Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

When Qin Shiguan entered the meeting room again, he saw Song Zongming standing by the window holding a disposable teacup, his face changing unpredictablely, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the open corner, Song Jianyu was lying on five chairs in a row, covered with the goose-yellow blanket that Song Zongming put on him, sleeping in the dark.

The sound of opening the door brought Song Zongming back to his senses. He turned his head to look at the young man standing at the door, and seeing him looking in Song Jianyu's direction, he quickly put down his water glass and explained: "He has narcolepsy, and we don't know when to leave, so let's let him go." He'll sleep here for a while."

"I know." Qin Shiguan once helped Song's mother in the ambulance, and also saw Song Jianyu unconscious in the hospital.

After this person fell asleep, he was completely disconnected from the outside world. After leaving the hospital last time, he asked a doctor specifically about the cause of this disease.

It is said that the cause of this disease is still unclear, but it is often related to psychological factors.

"Write down all your activities in the past three days on paper. Write down everything you have seen, who you have said, what you have said, and where you have traveled."

Qin Shiguan put the A4 paper and ballpoint pen he had brought in on the meeting room table, and motioned for Song Zongming to come over: "You didn't bring your mobile phone when you went out, so we can't track down your whereabouts when you're out, so if you don't want to be treated as a suspect again , it is best to write down every move of these three days clearly, and after we verify that there is no problem, we will release you father and son."

In the rented house where the father and son of the Song family lived, they had checked the monitoring content of those three days back and forth three times.

The next step is to split up, a group of people to find evidence of the existence of new suspects, and a group of people here to continue to let the Song family and his son cooperate with the investigation.

Song Jianyu's itinerary is easy to check, but Song Zongming, as a parolee who has just been released from prison, has not yet obtained a new mobile phone, and all expenses are paid in cash.

This is very difficult for them to investigate his itinerary and the people he has contacted. Now they can only ask him to write it down first, and then they will continue to check it based on his self-report.

The criminal police who came in less than 5 minutes closed the door again and left. Song Zongming sat in the meeting room with a pen, thinking about all his whereabouts in the past three days.

The person lying on the chair has appeared on the murderer at this moment.

In the meeting room, he just comforted Song Zongming. After all, the detection rate in Jinjiang City is not 100%, and no one knows which suspect he can possess after falling asleep.

It turned out that it was such a coincidence that the person whose body was being occupied by him now seemed to be the suspect in the West Industrial Zone tonight.

Why don't you say that the other party is the real culprit who killed Song Zongming and was imprisoned back then?Because Song Jianyu was standing in front of a mirror at the moment.

In the mirror is an ordinary female face, with long black straight hair hanging on both sides of the face, wearing a small floral one-piece skirt, and a pair of rain boots on her feet. She looks 30 years old, and there are some small eyes on both sides of her cheeks. freckle.

The girl standing in front of the mirror saw her face clearly, then turned around and looked at the No.2 victim in the dog cage not far away.

In the true sense of the dog cage, when Song Jianyu passed by a pet store, he saw countless times that big dogs such as golden retriever Erhu were squatting in this kind of cage, waiting for buyers.

Now in this cage, squatting a man with his hands and feet bound.

Moreover, around the cage, a special anti-theft net was carefully hung on the wall, with sharp small iron spikes facing inward, so that every time the man squatting in the cage relaxed his body and leaned back, he would Several blood holes were pierced by the iron thorns behind him.

Song Jianyu walked over, stood one meter outside the cage and squatted down, looking straight at the man inside the cage, "What's your name?"

Wang Chengle looked up at the woman outside the cage, saw the small floral dress she was wearing, panic flashed in his eyes, he huddled his limbs and hid behind: "Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here, you've already What else do you want after killing her! We have already broken up!"

"Can't I talk to you if we break up? How about we talk in a different way?" The girl squatting on the ground said with flexible eyes, looking at the environment here by the way.

Surrounded by mottled collapsed wall skin, you can clearly see the layers of blue bricks inside the wall skin, and above the head are two solid wood beams in the shape of a font. I don’t know how long it has been abandoned here, and there are corners everywhere on the ground. Thick and hard clods that fell down.

Song Jianyu stood up from the squatting position, and in this humble thief's room where he would shed tears when he saw it, he got up and went to other places, and finally saw a big puddle of blood on the floor in the next room.

The blood flowed out and was absorbed by the clods of soil, turning into dark shadows one after another.

The person in the floral dress still saw a set of women's clothes that had been taken off on the ground. Song Jianyu picked up one of the pure white lace socks, and wrapped the sock with a clod that had absorbed blood.

Holding these two things, he returned to the next door, holding the sock covered in blood clots and shaking it in front of the dog cage.

"Do you know whose belongings this is?"

Wang Chengle in the cage looked at the white sock with horror and despair on his face. As his silence prolonged, the inside of the sock was absorbed by the fabric little by little, and the outside turned dark red.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Wang Chengle fixed his eyes on the lace sock whose bottom turned dark red, and the sound of rapid breathing echoed in the abandoned textile factory in the 80s.

