Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu didn't expect his teammates to be so aggressive, and soon he followed suit and immediately apologized to Song's mother by pretending to be pitiful.

From the time he conspired with Song's father, he shook off one after another, and finally put the responsibility on Song Zongming.

Song Zongming on the side nodded from time to time, and rounded up the scene.

Mother Song listened to the apologies from the two of them with her arms akimbo, and waved her big hand, saying, "Don't fool me! Everyone go home tonight. If I see you guys acting like moths behind my back again, I'll be the first One will clean you up."

The power of maternal love made Song Jianyu silently shrink into a ball on the hospital bed, reducing his sense of existence.

The rental house was directly returned by Song's mother, and all the luggage was packed and brought home.

When a family of three entered the gate of the community, Song Zongming, who was walking at the back, looked up at the community that was somewhat similar and somewhat different from his memory.

It's old, old, and full of smoke.

When he wanted to graduate from university, he proposed to Shi Hongmei. He ran around the city to look at houses in advance, without telling anyone.

I chose this community with huge crape myrtle flowers downstairs. When he came to collect the house, he walked in the brand new, bright and sparsely populated community, thinking in his heart that he and Shi Hongmei would live here for 30 years, 30 years after they got married. , When everything around becomes old and old, the husband and wife can hold a stool just like these old men and women at the door now.

Doing nothing but basking in the sun and entertaining the grandkids every day.

Song Jianyu, who was walking in front, never had the chance to speak to Song's mother alone a few times.

He looked at Song Zongming who stopped behind him and looked up at the community.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Song's mother, briefly explaining Song Zongming's current physical condition.

Just as Shi Hongmei was about to ask her son, she was right by her side, sending some text messages.

Didn't you see that a family of three is full of luggage and it is difficult to walk?

The next second, she looked at the content of the text message and took a deep breath, then turned her head to look at the person who was still standing there blankly: "Hurry up, I'm standing here because I like to drink northwest wind, right?"

Song Zongming, who was still remembering the past a second ago, was immediately awakened by the familiar scolding sound, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Song's mother, "You still remember this sentence."

Back then when he confessed to Shi Hongmei and asked her to be his girlfriend, Song's mother didn't answer directly in the same way. She walked a few steps away and saw that he hadn't followed, so she turned around and threw the sentence to him.

Song Zongming knew it was done, and hurriedly followed.

"How old are you, hurry up, my hands are tired." Mother Song gave him a blank look, and walked forward with the luggage in her hand muttering.

This time there was no need to be urged, Song Zongming followed, and trotted up to walk side by side with others.

Abandoning Song Jianyu and walking at the back alone, he vaguely heard Song Zongming's voice in front.

I don't know what that sentence means, because he didn't understand it.

At home, Song Jianyu wanted to help pack things, but was kicked out by Song's mother.

Song Zongming also wanted to help, and got a free look.

The father and son were like wooden figures, Mother Song went there where she pointed, and never dared to make people angry again.

When Song's mother was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, Song Jianyu, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, always felt that the kitchen knife was cutting himself.

Song Zongming finally couldn't keep quiet anymore, Song Jianyu in the living room could hear Song's mother's angry loud voice after entering the kitchen.

But it stopped after saying two times, and the sound of cooking was much quieter.

Back at the familiar home, the person sitting on the sofa watching TV looked at the eyelids and began to close in one place.

When Shi Hongmei came out of the kitchen with braised fish, she saw the person on the sofa fell asleep again.

In the kitchen, Song Zongming was about to come out with minced meat and stir-fried vermicelli. Seeing Shi Hongmei blocking the kitchen door, the tall man glanced at the direction of the sofa and understood the reason.

"When he wakes up, I'll tell Jianyu that we won't investigate this case."

Song Zongming thought clearly in the rental house.

He only has half a year left, and he is satisfied with being able to get along with Hongmei and his son for half a year, so he doesn't want to worry about it anymore.

Shi Hongmei didn't speak, but the sleeping person on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, straightened up and sat up, looking innocently at the two parents at the kitchen door.

"Why don't you check, I want to keep checking."

"Check what! Do you want to kill yourself!" Mother Song angrily put the plate on the table and was about to get angry.

The face of the person on the sofa didn't change: "I know, for me this is just a dream, and there will always be a time when I wake up from the dream, but Mom, do you know what I experience every day in my dream?"

"I don't want to know, so don't tell me." Mother Song turned her head away, not wanting to hear.

"Those murderers and suspects have been killing people all the time. What they kill are living people. Those people can't treat everything as a dream like me, and everything will end when they wake up.

Their lives will come to an end when they meet the murderer, but I can obviously save them, I can see everything happening with my own eyes, but I have to remain indifferent, so what is the difference between me and the murderer?

This is more serious than seeing someone fall down on the road and not helping them. If I don’t help, there will always be someone next to help.But in the dream, I didn't prevent anyone from knowing that the murderers were mingling among the crowd, wearing human skins. "

Mother Song pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Song Jianyu threw out a bigger secret: "Hua Yaqi from the clothing store, do you know how she lives? I woke up on the floor of her living room. This aunt is being beaten by her husband every day. It's okay to call the police." It’s just that the couple’s relationship is not compatible, criticize the education, and let the man go. She was beaten all over her body and her ribs are broken. She can’t go to the hospital. There are wound ointments everywhere in the house. Even if I look at her as an excuse, I feel that she is pitiful.

