Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu looked at the iron box at once.Something about that father lost interest in watching.

Holding the iron box with disgust on his face, he found a bench and sat down, wanting to throw it away and thinking about his mother keeping the box for so many years.

"Let me see what message you wrote before you died." The person on the bench has already seen a piece of letter paper torn from the homework book under the photo.

This letter paper, which has not been opened for 23 years, has now been reopened in the sun.

The content on the paper was very short, it was written to Shi Hongmei by a man named Song Zongming.

The letter said that he wrote this letter in the detention center. He knew that no matter how he explained this time, no one would believe his words, but he assured Shi Hongmei that he was really not the murderer.

The letter also wrote, "Memei, I'm sure the murderer must have discovered me! Do you remember my dream? You can't imagine what kind of demon it was, and how clever and cunning it was to know my existence.

I only showed up for such a short time, and I was able to be found and framed by him. This time is probably the last time I write to you in my life. People in the detention center say that I am a death sentence. Sorry, I have let down your feelings. ashamed. "

Zhou Jianming stood 50 meters away, looking at the young man on the bench with his hands in his pockets, holding a letter in his hand for at least 10 minutes.

He just asked the owner of the hardware store, and the man came over to open the lock with a box that was decades ago.

"Beep beep."

Ye Cheng called and said that Wang Qiqi's clues had been found there.

Before Zhou Jianming left, he glanced at the young man on the bench over there, and found that the man had put away the letter and picked up another item in the iron box.

I couldn't see clearly from a distance, only vaguely saw that it seemed to be a photo.

Until he left here, the people on the bench were still looking up at the photos in their hands.

That afternoon, Song Jianyu, who had only been back to school for half a day, took the subway back home.

At night, when Mother Song closed the store and returned home, she saw her lights were on downstairs, and thought of the iron box she gave her son, and went upstairs with a silent sigh.

On the sofa in the living room, the son who hadn't seen him for a day had the open box and a thick photo album by his hand.

It was a photo record of Song Jianyu from childhood to adulthood, recording how he grew from a child who looked similar to Shi Hongmei to a man who was exactly like that man.

"His name is Song Zongming, and he is your father."

Shi Hongmei was sitting on the single sofa opposite, when she faced everything about that man again after 23 years, her heart was unexpectedly so peaceful.

"23 years ago, a very bad case happened in Jinjiang City. In August of that year, six innocent people were killed. Song Zongming told me one day that he seemed to have a strange dream. In the dream, he He found that he had become a villain, and he said that he seemed to have seen the address in the dream somewhere in Jinjiang City, and he wanted to find out if there was such a place in reality. So he was outside every day during that time Run, every time I wanted to ask him, he said he would tell me soon."

But in the end, she still didn't know anything about that dream from that man, but she just received a call from the criminal investigation team in the middle of a rainy night.

Everything that happened after that was like a nightmare.

Many family members of the seven victims held banners and knelt at the door of the criminal investigation team. She was asked to persuade Song Zongming to tell the truth. When she came out, she didn't know who leaked the news.

Said she was Song Zongming's girlfriend, and dozens of people surrounded her.

With angry and desperate faces, a pair of palms pulled her arms and questioned her.

"Why kill people, why kill people so cruelly, what did they do wrong to be treated like this!"

At that time, no matter where she went, she would be pointed at by others. The school dismissed her as a bad influence and expelled her. It was difficult to find a job everywhere, and the glass at home was smashed time and time again.

Song Zongming's family gave her this house before leaving. She wore a hat and mask and hid in hiding every day. After giving birth to Song Jianyu, those people couldn't find her and then let her go.

In the early years, she didn't dare to sleep at night, and when she heard a little movement outside, she thought it was the victims who had found her.

Shi Hongmei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "In the end, just like him, you also started to have dreams."

I also started to look for the same address in reality, wanting to find out.

In the small living room with warm yellow lights, the young man with exactly the same face as Song Zongming said slowly, "Mom, have you read this letter?"

