Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

After eating a bowl of hot porridge, Song Jianyu was sleepy again. When he took the takeaway garbage out to throw in the trash can, he saw that the lights in the office outside were all turned on. It was bright but there was no one there.

A policewoman with short hair and uniform was sitting in a corner, staring intently at the computer in front of her. A head slowly popped out from the top of the desktop computer screen.

"Hello, can we go out and buy something before coming back?" the head that popped up asked kindly.

Ge Jiayi's face turned pale from the sudden poking head, and she was stunned for five seconds before recovering her voice: "No!"

"Okay, can you lend us some paper? I'll write something." A long arm drew a half circle in mid-air, pointing to the printer not far away.

Ge Jiayi followed the direction of his finger and nodded solemnly: "It can be used, don't walk around if you have nothing to do, the captain and the others will be back soon."

"Listen to you, we don't walk around casually."

The person who answered had already run far away, walked up to the printer and took away the two packs of unopened printing paper.

After entering the conference room, he handed Song Zongming one of the packs of printing paper.

"We are not allowed to go out, let's use this to deal with it first."

During the time he was away, Song Zongming had dragged out all the chairs in the conference room and arranged them in rows.

Now the three father and son, under the projection at the rear of the conference room, each put out a dragon gate formation.

The printing paper was placed on the front chair, and then both of them lay down on it. Song Jianyu shook out the blanket and covered the father and son, leaning back, "Go to sleep."

The three abandoned textile factories in the urban area are being surrounded by a large number of police, and they are searching layer by layer.

"Three teams and three teams, this is Jianshe Road, all searches have been completed, and no hostages have fallen."

The walkie-talkie in Ye Cheng's pocket rang, and the man who led the police dog and searched in the weeds at half a person's height wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and looked up at the large abandoned iron gate in the distance.

"Is Zhang San lying to us? Neither the first team nor the third team has found anyone, and now we are the last one left here." Thirty police dogs searched all the way on the ground.

At 46:[-] in the morning, all the members of the three teams gathered at the gate of this abandoned textile factory. Ye Cheng took a long breath and picked up the walkie-talkie to call the team leader.

"Three teams and three teams. This is Kaixuan Road. All searches have been completed, and no hostages have fallen."

From [-] o'clock in the morning to check the textile factories that are in operation in the city, to this old abandoned factory, they have searched all the places they know.

No one knew where the textile factory that Zhang Sankou was talking about was located.

On the migrant workers' road seven kilometers away, three Internet celebrities who were live streaming on their mobile phones stood in front of the broken wall and broken tiles.

"Family, I heard that this land has been haunted by rumors since the last 80s. Today, my brother Tie will lead everyone in to have a look."

The leading Internet celebrity dressed like a spirited young man, looked at the camera and took out a stack of yellow charms and three unlit incense sticks from his pocket.

Brother Tie, who lit the incense sticks, said to the camera again: "Whether it's true or not, let's burn a stick of incense first, and the veterans will brush up 666, and the camera will follow."

In a place in front of him that the camera cannot see, two assistants help him light one and shoot for him.

The Internet celebrity named Brother Tie gave everyone a popular science on the difference between a shady house and a ghost house in the live broadcast, while pointing to the garbage and scrap iron that appeared in the camera from time to time to discuss environmental protection with everyone.

The topic span is too large, which can only be described as running the train with your mouth full.

The three of them entered the first floor of the textile factory that was demolished and moved in the 80s and started live broadcasting.

Almost all the machines that could be used in the factory were removed, leaving only one empty room after another.

As you walk, you will be able to encounter a collapsed ceiling blocking their way.

Brother Tie looked at the aisle blocked by the long wooden bench in front of him, and shrugged his shoulders to the camera: "This kind of situation is also common. It is said that it has been more than 30 years since the textile factory moved here. The house has been empty for a long time. You will lose your popularity after you live in it. Old men all know that kind of rural house, which is obviously good, but if you don’t live there for a few years, or ten years, the house will be very bad.

We live at home and chatter every day, hey!On the contrary, the house has not had any problems for decades. This is the reason why a house supports people, and people also support a house. Since we can't go in, let's go to the third floor to have a look. "

As soon as the words were finished, the three who turned to leave heard a vague sound suddenly coming from the collapsed rear.

"Wait! Brother Tie, turn around and there is a voice!"

"Ahhhhh! I heard that too! Fuck, there can't really be ghosts here!!"

"Help, is that voice really coming from behind? Could it have been designed by you in advance?"

Some people swiped the screen one after another in the comment area, "It's time for Brother Tie to show off your abilities, let our ghost brothers also come and see the Yangjian stuff."

