Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu nodded understandingly. To be able to visit the other party in this weather must be a very important friend of the other party.

He looked towards the direction of Shikumen Prison in the rain and fog in the distance, with the same troubled expression on his face: "I just came to see my dad, but I haven't thought about what to say when I see him."

He never thought in his life that he would see this man again in his lifetime.

It was even unexpected that they met in this way.

When I was on the road just now, I was busy looking up the map and didn't have time to think about it.

But now there are only a few hundred meters away from the prison, and Song Jianyu suddenly didn't know how to face that man.

"It's the same as usual, and it's the same how you saw him before."

Qin Shiguan originally thought that the other party would agree with him after he finished speaking.

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the other party spread his hands and looked at him innocently: "You may not believe it, today is the first time I met him in this life, before yesterday I didn't even know that there was such a person in this world .” He always thought that the other party was dead.

That face was very vivid in Qin Shiguan's eyes, and the man who returned to Jinjiang City for the first time in many years said calmly: "Uh, it's a bit difficult, but if you don't If you mind, you can tell me, and I can help you think of an opening sentence?"

This person had never seen Song Zongming before. Qin Shiguan looked at the exact same face as Song Zongming, and vaguely remembered that when Song Zongming was arrested, he only had a girlfriend and was not married?

The young man standing on the bus platform looked up at the stranger who was half a head taller than him.

He was thinking in his heart that when they met for the first time, they would not even know each other's name, home address, life and work details, and that they would not come to Shikumen Prison often.

This should be the first time they meet, and it will also be the last time they meet by chance. It probably doesn't matter if they complain about each other?

Thinking of this, Song Jianyu sorted out the cause and process of the past few days.

"Just a few days ago, I unexpectedly learned that my dad is still alive in this world, and that he is a murderer who commits many crimes. Even my mother can't conclude that he was wronged, and others even scolded him. I don't know what kind of person I will see when I go in, and I don't know how to explain my purpose of visiting him, I just want to hear him tell me with my own ears whether he was wished for or really guilty."

The tall man's voice pierced through the rain with a deep and powerful voice: "What about you? Hope he is a good person who has been wronged, or a wicked person?"

"Of course I hope he's a good person. At least this will keep my mother from waiting in vain for so many years." Song Jianyu, who was standing on the bus platform, said distressedly, "But..." Last night he searched on the Internet about the relevant cases. .

The outrageous level of cruelty did make Song Jianyu somewhat at a loss how to describe his current mood.

In the heavy rain, the bus station is like an isolated island isolated by people.

In the center of the isolated island, Song Jianyu looked at the rain curtain in front of him, and at the invisible Shikumen Prison in the distance. In fact, he was more afraid that the other party was a bad person.

With the same ability, will I be unable to control some ambitions or ideas that I don't have yet, and become a bad person one day in the future?

He has possessed other people three times, and no one understands the things brought about by this ability better than him.

Once the father and son use this ability to harm others, they are really a demon living in the world. As long as they don't tell others, no one in this world will know how many evil things they have done in their dreams.

Anyway, they are using other people's bodies and identities, and no one will connect them with their real selves when they do evil things.

Qin Shiguan stood one meter away, also looking at the prison gate in the distance, and said calmly: "Maybe you can tell him that he is your father after all, maybe he doesn't know your existence yet. A parent loves his child, he may deceive everyone, but he may not deceive you."

"I hope so." The young man who has not yet graduated from school looked down at the splashing water on the ground: "I hope he was really wronged."

The rain outside became lighter, and the people beside him also turned around, looking at the face that was exactly the same as Song Zongming 23 years ago, and said in a cold tone, "But the evidence of the crime he committed back then is definitely obtained by the police. You hoped that he was wronged, just questioning the police and just finding a passer-by to catch him as a scapegoat."

"Of course not!" Song Jianyu raised his head and looked suspiciously at the excited passer-by A: "I just think there are many doubts about the matter, and I also searched the case on the Internet, except for the last victim. In addition to the solid evidence on his body, there were six previous cases where no murder weapon or any evidence was found, and he was only convicted because of the last case." Isn't this strange?If he also committed the previous six cases, why couldn't the police find any clues?

Qin Shiguan hooked his lips and sneered: "If the person standing in front of you now is a family member of the victim, just based on what you just said, you will be beaten to death at the scene."

Song Jianyu touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, then I won't say anything."

"The rain has stopped."

While they were talking, the next bus also came here, breaking the weird atmosphere here.

Hearing the sound, Song Jianyu raised his head and looked at the gradually shrinking raindrops in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the bus platform was full of passers-by getting off the bus. Song Jianyu subconsciously looked for the figure in the black windbreaker just now.

But he found that the other party had already stepped out and walked in the direction of Shikumen Prison.

Song Jianyu was blocked by passers-by and passengers, and the back of that person could no longer be seen after the traffic ahead of him.

"What a freak."

How about helping him think of an opening sentence?

The man with empty hands walked into Shikumen prison while muttering.

After submitting his ID card and application for a prison visit, Song Jianyu walked into the prison visit hall nervously with his schoolbag in his arms.

Less than 5 minutes after he sat down, a middle-aged man with gray hair and handcuffs and anklets appeared on the other side of the transparent glass wall.

