Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu put down the skirt after only one glance, and looked at the bedroom in front of him calmly.

The 1.8-meter double wooden bed, the pure black four-piece suit makes the whole room look cold and alienated, Song Jianyu's waist is tied with a wrist-thick iron chain, and the other end of the iron chain is tied to the bedside post , On the wall directly opposite is a [-]-square-meter flat-screen TV.

Song Jianyu just glanced at it and thought the crying person in it looked familiar, but now he looked carefully and found that the crying person in the TV was Yu Shuhui herself.

On the right hand side are rows of pure white wardrobes reaching to the ceiling. The room looks clean.

Song Jianyu tried to move forward to see if there was any combination box or safe in the closet. The iron chain on his waist collapsed and strangled his waist.

There was less than ten centimeters away from the wardrobe door, and the man sitting on the ground dragging a broken leg was struggling, his face flushed and he stretched his arms to hook the wardrobe door, "Just a little! Just a little more."

The stretched arm was a little closer to the edge of the closet, and the upper body of the man sitting slumped on the ground was completely tilted, with hot sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on the closet door in front of his fingertips.

"Snapped!"

A finger that was stretched until the veins burst out pressed the edge of the closet, and forcibly pulled the closed closet away. Song Jianyu watched the open door loosen in one breath, and he collapsed on the ground.

The line of sight is at the same level as the bottom of the bed, under the bed at a height of [-] centimeters, the owner of the body who has been hiding for an unknown amount of time is watching him from under the bed with those bloodshot eyeballs.

The person lying on the ground so exhausted that he was out of breath, couldn't help but meet such a pair of eyes at the bottom of the bed, bounced up with an "awow", and was dragged back to the ground by the broken leg and the iron chain.

The scalp of the person who fell back on the ground was numb.

Staring at the video content on the TV not far away, it was the first time that this crying sound was the best accompaniment for a horror movie.

When he saw Yu Shuhui's crying face, he felt kind.

At the same time, the person staring at the TV, not forgetting to hold his legs with both hands, moved away from the position next to the bed little by little, and moved until the longest distance that the iron chain could be pulled was the distance from the position under the bed. After one meter away, Song Jianyu coughed secretly, and asked tentatively, "Are you also the one who was captured by him?"

The people under the bed didn't make a sound, and the quiet in the bedroom could only hear Yu Shuhui's crying on the TV.

Song Jianyu held his heart that was beating so frightened just now, twisted the iron chain on his waist, leaned down a little bit, turned his head sideways and looked down at the bottom of the bed again.

The owner of the bloodshot eyes still maintained the same posture as before, but when he looked down, his desperate eyes blinked slightly.

"Huh..." Song Jianyu didn't expect that he would feel relaxed because of his blinking eyes.

The opponent's entire body was under the 1.8-meter-wide bed. From Song Jianyu's angle, he could only see his head and shoulders, as well as the looming limbs behind him. He was wearing loose clothes like a pure black robe, which made Song Jianyu feel uncomfortable. I can't see what the other party is fixed there by.

He retracted his eyes and landed on that face again, carefully probing: "Can you talk?"

The other party opened his mouth slightly, letting him see the picture inside.

There was not enough light under the bed, and Song Jianyu was almost two meters away from the other party. Looking from him, he could only see a dark mass and could not see anything clearly.

Song Jianyu dragged the iron chain around his waist to get closer to the bottom of the bed, wanting to see it more clearly.

The person with half of his head under the bed kept moving his body forward until the distance between him and the person under the bed was less than [-] centimeters. Song Jianyu finally saw what was going on in the other's mouth.

The man's tongue had been severed by the roots, and he had no ability to speak at all.

The person lying under the bed looked at the mouth that was closed again, and didn't want to move any more, so he lay down directly under the bed and chatted with the other party.

"I ask you to answer, if you are wrong, you blink twice, if you are right, you blink once, if you agree, you blink once."

The other party blinked once.

This gave Song Jianyu a little confidence, and asked the first question: "Are you from Jinjiang City?"

The other party blinked twice. He is not a native of Jinjiang City.

"Is your arrest a man?"

The other party blinked once, and it was a man who grabbed him.

Song Jianyu coughed secretly, then dragged the iron chain one step forward and whispered to the other party's ear, "Do you have monitoring or monitoring on your body?"

The other party blinked twice, no.

"I'm from Jinjiang City. Where do you live in your hometown? Southwest and North China? Northeast? Central China?"

Song Jianyu's voice kept talking under the bed, while the free hand was writing something completely different on the ground.

"No matter what I say next, don't pay attention to it, just look at what I wrote by hand and answer me with your eyes."

"Huabei, why did Huabei come to Jinjiang City, are you here to work?"

Song Jianyu kept talking, and wrote the second question with his fingers in the thin dust on the bottom of the bed.

"Which district do you live in, East, West, South and South?"

The other party's eyes fell on the location of the southern district.

"Are you arrested on your way to work or suddenly at home?"