Brother Tie is just a newcomer signed by a small internet celebrity, relying on false family traditions to visit places with haunted rumors all over the country.

But he has walked so many times, and he has never encountered such a situation.

The special situations he encountered in the past were set up by him and his assistants, and then he pretended to be a ghost, and the ghost would be recovered by him.

Brother Tie, who was standing in front of the camera, kept asking the two assistants with his eyes.

"Who did it?"

The person who turned on the lamp shook his head, opened his mouth and replied silently: "It's not me."

The person carrying the camera also shook his head, causing the camera to shake as well, "There is no arrangement, could it be that other explorers collided with us?"

Brother Tie also had this possibility when he thought about it, and now it is [-]:[-] noon, which is said to be the most yang time of the day.

The sun was so big above his head, so after hesitating for a few seconds, he frowned, with a deep expression on his face, and quickly counted with his ten fingers towards the camera.

"Everyone, don't panic, I figured out that we still have a chance with the guy behind, and I'll take you in to see his full body today!"

After all, he turned around and rolled up his sleeves.

The camera focuses on his appearance at the moment.

In the live broadcast room, the audience commented happily after seeing this scene.

"As expected of Brother Tie who has seen the big scene, this kid can regain it with just one finger."

Brother Tie dragged out the bench that was buried in the collapsed position. Just as the chair was dragged away, the ceiling above it collapsed a little bit, and the ground was covered with dust. The faint voice in the distance kept passing through the radio. into the ears of the audience.

"I can't do it anymore, I feel uncomfortable hearing this sound with headphones on."

"I also turned off the mute, and silently watched Brother Tie collect ghosts, but this sound is too scary!"

A group of people hugged their phones in fright and turned them off, staring at the screen with their eyes closed in the standard posture of watching ghost movies.

Either cover your face with your hands and look out through your fingers.

Seeing Brother Tie in the camera crawling over the collapsed place carefully, he turned around to pick up the camera again.

In the shaky camera, the three of them carefully climbed up the collapsed clod ceiling, and after walking to the other end of the corridor in gray, they found that there was another entrance.

It happened to be tightly blocked by a big tree growing from the edge of the corridor, and the three of them crawled in from the collapsed place without even noticing it.

In the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room, there was a burst of hahaha.

Brother Tie also took the opportunity to liven up the camera, "It seems that this comrade knew that it was dangerous for us to go there, and opened up a new way for us to get out, but our eyesight is not very good, so we missed Brother Gui's new way."

The few people standing here heard the ghost's voice more and more clearly, and even heard the ghost calling for help.

The person holding the camera walked along the sound. Brother Tie walked halfway and listened to the sound, his calves became weaker and weaker.

"Help... help..."

"Help me... can someone help me... woo woo woo..."

In the live broadcast room, the laughing, teasing, and bullying viewers all fell silent.

Brother Tie, whose teeth were starting to chatter, really wanted to retreat, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the number of viewers in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room had exceeded 300 million.

"Ah!" This is the most live broadcast audience since he entered the industry!As long as he successfully seizes the opportunity this time, he can become a big anchor from a small Internet celebrity.

When entering the door closest to the voice, Brother Tie grabbed all the yellow talismans he bought in his pocket and held them tightly before pushing the door open.

The room was empty, and there were gray and white empty houses with clods falling on all sides. The three of them held their breath and walked towards the third door.

After the third door was pushed open, under the gaze of all the audience, the door that had been ignored for more than 30 years made a sour sound: "Squeak..."

After the long, toothache-sounding sound of the door opening, the assistant holding the lighter trembled, and pointed the light at the dim room.

"Wait, what's the smell?" Brother Tie raised his hand to signal the camera assistant not to leave, and also stopped the lighting assistant.

The strong, nauseating smell was wafting from the room, and the three people standing at the door couldn't smell it, so they covered their noses and stepped back a meter away.

The assistant holding the light stool said to Brother Tie with a pale face: "The light seems to have illuminated something just now, it was very white and very dark."

"What kind of adjectives are very white and very black? The assistant was so frightened that he lost consciousness."

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but type their own complaints in the comment area when they heard this.

"Really! That thing seems to be brand new clothes!" The assistant didn't see the message in the live broadcast room, but just explained to Brother Tie.

Brother Tie heard that the things were new, so he suspected that people like homeless people lived here. As long as they were not ghosts, there was nothing to be afraid of.

With a wave of his big hand, he took the light over and comforted the other party: "If you are afraid, just stand here and don't go in. The two of us will go in and have a look before we come out."

