Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

The person sitting at the dining table silently picked up the mobile phone and passively walked to the sofa to rest.

The camera also jumps to other scenes.

Song Jianyu was holding the white mobile phone with various rhinestone shells on the back. After turning on the screen, he found that it was unlocked by facial recognition.

"Tsk, thanks to the technological age, the current fingerprint and facial recognition are simply tailor-made for me."

If he used to draw symbols or use numbers as a password, even if he occupied someone else's body, he would not be able to unlock the mobile phone password.

After all, he can only use the opponent's body, but he cannot obtain the opponent's memory together.

The popular little flower in a long black dress sat cross-legged on the sofa without any image, raised her mobile phone and clicked on the facial recognition, and it clicked on his current face.

After the screen is unlocked, a missed call appears in the center of the screen.

"Huh?" It was a stranger's phone number with no note or name.

After Song Jianyu clicked on this number, he found that the strange number would call in an average of three to four days. When the contact was intensive, there would be four or five calls every day. Will call.

It can be seen from the call records that both parties will hang up within 1 minute after each call is connected.

The person sitting on the sofa swiped up the screen with his index finger, and saw the dense records between the two.

"Would you like to call back a past?"

The person who looked at the communication log thought about it, but still didn't call. "I don't even know the other party's name, so don't call yet."

Next, he clicked on the unread text message in the phone, trying to find some clues from the text message.

The content of the first text message that has not yet been checked is the content sent by the bank.

“您账户1887于7月21号21分入账5800000.00元余额……”宋兼语对着余额后面的0数了过去。

"Good guy! There are more than 8000 million in this card!"

Even this is one of the bank cards of the other party.

The person who silently exited the text message subconsciously opened the payment software of the other party, and selected from the classification of those fund stocks.

The 24-year-old Song is the first to experience what it is like to make money every day.

However, apart from the money in this person’s mobile phone, there is no suspicious place at all. Most of the text messages are various product advertisements, and the circle of friends is full of personal selfies. There is one who is not discussing work and is just chatting.

In this mobile phone, the only doubtful point is that the person who is in constant contact but not added to the address book is always just behind an unfamiliar number.

Half an hour was up soon, and the assistant who gave him the mobile phone before ran over and said courteously: "Sister Yun, please keep the mobile phone for me. You can do the work of the old lady. This villager lives on the left hand side of the farm. The fourth house, she is waiting for you at the door of the house now."

"Then I'm leaving now?"

Song Jianyu got up from the sofa, smoothed the skirt on his body, and walked to the path outside the farm according to the instructions.

The camera finally refocused on his face.

Song Jianyu held the note and wiped the cold water on his forehead.

It's really cold water!When he just walked to the intersection, a makeup artist rushed up and carefully sprayed a little water in the direction of his forehead with a small watering can.

This made the person who was obviously sitting on the sofa resting for half an hour turned into sweating profusely running around the village in the camera, and has yet to find the appearance of an old grandmother.

Song Jianyu wiped off the drops of water dripping from his forehead, walked indifferently and speechlessly to the villagers arranged by the director's team at the intersection, and asked, "Hi uncle, do you know what is written on this note?" Who is the clue old granny?"

The villagers who had been arranged for a long time first pretended to have a thoughtful expression, then turned their heads to look at the few houses not far from the left and right, and finally said in an uncertain tone: "Like Mrs. Wang's house, go forward from here The fourth house is her house, you go and ask yourself."

"Thank you."

After getting a clue that he already knew, Song Jianyu exhausted his acting skills to put a surprised smile on his face, and then netizens saw that the popular Xiaohua ran like a gust of wind after getting a new clue .

Song Jianyu, who went straight to the fourth house, had just entered when he saw a group of old ladies in red dresses counting the time with red folding fans in their hands.

"One, two, three, four, throw... two, two, three, four, back—"

The two in their hands threw out the fan used in the performance obediently, and then obediently flung it back.

Song Jianyu, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, watched this scene, silently took out the wish note in his pocket and unfolded it, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"Don't be dancing! Don't be dancing!"

His prayer was not heard by the gods, but a group of old ladies who were dancing in the yard had already noticed a beautiful little girl at the door.

A group of gray-haired old people all stopped, and collectively looked at the little girl at the door.

Grandma Wang, as the person in charge, got off the lead dancer and walked up to him, "Who is the little girl looking for?"

Song Jianyu raised the corner of his mouth twitching, took a deep breath and put away the task note, "Hi grandma, my name is Baiyun. I heard that there is an old woman surnamed Wang here who wants to fulfill a wish for many years, and I am here to help her." Come and make your wish come true."

Grandma Wang's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she looked up and down the people standing outside the yard: "Okay! That man didn't lie to me! He said he found me a girl who was similar to me when I was young to dance. You are not as good-looking as I used to be, but you have absolutely no problem dancing with your figure! Come in quickly."

