Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Yi Renxin took out an unopened disposable drip needle from the cabinet, and took down the half-used plastic bottle above.

The person lying flat on the operating table, unable to move, saw this guy lift the quilt on him after finishing all this, and lift his right foot.

"What are you doing?" Song Jianyu raised his head, looking at the picture of this guy holding the sole of his foot, his heart was trembling.

"As I said just now, I will change a place for you."

The re-opened needle stuck into the bruised blood vessel.

Song Jianyu only felt that the instep of his foot was bitten by an ant. He felt the pain and then felt the cold liquid flow into his body with the drip tube.

The uncovered quilt was put down again, and Yi Renxin pulled the stool back to sit back, "How do you feel?"

The person lying there unable to move gave him a blank look, "It's not good, did your dad go to the Niutoushan Reservoir?" Song Jianyu changed the subject by himself, wanting to find out what the father and son wanted to do next.

"I don't know. I've helped convey your words. As for whether he goes or not, it's his own business and has nothing to do with me."

Yi Renxin picked up the notebook that was placed under the operating table, opened it and flipped it over to the records written by Mi Li in the morning when he woke up.

"Now, I am more curious about where you have been and what you have done during the 24 years since you left me, and how many years have you been with this woman?" Yi Renxin asked.

"Why are you asking this?" Song Jianyu looked puzzled.

The baby-faced young man sitting on the stool swept across his body occupied by kindness with a smile on his face, and said softly, "Because this is the marriage partner you chose for me, so I want to know more about her, you don't want to?" ?"

grass!Song Jianyu cursed obscenities in his heart, and perfunctory him with the same expression on his face, "For things like feelings, both parties need to get along with each other to know if they really feel it. I'm hungry and want to eat."

He and Mi Li had never met twice, so he couldn't answer Agou's question at all.

When Yi Renxin heard him say that he was hungry, he put down the notebook in his hand and stood up, "Wait."

As soon as he walked outside the door of the operating room, he heard the alarm clock installed on the wall by Wenyan today go off automatically.

The tall young man walking in the living room walked through the living room to the kitchen without changing his expression. The ingredients neatly arranged in the frosting were taken out and placed on the cooking table one by one.

In the operating room, Song Jianyu waited for him to leave before slowly lifting his right hand under the quilt.

Thanks to the moment he pulled out the needle just now, the recovery ability of his right hand is much faster than other places.

Song Jianyu raised that arm little by little, trying to pull the stool the other party was sitting on just now.

The distance between the fingers and the stool changed from twenty centimeters to ten centimeters. When the distance between the fingertips was only the last centimeter, the person lying there bit the tip of his tongue and raised his shoulders, grabbing the stool with his outstretched hand .

With straight fingers, he quickly dragged the stool to his side, and Song Jianyu tilted his head to look at the expanded pages of the notebook currently placed on the stool.

The above are all the words that Mi Li himself said as recorded by Ah Gou.

The man lying on the cold operating table with his neck crooked glanced at the content written on the paper, and suddenly realized why this guy came to ask him where he was before, and how long it had been since he appeared beside Mi Li .

Song Jianyu flipped through the notebook roughly, then adjusted the page to the previous appearance with his fingers, then pushed the stool back to the original place, and retracted his right hand under the quilt.

Half an hour later, Yi Renxin came over with the prepared porridge on a tray.

"How can I eat while lying down? You feed me?" Song Jianyu looked at the bowl of steaming porridge, his stomach started to growl impatiently.

It's just that his current posture can't be used at all, unless he exposes his movable right hand.

"Wait."

Yi Renxin went to a distant cabinet, found a disposable plastic hose, cut it with a scalpel to the length of a palm, put one end in a bowl, and let Song Jianyu bite the other end.

Song Jianyu: "..." Who drinks porridge with milk tea!

Complaining from the bottom of his heart, he still bit his mouth honestly, and after a bowl of porridge, he felt that his whole body was refreshed.

The person lying on his back on the table looked at the shadowless lamp specially used for surgery above and inquired about the news, "Is this thing expensive? Isn't it possible for hospitals to buy this kind of thing?"

Yi Renxin looked at the item he was pointing at, "As long as you have money, you can buy anything."

"Then you are really powerful. You are so rich and still listen to your father's words to do the work of kidnapping and killing people. What are you trying to do?"

Song Jianyu couldn't figure it out, the old lunatic was so anti-human for some reason, but Ah Gou was still a child, he obviously could choose not to go on such a road.

"Picture what?" Yi Renxin was asked this kind of question for the first time. The young doctor sitting on the stool looked at his kindness, and replied after a few seconds, "Nothing."

