Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Zongming stopped, took a deep breath and pulled his son up.

The two took a taxi and went straight home.

When he got home, Song Jianyu took out his schoolbag, took out a little-used notebook from inside, squatted on the sofa and described to Song Zongming, while drawing the people and things he saw.

"The case in the Xigong District was committed by a woman. I don't know how she was caught, but the person who caught her should be that kid."

Song Zongming squatted beside him and looked at what he drew on the paper: "What does that person look like now?"

"I don't know. I woke up in the operating room, and I couldn't see his face clearly. I couldn't see him with a mask on his face and a hat on his head."

Song Jianyu drew a rough human shape on the paper.

"I have been lying down and can't move, so I can only look at him from the bottom up. When he was very close to me, I smelled a strong smell of disinfectant. Although he stayed with me for a long time, I was sure he was a A doctor, at least the kind of doctor who has been on the operating table more than once."

He carefully sketches the first thing drawn on paper.

"On the wall on the right hand side, there is a very old-fashioned clock. There is a small wooden door outside the clock, which looks like this. Every half an hour, the door will automatically open, revealing the appearance of the clock inside."

Song Zongming took the torn piece of paper, looked at the simple painting on it, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "I seem to have seen this clock somewhere before."

"Huh?" Song Jianyu stopped writing and turned to look at the people squatting in front of the coffee table together.

"You let me think about it. I have only been out of prison for three days, and today is the fourth day. This thing must be what I have seen in the past few days. At worst, I will take the route of the past few days again."

Song Zongming memorized the pattern on that piece of paper, and was going to go out to look for the clock after his son told the whole story.

"Okay then, let me tell you about what else is in that operating room."

Taking advantage of the fact that the content of the dream was still very clear, Song Jianyu squatted in front of the coffee table and drew all the objects he could remember one by one.

After the last doctor's eyebrows were drawn by him, Song Jianyu looked at the portrait of the person wearing a mask and hat on the paper, "It would be great if I could enter a regular operating room, and lie there to see a doctor or a nurse." Compared with this guy, we have never been in the operating room, and we don’t know whether his operating room is in a regular hospital or a private operating room.”

Song Zongming also thought about it: "It's a bit difficult to enter the operating room of a big hospital. We don't have any serious illnesses that require surgery now. We can't go to the hospital and ask the doctor to help us remove an organ."

The father and son, in the eyes of the criminal police, one had terminal lung cancer, and the other had narcolepsy, which required sixteen hours of sleep a day.

A flash of inspiration flashed in the minds of the helpless two.

"Cut the appendix!"

An hour and a half later, the father and son entered the hospital to register for an appointment with a doctor for surgery.

Song Jianyu, who was lying on the operating table and was about to undergo surgery, was staring at the surgical nurse who was putting things in front of him before the anesthesiologist arrived.

From time to time, the eyes flicked back and forth between the height of the other person's head and the ceiling.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing his energetic appearance, the nurse couldn't help asking him.

"I entered the operating room for the first time, and I was a little curious whether the ceiling in the operating room is the same height as the ceiling outside? Is there any standard size for this?"

The young lady nurse looked up and murmured, "It's usually [-] meters tall."

"Are all the operating rooms like this?" He looked around. There were three large machines in the room that he couldn't understand. There was a whole row of cabinets in the corner on the left side. There is a tin workbench with four multipurpose jacks on both sides of the wall.

The shadowless lamp on his head was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream.

There are not many similar items in other aspects.

"Most of the operating rooms are similar, but it also depends on what kind of surgery you are doing. For example, your appendectomy operation is performed in three types of sterile operating rooms, as well as sterile operating rooms and infection operating rooms. This kind of heart and brain disease needs to be performed in a sterile and clean operating room."

The nurse's words made Song Jianyu's heart a little cold, and he asked the other party with the last hope.

"Which operating room was the kidney cut in?"

"Kidney cutting is also a third type of operating room, that's all."

After the anesthesiologist came, Song Jianyu realized for the first time that the appendix operation was in a state of semi-anesthesia, and the person underwent the operation while awake.

The scenes experienced in sleep made the originally calm person lying on the operating table start to tremble uncontrollably.

"Relax, relax, don't be nervous, it won't hurt after taking anesthesia, patient! Patient!"

Not only did the person on the operating table not relax, but his entire body suffered from severe convulsions and convulsions.

"Yes... I'm sorry... I can't control it..." Although it didn't hurt to wake up from someone else, but I used my body to lie in this similar environment again.

