Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Counting correctly, they had met for the third time.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that we would meet by such a coincidence." Song Jianyu felt that his skin had thickened after wearing more times, and now he would not blush when he told a lie.

"Have you seen it?" Song's mother looked suspiciously around the big and small.

The trumpet, Song Jianyu, didn't mean to hide anything, and explained clearly the situation of his first meeting and the second meeting with the other party.

"I wanted to inquire about the situation before, so I didn't have time to tell you when we met at the door." The big song Jianyu saw the trick.

Shi Hongmei just wanted to stop seeing each other after this meal, so after understanding clearly, she took him to a nearby restaurant without hesitation.

While waiting for the food to be served, the trumpet Song Jianyu held a teacup and kept looking at the young man sitting beside him. He always felt that this person was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was so strange, and finally attributed the reason to the other party's gloves.

This man didn't even take off his gloves when he was eating.

The queen sitting next door didn't panic the whole time. After having dinner with their mother and son, she went to the hotel non-stop, first took off all her clothes, changed into Zhou Qiang's original clothes, and then Take out your new phone card and replace it with Zhou Qiang's old card.

Before he left, he taped his bank card, phone card, and household registration certificate from Donghua Community on the back of the bed floor.

When going out, Song Jianyu didn't forget to take out the Do Not Disturb sign behind the door and hang it outside.

When he arrived at the construction site, the eight-person dormitory was playing cards, and everyone asked after seeing him come back.

"Zhou Qiang, where did you go today? The foreman has been looking for you for a whole day and no one has been found."

"I'm in a hurry at home. I'll go and apologize to the foreman tomorrow." Song Jianyu walked through the slippers all over the floor, climbed up the guardrail and got on his upper bunk.

"You'd better go and apologize now, you've been absent from work for three days this week." There were workers at the bottom trying to persuade him.

The person who has not slept for two days has no energy to deal with the foreman, and falls asleep in less than 5 minutes in bed.

The person who woke up from the rental house opened his eyes and glanced at the time and date on the phone, got up and cooked a pack of instant noodles, half asleep and half awake, and then lay back down again.

Fortunately, it didn't appear on anyone else this time. Song Jianyu had a good sleep and didn't fully wake up until the next morning.

The person lying lazily on the bed was surprised to find that there was a memory of eating in his mind.

And it is from the perspective of the trumpet Song Jianyu to look at that year, the relative who suddenly appeared and said that he was from the countryside.

At the same time, the memory images from two different perspectives made Song Jianyu couldn't help but take the phone over and open the memo.

"So my appearance will indeed change the direction of history. This needs to be taken into account. Going back to the past cannot be changed at will."

After finishing writing, Song Jianyu used his mobile phone to search for the set of winning numbers that year.

The first prize he saw once, the winning number was 101 bets, but now it has become 111 bets, ten of which are the first prizes in Jinjiang City.

This also coincides with the fact that he ran back to the past and used Zhou Qiang's body to purchase.

When it was time to work, Song Jianyu put on his out shoes and walked to the express store while muttering: "It's a total of 4000 million, I didn't touch it a few times."

Working at the courier point until 10:30 in the evening, Song Jianyu bought two roasted sweet potatoes on the street and mentioned his residence, ate one and kept one for himself when he woke up.

The person who washes up and goes to bed, for the first time, has a great enthusiasm for the fact that he time travels and occupies someone else's body.

The person who got up from the old lady's bed sighed silently.

"Old lady, what are you? Is it a highway toll gate? Or a soul wear intermediary station?"

Why every time I want to go back to the past, I have to go around the old lady first.

Song Jianyu took off the quilt and got off the floor. When he put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom, he was surprised to find that the light in the living room was on.

He looked into the living room, and saw a young man with his back facing him standing on the balcony. He was holding a beer bottle in his hand. He also looked back after hearing footsteps.

The mother and son are separated by the six-meter-long living room, facing each other two by two.

A few seconds later, the man opened his mouth and pointed to the special guardrail in front of him: "Mom, can you explain why you installed this?"

"wait!"

Damn, Song Jianyu himself trotted over, pinched his chin, stared at his face up and down, looked back and forth, and said, "You are my son?"

Song Jianyu was shocked!After five years as a minor, the appearance may change a lot.

But after adulthood, especially for their oriental faces that don't look old, although the face in front of them looks a bit impatient, the skin is a little worse, and the hairline is a little bald.

But Song Jianyu still remembered the dream from yesterday, the passer-by who was wearing sneakers in his early [-]s and brought his friends to ask him for money arrogantly at the construction site.

This cheap son is the younger brother of Zhou Qiang's adoptive parents!

What about himself?Song Jianyu gasped. The old lady he possessed now is Zhou Qiang's adoptive mother?

"Mom! What are you doing? If you don't get Sining's insurance money, the company will find out about my misappropriation of public funds!" Lei Wen moved the palm that was pinching his chin away in disgust.

