Chapter 117 Encrypted Email, Danger, Danger (Two-in-One Chapter)

Behind the closed curtains, the room was filled with a faint gloom. The mottled old light bulb on the ceiling flickered unsteadily like a heartbeat, and the light swayed between light and dark, reflecting a face that was disfigured after being engulfed by flames, which looked even more terrifying.

He sat near the door, and the keyboard tapping sound in front of the computer screen came one after another. He was sending an encrypted email to a mailbox.

On the wooden bed opposite the door, the dark No. 2 sat cross-legged, his whole black face drooped, and he was concentrating on playing with the ant stick.

Around him, around the pillow, there was a thin layer of ant corpses that were mashed into a paste. From time to time, he would dip his fingers in it and then put it in his mouth to make a sound.

The sound of keyboard tapping and finger sucking came one after another.

On the email window, the following text was typed:

First, the delivery person quietly sneaked into No. 47 Middle School in the past few days and cleverly stole the information of students who had not yet been officially "cancelled".

[Feng Mu: Male

One-inch photo: Feng Mu.jpg

Age: 17

Root bone: 49 (entrance test)

Score: 521 for liberal arts, 236 for martial arts, total score 757. (First mock exam for senior high school students)

Home address: xxx community, xxx street, 9th district

Current situation: gave up the exam and graduated early. (Time: March 18, 233)

Citizen rank: blank citizen

Father: Feng Ju

Occupation: Police chief

Citizen rank: D

Mother: Wang Xiuli

Occupation: None

Citizen rank: blank citizen

Sister: Feng Yuhuai

Occupation: Senior high school student

Citizen rank: Not registered, has not yet taken the college entrance examination. ]

After the basic file information was entered, the receiver's mouth curled up with a trace of cold mockery, and a trace of complacency flashed in his eyes, as if saying: "You can fool others, but don't try to fool me."

He then tapped lightly on the keyboard and entered the following content:

[Feng Mu has been working in the incinerator since he dropped out of school. His current disguised identity is a cremator (Note: He has not appeared at his workplace for five consecutive days, suspected of absconding?). ]

Then, the receiver began to sort out and summarize the recent major and minor events in District 9, sorting out a series of complex information in an orderly manner.

Then, he typed his conclusion in the email word by word at a slow and firm speed:

[The student and the cremator are just roles played by Feng Mu. We highly suspect that his true identity is actually [Mask]. ]

[After my verification, the black core is likely to have fallen into the hands of [Mask]. ]

At the end, the receiver tapped his fingertips on the keyboard, and as the text appeared on the screen, the truth of a certain incident was being restored by him:

[After my in-depth investigation, Feng Mu's past resume seemed ordinary, without any eye-catching abnormalities. ]

[But just a few days before he dropped out of school, a murder occurred in No. 47 Middle School, and behind this incident seemed to be clues related to the evil sacrifice. ]

[The patrol room was eager to solve the case and identified the murderer as Zheng Hang (note, the son of Zheng Si, the former boss of the Green Wolf Gang). ]

The receiver smiled contemptuously and typed out the conclusion:

[I infer that the real murderer of the evil sacrifice is suspected to be Feng Mu, and the target of the evil sacrifice is the puppet mother. ]

In order to support this conclusion, the receiver listed a lot of reasoning evidence, among which the most critical evidence was the attempted attack on the night of April 11.

[…The attack failed, Feng Mu's sister Feng Yuhuai was rescued by the minions of the puppet mother who was secretly guarding, and the missing Zhang Hao was confirmed that night and was made into a human puppet. ]

The receiver recalled the scene of that night, his face was extremely ugly, and he typed harder on the keyboard.

[I can fully confirm that Feng Mu was favored by the Puppet Mother and was a potential host parasitized by the seeds. He gained power by feeding the Puppet Mother, and used it to control the Puppet Mother's minions and secretly protect his sister. ]

[The murder in 47 was the first time Feng Mu offered sacrifices to the Puppet Mother, and it was the beginning of his fall into the Mask. ]

Note that here, the receiver used the word "fall". If someone with a keen eye peeks between the lines of this email, they may be able to catch a subtle clue from it and savor the complex charm behind these two words.

The Corpse Cult is a cult.

The Puppet Mother is an evil god.

They are all evil, and who is more righteous than who, but accusing the other party of falling is ridiculous.

But, the world is so interesting!

The Corpse Cult regards the Black Core as everything, and believes that the practice of the Puppet Mother and her minions in creating human puppets is a blasphemy against the living, and the correct approach is to let the living die.

Similarly, the Puppet Mother and her minions sneer at the teachings of the Corpse Cult, thinking that the practice of the Corpse Cult is a blasphemy against corpses, and the correct approach is to give the dead eternal life.