"What are you talking about?" Song Jianyu kicked the cage with the toe of his rain boots, signaling the people inside to come back to their senses.

"Ajuan's socks." Wang Chengle closed his eyes helplessly, gritted his teeth and said the name.

Song Jianyu asked again: "Do you know how Ajuan died?"

Wang Chengle: "You killed her next door and carried her body out, pretending to be the murderer of the 863 case."

Song Jianyu raised his eyebrows: "Why did you choose this method of committing the crime? Why don't you guess it?"

Wang Chengle raised his right eye slightly, swallowed nervously and then shrank back, "Because——this is our first time playing script killing, and this is the case we discussed that day."

"So that's how it is." The woman in the floral dress sighed.

He thought there was some complicated reason, or that there was some connection between this woman and the real murderer, but it turned out to be just an emotional entanglement between a man and a woman.

Wang Chengle didn't understand what the other party meant by this sentence, but his eyes only stayed on the lace sock for a few moments, and he was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

After the two of them woke up, A Juan was taken to the next door, and then he heard the screams of A Juan next door in this cage, and finally the woman came back to him in A Juan's clothes. before.

Tell him that there is only one man she doesn't want in this world, and no man can break up with her first. This is the price he paid for daring to break up and find a new girlfriend.

"You know so much, I will give you a chance to let you go now, and you will do one thing for me."

Song Jianyu threw the sock out, "Be honest until I come back."

The murderer didn't know how to put the man in the cage. When Song Jianyu spoke just now, he saw that there was no lock on the cage except for the barbed wire.

The top and bottom were welded together with tools.

He went to the next door and looked around again, but couldn't find anything whereabouts.

Touch yourself all over again.

"Good guy! Every time I arrest someone, I have to pay for it myself. What do you gang of murderers mean that you don't put money on your body!"

Song Jianyu returned to Wang Chengle with a look of disgust, and spread his palms in front of him: "Give me your wallet, and I will save your life."

The man in the cage quickly took out his wallet, rolled the wallet into a circle and stuffed it out through the gap in the cage.

He acted so fast that he was afraid that the other party would regret it, although he also knew that this crazy woman would never let him go so easily.

Song Jianyu picked up the wallet and opened it, looking at the change of less than 300 yuan inside, "Your worth is really cheap."

Only 300 yuan.

He took out all the change in his wallet, and left the abandoned textile factory in rain boots, planning to get money from the old movie where he hid things last time.

There was water in the rain boots, and they kept making obvious noises when walking.

"Pfft... puff..."

It was five twenty in the morning, and the sky, which had only rained overnight, still looked dark.

After hailing a car on the side of the road, the murderer didn't have a mobile phone on him. He didn't know where to buy tools in the middle of the night, so he had to let the driver drive on the street first.

When the meter jumped to 63 yuan, Song Jianyu finally found a brightly lit alley. It was a night snack street with closed stalls.

He got out of the car and went inside. After inquiring all the way, he bought a second-hand vise for 100 yuan from a boss who sold pork ribs in sauce.

The people who bought good things were standing on the side of the road with a vise in their hands, dumbfounded.

"Where did I come from?"

I was so busy looking to see if there was a hardware store on the side of the road, but I forgot where I got into the car!

Even Song Jianyu, who had worn his body countless times, was stunned by this situation.

There is no chance to go back and help people open the iron cage. The woman standing at the intersection wearing a floral skirt looked around blankly, thought for a while, and waved for a taxi to take him to the abandoned movie theater nearby.

After getting off the car, he walked for a while, and finally climbed up to the radio station room on the second floor of the cinema, and took out his hidden mobile phone from under the leather sofa.

Turn on the phone, select a number, and dial out.

In the Criminal Investigation Brigade, there was a refreshing smell of coffee and cigarettes everywhere at the moment. Qin Shiguan just put down the phone and crossed out a choice on the paper, ready to dial another number.

The mobile phone placed on the mouse pad of the right hand suddenly rang.

The man on the chair glanced at his phone screen from the corner of his eye, Zhang San?Three characters appear in the center of the screen.

This number is the name Qin Shiguan saved after Zhang San called it three times.

The person sitting at the desk stood up and strode towards the unused No. [-] interrogation room.

After closing the door to cut off all noise, Qin Shiguan connected the phone and pressed the recording button at the same time.

"Hi, I'm Qin Shiguan."

"I'm Zhang San, and I killed the women in the Xigong District."

On the other end of the phone, Song Jianyu was squatting in front of the corrupt second-floor balcony of the movie theater, looking up at the only shining star in the sky: "Looking at the poor looks of you who have been searching for a whole night but have not found any clues, I will provide you with two clues. The clue, the name of the victim who died in the West Industrial Zone was Ajuan, and now the No.2 hostage is locked in the textile factory by me. If you don’t find him before [-]:[-] noon today, you will wait to receive the second body Bar."

Arrogant Zhang San hung up the phone and looked at the time on the phone screen.

"It's six o'clock now, and there are still six hours left. Is it enough for them to find it?"

After turning off the phone, Song Jianyu stuffed the things under the leather chair again, quietly left the old abandoned movie studio, and went to an Internet cafe to play games all night.