He's not trying to figure anything out, and he's not interested in paying attention to reasons.

Song Jianyu was not satisfied with his answer until he fell asleep. The person who reopened his eyes from his bedroom turned over with the soft quilt in his arms, tilted his head and opened his eyes to look at the red flag directly opposite.

"You don't want to do anything, but you still want to help the old madman kill people. This week, you seem more difficult to understand than before."

The person on the small bed muttered to himself and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Wen Yan, who hadn't slept all night in the interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau in the urban area, finally spoke about his purpose after being interrogated by three shifts of the police all night.

"Bring Song Zongming back to me, otherwise you will see the third corpse appear."

After the old god Wen Yan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and started his own meditation.

This time, Qin Shiguan and Shang Guanhong were interrogating him in the interrogation room.

After hearing this request, the two parties glanced at each other and came out of the interrogation room to the meeting room not far away.

The entire Criminal Investigation Brigade didn't fall asleep that night, and Director Shi Hongwei was also sitting inside holding a teacup.

"This person insisted on seeing Song Zongming, but he refused to answer any questions if he didn't see Song Zongming."

Shi Hongwei looked at the many criminal policemen present, "One night has passed, where did he come to the Public Security Bureau, where did he go, what did he do, and how did the investigation go?"

Zhou Jianming stood up and distributed the promised report to everyone present, "According to the monitoring along the way, he was in the car on the law road, and the nearby monitoring showed that he walked from a distance to the station and took the bus all the way to the Public Security Bureau. At the gate, Liulu Road is very close to the fourth geological team. We have brought back all the surveillance cameras nearby, and are looking for all his possible haunts. In the morning, other police officers also took his current photos to the local area to inquire about the masses. situation, and asked if anyone had seen him."

"Don't all gather in one place to find someone, and split up. How is his personal information search?"

Xiang Chong, who came from the special investigation team, tapped his fingers on the solid wood table, "One night has passed, what is his name now, haven't we found out yet?"

"It was found out, this is his identity personal information."

Li Qin who was sitting in the corner stood up and took out the document and distributed it to everyone.

"His name is Wen Yan, a native of Jinjiang City. He is 57 years old this year. He was a maintenance worker for Jinjiang Hydropower Plant 24 years ago. He is married. He and his wife Liu Mei'e have a son named Wen Li.

We have already called the current hydropower plant to obtain his information. According to the memories of retired employees of the hydropower plant, Wen Yan resigned suddenly in the spring of 1997 and never returned to the factory. No one knew about it. His whereabouts, his wife and children are all missing. Now we have sent people to the old address where he lived to check the situation. "

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

There was a knock on the door of the conference room.

"Come in."

Ye Cheng, who came back in a hurry, stood at the door sweating profusely, "We just found a boneless female body from Wen Yan's former residence! This bone is likely to belong to his wife, and it is also the first woman he killed. one person.

Because we saw several bones that were obviously broken in front of the body, as well as knife marks on the white bones, the forensics department is currently undergoing urgent inspection and testing. "

"Have you searched the whole house inside and out? Are there any other clues?" Zhou Jianming asked.

Ye Cheng shook his head, "That's all for the time being, the details will not be known until the report from the forensics department."

Qin Shiguan turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, looked down at the report on Wenyan on the paper, "I suggest to take his appearance and follow the entrance and exit of Jinjiang Airport Railway Station bus station three months ago. The passenger re-checked this information. He and his wife have long been included in the list of missing persons. 24 years ago, there were still many missing in the census of our country. He is likely to have multiple identities. We should also The intranet has repeatedly searched for all similar persons, and it is very likely that there is his fake identity information among them."

Shangguan Hong, who entered the interrogation room together just now, also raised his hand, "Before we came out just now, he mentioned the third body, and he probably has many other hostages in his hands. The last time we arranged in Wenli Garden Community As for the fake Song Zongming, I suggest bringing him here to meet Wen Yan to see what his plans are next, and find a way to find the No.3 victim before she dies."

After the short morning meeting ended, Qin Shiguan came out of the meeting room and received a text message from Song Jianyu.

Song Jianyu: "I saw Agou last night. He didn't seem to be worried about what his father is doing now, and he doesn't care whether the other party will implicate him. I suspect that the father and son have other conspiracies. How did your interrogation go?"

The person who was sitting alone in Jinghu Garden and eating breakfast finally received a reply from Qin Shiguan after four or ten minutes.

