Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Empty plastic bottles were thrown through open car windows.

In the empty and abandoned village, Song Jianyu ignored the person beside him who was awake and struggling.

Zhu Jiajun's hands and feet were tied three or four times with safety ropes inside and out, and his whole body was like the crab he ate at the seafood shop an hour and a half ago.

The five flowers are tied up and slaughtered.

After struggling for 10 minutes, he found that he couldn't move. He couldn't open his mouth even if he wanted to speak. Hot sweat was streaming down his face, and he looked nervously at the adult man beside him.

Song Jianyu turned on the phone with the new SIM card, and entered the five words "Jinhe Middle School Bar" in the search bar.

Posts about Jinhe Middle School quickly popped up.

"Look, is this place familiar?"

Song Jianyu put the phone screen in front of Zhu Jiajun, "Open your eyes wide and let me see what is written on it, otherwise when I ask you later, I will punish you once if you answer a wrong question, understand ?"

The co-pilot curled up into a ball, nodded vigorously while not daring to move his eyeballs from the screen of the phone, took out the posture of sprinting for the first place in the school, and tried hard to write down every sliding title.

"Now I will ask you to answer."

A few seconds later, Song Jianyu took the phone and threw it aside, looked at Zhu Jiajun who was beside him with an anxious face, "Do you know Zhou Yichen?"

The teenager who was full of memories of those names posted subconsciously nodded, only to find out that the owner of the name was dead, his hands and feet were tied, and even the only mouth used to speak was sealed.

Zhu Jiajun couldn't make a sound, he could only express his shock at the moment with his eyes.

"Want to know why I know?" Song Jianyu lifted his chin, chuckled and took out the small knife he bought for outdoor picnics. The cold blade stuck to the face that still had baby fat. Shang Yang, "Because I am him, the Zhou Yichen who is always dumped food scraps on the table by you, who is nicknamed a sissy, and who is often blackmailed by you except for his grades."

Zhu Jiajun's tears flowed more violently, he struggled to raise his bound hands to him and bowed for mercy.

"Do you want me to let you go? Hahahahahaha." The middle-aged man holding the knife couldn't help laughing, the sharp blade pressed against the scalp of the person under him, and he murmured softly, "At the beginning, I have told you this before, please let me go, please don't target me again, but have you heard it? Press?"

After Song Jianyu finished speaking, he looked at the other party's faltering appearance, sneered and slashed his mouth with a knife, tearing a small gap in the tight tape, "Come on, I will give you a chance to defend yourself, let's talk."

The man who had just regained his freedom opened his voice and shouted out the car window on the spot, "Help! Help—crack!"

Song Jianyu shook the palm of his hand that he had exerted too much force just now, picked up the tape beside him and blocked Zhu Jiajun's mouth again.

After he slapped him with all his strength, the faces of the people in the co-pilot were thrown aside on the spot, and the young man whose mouth was torn and bleeding looked at him with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'll burn paper money for you !I apologize to you, uh uh!!"

Song Jianyu, who had re-gapped the man with tape, smiled lazily, "Apologizing is useful, why should I climb up from hell? You see, you just wasted the only chance you had to talk properly just now." .”

If Zhu Jiajun knew about today in advance, even if there was a knife and hailstorm at home today, he would not agree to go to school, let alone agree to leave with this stranger uncle.

The cold and sharp blade was attached to his hair again, and when the sting came, a sense of wetness gushed out from Zhu Jiajun's body.

Song Jianyu lowered his head, listened to the rustling sound in the co-pilot, and opened all the windows on both sides to the maximum to diffuse the smell.

The person who jumped out of the car stood beside the car and took out the cigarette that Wang Yong hadn't finished smoking from his pocket, lit it and looked at the teenager sitting in the passenger seat.

Zhu Jiajun thought that after he was scared to pee, the other party disliked him and would not touch him with a knife again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the man outside the car window who had finished smoking. After throwing out the cigarette butt, he went straight to the co-pilot, grabbed his hair with one hand and dragged him out.

Zhu Jiajun, who was thrown on the ground, was completely shocked, and his scalp was pulled so painfully that he fell to the ground.

"Do you think I'll let you go when you're scared to pee? When I went to the sink to clean the food residue with the table, I told you more than once to let you go? Why do you think I can let you go like this? ?”

Song Jianyu pressed the knife against his scalp, and roughly shaved off his hair inch by inch.

Five minutes later, a lame man was lying on the ground. Song Jianyu stood up, stretched his muscles, took out his mobile phone and opened the post bar of Jinhe Middle School to log in.

Lifting the person on the ground, he stuffed the phone into the bound hands, "Come on, enter your account number."

Zhu Jiajun cried and entered the account number.

The moment the account was successfully logged in, Song Jianyu took the phone away, clicked on the personal page of the user named Brother Zhu, and saw the content of the posts that the other party had posted in the post bar.

The latest post was at 09:30 yesterday morning, and the title of the post was "The one who committed suicide by jumping off a building a few days ago on August [-]th." "

The middle-aged man standing in the abandoned village, after reading all the content of this post with a frosty face, he posted a new post with the same account without changing his expression.