The sore spot on the abdomen where the fire stick was ignited side by side made the person lying there unable to control his body at all, and now he felt severe pain all over his body.

Ten minutes later, Song Jianyu was pushed out of the operating room.

Song Zongming, who was waiting outside the operating room, took a special look at the screen of his son's mobile phone.

It hasn't been 10 minutes since the person went in. Is the operation done so quickly?

Song Zongming stood up and looked at his son lying on the push bed. Now his lips were pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, curled up into a ball.

"The operation has been temporarily cancelled. His condition is now unable to perform the operation. Our doctor will explain the details to the family members later."

The nurse's words made Song Zongming even more confused. Could it be that his son's appendix was cut before and now he has forgotten it?

After sending his son back to the ward, Song Zongming looked at his son with his back on the bed, walked out of the ward silently and went to the doctor's office alone.

When Song Zongming returned to the ward, he saw that the person who had been lying on his side had fallen asleep.

This sleep Song Jianyu didn't wake up until noon the next day.

I didn't dream anything, and I didn't see anyone.

The man who was full of sleep sat up from the hospital bed, and when he stretched halfway, he saw Song's mother walking in with a kettle in her arms.

After seeing the person on the hospital bed waking up, he went to the bedside table, put down the kettle, turned around and left.

The stretched man lowered his arms cowardly on the spot, and yelled, "Mom..."

"You still know I'm your mother? Those who don't know think I'm a passer-by, delaying the lives of both of you, father and son, right? Don't tell me when you take him out of prison, don't tell me when he's living together, and don't tell me now that he's in the hospital. I'm not your mother, I'm just an old lady on the side of the road who gets in the way."

When Song's mother saw Song Zongming at the door of the clothing store, her whole head was buzzing. Before she could think of what to say in the first sentence, the other party threw her a bigger news.

Song Jianyu was admitted to the hospital again because he had the same ability as him. In order to help him catch the murderer 23 years ago, he saw the murderer in his dream.

The father and son together went to the hospital to understand the content of the dream more clearly.

But neither party expected that Song Jianyu would have such a big reaction after entering the operating room.

Song Zongming went to the doctor's office to inquire about the doctor's situation. After learning what happened in the operating room, before he could figure out why his son behaved like this, the doctor kindly reminded him whether his son had undergone any surgery before. The environment has psychological pressure. Fortunately, this state occurred before the operation. If such severe convulsions occur during the operation, it may cause death.

The person who came out of the doctor's office turned back to the ward and looked at his sleeping son.

He hired a nurse to help take care of it, and ran home by himself to re-read all the content drawn by his son on the coffee table.

When the father and son were discussing before, they were always talking about what was in that room, but they never heard from their son why he faced the murderer from the perspective of lying down.

Song Zongming, who once possessed the same ability, knew that he would receive real feedback on other people's bodies, whether he was hung from a high place in the factory or was attacked by surprise.

This kind of damage will disappear after they fall asleep again.

But the psychological damage will not dissipate so quickly.

He has paid the price for 23 years for the things in his dreams.

Do you still want your son to follow the same path as him now?

Song Zongming sat in the living room for a long time, and those who stood up and walked out with the coffee table, their gray hair looked even whiter.

Turning around, he went to Shi Hongmei's clothing store, and told Shi Hongmei everything he knew about what the father and son had done in the past few days.

Shi Hongmei didn't even have time to settle accounts with him, so she hurriedly handed over the store to Hua Yaqi, packed up two Song Jianyu's clothes and went to the hospital.

"Mom... I was wrong..." Song Jianyu was a little tall, and he didn't know how Song's mother knew about his hospitalization.

Could it be that he met an acquaintance in the hospital after falling asleep?It can't be such a coincidence!

"Where did you go wrong, you explain it yourself." Song's mother fooled him without asking him to admit his mistake.

The scope of this explanation is a bit wide. Song Jianyu, who just woke up, doesn't know how much Song's mother knows about his current situation.

So he looked at the man eagerly, thinking that he wanted to come to the hospital to have his appendix cut?Or is it the fact that Song Zongming has been released from prison?Or was he accidentally sleeping too much?

If you think about it, you can't say anything. Saying it is tantamount to admitting the trap of passerby A just now.

"I can't figure it out, let me help you think about it." Mother Song waited for a minute and saw that he really couldn't hold back his words.

He rushed out angrily and dragged in someone who had been standing outside the door.

The father and son looked at each other.

Song Jianyu asked the other party with his eyes: "How much did you explain?"

Song Zongming opened his mouth and replied: "I have explained everything that can be explained."