Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"Scar, go and inquire about them. Where did Zhou Qiang escape?" Song Jianyu pushed Scar with his elbow, and asked him to go to the opposite side to inquire about news from Zhou Qiang's men.

"Boss, wait!"

Dao Scar got up and walked to those younger brothers who had been peeking here, and the two brothers seemed to hook up with two of them who were considered to be able-bodied men beside Zhou Qiang: "Brothers don't smoke."

Two sticks of Hongta Shan were stuffed into the left and right mouths, and Dao Scar himself picked up a cigarette, inquiring vaguely about the news.

"Where is your brother Zhou, he won't leave you alone by taking the benefits alone."

The two boys immediately gave him a blank stare: "How is it possible, Brother Zhou has never been such a person."

On the right hand, Ma Zai, who was dyed with a non-mainstream green hairstyle, sneaked a glance at the fat pig opposite, and explained in a low voice: "Brother Zhou probably has his eye on the killer, and he has no time to come back to find us."

Dao Scar rolled his eyeballs, his face full of disbelief: "Why are you so sure, my boss didn't catch anyone, so why would Zhou Qiang catch him?"

"That's not fat brother, he can't run physically. My brother Zhou won the No.500 1m in the school sports meeting in elementary school."

Ma Zai was very proud, and said this sentence very loudly.

The detention room is as big as a palm, and the voice can be heard clearly if the voice is a little louder.

For example, now Song Jianyu heard that the other party's younger brother disliked his body for being too fat to run.

Song Jianyu sat in the corner with a cold face and looked down at the fat on his clothes that had been folded in three. If the fat hadn't gotten stuck in the window, he would have chased him out the back window to find the killer.

A group of people were locked in a temporary detention room and were not released until the next day.

"Boss, the car has been brought over." Dao Scar, as the second in command who is about to take over, ran to stand in front of Song Jianyu after making the phone call, "Zhou Qiang must have found someone, boss, let's What to do next."

Song Jianyu was wearing a black suit on his shoulders, standing at the gate of the police station, squinting his eyes and said calmly: "From today on, all the brothers on the road will turn the world upside down for me to find out Zhou Qiang's whereabouts and find clues." People will be rewarded with 10 yuan in cash."

After finishing speaking, the overly pretentious Fat Brother looked down at his younger brother, and said in a somewhat unconfident tone: "How much savings do I have?" It would be embarrassing if I didn't have 10 yuan.

Scar frowned, looked up at the white clouds drifting past in the sky, and calculated, "We have a lot of sites where we collect protection fees, but we also have a lot of brothers to take care of. We can make a profit of about 60 to [-] in a month, boss." I don’t know how much your personal deposit is, but a few million should be fine.”

Otherwise, I would not think about retiring, and I would also think about washing my hands and going to Sanya to buy a house for the elderly.

After learning that Brother Fei is still a local tyrant, Song Jianyu flicked the ash on his shoulders, and gave orders calmly: "Tell me again, brothers, who has been killing dogs in Jinjiang City recently, who will give me the answer?" If I find him, I will reward 50, and if I find a clue, I will reward [-]."

Scar nodded again and again, and after he finished these two items, he continued to ask: "Boss, is there anything else to do? Let's do it all in one go before you retire!"

Song Jianyu lowered his eyes, looked at Dao Scar's clever face, and opened his mouth in his heart: "Dao Scar, how has my fat brother treated you all these years?"

"Back then, it was the boss, you saw that I was a poor beggar, and saved my life. My scar's life belongs to you, Brother Fat. It's good that you are my reborn parents."

"Then have you ever killed someone?"

Behind the two of them, several large-character signboards of the West District Police Station were printed there, and two criminals involved in the gangsters stood at the door of their house to discuss this kind of issue.

Scar shook his head like a rattle, looked suspiciously at Song Jianyu and kept looking up and down: "Boss, who do you want to kill, I will do it for you."

A fat hand rubbed his head: "I don't need you to help me kill, but I really need your help when the time comes."

"You said, as long as you can use my scar's life, just tell me!"

Song Jianyu got Dao Scar's ID card. He looked at the old ID card that was printed out on paper and pasted with a layer of transparent plastic. He remembered the guy's name and ID number, and bowed his head to give him some instructions.

After doing all this, Song Jianyu drove Fat Brother's Santana to the east gate of Yunda University of Science and Technology by himself.

The person who sat in the car without closing his eyes for 48 hours quietly looked in the direction of the school gate and waited patiently.

Three hours later, a familiar figure came out from the east gate.

Parked in Santana on the side of the road for three hours, Song Jianyu looked across the road at the young man who looked exactly like himself in the future, walking out with a book in his arms.

After a while, a girl with ponytails ran over, and the two stood opposite each other, talking and laughing, and after a while, they walked side by side.

Song Jianyu followed them in the car, watched them enter the Xinhua Bookstore, and then drove back to the bar where his fat brother was.

The person who left the car at the door entered the bar amidst the greetings, and entered the large private room at the back.

After the door closed, Song Jianyu fell on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Hei Mou opened again, and a distance of three feet above his eyes, an ice face stared at him silently.