Someone who heard the word "dancing" walked in front of this group of elderly square dancing ladies who were held stiffly by the hand.

"Old Wang, this is your daughter, she looks really handsome."

"What a beautiful little girl, are you looking for someone?"

The elderly group with an average age of more than 70 years old will take the position of Song Jianyu group.

"It doesn't matter to you if you don't have a date. What are you thinking about when your son is married? It must look good to dance with his long hands and long legs."

A group of people talked and praised Song Jianyu.

Song Jianyu, who was standing in the center of the crowd, was stiff the whole time, and nodded with a smile, "Where is it, no, I'm here to help Grandma Wang fulfill her wish."

When he laughed until his face was stiff, someone finally remembered his role, and brought a set of emerald green one-piece dress and two large performance fans to his palm.

"The dressing room is in the living room. Go there and change your clothes and go through the process with us first. Tonight at seven o'clock we will perform on stage at the old sunset red. We want to find a young girl to represent us when we were young on stage. , come dance with us."

Song Jianyu hugged those props with a flustered face: "But I can't dance, I haven't practiced before, so it's not good to go directly to the stage, right?"

Ladies and gentlemen, do you really stop thinking about it?

He was very afraid that after he got on stage, he would not be dancing at all, but would directly go up and smash the scene.

"It's okay, we can teach you, we promise to teach you in one afternoon!"

Grandma Wang gave him a relieved look, and she pushed him into the living room.

Without waiting for him to refuse, he closed the door, and stood outside the door and shouted: "I'm running out of time, I'll give you 5 minutes to change and come out."

The possibility of Song Jianyu wanting to sleep here and return his body to the original owner was completely eliminated.

Hugging the man in costume, he silently put down the performance fan, took off his clothes, and put on a green dress. The V-neck green dress was as long as his knees, and half of the skin on the back was leaking out. .

Song Jianyu pulled up the zipper with difficulty behind his back. There was no mirror around, and the person who couldn't see himself at all folded the changed clothes obediently and put them aside, then bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground. The fan pushed open the living room door.

Ten old ladies sat on the steps outside the door and waited for him.

When they heard the door open, they swarmed over, "Xiaobai's skin is white and he wears green, he really looks good, but his hair is untidy. I have a rubber band here, so you can tie your hair up."

A rubber band was handed over, and Song Jianyu used this thing to try to tie up the long hair.

Immediately, someone came over with a pair of five-centimeter high heels.

It's still the same green color, the bright green one is like an onion in the field just now.

Song Jianyu was able to force himself to accept it before, but now he shook his head frantically after seeing this pair of green high heels, "This won't work! This really won't work!"

"No, what, we are all wearing it, you are a standard dancing body!"

The old lady made the final decision, and Song Jianyu passively put on the pair of green high heels.

The photographer stood diagonally across from the crowd, taking photos of the popular Xiaohua from her hair to the pair of green high heels.

The viewers who were watching on the online video site were almost disgusted by Bai Yun's hypocritical behavior today.

"Who doesn't know that she graduated from a dance academy, what are you pretending?"

"The wish of a grandma at such an age is to perform on stage once, but look at Bai Yun's face, it can't be filled with reluctance."

"When I saw her going out without makeup in the morning, I thought she was going to be whitewashed. Sure enough, this kind of person would not pretend for too long! I just asked her to dance with the old lady, and she was unhappy and dissatisfied before she started dancing! "

The barrage is now all about attacking Baiyun and putting on airs.

If Song Jianyu, who was at the scene, knew the evaluation from the outside world, he probably only wanted to give the audience four characters.

"You you on the line!"

The only dance movement that he has ever learned that is slightly related to dance in his life is the eighth set of radio gymnastics.

In addition, you can let him play basketball, football, and table tennis.

Dancing is the only direction of interest that he never thought of developing.

A group of old grandmas in front of him insisted on teaching him to dance no matter how much he refused.

what can he doDo you have to shake your face at a group of gray-haired grannies?

I could only bite the bullet and follow Mrs. Wang's movements, and started to learn by gesturing.

It's just that the ideal is full, and the reality is too scary.

People who have not received dance training at all can't keep up with the speed at the beginning, and often don't follow instructions with their hands and feet.

He thought about how to bend his arm, but his arm told him that he couldn't do it!

So the picture on the TV changed to a young girl in a long green dress, standing among a group of old ladies in red costumes, like a migrant worker who had just been bitten by a zombie and was still strong enough to get up and go to work.

My limbs are stiff, my hands and feet are jumbled and I'm still struggling to keep up.

At the end of the video, a line of capitalized and bold text was thoughtfully added next to it: "New type of mechanical dance?"