Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

The familiar images of corpses on TV brought the old man's memory back to 23 years ago, five months since they disguised the young man who appeared out of nowhere as a serial murderer.

On that day, there were only four days left before the Spring Festival, and in the newsstands on the bustling street of the family carnival, all the newspapers were publishing the report that the 863 serial killer was sentenced to life imprisonment.

From the newspaper he picked up by the side of the road, he was not very happy to see the young man wearing a flustered face in the photo.

Because the game he used to have fun will end because of this person.

They didn't even know how the other party discovered the Niutoushan Reservoir, let alone how the other party knew the existence of their father and son.

A Gou told him that he was drunk twice recently and was doing stupid things, probably because he told outsiders where the No.7 victim was hidden in a place A Gou didn't see.

But Wen Yan knew that he would never get drunk, he couldn't figure it out after much deliberation, and even hung A Gou from the beam of the house, whipped him all night to make him tell the truth.

Is it because he doesn't want to live with him anymore!That's why they contacted outsiders to reveal the secrets of their father and son.

A Gou was stripped of his clothes and hung on the beam of the house. His whole body was whipped like a skinned wild dog. He still insisted that he was drunk.

The first time he was drunk and had to take him away without cleaning up the scene. The second time he was drunk and hung on the height of the factory, but asked himself to save him and tricked the hostages.

Wen Yan couldn't figure it out no matter what, his memory was like a tape, the key part in the middle was scratched off.

So when they moved to the Niutoushan Reservoir for the third time, he set up a trap, trying to catch the person who caused his memory to be blank every time.

Agou asked him what to do if he was drunk and couldn't remember people.

Wen Yan stood at the door of the small wooden house in the middle of the reservoir, smoking a cigarette and said: "It must not be me, if you find that I am drunk and can't remember things, you will kill me, and the person hiding behind the scenes will definitely appear , you kill him again to avenge me."

A few days later, Ah Gou returned to the cabin with the bucket and saw the man who woke up on the small bed.

He poured the fish in the bucket into the fish tank, turned around and heard the man tell him that he wanted to end this life, and they were going to turn themselves in.

Agou lowered his head and looked at his bleeding toe, which was when he hit a stone while catching fish in the water.

Agou thought to himself, "He got drunk again and forgot the promise. Fortunately, I didn't forget the promise to kill him."

When the man went out behind his back and surrendered to the police, he watched the man get closer and closer to the trap he dug.

In the end, the moment the man fell, he jumped out from the opponent's back.

A few seconds later, he lay down at the mouth of the pit and looked down at the unconscious man inside, then turned and walked to the grass not far away, where there was a bucket he had prepared in advance.

The boy carrying a bucket full of river water returned to the pit, cut the bucket at an angle, and poured cold water on the man at the bottom to wake him up.

After Wen Yan woke up, he took Agou and hid in the tall grass in the distance, waiting patiently.

When a motorcycle appeared, Wen Yan looked at the figure and repeatedly confirmed that he did not know him.

"I don't know him either." Agou also didn't know the man on the motorcycle.

Wen Yan saw the other party's motorcycle going back and forth quickly. Not only was the young man sitting on the motorcycle, but victim No. 7 was also sitting on it.

The father and son did not know where the news leaked, but this kid knew their secret.

Originally, he wanted to ambush and kill him, but Wen Yan suddenly changed his mind before he wanted to kill him.

The crimes they have committed in the past month are too serious. Once they are caught by the police, they will definitely be sentenced to death.

There is a ready-made scapegoat right now.

Finally, after the father and son arranged the scene and left, Agou called the police in a roadside phone booth.

After that, the father and son pretended to be beggars all the way, staying away from the place where they used to live, and hiding for a week. After they saw the news in the newspaper that the 863 murderer was arrested and brought to justice.

They have been paying attention to the case, seeing that the young man can't speak clearly, and some journalists even spread the criminal's insistence that he is not the murderer, saying that he knows the real murderer is a pair of father and son.

But no one will believe this justification.

The seven family members of the victims at the gate of the Public Security Bureau did nothing every day, just stood at the gate and waited for the police to solve the case as soon as possible. Hundreds of enthusiastic passers-by also sat quietly at the gate every day.

The appalling case was quickly referred to the District Attorney's Office.

On the day of the sentencing, many people in Jinjiang City heard the sound of firecrackers being set off everywhere.

That night, the father and son lived in a house where the owner was killed and dismembered and put his body in the refrigerator. The father and son checked the spot two months in advance to confirm that the head of the household lived alone, and no relatives or descendants came to check the situation.

The son pretended to be separated from his family, knocked on the door, and killed the old man when he opened the door.