"That Zhu Jiajun who wet his pants after being kidnapped on August [-]."

As soon as the post was posted, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and pointed it at the boy whose limbs were trapped and his mouth was sealed. He took a photo and uploaded it directly to the post.

As soon as the photo was sent out, the students who carried their mobile phones in the evening self-study screamed in the classroom on the spot.

Jinhe Middle School has no teachers accompanying the class for evening self-study, only two teachers patrol the corridors of each floor from time to time.

The teacher is not here at the moment, and the new post from the post bar makes everyone unable to help but talk.

Song Jianyu put the phone in his pocket, knelt down and looked at the pale boy on the ground, "You know what? I once saved a person, a very good and smart genius, he is a very outstanding person, he would have A bright future, but this time I can't save him..."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Apart from saying sorry, Zhu Jiajun didn't know what else he could do to make up for what he had done.

"Want to apologize?"

The outdoor knife cut the tape on Zhu Jiajun's mouth for the second time, "Come on, I'll give you a chance to apologize. What's the phone number of your school?"

"86354xxxx" Zhu Jiajun honestly gave the school's phone number.

Song Jianyu dialed the phone directly, and the person in the other office answered the phone, "Hi, this is Office No. [-]."

"Hi, I'm Zhou Yichen."

After the person squatting on the grass held up the phone and said this sentence, he put the phone to Zhu Jiajun's ear, "Come on, say hello to your school teacher, tell her who you are and what your name is, and what's going on now matter."

"Teacher, help me! I'm Zhu Jiajun, I've been kidnapped, please save me! It's Zhou Yichen who came back to seek revenge on us."

The night shift teacher holding the phone looked at the unfamiliar number speechlessly, "Crazy, I'm joking and go to another place!"

With a snap, the phone was hung up by the person on the other end.

Zhu Jiajun froze in place, looking at the phone that was hung up in disbelief.

Song Jianyu shrugged, "I'm sorry, it seems that we need to use another way to prove to everyone that you are indeed kidnapped by me at this very moment."

He turned on the video recording function of his mobile phone, then took a few steps back and placed it on a brick not far away, then walked towards Zhu Jiajun, raised his bound hands in front of the camera, and stabbed him from top to bottom with a sharp outdoor camping knife. It went down and directly pierced the bone of the hand.

When he let go of his hand, the people on the ground were already holding that hand and howling in pain.

Song Jianyu picked up the knife without changing his face, walked to the phone again, sent the video shot to the post just now, and left a sentence, "In 3 minutes, the person who hung up on me at school just now , if I didn’t hear you calling again and stabbing him in the neck, the responsibility is entirely on you.”

He didn't care how much the content of the video and that sentence caused an uproar in Jinhe Middle School, and he didn't care that many students in Jinhe Middle School had started to call the police in private.

In Zhu Jiajun's eyes, the people standing by the side of the road were really like a dead soul coming back for revenge.

The crying boy hugging that bloody hand regretted so much why he had dealt with Zhou Yichen like that.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, no matter how much he cries, no one who stands there and returns from hell will let him go.

Two minutes and 53 seconds later, Song Jianyu's cell phone rang.

The person who answered the phone listened to the cautious greeting on the other end of the phone with a blank expression, "You... well, I'm sorry I didn't hang up the phone on purpose just now, please don't be impulsive! Zhu Jiajun is still a child, what can we do? Come down and have a good talk, don't hurt the child, okay? If you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell me!"

The person holding the phone tremblingly looked at the words written by his colleagues on the paper while talking, and read out to the paper, "No matter what difficulties you encounter, we can solve them together. You should calm down first, impulsiveness cannot be solved. anything."

The colleague who kept writing over there was answering the phone at the same time.

After they called the police, the police asked them to stabilize the criminal first, and asked them to make the phone call as long as possible.

"I heard a lot of sorry today, but why are these sorry in my ears so unintentional? Jinhe Middle School has a radio station. Now take the phone to the radio station. I want to say something to all the teachers and students in the school. I've been staring at you all the time, I didn't hear my voice coming from your radio station within 1 minute, and I don't know where to put my strength when I make the next stab."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and handed the phone to Zhu Jiajun who was on the ground, "Student Zhu told your teacher that she hurt your hand after she hung up on you just now, does it hurt?"

"It hurts, teacher, promise him quickly! Please promise him quickly! He is a lunatic."

The teacher and the principal in the office glanced at each other, and the policeman also heard this sentence on the phone connected to the other desk, and immediately ordered, "Follow his orders first, and absolutely don't provoke him!"

After the teacher holding the phone was sure, he said affirmatively to Song Jianyu on the phone, "We're going upstairs now, but this is a landline phone and I can't get it there, can I call you from a different number? "

"Okay, I count to 20 seconds, and I will hear the sound of your school's radio turning on."

"1, 2, 3, 5..."

Song Jianyu reported the number very quickly, and the people in the office over there rushed to the broadcasting room as fast as possible, and dialed the series of numbers again with the landline in the broadcasting room at the moment the other party shouted nineteen.

In the abandoned village, Song Jianyu looked at the new call that popped up on the phone screen, hung up the call just now, and yelled one last time, "20."