Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Zongming first took advantage of the street lights outside, trying to open his eyes to look around, and at the same time he did not forget to talk to the other two people.

"How did you all get here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl hanging on his right opened her mouth sobbing, her wrists were stuck into her flesh by the thick rope, and the weight of her whole body was supported by these hands.

"My name is Qin Lan. On my way to pick up my brother from school, there was a man in a wheelchair in an alley. He said that his wheelchair was stuck in the crack of the gutter on the ground and wanted me to help him out."

When she walked over, she saw a blanket on the other person's legs, and the corner of the wheelchair was stuck in the gap. When she knelt down to help move the wheelchair, she felt a sudden pain in the back of her head, and then she had no memory of it. .

"Brother, what about you?" After Qin Lan finished speaking, she carefully looked at Song Zongming who was hanging not far from her.

"I just remember sleeping at home and dreaming, and I came here when I woke up." Song Zongming didn't say his name, and he looked down at the boy at the bottom who was holding the rope with his hands.

The other party has maintained this posture since just now, and has been looking at him with those dark eyes. Occasionally, his eyes glanced at Qin Lan's body, and soon moved back to Song Zongming's face again.

There was no expression on that face, and no emotion could be seen, making it impossible to tell what the other party was thinking.

"What about you, kid? What's your name?" Song Zongming couldn't help asking when he looked at the dim face under the streetlight.

The child hanging at the bottom didn't answer his question, but directly hooked the rope on the foot with one hand, and untied the rope tied around the ankle with the other hand.

Although he didn't understand what was going on with this child, Song Zongming, who was hanging on the top, couldn't help reminding him when he saw the other party's bold actions: "Be careful, don't fall."

Qin Lan also looked at the child below, and saw that the other party's fingers nimbly untied the rope tied to his feet, and then he let go of his hands and fell directly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Qin Lan's screams sounded in the forgotten abandoned factory.

Song Zongming also wanted to scream, but after seeing the child fall to the ground and rolled on the spot, he patted the dust on his knees and stood up like that.

"Stop barking, stop barking, he's fine."

Song Zongming looked at the young man walking towards the outside of the factory on the ground, and quickly told Qin Lan to stop talking.

Qin Lan, who closed her eyes in fright, carefully opened them, lowered her neck and looked at the ground, seeing the other party's intact appearance, she couldn't control her crying anymore.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I'm scared to death, what shall we do next?"

"Child! Child!" Song Zongming looked at the child who had gone a little far, and called to him, "Can you call the police for us? I saw that the window outside was in the direction of street lights. There must be vehicles passing by if there are street lights. Or can you stand outside and help us intercept a vehicle?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I have money in my backpack! I will give you all the money in my wallet, kid, can you call the police for us?" Qin Lan also came back to her senses, and quickly expressed her willingness to pay.

The two of them were hanging in the sky and talking non-stop, but the young man who was free to walk on the ground ignored them.

Instead, he walked into the darkness in the distance alone. Song Zongming had tried his best to search for the other party's whereabouts with his eyes wide open, but he still found nothing.

"Did he leave?" Qin Lan also endured the pain in his wrist, blinking hard to find the whereabouts of the child in the dark.

Song Zongming didn't know either.

The rope on the wrist seemed to be sucked into the flesh, and the person who had been suspended for an unknown period of time took a deep breath, trying to divert his attention.

"Brother, can we have a conversation? I'm a little scared." Qin Lan's hands were also hurting, and she didn't dare to lower her head to look at the ground.

The height made her nervous and dare not move, fearing that the rope would break and she would fall.

"Let's talk about it for a while, how old are you, girl?" Song Zongming followed up and explained himself first after asking: "I am 22 years old and I am studying at Yunda University. How about you?"

Qin Lan was hanging on a high place. From her angle, she could only see the clothes Song Zongming was wearing and the top of his head.

Under the illumination of the street lamps outside the window, one could clearly see that the man was wearing a work uniform with the huge Chinese characters of "Golden Dragon and Iron" printed on the back.

A full set of gray-blue work clothes, it can be seen that the owner of the clothes has been wearing them for a long time, and there is a pair of army green sneakers on the feet that young people today will never wear. There are vehicles passing by outside the factory, and the lights flashing by Through the window shines on the hands bound with rope.

Qin Lan saw the palms of the elder brother below, which were the palms of a Yun university student no matter how hard he worked.

Her job is to make manicures for people in the nail shop. She has seen countless pairs of palms, and even gave people free manicures in the community in order to learn manicure well.

The person with these hands and this suit cannot be a student of Yunda University.

This discovery caused Qin Lan, who was hanging on the top, to shudder, and responded to the other party, resisting fear: "Brother is a student, really amazing, unlike me who is just a part-time worker."