Song Jianyu wrote down the third question.

The other party looked at his word for work.

"Whether the person who arrested you was a very old man or a young man in his thirties."

The other party turned his head to the young and strong man.

"What's your name, a surname with no radicals or radicals?"

The other party nodded his chin at the address without radicals.

"Common surname, or uncommon surname? Is it a combination of upper and lower?"

Dumb: "Common surnames, combined with upper and lower."

Song Jianyu used his fingers on the ground to write stroke by stroke the most common surnames without radicals among the hundreds of surnames.

"Li, Zhou, Wang, Wei, Zhu, Su, Luo, Yu..."

When it was time to write, the other party kept blinking to signal him to stop.

"At?"

The mute blinked: "Yu."

Song Jianyu erased the word and re-wrote it on the ground: "Now I write 26 letters, and you can remind me which letter your name belongs to."

The two wrote one and blinked, and the two cooperated seamlessly. Soon Song Jianyu knew the person's name and age.

"Yu Yongbo, 34 years old. He lives in a community near Chang'an Road in Nancheng. He was caught here two days ago on his way to work the night shift at the factory."

Song Jianyu was about to continue asking, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and then footsteps coming towards them.

He hastily wiped off the finger prints on the ground with his sleeve, and looked back at the pair of feet standing beside the bed.

The person standing there closed the open wardrobe door, then bent down, dragged the other intact foot on the ground, and directly dragged him out from under the bed.

The person who stayed under the dark bed for almost two hours, couldn't prevent being dragged out and closed his eyes with some discomfort.

A smell of disinfectant became stronger as the other party approached.

"Why are you lying down there, do you really know each other?"

The person who was used to the light opened his eyes, looked at the lunatic who was close at hand, curled his lips in disgust: "I didn't know him before, but now I know him as a victim. Is there a problem?"

Yi Renxin shook his head resolutely, stroked her long hair fondly, and said with a smile: "It's okay, as long as you like it, I was worried that you would be too lonely living alone, so I brought him here be with you."

Hearing that he was brought here to accompany him, Song Jianyu changed his face in a second, "So you don't want to be with me, so you find me someone who can't even say such things. Sure enough, the old saying is true."

Yi Renxin was a little curious about the old saying in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of old saying."

The woman who was sitting on the ground with her kidney cut off and her leg cut off was sitting on the ground wearing a long lace dress, with an obvious dog chain wrapped around her waist.

He was obviously very embarrassed, but at this moment, the other party seemed to be attending a sisters' complaint party, smiling at the lunatic who was always wearing a mask, and spit out four words from his mouth to the other party, "Man, garbage."

Yi Renxin accepted this criticism with a half-smile, and said calmly: "It seems that your left leg doesn't hurt anymore. It just so happens that we are here today for the right leg amputation operation."

A black leather shoe with a shiny appearance stepped on the knee of Song Jianyu's bandaged left leg, and that foot was still badly pressed down on the wound: "I want to see how long you can hold on to your mouth." When will you be able to give in to me?"

The person who fell to the ground crying out for pain, hugged his thigh and cried tears of pain, and began to give in without hesitation for a second, "I was wrong, I apologize, it's okay if you want me to kneel down and call you daddy, As long as you don't cut my right leg!"

"Stop scolding me?" The leather shoe kicked the wound, and the white gauze was soon wet with bright red blood.

Song Jianyu raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled brightly: "How dare I scold you, besides, we both know each other so well, you'll get angry if you make a joke, how boring."

The leather shoe that kicked his wound was finally removed, and Song Jianyu was in so much pain that he wanted to jump up and hit him in the face.

Ke Ge gestured to the length of the iron chain on his waist, gritted his teeth and endured the pain with hatred against this bastard's high intelligence.

Yi Renxin didn't torture him anymore, he waited for a whole week for the person to reappear, if he made the person disappear again because of his own means, it would be too boring to leave Yu Shuhui here.

He went out to push in a wheelchair, and then used the key to untie the iron chain Song Jianyu tied to the bed post. The chain was re-tied to the wheelchair, and the other party carried the person on the ground into the wheelchair and sat down, "Your Your hair is too dirty, I'll take you to take a shower."

Song Jianyu honestly let him push the car, and after pushing himself out of the bedroom, there was a long corridor. The person in the wheelchair only had time to take a look before being pushed into the open door on the left.

In front of the mirror in the bathroom, Song Jianyu looked at the man standing behind him in the mirror, and he could smell the strong smell of disinfectant on his body since just now.

The person on the chair rolled his eyes, and suddenly said, "How many operations does your department perform at most in a day?"

"Six times."

Song Jianyu blinked, smiled innocently and said, "Six times...it's hard work." Under the instinctive reflex, some common sense and subconscious behaviors can be blurted out without thinking.

Look, now it's time to swindle that the other party has a serious job in the hospital, and the highest record is six operations a day.

The scope of the police search was much smaller.