The corpses were divided into pieces and stored in the storage compartment of the refrigerator, which was their temporary residence.

Wen Yan sat on the sofa and watched TV, talking about the exploration of the 863 case everywhere, solving the mystery of what kind of environment the murderer grew up to become such a serial murderer.

In the kitchen, a 14-year-old child with a rice cooker walked out mercilessly and threw the thing on the coffee table with a bang.

Father and son began to eat dinner.

Wen Yan drank a lot of wine, and fell asleep on the sofa in the middle of the night.

When he realized the danger, he suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep and saw an acquaintance standing in front of him holding an axe.

The man who used to be as obedient as a ghost stood in front of the sofa and waited patiently until he woke up before doing anything. The moment he opened his eyes, he hit the knee of his left leg hanging on the edge of the sofa with an axe.

"Is it painful?" The 14-year-old boy pulled out the ax stuck in the bone: "Pain is right, because it will be like this for the rest of your life."

Someone put medicine in the dinner, which is the special medicine they usually use to kill others.

Now this kid is using it on him, making him unable to resist.

Wen Yan struggled to get down from the sofa, dragged the chopped leg, grabbed the boy in front of him, and looked into those eyes full of hatred.

He has seen the same hatred in the eyes of countless people who died in his hands. The only difference is that there is no fear or despair in these eyes, only hatred.

"Who are you!"

Wen Yan instantly thought of those two memories that he inexplicably lost half a year ago.

The young man with the blood-dripping ax heard that he slowly raised the corner of his mouth and raised the ax to cut down the second axe. Looking at the man who kept wailing and cursing at his feet, he took out the fruit knife he found in the kitchen, squeezed his chin and pulled it out. His tongue: "Look at this face, the person who killed you looks like this."

"Zheng!" A cold light flashed, and the blade that had been sharpened repeatedly in the afternoon cut off the tongue directly.

The person in front of him didn't give up his plan because of the broken tongue. He dragged the middle-aged man on the sofa who had fainted from pain to the ground with an axe.

Cutting off the opponent's hands and feet without saying a word, the warm living room is now full of a strong smell of blood.

After finishing everything, the young man panted heavily and looked at the people on the ground. He dropped the ax and got up to find the location of the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking carefully at the blood-stained face in the mirror.

Little by little, he washed off the blood on his face, body, and palms.

After finishing all this, he returned to the living room, sat on a clean sofa not far away, and silently stared at the man not far away.

Wen Yanming didn't die that night, but he was completely disabled, his hands and feet were all broken and his tongue was cut off, he even lost the ability to bite his tongue to kill himself.

For the rest of his life, Agou was taking care of him.

The news on TV was still reporting the cruel methods of the murderer. When Yi Renxin put back the second hand that had been wiped clean, he caught a glimpse of the old man on the hospital bed whose eyes were about to protrude, and patted his face happily. Cheek: "Don't worry, no matter where he hides, I will find it."

Song Jianyu fell asleep after reading the report, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was being pinned to a chair, wearing a corset that only mental patients would wear, with his hands crossed around his body and fixed in place. Behind him, the moment he lowered his head, he saw countless lines hanging from his head.

"Huh?" The person on the chair stopped moving, and began to look at the four weeks ahead again.

A very small space, like a round pillar, just big enough for his chair and this person to stay in it.

The only light source was the light bulb above his head. Song Jianyu sat on the chair and twisted his body into a twist, the gap between front, back, left, and right was less than one foot.

It was like a mouse being stuffed into an upright drum.

Song Jianyu sat upright after only two glances. He raised his head and looked up. The light bulb was at least one meter away from him.

This cement jar-like thing is at least two meters high, and I don't know how the man put himself in it.

He was thinking here and there, and the people who had just arrived outside parked their cars at the door of the house, turned on the mobile phone monitor and looked at the picture above.

Seeing that the person who woke up was the one he wanted to see, he happily opened the door, walked through the living room full of refrigerators, and entered the basement through the small balcony side door in the kitchen.

Song Jianyu, who was locked in the cement tank, heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor. After listening for a while, he was sure that the footsteps were coming in his direction.

The other party came all the way, the sound of leather soles trampling on wooden planks.

"Da, da, da, da." The voice finally stopped outside the cement tank.

The immobile woman on the inner chair turned her head and looked in the direction where the voice disappeared.

A distant machine sounded, and Song Jianyu lowered his head.

The huge cement pot under the feet is slowly rising, the pot is all the way up, and finally there are other colors besides gray in the sight.

He first saw a pair of black leather shoes parked outside the jar. The shiny uppers showed that the other party had a prosperous life.

Then came trousers in suit material, with the hem covering exactly an inch above the upper.