The lighting assistant stood outside the door with a pale face, watching the backs of the three of them walking in.

After standing here, there was another thing he wanted to say. The voice that attracted them suddenly disappeared.

In another room, when Wang Chengle heard footsteps outside, he immediately pressed the cry for help back into his throat, not daring to say a word.

Fearing that the crazy woman would come back here, the man buried his head in his knees and waited nervously for the woman to open the door and walk in.

In the next room, Brother Tie held the light and walked into the place where the assistant had just illuminated with the light.

The headlight used to increase the brightness was raised high by him, aiming at the set of women's clothes that had been taken off on the ground.

In the live broadcast, all the audience held their breaths as they watched the hand lift up the long black dress on the ground.

"Hey, women's clothes."

"It scared me to death, I thought it was."

"Hahahahaha, the upstairs is just joking, the premise is that there is a faceless person here first."

"Bai got a little nervous."

The audience in the live broadcast room were very relaxed, but Brother Tie started to lighten his back, and gently put down the long black dress in his hand with a pale face.

Then, with three million viewers watching, he turned the palm facing away from the camera, palm up.

In the live broadcast room, everyone saw a dark red in the palm of the hand.

"Fuck! What is this!"

"This is blood! Is it blood!"

"Brother Tie, tell me, tell me, what is this?"

Brother Tie slowly raised his palm to the camera, so that the audience in the camera could see more clearly, he also used his fingers to squeeze the sticky liquid, and raised his fingers to the camera: "What do you think this is? .”

The camera did not answer, but the shaking camera could tell the other party's mood at the moment, and it was also not calm.

"Why don't we retreat?" The camera regretted that he didn't stay outside with the light just now.

"Maybe the clothes are fading." Brother Tie didn't believe the reason he said.

But he saw that the audience in the live broadcast room has reached 400 million, and the audience is still increasing. This is his only chance. He has come here and he doesn't want to give up.

Brother Tie bit the bullet and squatted down again, lifted the black skirt, and motioned to the camera to help him hold the light tube, while he held the fabric on both sides of the dress's shoulders and neck with both hands.

Facing the 400 million viewers in the live broadcast room, he unfolded the clothes in his hands completely.

He himself is holding the clothes in his hands and facing the camera, but he doesn't see very clearly.

But the 400 million viewers in the live broadcast room saw that there were countless gaps cut out by the front of the dress he unfolded.

"This dress...I thought something bad, am I the only one?"

"You are not alone upstairs, I also thought of other places."

"There are so many breaches and bloodstains, it can't be someone venting their anger."

"I think the anchor deliberately lied. No one has been in this place for more than 30 years. How could such a thing happen to him by such a coincidence? Moreover, more than 30 years have passed, and the blood on the clothes has not yet dried. Isn't it more than 30 years ago?"

Brother Tie leaned closer to the phone, saw the comments on it, and smiled wryly: "How could it be that we prepared it in advance, we just got off the plane before the live broadcast and came here less than two hours ago, when I was at the airport before, I told everyone I’ve broadcast the boarding screen live, if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you the boarding ticket.”

He put down the dress, took out the ticket from his pocket and approached the camera, then picked up the light and looked around.

Stepping on the dark clods on the ground, the two entered the next room.

As soon as they walked in, Wang Chengle in the cage raised his head.

The face that had been tortured for a day and a night looked directly at them in the dog cage through layers of iron nets.

Brother Tie was dumbfounded...

I have encountered any situation since the live broadcast, but I have never encountered this kind of situation!

The 460 million viewers in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

The cameraman was the first one in the audience to run over, held up the camera to the shape of the cage and the man in the cage, and shot it inside and out: "Brother, what kind of gameplay is this? It's so exciting."

"It's exciting, is this the ghost in the abandoned house?"

"Hahahahahahaha this ghost is going to kill me laughing."

"What kind of exciting gameplay is this? The legendary shaking M?"

There was a lot of discussion in the comment area, and Wang Chengle, who was squatting in the cage, looked at the stranger holding the camera with a pale face, "You... are you sent by that crazy woman? Are you going to kill me now!"

"Wait, shit!! Everyone, look at his back! Those iron spikes are real! His back is covered in blood!"

"Quick, quick, the cameraman changed direction and couldn't see clearly."

Brother Tie, who was standing two meters away, came over, glanced at the comments, and then moved the light closer to motion for the camera to take a picture.

The current audience of the live broadcast room has reached 500 million.

Wang Chengle was stimulated by the light, and these two people approached his cage without speaking, and began to change directions in the cage.

He didn't dare to expose his back to them. While moving, his limbs and back were pierced with new wounds by countless absent iron thorns.

