Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

This mobile phone belonged to the dead girl on the bed.

If you want to unlock now, there is only one last way.

Song Jianyu, who was leaning against the wall, put his hands together and begged God for help, "Please, please, please wake me up! I really don't want to dream about it again!"

Five minutes later, the person who had made a wish for all the gods in the sky, the east and the west, opened his eyes and saw himself still standing in the corner beside the bed.

I can't escape, so I can only find a way to use this mobile phone to contact the outside world.

With a pale face, Song Jianyu walked to the bed holding the locked mobile phone in his hand, and lifted a corner of the quilt with trembling limbs.

Wang Qiqi's cold hands hidden under the quilt were exposed.

He held the palm without any warmth, raised her finger and placed it on the fingerprint unlocking screen of the phone.

After changing his fingers three times, Song Jianyu finally unlocked the phone. He didn't want to be in the same room with a dead person anymore, so he took the unlocked phone and went directly into the top cabinet beside him.

The whole person curled up in the dark closet, which made him feel more secure.

Sitting among the clothes full of clothes, Song Jianyu saw the screen saver picture of the unlocked phone.

This is an intimate group photo of a family of three. The girl standing in the center is supporting her parents with her left and right hands. The other person looks exactly like the person on the Shaxian Snack TV, and also looks the same as the person on the big bed outside the closet.

"What a crime!" Song Jianyu looked away and dialed 110 directly.

The phone attached to the ear soon heard the echo of signal interruption.

Those who called three times in a row received the same mechanical reply from the girl.

This room seems to have been installed with a signal shielding function, and no calls can be made, and there is no way to call the police.

Song Jianyu had no choice but to open the girl's WeChat Penguin account and all social accounts, trying to see if she could send out a distress message.

As a result, the content publishing failure has been displayed on the screen all the time.

I have done everything I can do. When the person in the closet was holding his mobile phone and was just feeling frustrated, he suddenly saw a new message popping up on WeChat.

"Failed to publish the content. Do you want to continue to publish automatically?"

With an idea, Song Jianyu crawled out of the closet, walked to the right side of the big bed, and then moved the quilt a little bit away, revealing half of the back and head of the girl with her back facing him.

He himself leaned back against the bed, raised his phone to turn on the video recording function, and chose an angle to align himself with the people behind him into the camera.

He originally wanted to expose the other person's face buried in the pillow, but Song Jianyu really didn't dare to reach out to hold a dead man's head, so he could only aim at the back of the other person's head.

The young man holding the mobile phone, his eyes were deliberately pretending to be rebellious, and his sitting posture seemed to be rebellious. He leaned lazily on the side of the bed, and said six words coldly to the camera.

"Wang Qiqi's body is here with me."

The video was cut off by Song Jianyu at this point, and while rubbing the stiff cheeks he had just pretended to be, he reselected the video to upload and send.

After the sending failed, the sentence on the system jumped out, and he pressed the continuous automatic release at the first time.

In this way, as soon as the mobile phone has the opportunity to leave the room, the video will be automatically sent out.

It is useless to call the police, and there is no signal here. He doesn't know when he can leave, and he can't call the police at the first time. Only this kind of system can automatically go to bed with unlimited content. go out.

After doing all this, the person chose to turn off the phone. After the person sitting on the ground counted from one to one hundred in his heart, he turned the phone back on, unlocked it again, and opened the WeChat upload location again.

Those two contents that could not be successfully published were still being tried automatically, and did not stop automatically because he shut down the phone.

After confirming that he did the right thing, Song Jianyu turned off the phone and restored it to its original state, and put it back under the girl's pillow.

He went to reorganize the wardrobe that he had messed up, and the things in the bedside table. He roughly classified them according to his previous memory.

After making sure that the room was exactly the same as before he woke up, Song Jianyu looked at the half-empty bed and swallowed nervously.

Only by erasing all traces of his appearance, the murderer will not know that there was a third person in this room, and now there is only one last condition left.

Before he woke up, the murderer was lying in the same bed with the dead.

Song Jianyu uncovered a corner of the quilt, carefully moved to the edge of the bed and lay down on his back. He didn't dare to look at the dead woman beside him, tried hard to control his trembling and frightened body, closed his eyes and counted sheep desperately to hypnotize himself to sleep.