The gray cement tank went up all the way, and Song Jianyu followed and saw the hands wrapped in white rubber gloves, hanging naturally on both sides of the body.

When the jar rose to a height of 1.5 meters, the person on the chair had already seen the person wearing a mask standing outside.

Yi Renxin looked at the old wooden chair, and with his calm eyes, he knew that the person he was waiting for had reappeared.

"I will show you a piece of good news, and you will be very happy."

The turned-on mobile phone video was sent to the chair, and Song Jianyu looked down at the video content on it.

The picture is that Wang Chengle was photographed before his death. In the bright living room, Wang Chengle was lying in a pool of blood covered in blood, staring at the man photographed above with his eyes open.

"Please... please let me go... woooooooo, please let me go..."

The man covered in blood on the ground wailed, but the man holding the camera to shoot was a complete devil.

He put the mobile phone on top of the TV not far away and stood against the wall, then threw the knife in his hand at Wang Chengle.

"As long as you survive from stabbing yourself three times, I will let you go."

In the camera, Wang Chengle raised his head to look at the tall man standing above him, sobbing, picked up the knife on the ground and closed his eyes to stab his body.

After the three swords were over, the people on the ground fell into a pool of blood and looked at the man not far away, "I...I did it..."

"Well, you are brave, let's go."

Yi Renxin stood in the living room, watching with a smile on Wang Chengle's crawling forward on the ground, blood trailing from the wound on his body all the way to the gate.

When the door opened, Wang Chengle held the doorknob and was about to call for help. When the police downstairs caught the attention, a hand gently stretched out from behind to cover his lips and whispered, "You really worked hard." , but today I just help someone to kill you."

The bloody palm loosened little by little from the doorknob, the neck of the person in the camera was mercilessly twisted by the person behind him, and the door to hope was closed again.

What happened next was exactly the same as what was reported on the Internet. A neighbor saw a bloody doorknob when he left the house at dawn, as well as blood and corpses all over the floor.

Sitting on a chair, the person wearing a corset and unable to move all over his body silently watched the entire video.

When the video was automatically paused because it finished playing, Song Jianyu couldn't help asking the question in his heart, "Why did you kill him? He should have no hatred or hatred with you."

Yi Renxin looked at his slightly angry expression curiously: "Are you unhappy? You always wanted to kill this scumbag, and now I'm helping you."

The long-haired woman sitting on the chair didn't look happy at all. On the contrary, he frowned and looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him: "You make me feel like a dog."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued: "Wagling your tail and begging others to notice your existence, you must have no friends. After all, you don't even dare to let anyone see your perverted side. You can only hide it day after day." In the dark corners, all kinds of vicious thoughts are wantonly breeding there, and maybe you are still fantasizing in your heart that one day there will be a person in this world who can understand you and see the real you."

Song Jianyu lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the other party: "You are not helping me kill Wang Chengle, but you want to kill him yourself, and you can't wait to show the real you in front of someone, don't you see that? Is it the behavior of a dog?"

During the time when he was not dreaming, Song Jianyu read a lot of psychology books.

To deal with this kind of abnormality, one must understand the psychological problems of the other party in order to find the loopholes and find a way out.

Yi Renxin was about to burst into tears after hearing this. The tall man covered his aching belly and laughed for 5 minutes before stopping. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, squatted down and looked up at the man sitting on the chair. Woman, "So, do you need me to be your dog? People you want to kill, people you hate, people you hate, people you are dissatisfied with, I can clean them up for you one by one."

Song Jianyu: "What is the price?"

Yi Renxin: "Never disappear, stay by my side, everything I have can be shared with you."

The woman on the chair didn't answer directly, but looked up at this unknown basement, wondering whether I was dreaming or you were dreaming.

You have the face to think about such a good thing.

On the mouth, he said calmly, "I need time to think about it, at least let me see your sincerity first." Let's delay Yu Shuhui's life first.

"Okay, what kind of sincerity do you want?"

Song Jianyu turned his eyes around the masked face and said, "I want to see where you live."

As far as this bastard is vigilant, it is definitely not enough to look at his face, why not look at the location of this guy's hiding address.

The tall man who was squatting on the ground stood up and pushed the chair to take him away from here.

The wheels of the wheelchair rolled on the wooden floor, and Song Jianyu was pushed forward, passing through the layers of sculptures of different sizes and shapes.

Every sculpture seems to be alive, and everyone's face is lifelike, and they are watching the two passing through the middle aisle with their eyes open.

Song Jianyu looked at every sculpture that came into view.

I found no obvious rules. There are men, women, old and young. It really looks like a sculpture lover's studio.