"Brother, don't be excited, don't be excited." Brother Tie panicked when he saw so much blood left, and quickly grabbed the photographer to keep him still.

He squatted down cautiously, eye level with the man in the cage, and then pointed to the lens in the camera hand and the mobile phone that was broadcasting live.

"We are live broadcasting the ruins. Did you live in it voluntarily, or were you imprisoned? You are cruel to yourself."

Brother Tie raised his hand and pinched the iron net outside the cage with his fingers. The iron thorns on it were all real, and there was nothing fake about it.

Fifteen minutes later, a group of criminal policemen in uniform surrounded the entire factory entrance and exit.

Fire trucks also came to the scene, and firefighters used cutting machines to re-cut the welded cages.

The three of Brother Tie did not expect that the police would report such an effect, and the audience in the live broadcast room did not expect that the anchor was so unlucky that such a thing could happen even when investigating a haunted house.

The three of them were politely invited into the police car, and the shooting equipment was temporarily confiscated. They will be returned to them after their identities and their purpose of being here are clarified.

Wang Chengle came out of the cage. Those who had been squatting in the cage for more than 34 hours could no longer walk on their legs.

Qin Shiguan followed Ye Cheng, one on the left and one behind, carrying his arm, and carried him outside to the hospital.

When passing the next room, Wang Chengle turned his head to look in that direction, only seeing the dark blood clots on the ground and the clothes.

"Who else has been here besides you." Qin Shiguan also saw the clothes on the ground.

"It's A Juan's blood, that person killed A Juan right here, and even wore A Juan's clothes—"

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Wang Chengle shivered and pointed at the black dress on the ground tremblingly: "This is Yu Shuhui's dress, she is the one who brought us here! You must catch it!" She! She killed Zhao Juan with her own hands."

"You go to the hospital in an ambulance first, we will definitely arrest Yu Shuhui and bring her to justice."

After Zhou Jianming watched them leave, he called the Evidence Section to collect evidence and clean up the scene.

There are a lot of footprints on the ground, and it rained all night in Jinjiang City last night, and now there are footprints everywhere on the ground.

When a group of criminal policemen returned to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Song Jianyu just woke up from sleep, opened his eyes, got up and went outside to take a look at the old-fashioned clock on the wall.

Seeing it says [-]:[-], and looking around the empty office.

He silently closed the door of the conference room, returned to the chair, lay down and closed his eyes, trying to find the murderer by sleeping, at least until the police find the hostages.

Ten minutes later, the sleeping person appeared in an operating room.

The person who opened his eyes looked at the shadowless lamp above his head, and before he could figure out what was going on with him, a face wearing a mask approached, and cold fingers in gloves pulled his newly opened eyelids.

"I woke up so soon, is it because my anesthetic dose is useless?" The other party pulled Song Jianyu's eyelids, and after talking to himself, he raised his hand and pushed the broken hair exposed from the edge of the hat.

The bright red blood on the glove stained the edge of his cheek.

The woman lying on the operating room opened her black eyes, looking at the bloody face in disbelief, staring fixedly at the smear of red.

Blood……

The lying person tried to get up, but his limbs could not move at all, and there was pain in his stomach.

The pain was so painful that people wanted to circle their limbs into a ball, but because their limbs lost contact, at this moment they could only lie here passively and watch everything that happened in front of them.

"Doctor...it hurts so much, add anesthetic..." Somebody give him some anesthetic!

Now he felt as if his stomach had been opened, the pain was so painful that it was painful to breathe, and he could only finish a sentence intermittently.

The woman lying on the operating table, unable to move, opened her mouth and found that she was still able to speak. While enduring the pain, she motioned for the anesthetist to come in quickly.

The doctor who was stitching up the wound suddenly tilted his head and said "Hey", looking at the anxious face, he couldn't help asking again: "What did you just say?"

"Anesthetics... Add anesthetics..." The person who was lying unable to move expressed his needs in a tone of gnashing his teeth.

"Oh." This time, the doctor who performed the operation heard it very clearly.

The person who picked up the scalpel again continued his operation, and at the same time he did not forget to chat with his patients, "The anesthetics at home are all used up, but your operation is over, and the next step is to sew up the stomach. , if it hurts—”

The busy man turned around, took out a bloody towel from the tool basket, rolled it into strips and stuffed it into Song Jianyu's mouth, and then the bloody and cold palm patted his cheek lightly, "Work hard!" , Just bite and endure."

The person who finished all this went to bring a fully transparent glass jar and put it in Song Jianyu's perspective, "Is it beautiful? This is your kidney. I just took it out as a souvenir."