He glared at the old lady in front of him with displeasure: "I'll give you three more days! I don't care what method you use, you must finish the matter for me, otherwise the house and car you live in now will be full of food and fun. Everything you wear and use will disappear, so you can only go back to your hometown and continue farming!"

"Oh." Song Jianyu let go of his hand perfunctorily, looked at the tightly welded guardrail behind him, and suddenly said, "Son, do you still remember Zhou Qiang?"

After the words fell, the man in front of him who was drinking beer with his head up, slowly swallowed the drink in his mouth: "What is there to say about a dead man."

"I'm dead..."

Song Jianyu suddenly understood why there was no clue about the case of the headless corpse in the villa after five years.

Because the murderer himself has long since died.

The old lady in thick pajamas rubbed her eyes and sighed: "Son, do you remember how many years Zhou Qiang died? I can't even remember."

When Lei Wen heard this, he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Mom, what's going on with you recently, first you built this balcony without my consent, and now you keep asking me about Zhou Qiang."

Song Jianyu murmured: "After all, I have also raised him for many years, and suddenly found that I can't even remember the year when he died. I feel sorry for him."

"Five years, he died in the summer of 16. If you really felt sorry for him, you wouldn't let him work alone to support our family since he was a child. The construction site blackmailed a sum of money." Lei Wencai was quite clear about his mother's personality.

He just told her that he had stolen the company's funds to gamble, and that as long as she killed those two granddaughters, she could continue to live such a good life.

Without saying a word, she agreed to push the two granddaughters downstairs, and even asked him to find an excuse to take Si Ning away, and let her handle this kind of thing at home alone.

"I'm getting old, and my heart is soft. There's no way you can continue drinking. I'm going to sleep." Song Jianyu got the answer he wanted, and he didn't bother to talk to this cheap son.

When he passed by the center of the living room before returning to the room, he looked up at the fixed prototype ceiling lamp. The surveillance camera he hid was monitoring and recording everything that happened in this room 24 hours a day.

Song Jianyu locked the door of the second bedroom, threw away his slippers and climbed onto the bright red and green bed, thinking about the worker named Zhou Qiang five years ago.

The other party actually died in the summer of 16.

"Ah! I forgot to ask what month it is." Song Jianyu slapped his head and looked towards the door of the second bedroom. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

As a adoptive mother, forgetting which year her child died was fine, and she didn't even remember the month. Maybe that cheap son would suspect that she was dementia.

At that time, if he didn't send people to prison, he would be sent to the countryside to farm first.

"Your family really assembled the most vicious combination in the world, all of them are not good people."

The old lady clutched the bright red and green quilt and lay down with a sigh of relief. Song Jianyu was pushed out of bed when she slept in the middle of the night.

The person who opened his eyes squinted at Zhong Jianhua standing beside the bed, but his consciousness was not fully awake yet.

"Wake up, this is this month's salary. The foreman asked me to give it to you." Zhong Jianhua woke the other party up, handed over the kraft paper red envelope in his hand, and said in a low voice: "I will ask the foreman to give you an extra thousand. After taking the money and leaving the construction site, remember to take good care of yourself, okay?"

Song Jianyu squeezed the generous salary, and nodded decisively when he thought that he would not have to carry cement: "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I will definitely take care of myself."

"Alas." Seeing his positive performance, Zhong Jianhua was not only unhappy, but took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into his palm: "This is everyone's wishes, you take it."

The young man lying on the upper bunk looked at the extra red envelope in his palm in bewilderment, and subconsciously expressed his confusion: "Why do you guys give me money?"

Song Jianyu quickly turned over, found his fake mobile phone from under the pillow, and saw the time displayed on it.

December 2016, 9.

10:54 minutes.

他第一次来到16年，是8月20号，第二次来买是8月23号。

It is now September 9, and ten days have passed since he left this world.

The old lady's son said that Zhou Qiang died in the summer of 16. Did he come to face Zhou Qiang's death this time?

Zhong Jianhua looked at his ignorant expression, and stroked his head with great grief: "If you have any wishes, do whatever you want to do, don't leave any regrets, you came to the construction site when you were a teenager , We all watched you grow up little by little. To put it bluntly, we all treat you as a son. You have to take this money no matter what, just spend it! You are not allowed to give a penny to your family. Brother, do you understand?"

"Understood, thank you, Uncle Zhong." Song Jianyu, who didn't understand anything, nodded, and when the other party left, he got off the bed with a counterfeit mobile phone, and he was the only one left in the eight-person dormitory.

The person in sandals took the two red envelopes, hid them next to his body, and then went to wash his face.

When he came out of the dormitory, as he walked out, he saw many workers raised their hands to say goodbye to him after seeing him.

"Go out and have fun, don't come back here again, go wherever you want."

"Zhou Qiang, you will always be our brother."

Song Jianyu nodded and waved his hands, while muttering in his heart: "What happened in the past ten days? Is Zhou Qiang sick?"

Whether it was the last time or this time, this body looks very healthy, no headache, no dizziness, no weakness in the eyes, it seems that he will take Zhou Qiang's body to the hospital after finishing his work in a while .