daze. After looking at the situation of the two beds next door, he carried the hanging bottle above, put on the disposable slippers on the floor and turned to the end of the bed.

There was a briefing on the patient's name and condition.

Song Jianyu picked up the splint with his free hand, and saw that there were three big characters Song Jianyu written on it at the beginning.

"Good guy, I'm in the hospital again."

The etiology stated that he was unconscious for unknown reasons.

It wasn't that he was in a coma. In order to prevent the bald man from destroying the cultural relics in the tomb, he didn't know how many times he slept this day, and he was busy on another person.

The person who put the splint back searched around in the ward again but didn't see Mother Song's whereabouts. After thinking about it, he went out with the bottle to find someone.

Mother Song was sitting in a chair on the first floor, talking to someone.

When Song Jianyu found her, he saw that she was chatting with Hua Yaqi, and when he got closer, he heard that Hua Yaqi had stewed chicken soup and sent it to the hospital. She wanted Song's mother to go back to rest tonight, and she was here to take care of Song Jianyu. When someone wakes up, he will notify Song's mother as soon as possible.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about Lele being alone at home. You'd better go back and rest later. The shop will not open for business tomorrow. I'll let you have three days off."

Song's mother was so focused on Song Jianyu that she had no intention of opening a shop and doing business.

"Mom, Sister Hua, you don't have to push back and forth. We can all go home tonight."

Song Jianyu held the bottle and sat across from the two of them. He yawned sleepily and looked at the two worried faces opposite him. He raised his lips and smiled: "I worked as a part-time job online until noon yesterday, so I might sleep Too dead to hear you call me."

Mother Song silently glanced at him without rebuttal, then turned to look at Hua Yaqi who was beside her: "Since Jianyu is awake, I'll take him back in a while, you should go home too."

Seeing that Song Jianyu had woken up, Hua Yaqi knew that the mother and son still had something to say, so she passed the thermos in her hand to the opposite side: "This is the soup made with old hens, remember to drink it. Take care of your body while working."

"Thank you, Sister Hua, I will remember it, I will definitely do it next time, I promise." Song Jianyu raised his palms to swear, and yawned uncontrollably after they left.

It's quite torturous that the body is full of sleep, but the soul is completely sleepless.

Song's mother looked at his sleepy eyelids and couldn't lift them. This is the lobby on the first floor of the inpatient department. It is late at night and all patients and their families are resting. Occasionally, one or two nurses will pass by from a distance.

The surrounding area was empty, only their mother and son were left.

"Jianyu, tell mom, have you been dreaming recently?"

The young man sitting across from him shook his head blankly, "No, I'm really tired from playing the game for too long."

"Aren't you too tired to wake up when the doctor examines you? This is the second time. Last time you also said that you didn't wake up because you were too tired from staying up late."

Song's mother was not fooled by his perfunctory: "Do you remember what you promised your mother last time?"

Song Jianyu lowered his head and looked at the thermos in his hand: "I remember."

"Say what you said last time again."

"No matter what you dream about, don't interfere in reality." The man in the hospital suit clasped the piggy page on the thermos with his fingernails, and silently apologized to Mother Song from the bottom of his heart.

He clearly saw it, but allowed the crime to continue without stopping it, he couldn't do it.

The conversation between mother and son came to an abrupt end. Song Jianyu went through the discharge procedures in the morning, and he packed his luggage and went to Yunda that day.

During the last six months of college, Mother Song followed him to school and watched him enter the dormitory before leaving.

After Song Jianyu and the others left, they took the number he had contacted before and called the rental agency.

I rented a single room near the school with the wages of my previous part-time job. I asked someone to replace the anti-theft door and the lock of the door inside. At the same time, a blocker was installed behind the door, and a monitor was installed on the window sill.

He checked the whole room inside and out, and after making sure that no tenant had left a hidden camera here, Song Jianyu opened the suitcase he brought out from home.

The shoebox under the bed, the new mobile phone, and the letters with stamps were all taken out of the house by him.