Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"You can't always give money to those people, and you have to keep some money with you, otherwise you won't be able to carry cement in the future."

Seeing Zhou Qiang's swaying appearance, the uncle in front of him, who was carrying two bags of cement, sighed and stepped up the two steps, walking quickly with a "thump, thump, thump".

At the back, Song Jianyu was carrying a bag of cement, like a snail slowly lifting his heavy feet, moving up one step at a time, not forgetting his purpose of coming to the construction site, trying to catch up with the other party : "Uncle, I understand what you said, next time I will definitely leave money for the meal."

Zhong Jianhua, who had already climbed up to the platform on the second floor, became impatient when he heard this, and looked back at the black-skinned young man who was slowly moving up the first floor with his back on the concrete: "You even gave them the meal money? No wonder I I heard that you didn't go to work three days ago, and the foreman couldn't find you. Did you go to them again?

How many times have I told you that you and them are not the same biological parents, no matter how great the kindness you have, there will be a time when the kindness is repaid, and you still plan to help them for the rest of your life? "

The ignorant Song Jianyu showed his big white teeth, and rolled his black eyes slyly: "That can't be left alone, Uncle, go up, don't stop."

As soon as he stopped, Song Jianyu felt that he no longer had the strength to lift his foot.

Zhong Jianhua turned around and continued to go up with the cement on his shoulders, nagging as he walked: "Xiaoqiang, you are too sincere. Now that you have grown up, even if you don't think about yourself, you will always marry and marry a wife in the future. You put the money away." After giving it all to those brothers, do you still plan to die alone in this life?"

In this regard, Song Jianyu, who was like a tail behind him, shook his head again and again: "Of course I don't intend to. I just want to help within my ability. After all, we have known each other for so many years."

It seems that Zhou Qiang himself is not a big problem. The brothers who need Zhou Qiang to work and support him on the construction site are the suspicious suspects.

Song Jianyu held back the cement on his back with both arms, and thought while walking, "Could it be that Zhou Qiang was threatened by someone to participate in illegal cases?"

"If my kid is half as sensible as you, I will be content in this life. I heard that someone recently published their identity information in the newspaper. If you try it, you may be able to find your biological parents.

Zhong Jianhua, who had already climbed up to the platform on the third floor, continued.

"It's expensive to publish a newspaper, right? I haven't found it for so many years and I've given up hope."

Song Jianyu said on his lips, silently remembering that Zhou Qiang was an orphan in his heart.

I haven't seen my parents, and there are brothers who need him to raise?

It seems that after being adopted, he is now supporting his brothers in the adoptive family?

"Don't give up hope. People need to have some hope in life. It's not expensive to publish a piece of news in the newspaper. If you don't have enough money, I can lend you first, but you are not allowed to lend you the money I lent you. brother!"

"Thank you uncle, but I can't take your money. I can just figure out how to find my relatives."

Song Jianyu has a sweet mouth and is willing to spend time coaxing people to talk. From the morning to the meal time at twelve o'clock at noon, he has already inquired about Zhou Qiang's situation, and at the same time, he has been dragging him upstairs. Uncle, Zhong Jianhua also inquired clearly about Zhong Jianhua's personal information about how many acres of land his wife and children have.

At [-]:[-] they had dinner, and they finished the last load of cement at [-]:[-].

The people who came down from the eighth floor were walking down the rough-edged stair railing, their calves trembling and shaking as they walked.

When his two legs finally moved to the ground of the first floor, he only felt that as soon as he let go of the railing, these two legs would be able to lie directly on the ground softly.

Dragging his noodle-like legs, he found a row of outdoor faucets, where many workers washed their hands and faces and prepared to eat.

Song Jianyu walked over and saw a mirror with a crack in the middle by the edge of the pool. He inadvertently looked up and saw the gray-skinned young man in the mirror.

It is gray skin in the true sense. On the face that was originally dark and yellow, now there is no place where there is no dust on the forehead, eyebrows, eyelids, nose and cheeks.

Even the straw-like strands of hair on his head were covered with a layer of dust.

The young man standing in front of the mirror opened his mouth to reveal the only clean white teeth in his whole body.

"Oh, life is hard." Song Jianyu left the mirror, walked to the side of the pool and took off the gloves he had been wearing all morning, his palms were all red.

After washing his hands, he found a place for the workers to eat. They were all construction site fast food, two dishes and one soup, and each person had a stainless steel lunch box.

The person holding the lunch box and eating, moved his legs that were about to be scrapped, found a shaded place, sat down and began to eat.

Before the meal was finished, Song Jianyu saw two sleek young men in small suits and slippery leather shoes coming to him across the crowd.

Song Jianyu, who was working hard to cook, silently moved away from the other side's pair of sneakers worth [-] yuan, looked up and up, and finally fell on the other side's two passerby faces, blinked, and silently signaled them to go first Open your mouth.

"Brother, give me 2000 yuan."

Under his gaze, Passerby A stretched out a pair of white and fat palms without any calluses.