Song Jianyu sat up, hugged the blanket tightly around his body, and looked suspiciously at the person in front of him: "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking of calling 120 to call an ambulance, but I just ignored it."

Qin Shiguan took a few steps back, leaned against the conference table behind him, and said to the human being who had just woken up, "It's been 23 hours since you came in from the gate of the Public Security Bureau this time, and only half of it was before entering the conference room. Hours are in an awake state... I suggest you go to the hospital for another checkup." To prevent accidental sudden death.

Although he knew that the other party had a physical problem, he could fall asleep at any time and couldn't wake up.

Holding the teacup in his hand, Qin Shiguan thought about Song Jianyu's illness. If he slept in a place where no one was there for more than three days and didn't wake up, would he starve to death in his sleep?

During the 23 hours of his deep sleep, Ye Cheng took the magic weapon for getting up from the previous time three times, but almost stuffed it into Song Jianyu's nostrils, and failed to wake him up.

Their captain has already begun to express his opinion. The next time Song Zongming is invited to cooperate with the investigation, it is best not to bring Song Jianyu with him.

prevent any accident.

"So do you provide food? I'm so hungry."

It's really hungry, the kind with the chest sticking to the back.

Qin Shiguan put down his teacup, went out and brought him three fast meals and a thermos.

When he returned to the meeting room with his hands full, he saw the man standing in front of the whiteboard used for meetings.

The other party looked at the not-so-clean place above, and asked directly without raising his head after the sound of the door opening: "In the third Fengzhuang case, when did the victim die?"

"Who told you he died?"

Song Jianyu looked up at him with a calm expression: "So the No.3 victim is not dead, right?"

A mobile phone flew over from the other party. Song Jianyu caught his mobile phone and searched the Internet for the 23 case 863 years ago.

Of the seven victims, one survived.

The victim in the third case had his throat cut by the murderer at [-]:[-] a.m. in Fengzhuang, but the police from the West District happened to be performing official duties in the community that day, so they found the scene immediately and sent the victim to the hospital, and rescued him in time. back.

On the Internet, you can see the photos taken by the reporter in the hospital ward. This child really came back to life.

Song Jianyu searched the other party's follow-up situation again.

He was seriously injured in childhood, and his throat was cut by the murderer at the same time. Although the hospital experts tried their best to save his life, when the other party was discharged from the hospital, one of his legs was still severely broken due to a hamstring.

Now he walks with an obvious slope, and at the same time, he has become acquired dumb due to severe damage to his vocal cords.

Song Jianyu was about to say something after reading the report, when he turned around and saw that Qin Shiguan had already sat down and was eating one of the fast food, with a notebook in his hand.

The person who pulled the chair back, sat down and dragged over a fast food. While opening it, he looked at the notebook in the other's hand: "If I'm not sleepy, this notebook seems to belong to my dad."

The person diagonally opposite turned the book to the first page, and after revealing the three words on it, he held it up and shook it in front of his eyes.

On the title page are clearly written three large characters [Song Zongming]...

"Where's my father?" Song Jianyu didn't see Song's father in the conference room.

"Sleep in the lounge." Qin Shiguan opened the notebook and continued to read the contents.

"Why did your treatment suddenly get better?" Song Jianyu picked out the scallions from the dish, and couldn't believe that the criminal police brigade would give his father a restroom to sleep in.

Isn't this kind of bench treatment in a cold conference room standard treatment?

"The captain decided to re-investigate the case of that year. There are still many doubtful points in the 863 case, which were limited by technology and manpower. After analyzing and investigating all the files, we believe that Song Zongming has nothing to do with the previous six cases."

Qin Shiguan let go of the notebook in his hand, and pushed the thing in front of Song Jianyu with his wrist, "But... the contents of this notebook cannot be explained from a scientific point of view, nor can your father be completely divorced from the case. , after all, no one in this world would believe that someone can become the real murderer in a dream."

Song Jianyu swallowed the rice in his mouth, opened the notebook and flipped through it.

See some more labels on it.

He pointed to one of the names circled by a red ballpoint pen, and with a flash of inspiration in his mind, he raised his head and looked at the criminal police who was eating diagonally across from him: "Qin Shiguan and Qin Lan? Both of you are surnamed Qin..."

Qin Shiguan knew what he wanted to say without looking up. "Qin Lan is my sister. She was kidnapped on the way to pick me up from school that day."

Hearing this, the young man on the opposite side unconsciously rolled the edge of the notebook with his fingers. He thought for a while before opening his mouth again: "If... I said, if I can prove the contents of this notebook, what will happen?"

The criminal policeman who had been eating raised his head and looked at the face opposite him. He didn't see any joking elements on the face of the other party, and couldn't help but twitched his lips: "How do you prove that you are going to say that you, like Song Zongming, have special ability?"

Song Jianyu shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Anyway, we don't have much to do right now, so let's guess in a good direction. If I can really prove this point, what do you want to do most?"

The man in uniform put down the chopsticks in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and stared at Song Jianyu.

Song Jianyu had almost finished his fast food before he heard the other party's answer.

"Catch the real culprit and pay with blood."