Qin Shiguan: "We found his previous identity information, his name is Wen Yan, and Ah Gou's real name should be Wen Li. We dug up a skeletal female corpse from their former residence, which is likely to be Wen Yan's wife. Others are under investigation."

Song Jianyu looked at the content of the text message, "Wen Li? This is more like a personal name than A Gou, but what he does is not a human thing, so it's better to call him Gouzi."

He was sitting at home, and the only source of news was Qin Shiguan who hadn't come home.

In the Public Security Bureau, Yang Zirong, a special police officer disguised as Song Zongming, had arrived here. After learning about the current situation from the Criminal Investigation Brigade, he pushed open the door of the interrogation room under the leadership of Qin Shiguan.

Inside the door, Wen Yan closed his eyes and opened his eyes, looking at the figure standing at the door, his gaze stayed on the face that he had been thinking about for 24 years and could never forget.

"Hahahahahahaha! Hahahaha you actually found him, how dare you stand here?"

Yang Zirong looked at the other man's wild laughing expression calmly, closed the door of the interrogation room and looked at him, "Didn't you always want to find me? You were the one who fled from Jinjiang City back then, so why don't I dare to stand up?" here?"

Wen Yan's stomach hurt from laughing, and it took a long time before he nodded in approval, "You are right, so I lost to you 24 years ago. Let's try again after 24 years. Let's see how you behave this time. Whether a hero praised by everyone can save everyone again."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the policeman who was wearing a police uniform and came in with Song Zongming, with a provocative expression on his face, "I have twelve living hostages in my hand, and I have arranged all their fate before I come to surrender. Counting from the moment I stepped into the Public Security Bureau yesterday, one victim will automatically die every three days, and now it's your hero's turn to appear."

"It's crazy!! What kind of thing is he to decide the life and death of others!"

In the monitoring room, Zhou Jianming cursed angrily after seeing that face uttering these words in a grand manner.

The matter did not end with cursing.

But it became more and more serious in the afternoon of the same day. Reporters from three newspapers in Jinjiang City received a gift in a fresh box.

The three gifts are Yu Yao's right hand, the head and a heart of No.2 deceased.

Wen Yan described in detail his bet with the police and Song Zongming in the box, and asked reporters and the media to help him expose all this.

If you don't want to, the next one will be delivered to your door, and he will not tell you the truth about the case that year.

In a bet of twelve lives, the real murderer and the hero who saved lives after 24 years meet again, but twelve lives are used as bets.

These topics have been heard by everyone in Jinjiang City in one afternoon. It is useless to ban the hot search topics, and these topics are also being discussed in various places in private.

Song Jianyu sat in front of the balcony, quietly watching the various topics that popped up on the phone, all of which were about the bet between the serial killer and Song Zongming.

The father and son didn't want Song Zongming to take the blame for them after 24 years.

Instead, he wanted to turn Song Zongming into a murderer like them.

If those twelve lives could not be saved, all the praise Song Zongming received back then would become ten times and a hundred times the curse of attack and return to him.

Song Jianyu made a call to Qin Shiguan, but the person over there hung up the phone within less than a minute.

Then a text message was sent, which was Qin Shiguan's explanation.

"The gate of the Public Security Bureau was surrounded by many missing family members. They asked the twelve hostages what their names were and what they looked like. I hope the police will give you a definite announcement. I will contact you later."

Song Jianyu opened the circle of friends, and saw that in the university group in the circle of friends, there were people discussing the development of this case.

Song Zongming himself, who lived upstairs, also saw these topics and discussions.

Many people in the post bar in Jinjiang City were yelling at him, telling him not to be afraid to use his ability to enter the dream and save those twelve lives.

"Old Song?" Shi Hongmei passed by the living room. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Song Zongming's expression, and walked over suspiciously and pushed him, "What are you looking at?"

"Twelve human lives." Song Zongming, who has never experienced any crisis in his life, the only big scene in his life was his unintentional dream of saving a person. With the same ability, I slowly recalled what happened at that time.

But he didn't expect that the serial murder would cost him 24 lives after 12 years, and he asked him to find out.

"I'll go downstairs to chat with my son, and I'll be back in a while."

Song Zongming got up from the sofa and went downstairs to find his son wearing slippers.

When Song Jianyu downstairs heard about his intentions, he looked at the person in front of him and asked him, "Dad, what do you want me to do?"

"Jianyu, is there any way for you to possess those twelve people? Can you help Dad find them out? Those are real human lives."

Song Jianyu looked at him calmly, "There is no evidence to prove that what the murderer said is true, and it is impossible for my ability to appear on the hostage.

