Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Yi Renxin, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the woman sitting in the corner with cold eyes, put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked towards her.

Song Jianyu watched the man walk towards him, bit the bullet and continued, "Stop, stop before you can't turn your head back."

A finger that was still warm from the teacup pinched his chin, condescendingly looking down at the woman sitting on the ground in front of him and persuading him to turn around.

Yi Renxin looked at the pair of ignorant eyes below him, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, leaned over and murmured, "You just said that woman loves me?"

Song Jianyu didn't know where he said the wrong words, but he had reached this point and could only nod his head hard, pretending to be nonchalant, "Yeah, there is no one in this world who wouldn't like his child, your mother saw She is really sad that you have become like this."

"Chi -" A sneer came out of Yi Renxin's mouth.

Standing in front of this woman tied up on the operating table, Yi Renxin helped her tidy her messy hair, "My kindness, you left me after the Niutoushan Reservoir, thinking that I was too evil Rescue, then you should be on my body before that, living with me, right?"

Song Jianyu heard that the logic was fine, and nodded his head lightly, "It's about the same." He didn't dare to talk too much, and he could find a way to remedy it if something went wrong.

"So—" Yi Renxin grabbed his long hair tightly, forcing the people on the ground to look up at him, "A woman who died in my hands, but you said she would love me? A woman who lived with me When you saw me kill that woman, how did you come up with the drama that she loves me and I love her? Huh?"

Song Jianyu's hair was grabbed, and the man whose scalp was pulled so painfully gasped, "You killed her!"

Yi Renxin didn't answer this question, he looked at the face in front of him and patted her cheek with the other hand, "At first I thought you really came out of my kindness, but now you remind me of another possible."

"Are you thinking too much? I'm really just talking casually. Your mother really didn't hate you back then, because she knew you had to!"

"I have to?" The young man standing in front of him seemed to have heard some huge joke, he pulled up the person sitting on the ground, put him back on the operating table, and calmly pushed the person back into the operating room, " Soon, you too will know the true meaning of compulsion."

The man on the operating table was struggling desperately, but his feet were tied with iron chains and he couldn't move his body much. He was soon tied back on the operating table and could not move.

Yi Renxin walked to the messy cabinet in the distance that was rummaged by people, took out the medicines that were still usable in it, walked over, took out the entire surgical knife that he carried with him, and turned on the shadowless light above his head, Yi Renxin looked down. Lying on his back with eyes open and glaring at him.

"You are too noisy and too good at running, so in order for us to get along happily in the future, we have to change the way we get along."

Unable to move, Song Jianyu was given several injections of unknown liquid. When he watched the other party take off his pants and disinfect his knees, a burst of severe pain came from there.

"I've been wondering what kind of existence you are until you called out the name Wen Li today."

The person wearing a mask and holding a scalpel operated the entire operation alone, and had time to talk to the person who was lying there clearly feeling the pain.

"I read a newspaper in 98, when a student from Yunda dreamed of the place where the serial murderer was hiding the No. 7 victim, and then came to save the No. 7 victim alone."

Yi Renxin raised his head and looked at the face whose eyes could only move due to the large amount of muscle relaxants and anesthetics, "We always thought that your ability to enter dreams is half-true, maybe you found it in other ways." Clue, wanting to be everyone's hero."

Song Jianyu couldn't speak, all the sensations in his whole body were in his knees.

The touch and pain of the skin being cut by the knife made him wish to pass out now, but after countless experiments, the liquid injected into his body was the most precise dose, which could wake him up. Feeling the pain of being lingering, but not really being tortured by the pain to the point of consciousness collapse.

Yi Renxin continued to work, looked at the knee tissue that he had opened, changed tools and continued to cut, "Wen Yan entered the Public Security Bureau with the front foot, and you shouted the name Wen Li at me with the back foot, more than that." This time and before, you know very little information every time, but you can quickly have new information to deal with me. I think your real identity should be Song Zongming. Those who said it went up a notch."

Song Jianyu was speechless, and the person lying on his back looked at the shadowless lamp above with his eyes open, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead and wet his hair.

"If my father knew what your real ability is, he would not have walked into the police station so easily. He would have arrested you and disassembled your internal organs bit by bit to research the source of your ability. make it their own."

During the three-and-a-half-hour operation, Song Jianyu remained awake but could not utter a single word.