He swore that he would go to Guanyin Temple to offer incense as soon as he woke up tomorrow, and begged the Bodhisattva to accept his supernatural power.

The next morning, the person who woke up in his quilt immediately jumped up holding the quilt, and looked inside and out of his bed several times.

After making sure that there was nothing that shouldn't exist, he hugged the quilt and lay down on it relaxedly.

Hugging his own quilt and smelling the scent of laundry detergent on it, Song Jianyu felt an ordinary life for the first time in his life, what a comfortable thing it was.

Laid on the bed for more than an hour, the sun was already on his face, so he reluctantly let go of the quilt and got up.

While getting dressed, he caught a glimpse of the mobile phone next to the pillow from the corner of his eye.

With memories of yesterday coming back, Song Jianyu put on his clothes, picked up his dead phone and charged it first.

After he washed his face, brushed his teeth and had breakfast, he sent a text message to Song's mother with his mobile phone charged to 40.00%.

"Mom, I want to see him."

He wanted to ask that person himself if he was responsible for the case back then.

If so, this father should be regarded as dead.

If not, he wants to find out the truth.

Shi Hongmei sent an address, and that person was locked up in Shikumen Prison.

Song Jianyu memorized the address, took his backpack and went straight out.

On the other side, Zhou Jianming in the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Jinjiang City has been busy looking for someone for a day, and he is lying in the office at this moment and has not woken up.

"Captain, wake up, Wang Qiqi has appeared!"

Ye Cheng rushed into the office with his mobile phone in his hand, pushing those who didn't go home yesterday to wake them up.

The 6.5-inch mobile phone screen was stuck to Zhou Jianming's face.

Zhou Jianming opened his eyes and saw a ten-second shot.

In the camera, a decent-looking young man is sitting on the edge of the bed in pajamas, facing the camera and shooting him and the bed behind him. The back of the bed is facing their long hair, and they can only be seen through the long hair It turns out that the other party is a girl.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know! But that's not the point! This is what Wang Qiqi's circle of friends posted at [-]:[-] this morning, and look at this one!"

Ye Cheng quit the video, dragged the frame and dragged it down to Wang Qiqi's second circle of friends.

"Look at this article. Is there anyone there? I don't know where I am being locked up. Please call the police for me. This video is 5 minutes after this Moments content."

Zhou Jianming sat up straight and looked at the two circles of friends several times.

Especially the ten-second video, which he zoomed in on every second and stopped to study it carefully.

"Go, print out this face and give it to the Wang family, and ask them if they recognize it."

Ye Cheng took his mobile phone to print and run errands.

Song Jianyu was sitting on his knees in the Guanyin Temple. He had never offered incense to a Bodhisattva since he was a child. He just spent a huge sum of 300 yuan at the gate of the temple to buy himself a stick of long incense with the thickness of his wrist.

The monks in the temple also told him that it is not allowed to light incense casually due to environmental protection, but they sold him a piece of incense just because he was really in trouble.

Before Song Jianyu came in, he really saw the Yiwu electronic incense used in the incense in front of the Bodhisattva.

With kindness towards the kind monk in his heart, Song Jianyu handed the 300 yuan long incense to the monk beside him, and the other monk offered to light it for him.

After watching the little monk leave, Song Jianyu knelt on the futon and earnestly made a wish with the Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva. Please don't let me have those nightmares again. If I am guilty, please punish me after death!" After making the wish, Song Jianyu stuffed another 200 yuan into the merit box in front of the Bodhisattva.

After he went to college, his monthly living expenses were 1000 yuan, and he used up half of it in one breath.

The person who kowtowed three times in front of the Bodhisattva got up and looked not far away. The monk who had left with the incense stick just now hadn't returned yet.

"Should you light some incense for me?"

Those who came out of the main hall of the Guanyin Temple did not see the monk holding his stick of thick incense in the corner behind him, tilting his head and watching him leave the Guanyin Temple step by step.

When he got down the last step, the monk in the corner had already taken out the thick incense with a compassionate face, walked up to the Bodhisattva, clasped his hands and murmured.

"Amitabha, I hope the Bodhisattva blesses that benefactor's wish to come true. Now everyone is responsible for protecting the environment. This incense disciple will not light it."

After chanting, the monk returned to the incense seller at the door with the incense in his arms. After returning the unlit thick incense to the other party, he took another 100 yuan from the other party.