And I am also a lover of figure sculpture.

Wheelchairs enter the elevator through a sculptural corridor.

Song Jianyu saw that his position was minus 1, and there were still a first floor and a second floor above.

Single building with two upper floors and one lower floor.

People who remember this, wait quietly and obediently for the elevator to go up.

After the elevator stopped on the first floor and the elevator door opened, the first thing Song Jianyu saw were refrigerators of various brands and sizes.

Silver, white, black, yellow.

Countless power strips hung everywhere, like a spider web linking to the back of the refrigerator.

"Why do you buy so many refrigerators?"

"There are too many things at home, and I like refrigerators very much." Yi Renxin pushed him to stop at the door of a bright yellow refrigerator with a height of 1.8 meters.

"They are tall, cold and quiet, don't you think they are trustworthy?"

Song Jianyu didn't think there was anything trustworthy about a refrigerator, and people wouldn't resonate with Shabi.

Yi Renxin was like a person who got a new toy and wanted to show it to his friends eagerly. He opened the door of the refrigerator to show the people on the chair what was stored inside.

There are countless eyeballs in large and small glass jars.

"Ah! I wanted to show you your kidneys, but I misremembered the location." Yi Renxin closed the refrigerator door again in a careless gesture.

Song Jianyu vomited, and he tilted his head without hiding his disgust at all: "Ouch..."

This body didn't know how long it had been since it had eaten, and what it spit out could only be acidic water.

When he vomited cleanly, an open bottle of mineral water was handed over to his mouth, Song Jianyu rinsed his mouth, then looked up at the refrigerators of different sizes in the living room, his scalp felt numb, and his back felt cold.

"How many people did you kill?"

"I haven't counted."

……

When Song Jianyu opened his eyes from the second bedroom, he saw Father Song sitting on the bedside and reading his middle school textbooks.

After hearing the movement on the bed, he looked up at his son who was already sitting up.

"You slept all afternoon and night and didn't wake up. Your mother was worried about you, so I came here to watch over you."

The young man who sat up rubbed his aching head: "I saw him again, and he still has Yu Shuhui's life."

"Get up and eat something first."

Song Zongming went out to the kitchen and brought him a bowl of pork liver soup.

The people who had just washed their faces changed their expressions on the spot when they saw the pork livers that had been sliced ​​into thin slices. They covered their mouths and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

"Dad, take that soup away, I won't eat it!"

Song Jianyu's voice came from the bathroom.

In the living room, Song Zongming looked at the pork liver soup on the table, and brought the soup back to the kitchen with a puzzled expression.

When someone came out again, there was only a cup of freshly brewed oat milk porridge left on the table.

"What about this, can this be eaten?"

"It can be eaten." Song Jianyu looked at the oatmeal, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then began to talk about tonight's dream.

Song Zongming quietly listened to him finish the whole process.

"He was alert and perverted. I could only see the inside of that room. It was difficult to find the address without knowing the exterior."

If you can't find it, it means that the other party may continue to kill.Although he is now using Shuhui to restrain the other party, Song Jianyu himself doesn't know how long he can fool this lunatic.

"Let's leave this matter to Dad."

Song Zongming patted him on the shoulder and told him to leave this matter to himself.

Early the next morning, Song Zongming went out to the barber shop to have his hair dyed first. After dyeing his gray hair black, he went to the mall to buy some new clothes.

He found a middleman who had been in the real estate sales industry for many years and asked the other party to help introduce several houses.

The requirements are single-family, regardless of size, region, and price.

The requirement is to be in Jinjiang City, with two floors above, preferably with a basement. He wants to build an underground library at home.

The middleman took out the real estate information he had collected and drove him around the city to look at houses.

When Qin Shi closed the door, Song Jianyu was alone at home.

The person who heard the doorbell was looking up books on criminal psychology on the Internet. When he heard the doorbell, he thought it was Song's father who forgot to bring the key when he went out.

After coming out and opening the door, he saw Qin Shiguan standing at the door and an unknown criminal policeman.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Jianyu stood at the door and looked at the two of them and asked.

"We came to find Song Zongming, because you have moved and are not in the original location, and he has no phone number to contact."

Qin Shiguan explained his reason for coming, "You must have heard about Wang Chengle's case this morning. We found half a fingerprint on Wang Chengle's body that was the No. 863 victim of the 3 case."

Song Zongming didn't go out with his mobile phone, but he would go home on time at noon every day to cook for Song Jianyu.

To prevent the son from waking up from dreaming for too long and having nothing to eat.

When he bid farewell to the real estate agent and returned home with the newly bought vegetables, the criminal police who had been sitting in the living room and had been waiting for more than two hours stood up.