He took out the letter in the iron box and handed it to the other party.

Shi Hongmei looked down at the letter and said sarcastically: "I have read it, not only have I read it, but I have personally taken this letter to the criminal investigation brigade, and I will tell the police everything I know about that dream. Yes, I have said it, but no one believes it, everyone thinks that I am helping him get rid of the crime for the sake of the child in my womb."

How could she have done nothing? The police said that as long as Song Zongming could be persuaded to admit the crime, the sentence could be reduced. She ran to plead with the victims every day, and took this letter to tell everyone that the real culprit was not Song Zongming. Youyou was in school again. When the 863 case appeared on the news several times, Song Zongming was in school or with her. How could he go to kill someone.

But no one would believe it, because the evidence on the No.7 victim was solid, and those doubts were ignored amidst the protests of countless people.

All the newspapers in the city said that she was crazy, and that she must also be an accomplice, and that she must have hidden the missing murder weapons and the organs of the deceased.

Before Song Zongming was sentenced, she seemed to have spent her whole life of being sorry and explaining.

That night, the mother and son talked for a long time.

When Song Jianyu put those things away again, he asked Shi Hongmei one last question before returning to his room.

"Mom, do you believe he didn't kill anyone?"

Shi Hongmei sat on the sofa, looked at him with complicated eyes after a long time, and answered him "I don't know."

No one knows what the truth is, and no one really knows if he's really innocent.

But she still remembers the scene of the family members of the seven victims kneeling in front of the police station begging to arrest the murderer, weeping and crying.

Such despair and pain. On the other hand, she and Song Zongming met and fell in love. She thought she knew him very well, and he was not someone who would kill.

But all the evidence on the No.7 victim, including Song Zongming's testimony, became the key to his conviction.

If it wasn't for Song Jianyu's behavior that was exactly the same as 23 years ago, Shi Hongmei would have almost forgotten that period of youthful past buried deep in her heart.

That night, Song Jianyu entered the three characters Song Zongming on his mobile phone, and related content soon popped up.

The first one is to explore the horror of Song Zongming's case in 863. The person lying in the second bedroom clicks on this page to enter.

There are not many details about the 863 case on the Internet, probably because this case was cracked in a short period of time 23 years ago.

The content that remains the most on the Internet today is the unfolding of the evidence related to the previous six cases.

It is said that Song Zongming still does not admit to the previous six crimes. So far, some people even think that there may be another person behind Song Zongming. This is not a crime committed by one person.

The young man lying on his side under the quilt dragged the webpage down with his fingers.

A mosaic photo appeared in front of her.

Song Jianyu stared fixedly at the photo of the throat being cut, and after a long time... the person on the small bed looked at all the pictures that appeared in the link below as if venting.

From the first dead to the seventh, the killer killed men, women, and even a child.

Without any conventional logic, the seven people all died of being randomly hacked to death with an axe, and after the hacking, an organ was taken from each corpse by the murderer.

Song Jianyu, who dragged to the end of the page, saw a hand-painted pattern placed by the editor at the bottom.

In the center of the pattern is a young man with a cruel face holding his eyeballs, ears, and organs such as palms and toes falling around him.

"vomit……"

The impact of the picture caused Song Jianyu to rush into the bathroom, vomited in the bathroom, and vomited up all the food he ate during the day. After washing, the person returned to the second bedroom, and the phone remained on the original page. Put the screen on the bed.

The person who walked past picked up the phone and turned it off, then threw it on the bedside table.

I fell on the bed with my pillow in my arms, my thoughts were in a mess.

During the 23 years of living alone with Song's mother, he always thought that the other party had abandoned Song's mother and abandoned him.

Occasionally, when he thinks of his father in this identity, he is full of disgust, but today he knows that this man who has disappeared from his world for 23 years is still a serial murderer who brutally killed seven innocent people.

He is the son of a serial murderer.

