Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

When the mother and son passed by these people, Song Jianyu stared curiously at the black and white photo on the wreath. It was a picture of an old man.

The few men kneeling on the ground crying and burning paper looked up at Song Jianyu when he looked at him curiously, and one of them looked at him with an undisguised disgust on his face.

Regarding this, Song Jianyu blinked his black eyes innocently, and then glanced at the old man on the wreath. He was thinking about this all the time when he was pulled to the elevator.

No matter how powerful this kid is, he wouldn't kill an old man, right?And looking at it like this, the other party obviously hasn't caught the murderer yet.

He followed Auntie Hot into the elevator, and saw missing person notices posted on the four walls of the elevator, except for the door.

He didn't know what was going on with the wreath downstairs until he saw the content above.

It turned out that a week ago, the old man was old and suffered from amnesia and often couldn't even remember who his son was. That afternoon he ran out of the house while the nanny was washing clothes.

When the family found the person again, they found that the person had died on the stairwell platform on the top floor.

There are four seasons of the year in that place, except for the occasional visit to the property, no one goes there at all, and the residents on the top floor are away from home for half a year on a business trip, so they don't know about it at all.

The old man in the family went up to the stairwell on the top floor, and died there inexplicably.

The family members didn't believe it was an accident, so they called the police directly, and the property management of the community cooperated very well to retrieve all the surveillance cameras in the community that day.

The old man first went to the lobby on the first floor. Because he didn't know how to open the door, he walked around the lobby and returned to the elevator.

From the monitoring of the elevator, it can be clearly seen that after the old man left, a total of three people came in from the gate and went straight to the elevator that was not closed yet.

One of them was his classmate Zhao Yun, who was possessed by him. The surveillance in the elevator happened to be broken that day.

There is no other monitoring on all the floors above.

Two of the three new passengers lived on the third floor and went downstairs quickly, and one came in to deliver food, and also got off the elevator on the fifth floor.

The former three were a couple, and they showed their rental contract to prove that they lived on the third floor.

The delivery man could also use the arrival time on his mobile phone to prove that the delivery person went to the next one after getting off the elevator on the fifth floor.

In the end, only Zhao Yun and the old man were left.

After the old man's accident, some community owners reported that when she was throwing garbage in the stairwell that day, she saw a child running down the stairs in a panic.

The direction looked like he ran down from the top floor, and the child was confirmed to be Zhao Yun.

It's just that Zhao Yun didn't admit it, the two sides had quarreled in the community several times, and the Zhao family also had a hot temper, Sapo said that unless evidence was found, he would never admit to such a thing.

They also said that they slandered such a young child, and if they wanted to extort money from the child, they were not afraid of going to hell after death.

The old man had obviously been examined by a forensic doctor, and there were only traces of falls on his body without any external injuries.

He still has amnesia at such an age, who knows what he was doing when he climbed up to the top floor, fell to the ground and no one rescued him, it is so normal to die for a while.

In short, the result is that the family put up notices everywhere in the community to find evidence and witnesses, and even burned paper and placed wreaths in the community to oppress the property to find people together.

As for Zhao Yun, his family has been guarding him closely for the past few days. He is not allowed to do any mischievous things, and he is not allowed to play casually with other children in the community.

When being dragged into the house, the aunt who was full of anger one second changed her face the next, rubbing Song Jianyu's head softly, "Go back to the room and do your homework, I will call you after dinner .”

Song Jianyu was a little stunned by this quick face-changing behavior, and walked in his direction obediently carrying his schoolbag.

When he passed the first door, he looked back at the aunt who had gone to the kitchen behind him, opened the door and took a look, and saw the red quilt cover: "This is definitely not my room."

He closed the door and went to the third room, which was a room with a seaside painting style, and all the items were placed in a style that was swept by the sea wind and destroyed the earth.

Song Jianyu threw his schoolbag on the ground, tiptoed over the obstacles all over the floor, and came to the same messy desk.

I rummaged through those things, but there were no clues.

He also searched the bed inside and out, but still found nothing.

After he was busy, he heard someone talking outside the living room.

The fat boy who climbed out of the bed quietly stood behind the door and opened a small gap, listening to the conversation outside the door.

Probably the father of this body came back, and the husband and wife were standing at the kitchen door chatting.

Song Jianyu heard the man say, "It's been a few days, why are they still making trouble down here, bang—" the lighter made a sound at the same time.

"Aren't you trying to extort money from our family? We insist on not admitting to it, and you too. What are you doing with your son at home?" said the voice of the face-changing aunt.

The man's voice continued: "That kid doesn't know in his room, what are you afraid of? It's all because of the old guy who can't run, he insisted on running to the top floor, and he lost everything in my hand! It's killing me these days!"

The young man standing behind the door of the second bedroom tilted his head silently, listened for a while, then closed the door silently, and lay down on the small bed to sleep.