Unless some of the twelve people he caught were once villains, it would be difficult even for me to find out where they were. "

"Is there no other way?" Song Zongming thought of the twelve people mentioned in the report, and his whole body felt very uncomfortable.

Method……

The only way is to find out the whereabouts of the twelve hostages from Agou.

"Let me try it." Song Jueyu got up and went back to his bedroom. He took out the melatonin he had prepared earlier from the bedside cabinet, and after taking two pills, he closed his eyes and lay on the bed, waiting to return to sleep after a deep sleep. To the body of Mi Li.

An hour later, the person who woke up from the darkness looked at the shadowless lamp with a little reflection above, and looked up to the surroundings.

If the timelines match, it's still afternoon.

Agouren should not be at home. Every time he woke up before, the light in the operating room was on, but this time it was turned off. It is very likely that the other party is going to complete the task that Wen Yan gave him.

Song Jianyu lowered his head that he had tried to raise, and tried to lift his limbs under the quilt.

The hands and feet of this body don't have much strength now, but they just don't have much strength. As long as they grit their teeth and try hard, they can still sit up.

The person sitting on the operating table put the quilt aside and looked down at the iron chains on his feet. door, the other end of the chain is indeed placed deep inside the sculpture's throat.

It has been welded by people for a long time, and the only way to open the iron chain is to start from the ankle.

The man holding the iron chain looked around and wanted to ask for a handy tool.

After looking around, the only place where there are tools is the row of cabinets against the wall in the distance.

The person on the operating table fell to the ground, supported his body with both hands and dragged the operating table a little bit, moved to the cabinet over there, and he opened the cabinet.

There were rows and rows of medicines and disposable medical equipment inside.

"What is the use of a needle, why is there no such thing as a scalpel?"

Song Jianyu squatted in front of the cabinet, rummaged around in the dark, opened all the medicine boxes and groped through it a little bit, and removed all the packages that could be disassembled, but he couldn't find any useful and convenient tools.

The person who found nothing, grabbed a bottle of infusion tube and hung it around his neck, pushed his body with his backhand and continued to walk towards the door.

He has seen Ah Gou open this door several times, and he has memorized the direction and method of opening the door.

When the door of the operating room opened, Yi Renxin, who was silently making sculptures in the living room, stopped his work.

He looked back to the direction of the operating room over there, and turned on the remote control in the next second to turn on all the monitors in the house.

A sneaky figure was looking around at the door of the operating room.

Song Jianyu dragged the heavy operating table, both feet were chained and hung on the operating table, only the upper body was on the ground and the person who used his hands to move, saw the door was really opened, lowered his voice and directed towards the distance A voice shouted from the direction of the bright living room, "Agou? Are you there?"

Yi Renxin didn't answer him, the person who adjusted the TV to mute, continued to hold the tools in his hand to repair the palm that was about to be finished.

The person sitting on the ground over there didn't hear Ah Gou's response and thought that the other party was not at home, just to let him see if the twelve hostages Wen Yan hid were real or not.

Song Jianyu dragged the operating table out of the operating room with great pains. With both hands supporting the person on the ground, he dragged the heavy operating table out of the deep corridor.

"Crash... Crash..."

The sound of the iron chain colliding with the operating table made Yi Renxin in the living room stop his work several times. He looked up at the figure on the monitor who was about to walk two meters away from the corner of the corridor.

Silently raised the corners of his mouth, got up and walked to the water dispenser on the other side, and poured himself a cup of hot tea again.

Then he sat on the sofa, watching the silent monitoring screen on the TV, and patiently waited for someone to come to his door automatically.

In the short corridor of five meters, Song Jianyu's hand was about to fall when he was dragging. Before the people who had worked so hard to come out of the corridor had time to be happy, they saw the TV playing behind the green plants not far away. It showed his distressed appearance at the moment.

In the screen divided into six grids, there was a figure in another grid that he didn't want to see at all.

Yi Renxin was sitting on the sofa, also looking at someone on the 70-inch TV, "Have you figured out how to lie to me?"

"Think about it, I just dreamed about your childhood, Wen Li, do you still remember your mother?"

Song Jianyu answered the other party's question in seconds.

The person at the corner by the wall could see a certain person on the TV with the naked eye, and his face changed after he finished saying this.

He continued to speak without fear of death, "Your father came to me with good intentions just now, saying that he was going to do more evil things and kill more people. I suddenly thought of your mother."

"Wen Li, what a nice name, why did you turn into a dog? Your mother will be very sad to see you like this."

Song Jianyu thought that mentioning the existence of this person would make Agou's conscience return even a thousandth.