The two parties shared the 300 yuan that Song Jianyu bought the incense.

Those who walked out of the Guanyin Temple took out their mobile phones to check the direction of Shikumen. They had to take the bus to Dongmen Passenger Station, and then take the 311 bus to Shikumen Prison.

Song Jianyu got on the bus, chose a seat in the back row at random, and took out his phone to open the map.

In the dream last night, although he couldn't see the scenery and location outside, he still vaguely remembered the single-family house he dreamed of on the first day.

The person sitting in the back row lowered his head and held his mobile phone to search block by block according to the panoramic map.

"The Dongmen Passenger Terminal has arrived."

When the bus stopped at the passenger station, Song Jianyu hadn't found the single-family villa. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw that everyone in the bus had already started to get off the bus. He quickly put away his mobile phone and got off the bus.

After finding the No. 311 bus, Song Jianyu chose another seat in the back row, nestled in a corner, and checked the map.

After an unknown amount of time, someone got into the car and sat beside him. A black windbreaker swept across his arms. The person with his head down raised his head blankly and looked at the person coming.

"Sorry to bother you?" The visitor glanced at his mobile phone screen, lifted the corner of the long windbreaker, and sat on his right.

"No." Song Jianyu only glanced at the other party, and saw that this man had an iceberg-like face, and his voice was quite gentle.

He was busy looking at the map again. It took more than an hour to take a bus from Dongmen Bus Station to Shikumen Prison.

People who charged one-third of the battery before going out found that the phone reminded them that the battery was low after watching it for almost an hour.

Song Jianyu hastily turned off the phone, looked up and looked out the window, it didn't know when it was raining outside the window, and there were only five or six passers-by in the car.

"Damn it, I didn't bring an umbrella!"

Looking at the increasing rain outside, Song Jianyu opened his backpack and looked around, only to find two plastic bags stuffed in the corners.

The person holding the plastic bag in his hand silently glanced at the heavy rain outside the window, thinking that he would tie the plastic bag on his head if the rain did not stop.

Don't wet your head with anything!

When the 311 bus stopped at Shikumen Station, Song Jianyu, who was sitting in the back row, saw the passengers in front of him taking out umbrellas of various sizes from their bags one by one. He calmly got out of the car and walked towards the Shikumen Prison in the distance.

The car stopped at the entrance of the platform, and after the people in the car had almost left, Song Jianyu also stood up.

The young man who was sitting quietly beside him also stood up and looked back at him as he looked at the heavy rain outside the window, focusing on the plastic bag in his hand: "You didn't bring an umbrella either?"

Song Jianyu looked at the picture of the other party's empty hands, and was amused.

"Yes, may I lend you a plastic bag?"

At least he still has two plastic bags to cover his head, this one doesn't even have a plastic bag.

Qin Shiguan looked at the two transparent plastic bags that were only big enough to cover his head, and raised his eyebrows: "Block your head?"

"Isn't it great?"

A certain person waved two plastic bags in his hand, with a very smart face.

His extremely clever idea was completely rejected by the person, who directly put the windbreaker on his head and jumped off the bus stop.

Standing calmly on the bus platform where it can't get out of the rain, he looked at Song Jianyu who got off the bus afterwards: "Why don't you just stand here and wait for the rain to stop before leaving? It's probably a little more reliable than your plastic bags."

The person holding the plastic bag looked at the downpour outside the bus stop. The rain was as if Gonggong hit Buzhou Mountain. His plastic bag should not be able to stop such a thunderstorm attack.

The person who stuffed the bag back into the backpack watched the backs leave here with umbrellas. In the end, there were only two of them without umbrellas left in the entire bus station.

"To see your family?" A voice came from the side.

Song Jianyu looked at the person who came, then turned his head and glanced at the empty surroundings, and confirmed that the other person was talking to him, "Well, this is the purpose of coming here, isn't it, how about you?"

Ahead of this road is the prison. Do people come here for other reasons besides visiting the prison?

Qin Shiguan glanced at the rain outside, then turned to look at him: "I'm not here to see my family."

"Friend?" Song Jianyu asked casually.

"He is a very important person to me." He was so important that when he was at Dongmen Bus Station, he originally wanted to report to the Public Security Bureau, but after seeing the face in front of him, he changed direction and stepped on the bus , all the way here.

This face, turned into ashes, he also recognizes.