"Stab!"

The young man sitting on the chair with his schoolbag in his arms stood up in disbelief. The chair made a screeching sound on the floor, but Song Jianyu didn't care about it at all. I dare to believe that this person is Song Zongming.

He has read information on the Internet that Song Zongming is only one year older than his mother, and he is only 45 years old this year.

But the man in front of him, whose hair was almost completely white, was so old and haggard that he looked almost 60 years old.

Song Zongming, who has been in prison for 23 years, learned from the prison guards that someone came to visit him, and he kept thinking who would come to visit him?

For 23 years, Song Zongming has long since lost any yearning and expectations for the outside world.

Through the glass window, Song Zongming looked at the face that was exactly the same as when he was young, and was so shocked that when the prison guard called him to sit down, he didn't recover.

Before Song Jianyu came in, he had preset many questions in his heart, and wanted to question this man one by one.

But after seeing this face, all those questions came to nothing.

On the other side of the glass window, Song Zongming also looked at that face, and memories from many years ago came back one after another.

If he wanted to say sorry, the person he was most sorry for in his life was Shi Hongmei.

"Did Hongmei ask you to come?" After a long time, Song Zongming spoke first.

Song Jianyu hugged the backpack in his arms, nodded and shook his head, "I took the initiative to come to see you, and my mother gave me the address."

After taking a deep breath, he raised his head and looked at the person opposite seriously, "I had a strange dream a few days ago, and my mother told me that you were the same back then, right?"

It was the first time in 23 years that someone came to visit him, which was enough to shock Song Zongming.

It turned out that this person turned out to be his own son, and what did he hear?

The old man, whose hands and feet were fixed, shook his gray hair to hit the glass window, his face full of disbelief: "How could you! How could you do this!"

"Song Zongming! Sit down!"

The prison guard who was watching not far away snapped.

Song Jianyu clenched his palms and tried to keep calm: "I came here to ask you one thing. Did you take advantage of others to hurt others back then? Did you kill that person?"

They have the same ability, no one in this world knows the truth better than Song Jianyu.

After 23 years, Song Zongming did not expect that someone would ask him this question. His memory has never forgotten the scene of that year.

"I didn't! I really didn't kill anyone!"

"Then why did you appear at the crime scene, and how do you explain the DNA in the autopsy report?"

Mentioning this topic that was asked countless times by the criminal police 23 years ago, the man inside the glass window looked blank, slumped on the chair with his back arched and shook his head slowly: "I really don't know."

He himself didn't know where to start explaining this matter.

The beginning of his dream was that he woke up from another person in the dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw the broken and incomplete corpse on the ground. Start to look at him.

Those eyes, the first time Song Zongming saw a person's eyes could be completely lifeless, like a machine without a soul, he couldn't care less about why he was in this place, he only had time to drag the boy out of the corner Get out and run outside.

As a result, he had just walked a few steps when he was pulled back.

He looked down at the boy in his hand, who was holding a bloody ax in the other hand, looked at the corpse lying behind them expressionlessly, and opened his mouth: "Don't you clean it up? ?”

Song Zongming was startled by the voice without emotional ups and downs, and just woke up.

Within two days, newspapers in Jinjiang City published the murderer who killed three innocent people in a row in August and killed the fourth person.

Song Zongming was shocked again when he saw the photo of No.4 victim in the newspaper.

Because this corpse was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream, although he only had time to take a look at it in his dream before taking the child away.

But the clothes and other items that this person was wearing, he still remembered it clearly after only two days.

That night, he had another dream, this time the dream almost cost Song Zongming half his life, because in the dream he was hung in mid-air, besides him, there were two other people around him who were hanged with.

One of them was the boy I saw in the last dream. The boy's feet were tied with ropes and fixed in an iron ring above an abandoned factory. He closed his eyes and didn't know if he was still breathing.

Song Zongming himself was facing upwards, his hands were tied and hung in mid-air, and there was a woman with long hair covering her face on her right.

It was pitch black all around, and you could vaguely see rows of street lamps shining outside the windows in the distance. Song Zongming, who was hanging in mid-air, was at least three meters above the ground at that time. He tried to call for help, but there was no response after more than a dozen calls. people respond.

But the woman on his right suddenly woke up and found herself hanging in mid-air struggling and screaming on the spot.

The noisy movement caused the boy who was hanging upside down to open his eyes. He straightly sat up and stretched his arms to hook the rope on his feet. Those black eyes under the faint light of the street lamp tilted his head and spoke quietly without blinking. Watching Song Zongming and the woman.

"Stop screaming, let's find a way to go down first." Song Zongming glanced at the boy, guessing that the boy was at most twelve or thirteen years old, and then thought about the news published in the newspaper.

While I was scared in my heart, I also advised the women around me to stop screaming.

After the other party stopped screaming, he suppressed his fear and began to look around with Song Zongming, trying to find a way to get himself out of here first.

The three people were hung at different heights. The young man was only about two meters high from the ground, followed by Song Zongming who was three or four meters high, and finally the woman who calmed down and sobbed softly. It is still a few meters higher, and if you don't pay attention to it, it will be smashed into pieces.