But she had to desperately explain to her neighbors that she accidentally fell, not her husband.

Every day when I sleep, I put a knife under my pillow.Every time she was beaten, she would lock the door of her daughter's bedroom in the second bedroom. If no one helped her, she would either be turned into a handful of ashes in the grave now, or she would be sent to jail for killing her husband and waiting for the death penalty, and her daughter will bear a parent in her life. Cannibal gossip topic. "

The person on the sofa stood up, walked to Shi Hongmei to wipe off the tears on the other person's face, and said softly: "I know you are worried about my health, but you see I am fine now, nothing is wrong, that little difficulty It's like a nightmare. I'll be fine for a few days at most. If you're worried, I'll ask a psychiatrist to give me psychological counseling.

But if you can save a life just by having a nightmare, don't you think it's super cost-effective? This is a robbery from the king of Hades. "

Mother Song removed his palm, covered her face and rushed into the bedroom.

The loud sound of the door closing made the two men in the living room glance at each other.

"Your mother loves you for your suffering." Song Zongming sighed.

"I know that no matter how hard or tired she is, she has never lost a penny of my pocket money since she was a child. I will have some of my classmates. She has always been a very good mother, and I also hope that you can have a new life. opportunity to start.

If I could go back 33 years and change everything, she would no longer have to grit her teeth and endure the ridicule of having a child out of wedlock. A girl in her early 30s lives alone with a child who has no boyfriend or husband. Now this kind of ignorance seems very strange, the kind of smashing your windows, spitting at you when passing by the door of the store, or even scolding you in front of you for being abandoned by others, all kinds of swear words.If she does it all over again, she won't suffer from these pains again. "The young man standing in the living room turned to look at the closed door.

He knew the people inside were listening, "Mom, don't you want to try? Do it all over again."

The bedroom door was not opened, Song Zongming went to the kitchen to prepare the remaining few dishes and knocked on the door, the person inside opened the door with a gap to let people in.

The people in the room did not come out until late at night, and the crying in the bedroom was vaguely heard.

Song Jianyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, distractedly watching the advertisement on TV, but he was thinking about the murderer in the West Industrial Zone in his heart.

When he took his things from Zhou Jianming's desk, he glanced at the personal information displayed on the computer screen.

According to the data, the woman who murdered in the Xigong District was named Yu Shuhui, and now this person has fallen into the hands of the real murderer of 863.

This information must be passed on to the police.

Inside the Public Security Bureau, the lights were still brightly lit in the middle of the night, and everyone hadn't gone home for two days, so they squinted their eyes for a while when they were sleepy.

"Yu Shuhui's arrest warrant has been issued. According to Wang Chengle's account, he and Yu Shuhui met in the script killing shop. They were discussing the 863 case. They got to know each other through this case. The two dated for less than half a year. Wang Chengle proposed to break up. At that time, he and Yu Shuhui had been arguing because of their living habits and personality.

So Yu Shuhui didn't object after the breakup. A month later, Wang Chengle met Zhao Juan.

But Wang Chengle refused. After being rejected several times, Yu Shuhui believed that all this was because Zhao Juan meddled in her feelings, so after kidnapping the three, she killed Zhao Juan in the same way as 863 murderers. "

In the conference room, after Ye Cheng finished his report, Li Qin took the stage.

Li Qin went to the stage and turned on the projector, "After we issued the arrest warrant, we have contacted Yu Shuhui's family members and close friends around her, and are now investigating where she can hide, and her family members are also under the surveillance of our security guards." I have been calling her all the time, this is the content of the report sent by the masses after the arrest warrant was issued."

Everyone looked at the big screen. There was surveillance footage of Yu Shuhui at an Internet cafe in the middle of the night, and roadside surveillance saw her appearing at a night market stall. The owner of a barbecue shop also said that this person bought it from his house for 100 yuan. A three-handed vise was acquired, the purpose of use is unknown.

"Where is her final destination?" Zhou Jianming asked.

Li Qin switched the screen to the next paragraph.

"This is the problem we found next. When the Evidence Section checked the monitoring of the milk tea shop at Naxiangkou in the Xigong District in the morning, it was accidentally discovered that Yu Shuhui had appeared near the crime scene in the Xigong District yesterday morning, and she stayed there alone. About 10 minutes later, we never found her whereabouts again, and the surveillance video at the intersection did not capture her figure again...

But the owner of the bun shop gave us another clue. When I asked with Yu Shuhui's photo, the owner said that he remembered that Yu Shuhui was not alone at the door, but a young man was talking to her, and then that The man also brought something to Yu Shuhui, and then the two left one after the other, but the surveillance angle of the milk tea shop couldn't shoot there, so we couldn't know who the man was through surveillance. "

Zhou Jianming turned the pen in his hand: "Where is the payment code, can you find out the identity of that man?"