Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

This is the third time, and this time is even worse than the previous two.

Not only did he not have all the memories of the day, he didn't even know why he was sitting in front of the computer, and the clothes on his body were not his, he couldn't afford such a good suit at all.

The faint light of the screen shone on Zhou Qiang's face full of fear, and the links related to the villa case on the page made him sit there without moving.

After a while, the 16-year-old youth, who was kicked out of his house at the age of 21 and carried cement on the construction site day and night, whispered into the surrounding air, "Is that you? Are you coming to take me away?"

Ever since he did that kind of thing, Zhou Qiang knew that he would suffer retribution sooner or later.

He hasn't suffered retribution yet. Song Jianyu, who got up from the rental house, felt that he was about to suffer retribution!

"I just close my eyes and take a rest to drive me out! I have an appointment with the bank for withdrawal tomorrow! What should I do now!!"

The man who ran out of bed with bare feet quickly rummaged through the drawer to find the melatonin he bought, took two pills and threw them directly into his mouth.

"It's over, it's over, I haven't changed my mobile phone number! I still have my bank card on me!"

Leaving his body was too hasty, so he didn't have time to do anything. If Zhou Qiang woke up in the Internet cafe and found out about this, and his behavior of carrying the other party behind his back these few times was discovered, he would be completely finished.

The person lying on the bed again took the mobile phone and turned on a piece of white noise audio and placed it next to his ear to calm his emotions so that he could fall asleep quickly.

In the dream, after Zhou Qiang asked that sentence, the surroundings were quiet and only the guests not far away could be heard, with ten fingers bouncing and dancing on the keyboard with a face full of effort.

The teachers and fathers who lay bricks on the construction site are not so fast.

And the aroma of braised beef noodles wafting from the table in the lower left corner.

Around him, there was only the sound of keyboards one after another, the smell of instant noodles, and nothing else.

The black-skinned young man in a high-end suit on the chair lowered his head silently. The hair in the center of his head was facing the atmosphere lamp above, emitting a soft light.

"That's right, since you are here to take me away, you must not let outsiders hear and see, so is it today?"

The black-skinned young man in front of the computer stood up, and carefully smoothed the creases on his body with his palms. A smile rarely appeared on his face that had been numb from the poverty of life.

While leaving the Internet cafe, he whispered to the "ghost" that he couldn't see from his side.

"Do you want to die the same way as you? Or let me choose?"

After listening carefully, Zhou Qiang nodded firmly, "I can't do it myself, let me choose."

I have been working in Jinjiang City for five years, from a 16-year-old boy to a 21-year-old youth, but I am still a stranger to this city.

He spent one-third of his life on various construction sites, carrying cement with the foreman day after day, year after year.

The remaining two-thirds of my life are long labors facing the loess and back to the sky. The only happy time was before my younger brother was born, and my parents were still the ones who loved him, but that memory is so far away now that it has changed. Get blurred.

The lotus-shaped street lights lit up one after another. Zhou Qiang walked along the lotus street lights until he came to the foot of a bridge.

The person standing at the foot looked up at the 200-meter-long bridge, with a smile recalling the past on his black and yellow face, "I liked swimming very much when I was young. Once I took my brother to swim in the river and killed my brother." I accidentally choked on water once, and my family forbade me to go swimming in the river from then on.”

What he wants in this life, what he likes are very few, and what he can have is absolutely nothing.

Being able to die in such a place, Zhou Qiangjing didn't feel very sad, on the contrary he thought it was the best choice.

Passers-by who are off work, walking, and in a hurry did not notice a figure slowly boarding the bridge, and those walking on the edge walked quietly to the center of the bridge, standing at the highest point and looking down at the rolling river below without hesitation Climb directly to the railing and turn over to the outside.

"Take me away."

The young man holding the railing with both hands smiled and let go of his palms, leaning back.

"Don't!!" A hand that grabbed the railing with all its strength even in a panic appeared suddenly. The palm of the black glove had time to grab the edge at the moment of lightning and thunder, and was dragged by the weight of the whole body in the next second Two more railing bars slid down.

After waking up, Song Jianyu's face turned pale with fright, and he shouted at the passing vehicles, "Help!" The sound of an ambulance in the distance directly drowned out his cries for help.

He now has only one hand firmly grasping the railing, so hard that his whole arm jumps straight, dragging the weight of his whole body.

Song Jianyu didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing when he woke up. Now he was suspended in mid-air, and he could see the rolling river below by lowering his head slightly.

There is no place for the feet to rely on, except for the palm that is firmly grasping the edge of the railing, there is not even a second place to rely on.

"Help! Is there anyone? Help!"

People with their entire heads under the bridge couldn't see the bridge above them at all, and few people stayed where Zhou Qiang jumped off.