"If you like to study, you can sign up for the self-examination or the adult college entrance examination. I hear your voice is not too old." Song Zongming hung there and talked non-stop in order to relieve his tension.

The two of them didn't say a few words, and the disappeared boy came back with a rice cooker in his hand.

The other party put the rice cooker on a plastic stool and opened the lid.

The aroma of the rice made the two people in the high place swallow their saliva involuntarily.

After the boy opened the lid, he stood under the two of them and raised his head to look up into the sky.

"Dad, are you coming down?"

Song Zongming's eyelids hurt the moment the other party looked up at him, and when he closed his eyes and opened them again, what he saw was Shi Hongmei's face.

"What nightmare did you have? Are you sweating all the time?" Shi Hongmei was woken up by the people around her in the middle of the night. When she turned on the light, she found Song Zongming's head covered in cold sweat.

He didn't wake up after calling his name several times, his forehead was still a little hot when he touched it, so he hurried to get him a wet towel, and then woke him up.

The person lying on the bed stared blankly at his girlfriend's concerned face, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Hongmei, I seem to have seen more than one murderer in the 863 case."

He heard the sound of daddy clearly, and decided he heard it right.

Later Song Zongming wanted to continue dreaming again, but he didn't dream about the other party for a week.

He bought all the newspapers in Jinjiang City in August, and he kept asking around for information about the 863 case.

But after the fourth homicide, nothing happened for a week, and there was no fifth victim.

Just when Song Zongming thought that the captured woman in the dream was really just a dream, the fifth case happened. The deceased was a taxi driver, male.

The scene of the crime was in an abandoned steel factory.

After Song Zongming saw the news in the newspaper, he rushed to the scene immediately. The police had already collected evidence there, and cordoned off the door.

He hid in a corner and waited until late at night when no one was around, and quietly crawled into the factory from an abandoned water pipe.

There, he saw three long ropes hanging above his head, and the abandoned rice cooker.

Exactly the same as what happened in his dream.

The people crawled out of the factory, carried their schoolbags and headed home. When they passed a police station on the way, Song Zongming thought of the girl in his dream who was hanging from a high place, so he took a deep breath and walked into the police station.

The Jinjiang City Criminal Investigation Brigade received a call from the Bishui Police Station, saying that someone reported that they suspected they had seen the murderer of the serial murder case that has been raging recently.

As a new police officer, Shi Hongwei followed his master and drove directly to the Bishui Police Station.

I saw Song Zongming, a passer-by who reported the case at the time.

According to what Song Zongming said, he came to the vicinity of this factory yesterday to collect wind, and vaguely saw three people in the factory.

A woman, a teenager, and a middle-aged man who was wearing thick clothes and couldn't see clearly.

Among them, the boy was eating with a dirty rice cooker, while the woman was tied up with a rope.

At that time, he was a little scared and left the scene directly. Today, after hearing in the newspaper that the serial killer had killed the fifth victim here, he felt that something was wrong and came to the police.

Song Zongming's call to the police was a major breakthrough for the police who had no clues at the time.

All the lists of missing women in the city were retrieved, especially the records of missing young women who reported to the police recently were investigated one by one by the police.

There is also a single man who has a child in his teens next to him, which has also become a key object of investigation.

During the city-wide investigation by the police, the sixth case happened again.

Song Zongming woke up again from his dream. He saw Qin Lan who had been missing for a week. She was still alive, not the victim of the sixth death.

This time they lived in a small wooden house in the middle of the lake. When Song Zongming got up from the simple bed, Qin Lan, whose hands and feet were tied and fixed in the fish tank, saw him open his eyes, shivering and huddled into a ball in the corner of the fish tank. .

After several experiences, Song Zongming vaguely knew that the appearance of himself waking up in the dream was probably the serial murderer himself.

When he just climbed out of bed, the door of the cabin was pushed open from the outside.

A boy with messy hair and a long black T-shirt came in with a bucket in his hand.

Inside the bucket lay a few crucian carp spitting bubbles.

The boy lifted the bucket and poured it directly into the fish tank, and the crucian carp also got into the person in the fish tank, Qin Lan didn't dare to move.

She has encountered this kind of thing many times in the past few days. She knows that as long as she is obedient and doesn't make trouble, she can live a little longer and persist until the police come to rescue her.

So let those fish slide off of her and live with her in this muddy fishbowl.

From the corner of her eye, she looked at the demon on the bed that hadn't moved after waking up.

The young man squatted in front of Song Zongming, looking up at him with his neck raised.

Song Zongming thought of the address he heard in his dream last time, and tried to force a stiff smile on his face, and raised his hand to stroke the boy's hair: "Son, Dad will take you to surrender."

He is in control of this body now, as long as he takes people out of here to report and surrender before he wakes up, he can save the people in the fish tank.