Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu's newly rented house had two rooms with windows facing south. The house was quite old. After renting it, he bought a big bucket of children's paint, painted the whole house with white walls, and opened the windows for a few days to ventilate.

Now that the father and son walked in, Song Zongming looked at the clean and bright living room. Although the furniture was a bit old, it could be seen that it had been cleaned carefully.

The dull mood just now also improved.

"Sit down first, I'll boil a pot of boiling water, and I'll tell you about the dream I had half a month ago."

Song Jianyu helped him to sit on the sofa, and took the bright goose-yellow blanket to cover his lap.

Before going to the prison to pick him up, he specially posted online to ask some netizens.

How to take care of a family member who has only half a year to live after illness, and make him feel better before he leaves.

Netizens gave him a lot of advice.

First of all, the patient should not be depressed all the time, and the home should not always be dark and gloomy, which will make the patient feel that it is a reflection of his life at the moment.

Put more items that represent vitality and vitality in your home.

So he painted all the walls white, the four-piece suit on Song Zongming's bed was all azure, the blanket on the sofa was a fresh goose yellow, and there were two large pots of monstera in the corner, which were the best and most colorful ones raised by the store. He moved both of the bright green plates into his home.

When Song Jianyu went to boil water, Song Zongming sat on the sofa and looked at the rental house, and saw a stack of thick books on the wooden coffee table.

Picking it up, opening it and flipping through a few pages, I saw traces of various notes drawn by my son, and some of the edges of some homework books were even drawn with a ballpoint pen.

When Song Jianyu came out with the water bottle, he caught a glimpse of this scene and hurriedly took back the homework: "This is drawn by a classmate, not me!"

To cover it up, Song Zongming couldn't help laughing out: "The painting is very interesting, your classmate is very talented in painting. For this, a certain person kept pouring tea to the other party: "Drink tea, let me first Let me tell you about the things in this house. There is an indoor camera over there, facing the gate and the balcony. The sound is not turned on, but they will record the indoor situation 24 hours a day. "

Song Zongming looked at the two directions his fingers were pointing at, and sure enough, he saw two black cameras the size of small fists. After seeing them, he was a little puzzled: "Why are you installing this in your own room?"

"It will be useful in case evidence is needed someday."

The abilities of the father and son did not know whether it was a curse or a blessing, but in order to avoid the situation of Song Zongming from happening again, Song Jianyu felt that it would not be harmful to arrange some things in advance.

The person who took a sip of hot tea leaned on the back of the sofa chair and said, "Except for monitoring you not to touch, everything else is casual. Let me tell you about the dream I had half a month ago, Dad. I It might change your life."

When Song Zongming heard this kind of remarks, he turned his head to look at the other party in disbelief: "How do you say it?"

"Half a month ago, in my dream, I became an old lady who wanted to conspire with her son to murder her granddaughter. The old lady's son had committed a murder with others five years ago.

The case has not been solved after five years. As a result, the next day I became another son of the old lady in my dream. That son died after the murder case five years ago. Through her son, I will The evidence of the case was found, and the third time I wore it on a murderer at the scene of the crime, and I called the police to rescue the hostages that day. "

Song Jianyu brought over his computer and searched for the villa wounding case five years ago. After pushing it in front of Song Zongming, he pointed to a photo of a girl sitting in a police car with all her make-up gone.

"I was possessed by her at the time, and I sat in the police car myself. I was thinking that if I have the ability to travel through time and space, as long as I stick to it, one day, I will become the murderer you saw back then. , change everything from the root, as long as I do this, you can start from scratch.

So please believe me, as long as we father and son work together, we can turn everything around.

At that time, you will not go to jail or be charged with crimes, and my mother will not hide and raise me alone, and you will have a new life. "

Song Zongming didn't expect that Jianyu had experienced so many things in less than half a year, and couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes: "If we can really change from the root, there won't be so many things. Victim."

"Yes, I bought all the newspapers back then, you can see if there are any loopholes in them, or when you rest at home, think about what else you can remember between the father and son.

Whether it's living habits, body language, or personal characteristics, the more you think about them, the more I recognize them when I meet them in my dreams. "

Some things are inconvenient to discuss in detail when visiting the prison, but now that the father and son live together, it is much more convenient.

Song Zongming also became excited when he heard it. Thinking of what happened in 23 years, he still regrets that he was too impulsive at that time, and now he can no longer drag his son's hind legs.

He picked up a new notebook given to him by his son on the spot, and flipped through the old newspapers from that year, looking for clues about the two murderers in his memory.

The father and son went to a hot pot restaurant near the school to have a meal that night. When they came back, Song Jianyu dragged someone into Yunda for more than half an hour.

After the two were tired from walking, they staggered all the way to the direction of the rental house. Song Jianyu suddenly slapped his head while looking at the parasol tree on the street.