The palm of the black glove was only exposed a little where the bridge railing was close to the ground.

No one found it at all.

Every call for help was half blown away by the wind, and the other half was completely covered by passing vehicles.

Song Jianyu didn't give up and shouted for help, at the same time, he used his remaining hand to dig something in his pocket.

No matter what it is, as soon as he touches it, he throws it up.

Wallet, certificate, mobile network card, room card.

Throw them all up.

Finally, when he threw up the last coin he found, it hit a car window.

"Damn it! What bastard is throwing a ball at high altitude!" The Mercedes-Benz driver double-flashed the car on the spot and stopped the car, and opened the door to look at the window glass that he had just been smashed.

"Help……"

Below the bridge, Song Jianyu heard the sound of a vehicle stopping and opening the door above him, and quickly shouted with all his strength: "Help! Someone is going to fall into the river!"

On the bridge above the bridge, the Mercedes-Benz driver had just checked the window when he vaguely heard the sound of the wind calling for help, but he looked around and saw nothing.

Not to mention people, I didn't even see a cat.

The black glove holding onto the edge of the railing was a bit exhausted, Song Jianyu looked up at the railing with only a little outline above, unwillingly shouted one last time before his palm was about to let go: "Help—"

There was a traffic jam under the bridge, and in the silence of everything, the Mercedes-Benz driver clearly heard the cry, followed the sound and poked his head out of the edge guardrail to look down.

Up and down, the two looked at each other.

Song Jianyu looked at the fat face, "Help, brother, please give me a hand!"

The Mercedes-Benz driver was dumbfounded, and without saying a word, he howled at the surrounding vehicles waiting for the green light: "Come on! Someone here is going to jump into the river!"

Standing on the bridge, he yelled out that many enthusiastic drivers got out of the car immediately and ran all the way over: "Where is it! Where is it! Where is it!"

"This, this, this!" Mercedes-Benz also excitedly pointed at the person with only four fingers left.

"Help... give me a hand first, I won't be able to hold on any longer." The four fingers holding onto the railing became three, and Song Jianyu felt that the arm had been pulled off, and now it was all because of an unwillingness to hold on. The obsession with death hangs here.

It's just the heads popping up one by one from above, if you don't give him a hand, just discuss it here.

Even if he doesn't want to die anymore, he can only die.

Looking at the heads one by one from above, I soon found the finger that was pulling at the bottom.

"Hurry up!! Everyone hold me, I hold him!"

An old man who had been exercising all year round was lying on the ground, his arm passed through the railing and held Song Jianyu's wrist.

The moment he grasped it, the three fingers clinging tightly to the railing finally ran out of strength and fell down.

"Ahhh! Don't let go! Grab me!" The uncle who was lying on the ground was dragged by this weight, and his whole body was stuck to the railing, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he shouted down.

Now a grown-up living person, all depends on the wrist he holds to hold him tight.

As soon as he let go, the person hanging under the bridge fell straight down.

"Everyone, find a rope to help, and call the fire department!"

Behind the sports man, there were several enthusiastic car drivers hugging the man's legs and waist tightly, fearing that he would be dragged down by this force.

The traffic on the bridge quickly became congested, and the traffic police not far away rushed over to help after receiving the news.

It's just that the place where Song Jianyu fell was too narrow. Originally, only one hand was holding onto the railing on the ground of the bridge body, but now his whole body is hanging under the bridge. The only connecting place is the wrist held by the sportsman .

Not to mention borrowing strength, he is now like a salted fish being hung in the air by someone, and it starts to swing at the slightest movement, and the palm that is pinching his wrist is dragged down a bit.

"Here comes the rope! Here comes the rope!"

Someone was carrying a rope in the car, and rushed over with the rope in his arms. Someone at the scene knew how to tie the rope for firefighting. He helped him tie the rope up and wrapped it around his waist for two turns, and then turned it around the guardrail of the bridge. Then he handed the remaining rope to several waiting taxi passengers.

"You hold the end of the rope. I will climb over the railing and pull him. You will pull him when I tell you to pull."

The speaker took a deep breath, then carefully climbed over the railing, facing the river, and threw the other end of the rope in his hand towards Song Jianyu.

"Grab the rope, it's better to go through the legs, but also put the gloves in!"

Song Jianyu, who was below, was hit in the face by the rope. He grabbed the rope and followed it down until it reached the length of the bottom of his feet. After that, he lifted his right foot and put it into the loop tied with a circular knot.

"Okay, don't move." The guy who put the rope on the top watched him pass the rope through his feet, and pulled the rope up to the root of Song Jianyu's thigh neatly. After confirming that the binding was firm, he turned over from the railing Going back to the inside, he grasped the rope in his hand and said to the many Che Shi who were getting ready behind: "Everyone, pull back together!"