The person lying on the bed was in a mess and didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying flat on a big bed.

There was a cold thing on his side, very cold and hard.

After the cold Song Jianyu opened his eyes and looked into the dark room, he first raised his hand to push away the heavy thing on his side, and then reached out to find the position of the switch.

"Clap!"

The light came from the end that felt the cold just now.

The young man who sat up faced the light and looked over.

On his right, lay a girl sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

Song Jianyu was lying in the same quilt with her, and the distance between them was less than five centimeters. Under the quilt, he could even feel their legs sticking together.

So that cold, stiff touch was also meticulously conveyed to his heart along the calf of the two of them.

The young man sitting on the bed thought of something, his limbs became stiff on the spot.

After such a long life, Song Jianyu carefully moved the legs that were sticking together slowly, and the body without support gradually fell on top of him as he moved.

The young man by the bed jumped off the bed as fast as he could in his life.

The girl sleeping on the right side finally lay on her side completely, her long hair covering her entire face, and the young man standing barefoot on the ground stood beside the bed, staring blankly at the sleeping figure.

Even if he no longer has common sense, he still knows that the body temperature of normal people will not be so cold and stiff.

The person standing on the ground with bare feet in pajamas, and the girl who bent over to the bed and rested with her eyes closed, a finger that seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock trembled, and slowly lifted up the strand of hair that blocked the face, revealing the girl's low face. Ashen face.

In the end, Song Jianyu put his finger under the other's nose, held his breath and felt the coldness a few inches away, and after confirming that the person was really not breathing, he quietly retracted that finger, and put the bed on the bed again. The quilt was lifted up to cover the face.

After making sure that he couldn't see the dead man's face at all, Song Jianyu began to look around with the help of the bedside light.

This is a bedroom without doors and windows.

Apart from the big bed that he jumped off just now, there is only a row of wardrobes from wall to ceiling, a bedside table and two light bulbs.

Song Jianyu raised his hands up, the skin was thin and the white nails were a little powdery, and they looked familiar.

In the Shaxian snack bar during the day, the sky blue long skirt and pearl hairpin came to my mind again.

The young man standing barefoot on the ground knows his face at the moment without looking in the mirror, it is no better than a dead person.

He started looking around the bedroom for other items.

"Where's the phone, where did this guy's phone go!"

Song Jianyu squatted in front of the bedside table, searched the whole cabinet inside and out, but couldn't find this guy's cell phone. He still lay on the ground and looked under the bed nervously.

There was no cell phone under the bed either.

All the things in the closet were turned into a mess by Song Jianyu. The person who had been busy for a long time sat on the ground with nothing, and finally rested his wandering eyes on the big two-meter-wide bed.

Five minutes later, the person who had done the psychological preparation slowly moved to the front of the bed, reached out and quietly picked up the pillow he had just used, and glanced at the bottom, there was no.

Song Jianyu quietly put down the pillow again, moved to the other end of the bed, and looked at the quilt covered by him, only a little bit of long black hair was exposed outside the quilt.

"Sorry...for the trouble, when I find my phone, I will definitely find someone to help you collect the body." The young man by the bed put his hands together and prayed: "Please, please, please don't move. good."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the quilt down slightly, and squatted down on the edge of the bed, stretched his hands into the other's pillow, and after a little force, raised his head, and quickly glanced under the pillow past.

Fortunately!There really was a phone he wanted lying under the pillow.

The squatting young man held the pillow with one hand and dragged his head, while with the other hand he fished out the cell phone from under the pillow.

The fingerprint unlocking of the mobile phone failed. The person holding the mobile phone put all ten fingers on the screen and tried it again. After all failures, the mobile phone was locked and could not be unlocked again within 10 minutes.

The person sitting on the ground in the corner, looking at the mobile phone with a black screen again, silently raised his head to look at the back of the big bed.

If the phone wasn't his, the only person who could unlock it was her.