"I forgot that there is one more thing I didn't tell you!"

When this matter was brought up, Song Jianyu felt very distressed.

"What? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Although Song Zongming was curious, he didn't force it.

"Just the dream half a month ago, I wore it for five years or so, guess what I did the first time." The young man walking by the side of the road asked him to guess boldly with an exaggerated expression.

Song Zongming thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I can't think of it? You said that son is working on the construction site. Did you help him do a lot of work?"

"That's fine, but I also bought a lottery ticket, a total of 4000 million yuan. It's a lot of money! I also bought a new house in that high-tech development zone, with a price of 460 million yuan!"

The person who drank two bottles of beer opened his arms with a red face, "It's too much! Then it's all gone!" As a result, he went back to work part-time in the express store with a monthly salary of only [-].

"Because you changed the past?"

"Well, I saved the lives of those people. I saw the old lady's daughter-in-law here a few days ago. She has a new partner, and that person treats her very well."

Song Zongming was thoughtful, and when Song Jianyu was still sleeping on the bed the next morning, he put on his clothes lightly and went out.

When he returned to the rental house two hours later, he saw that Song Jianyu hadn't woken up yet, and the people carrying all the vegetables and breakfast he bought went to the kitchen to get busy again.

As for Song Jianyu, who was lying in the second bedroom, he was sitting on a roadside bench at this moment.

Because when he woke up, he found that he was sitting on the bus. The bus drove all the way to the terminal. After everyone got off, Song Jianyu got off the bus naturally.

Then he didn't know where he should go.

This time, the person who was occupied by him was a student wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. Song Jianyu sat on the side of the road and opened the other's schoolbag, trying to find some useful information.

As a result, he found two live ducks, three packs of snacks, a slingshot with more than a dozen marbles in the other party's schoolbag, and basically smashed the textbooks beyond recognition.

Where the name is written in the textbook, the font is so flying that Song Jianyu almost put his eyes on the textbook, and didn't recognize whether it was written in Chinese or not.

The two ducks, which he carried out with his palms, were placed on his legs with their flat mouths open and pointed at him: "quack quack" non-stop, and the goose yellow duck feathers felt good to the touch.

Song Jianyu didn't know what kind of law this kid had broken. Looking at the things in his schoolbag, he didn't look like the kind who was bullied at school.

The only thing that is certain now is that this person is a student of No. [-] Middle School. Looking at his palm and height, he might be in the first or second year of junior high school?

I can't recognize the name in the textbook, but I probably know that the name of this person is three people.

Song Jianyu looked through all the other's workbooks. Although the words were full of ghostly symbols, it could be seen that there were no words to vent anger or words of resentment.

"No clue."

The person who packed his schoolbag sighed and sat on a chair by the side of the road with his hands in his pockets, and took two lollipops from his pockets.

Song Jianyu directly tore off the candy wrapper, stuffed the candy into his mouth, squinted his eyes in the sun and looked at the pedestrians around him.

Just as he sat on the chair for an hour, until his stomach started to get hungry, a woman was riding an electric bicycle from a distance, waving at him from a distance: "Zhao Yun! Zhao Yun!"

When the person sitting in the chair heard the name, he subconsciously turned his head and looked around, trying to see who deserved the name.

In the end, he couldn't find a suitable candidate, and the other party had already parked the electric car in front of him with a squeak, and rushed out of the car with suppressed anger, grabbed his ear and lifted him from the chair.

King Kong stared angrily at Song Jianyu with an innocent face: "How many times have I told you! Just give me a ride to the gate of the community after school! Everyone in the community has been staring at our house these days , you dare to hide here for me? If you want to run away from home, you have to graduate from school before you have such thoughts!"

The fat man whose ears were hurting, hugged the schoolbag and the two ducks in his arms, wrinkled his fat face, "I just want to go out and relax."

"You still deserve to relax! Take your heart back to me honestly, and if you dare to talk nonsense when you return to the community, I will let you know how I relax!"

Song Jianyu was lifted directly behind the collar by a hand, and he was pressed against the electric car.

The hot-tempered aunt drove the electric car out with a snarl, turned a corner at the intersection and started walking home.

Song Jianyu was sitting behind the electric car, stroking the two ducklings in the palm of his hand, squinting against the wind and looking at the street scene, remembering where this brazen kid called Zhao Yun lived.

When he got off the scooter by the back collar, the fiery woman grabbed his ear and lowered her voice, threatening in his ear: "Low your head in a moment, no matter who plays with you, don't play with me!" Make sense."

Song Jianyu nodded again and again. He still didn't understand what was going on, and he wouldn't act casually.

After the mother and son parked the car, he followed closely behind the fiery aunt with his schoolbag and the duck. The two walked all the way to the interior of the community. When they passed Building No. [-], two white wreaths appeared in front of them. A group of people knelt and burned paper at the door of Building No. [-].