In the rental house, Song Zongming had opened the door of his son's room for the fifth time to check the situation inside. When he came here for the sixth time, he had already prepared dinner. He knocked on the door a few times but did not hear anything, so he pushed it away worriedly. When he opened the door, he saw his son just opened his eyes from the bed.

"Dad?" Song Jianyu wasn't used to the fact that there was another man living in the house. After shouting and finding that the man agreed, he yawned and turned on the bedside lamp, got up and asked, "What can I do for you?" ?”

"It's nothing serious. I'll come out to wash my face and brush my teeth after finishing dinner."

Song Zongming let go of the doorknob, and went to the kitchen to take out the last white mushroom tofu soup. After he finished brushing his teeth and sat down, he made a bowl of soup for him and put it in front of him: "You haven't gotten up to eat all day. , Eating other foods is not good for the stomach, so drink some soup first."

People who are used to eating instant noodles after waking up never expected Song Zongming to have such a skill. Looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, everything was delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Someone couldn't wait to pick up the soup bowl and took a sip first. He was so fresh that he almost lost half of his eyebrows: "It's delicious! Dad, you cook well! It's even better than my mother's."

"When I was in school, your mother didn't know how to do anything when I was in love with me. She still learned all those skills from me."

When mentioning cooking, Song Zongming recalled the scene of the two learning how to cook back then, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"No wonder I always feel a familiar taste when I eat your dishes. It turns out that you two belong to the same faction."

Song Jianyu used his chopsticks to pick up another dish of ground delicacies. After praising each dish, he began to talk about today's dream.

"You slept for so long because you kept dreaming?"

Song Zongming thought of opening the bedroom door several times today, and saw the other party lying there sleeping motionless. He wanted to call an ambulance at one point.

"Ah!" Song Jianyu slapped his head, "I forgot to tell you! Sometimes my dream is very long, so in order to know more information, I can only sleep all the time. If you see me like that again Don't be afraid, just let me continue to sleep, let me tell you about my dream today."

He told the other party about how he became a teenager on the bus, and what happened in the community where the other party lived, and he also told him clearly.

The person holding the job bowl thought about what he heard behind the door, and couldn't help muttering: "I always feel that this couple has some secrets to hide from the child, and can normal people be very addicted to smoking? ? He said he suffocated him?"

He has never smoked, so he can't feel the taste.

At school, I knew a few boys who smoked, but Song Jianyu didn't see that those people felt uncomfortable after they didn't smoke.

He still had another conjecture in his heart, but if that conjecture was true, the matter would become serious and he had to act cautiously.

"According to your description, the father and son should have been on the top floor when the old man had an accident that day, but the owner downstairs proved that only the child was seen running down.

If the adult has been hiding on it, there will definitely be traces left, but it may be difficult to find it after a few days, and you suspect that he is not smoking or smoking that kind of thing, right? After Song Zongming finished speaking, he took out a passbook from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is the money I saved before. If you are short of money, you can spend it. How can you go to the courier shop and continue to work when you are upside down day and night and only eat one meal a day. You like the house in Nanwan District. I went to ask today. Housing agency, there are no new houses in the houses there now, and all of them are third-hand houses. I think it is not good to live in houses that others have lived in for many years.

So I found a third-hand house for you in Shanhai No. 8, but it was a rough house, and the owner in front had never lived in it... That community is just across the road from your favorite Nanwan community. "

Song Zongming talked about his plan while eating.

Hearing this, Song Jianyu was stunned for a while, and opened the passbook on the table suspiciously, and counted the balance digits on it.

“1、2、3、4、7、8？八位数？”宋兼语怀疑自己的眼睛是不是花了，为什么会在一张存折上看到这么多的数字。

"Is it not enough?" Song Zongming, who had been released from prison for less than two days, was a little puzzled by his son's shocked expression.

"It's not enough... but is it too many billion points? Where did you get all this money?" Those with more money can buy eight groups of first prizes.

The gray-haired middle-aged man with a rice bowl said lightly: "Before I went to prison, I met a classmate in school who liked to play stocks. In order to help my classmates tide over difficulties, I lent him most of the money I had at that time to speculate in stocks. These are the things I went to him in the morning, and he returned the money to me with interest."

"Gudong" Song Jianyu, who had never seen the world, swallowed: "Can I ask, how much did you lend him back then?"

"More than 60 yuan? At that time, I just bought a house for your mother and didn't have much money left. I thought he was in a hurry, so I lent him all the remaining money."

……

When he came back from the courier shop at night, the young man who was lying on his little bed after washing still hadn't recovered from Song Zongming's few words.

Now that huge passbook was placed lightly on his bedside.

This led to the third morning when he opened his eyes and found that he was sitting in the school classroom, and his mind was distracted while reciting the text with a bunch of radish heads. , and saw a familiar face appear in front of him.

"Zhao Yun, hand in your math homework." Zhou Yichen was already holding a stack of handed-in homework in his hands, and now the whole class was short of Zhao Yun's homework in the corner.