When the operation was over, Yi Renxin walked up to him with the things unloaded from the tray, and turned his head to look at the two palm-sized pieces of body tissue in the tray.

"Your meniscus grows much younger than your age." Yi Renxin didn't take off his gloves, and turned over the meniscus tissue in the knee in the tray with blood left over from the operation, "take a good rest, or use Your ability possesses me, otherwise you will never have the chance to walk out of this operating room in your life, Song Zongming."

Yi Renxin left the operating room. The young man who closed the door walked to the trash can, took off the disposable rubber gloves on both hands, took two cut-off menisci, put them in a transparent glass jar, and put them in the kitchen refrigerator Inside.

Inside this refrigerator, there are still the eyes of the flower-armed brother who sneaked up on him in the alley last time.

The two eyeballs that had been completely removed were floating in the embalming solution with a strange sense of beauty.

Yi Renxin looked at those eyeballs, put the glass tube with the meniscus in it with a calm expression, and then closed the refrigerator door.

Song Jianyu in the operating room didn't know when he fell asleep, or passed out completely.

The person who opened his eyes again in his bedroom, before he had time to see the red flag directly opposite, Song Zongming who was waiting by the side rushed forward.

"How did you find your son? Have you found the twelve hostages?"

Song Zongming didn't sleep at all at night, and came in every hour to check on his sleeping son. Now when he saw someone woke up, he rushed up and shook his shoulder, asking how his possession was going.

"I haven't found it yet, I want to go to the bathroom."

Song Jianyu pushed away the person who was holding him tightly, lifted the quilt on his body and looked at his intact legs, carefully raised his hand to roll up the pajama pants, and looked at his intact legs without saying a word Go into the restroom not far away.

Standing in front of the bathroom sink, Song Jianyu washed his face vigorously with cold water several times. The person who supported his face with his hands looked at the involuntarily trembling arms, took a deep breath, got up, opened the door and walked out.

Song Zongming, who didn't sleep at night outside the door, looked at him eagerly.

Looking at his son's pale face, he said hastily, "I saw that you haven't woken up after sleeping for a long time, so I will help you heat the meal in the pot. Can you eat something before going to sleep?"

After finishing speaking, he was about to go out to the kitchen to bring Song Jianyu food.

"I have no appetite, I want to go out for a while."

Song Jianyu didn't want to eat anything now, so he went to the bedside, picked up his mobile phone, and called Qin Shiguan.

Qin Shiguan, who was temporarily sleeping in the office, opened his eyes and skillfully picked up the phone when he heard the first ring.

"It's me, haven't you rested yet? We probably won't be going home anytime soon."

Song Jianyu stood by the window and looked at the trees in the dark night outside the window, "Is Wen Yan still in your police station? I want to take a closer look at him."

"You want to come here?" Qin Shiguan sat up and looked towards the interrogation room with the closed door in the distance.

Wen Yan has been in the interrogation room for 36 consecutive hours. The other party’s willpower is amazing. Even if he personally admits that the serial murders in 98 were all done by him, there is no physical evidence or witnesses. legal efficiency.

If these people wanted to really capture the evidence of his crime, they asked Song Zongming to find out the twelve hostages he had kidnapped now.

He took the initiative to put evidence of his crime on each hostage.

"He should be resting now."

The people in the interrogation room have never wronged themselves. Wen Yan answered when he sat in the room and wanted to answer, and closed his eyes when he didn't want to answer.

The whole person is so confident that he doesn't care whether the police will really find evidence of his murder. All he wants is the sense of control that everyone is controlled by him and directed by him, and is above everyone.

"I don't need to talk to him or say hello, just let me take a look through the single-sided glass."

The words that Agou told him floated in Song Jianyu's mind.

His mother was the first person Ah Gou killed. Only A Gou and Wen Yan know what happened back then.

"I'll have someone arrange a car to pick you up."

Qin Shiguan saw that he persisted and did not refuse again, so he called the special police next door to say hello to protect them.

At 01:30 in the middle of the night, Song Jianyu appeared in the compound of the Municipal Public Security Bureau wearing a hoodie and a mask. Those who entered the Criminal Investigation Brigade walked across the brightly lit office to the surveillance room in the far corridor.

Standing in front of the monitoring room, Song Jianyu looked at the huge single-sided glass and at the real murderer 863 sitting on the other end.

"The first bone you dug up from his old residence, did you find out the specific cause of her death?"