Song Jianyu silently put down his lunch box, and stretched out the palm of his hand, which had been carrying the cement for a morning. It was dark and red, and there were still a few places in the fingertips that had been worn out. You could vaguely see red bloodshot, ten nails. The lids are all split.

"Why give me hands, give me money." Passerby A looked at the dirty palms, curled his lips in disgust, and stepped on the bricks carefully, fearing that his new shoes would be damaged by the sundries on the construction site.

"I have no money."

Song Jianyu withdrew the palm used for comparison, hugged the lunch box and continued cooking.

Even if he has money, he doesn’t want to give it to such a person. Zhou Qiang lives in an eight-person dormitory on the construction site, uses a counterfeit mobile phone, and wears 20 yuan sandals and slippers from a roadside stall.

This guy is full body, and the cost of a haircut is worth Zhou Qiang's whole body.

When passer-by A heard that he would not give the money, he was anxious on the spot: "Brother agreed that you will give me 2000 yuan today! I have made an appointment with someone to go to the comic exhibition today. How can you hold your head up among your friends!!"

Song Jianyu didn't like to hear these words very much. He stood up on his knees and looked at the stranger condescendingly: "Otherwise, I will ask for leave now to go to the manga exhibition with you. I believe your friends will see you. After such a construction site boss earns money for you to play with, your head can be lifted eight feet high, which guarantees that you will become the best man in the comic exhibition!"

Passerby A didn't expect that this obedient and always obedient guy suddenly became difficult.

And from the corner of his eye, he saw the friend who came with him holding a mobile phone to record the conversation between the two brothers.

You don't need to think about it, you know, this guy will definitely be broadcast among the brothers soon, and he will really lose face at that time.

Therefore, Passerby A rushed to Zhou Qiang's side, pulled him closer by his collar, and whispered in his ear: "If you don't give me money today, I will tell my parents that you killed someone!"

This threat is really fatal to Song Jianyu, who is now focused on getting rich and solving crimes.

Therefore, Song Jianyu pretended to be angry and thought calmly for a few seconds before returning to this passer-by, "You have no evidence."

Passerby A showed a proud smile on his face, raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark young man in front of him, "I took a video of what happened in the villa that day, as long as you obediently give me the money, no one will know about it, you or me The good son in my parents' eyes is also my good brother."

"I need two days. I have already given you all the money I have on me. I will give you the money after I work for another two days, but you have to send me the original copy of the video." Song Jianyu said Facing the smug eyes of the villain without fear, he said calmly.

"I want money today." Passerby A insisted.

Song Jianyu sneered, spread his palms and said, "Then you can report me to the Public Security Bureau with the video now, and see who will continue to provide you with money without me."

Passerby A also knew that after reporting and arresting the other party, there would no longer be such an idiot in this world who offered him a steady stream of money. Not only could he not let Zhou Qiang be arrested, but he wanted the other party to continue working honestly as always.

"I will come again the morning after tomorrow, and I will prepare 2000 yuan by then."

"Come in the afternoon, I'm busy in the morning."

Passerby A glared at Zhou Qiang again, then cursed and led his friend out of here.

After they left, Song Jianyu sat down on the ground again and hugged his lunch box, continuing to be an emotionless cook.

There was a two-hour break after the meal. After talking to Zhong Jianhua, he left the construction site and chose a lottery station ten kilometers away from the construction site.

I bought the lottery numbers recorded in the mobile phone for 20 yuan, ten bets.

Before possessing him, he checked it with his mobile phone, and there were a total of 101 winning numbers for the first prize in this issue, all of which were purchased by the same person. Song Jianyu wondered if this was the legendary lottery director's due withdrawal?But thinking that as long as he buys less, the other party should not change the number, right?

Holding the lottery ticket he won, Song Jianyu decided not to go to bed tonight. He would wait for the lottery to be drawn in the evening, and then redeem the winnings and hide them as soon as possible tomorrow.

He didn't want to go to the construction site for the time being. A morning of carrying cement was enough for him to get information about Zhou Qiang, and the passer-by at noon also provided him with strong clues.

The case of the three headless corpses in the villa was really committed by a person like Zhou Qiang who had nothing to do with the villa.

Song Jianyu went to the Internet cafe to turn on a machine, bought a few bottles of canned coffee, sat in the corner and used the Internet cafe computer to look up the details of the villa case.

After five months, this case is still relatively new. Although the information that can be found is not as rich as five years later, it is the latest first-hand information, which can automatically block the self-guessing of other editorial reporters.

When Song Jianyu entered the uninhabited Sanyue Villa case in Jinjiang City in the search bar, a student figure passed by him, and then pulled out a chair and sat on the camera seat on his right.

Before waiting for the content of the search page to pop up, Song Jianyu glanced sideways and then fixed his gaze.

On the right hand side, the mini version of Song Jianyu bent over to turn on the host, and when he noticed someone staring at him, he looked up.

One big and one small, the two comrades Song Jianyu saw each other again in this scene.

The big Song Jianyu took a look and sat upright again. While browsing the webpage without distraction, he thought about why he went online by himself during the summer vacation of his sophomore year.