The receiver recalled the dregs of the Puppet Mother, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He continued to type on the keyboard:

[In the past, our Corpse Cult and the Puppet Mother also had conflicts, but those conflicts were superficial, and our core was not coveted. ]

[But this time is different. The Mask has taken away the Black Core, which is an extremely dangerous signal. ]

[The Puppet Mother, the evil god who once only blasphemed and played with corpses, seems to no longer be satisfied with what she did in the past. She is secretly manipulating her minions, cleverly moving her tentacles around the corpses and touching the Black Core. ]

[The Puppet Mother has shown a completely different desire for the Black Core than before, which is very dangerous and disadvantageous to our Corpse Cult.]

[The Black Core must not be coveted!!!]

[Compared to the loss of a box of Black Cores, I think the more serious thing is that we must figure out whether the Mask's theft of the Black Cores was his own behavior or he was instructed by the Puppet Mother.]

[This determines whether our Corpse Cult will prepare for a life-and-death war with the Puppet Mother and her minions.]

The receiver personally holds the second view. He does not think that the Puppet Mother's minions have the courage to covet and rob the Corpse Cult's things on their own initiative.

The receiver's fingers became heavy as he typed on the keyboard, and his disfigured face became more gloomy.

In the end, he typed the final conclusion:

[Danger! Danger! Danger!]

[This matter is very serious, I dare not make a rash conclusion. The situation in District 9 is tense and full of dangers, and every step needs to be cautious. I request that more brothers and sisters in the church be sent to reinforce as soon as possible, and work together to cut off the Puppet Mother's tentacles that have crossed the border. ]

At this point, the receiver has finished writing the work results and reports for this period.

He moved the mouse to the [Send] button, hesitated for a moment, and then moved it away.

He knew that as an elite believer in the Corpse Cult, it was far from enough to just submit a work summary.

"If I want to get promoted in the church, in addition to reporting work results, I also need to propose action strategies or suggestions for the next stage, so that I can get a 'promotion and salary increase'." The receiver thought to himself.

He pondered for a moment, tapped the keyboard again, and began to enter new content.

[I investigated the family relationship of Mask Feng Mu. ]

[Feng Ju was hospitalized with a broken arm, suspected to be the work of Mask. I came to the following conclusion: Feng Mu had a bad relationship with his father, so he could kill him. ]

[Feng Ju did not know Feng Mu's true identity. ]

[But it is not ruled out that this was a careful plan by Mask, a self-directed and self-acted self-torture plan, aimed at clearing his suspicion from the official side. ]

[And, on April 11, Feng Yuhuai was attacked, and the puppet mother's minions did not hesitate to expose their identities to save people. ]

[Comparing the two, Feng Yuhuai's position in Feng Mu's heart must be much higher than his father. ]

[Considering that Feng Mu has disappeared recently and is suspected of absconding, the search has been fruitless. ]

[I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai. Through actions around Feng Yuhuai, we can force Feng Mu to show up, try to capture him alive, interrogate the whole story, and find out whether the whole thing was done by him personally or...]

The typing sound of the receiver suddenly stopped, and his ears trembled slightly, catching the subtle and dense sounds coming from the corridor.

Bang!

Before he could make a judgment, he caught it from the corner of his eye. The security door suddenly bulged inward, twisted and deformed, the central axis was squeezed and broken, and the wall on one side of the door frame also exploded, and broken bricks splashed.

A pair of terrifying hands tore the door panel in half, and then a hideous monster head like a tiger's head poked out of the door.

The huge shadow under the dim light seemed to cover the whole room in an instant, and the air was frozen.

The ugly face of the receiver froze, and he stood up suddenly. The alarm bell in his heart sounded sharply like an alarm in the wind: "The puppet mother's minions are coming?!!"

He nervously reached out to grab the mouse and moved towards the [Send] button.

Hiss——

A snake-faced monster with a human body quietly emerged from behind the evil tiger and appeared beside the receiver in an instant. His two arms waved, like two flexible snake tails, whipping in the air, making a hissing sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

The receiver felt the hair on his neck stand up instantly. Facing the hissing snake hand, he decisively let go of the mouse and jumped back.

The table was hit by the "snake tail" and broke instantly. The cracked lines were as weird as spirals, reminiscent of the traces of being tightly strangled by a giant python.

The table broke, but the "snake tail" stopped abruptly. He turned his wrist and picked up the laptop and put it behind him. He was very ethical and didn't even peek at the content of the email.

At the same time, from under the gloomy snake mask, the low voice of the fifth brother Gong Qi came out: "Little junior brother, why not take a look at the content on the computer."

"Thank you, fifth senior brother!"

Feng Mu, wearing a goat mask, took the notebook and carefully browsed the content of the email. Under the cover of the mask, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an intriguing arc.

Feng Mu's mind was spinning wildly. He probably understood the reasoning of the receiver. His logic was rigorous and the arguments were sufficient. It was simply impeccable.

"I am the host of the puppet mother. I commanded the puppet mother's minions to save Feng Yuhuai. I am a good brother who loves and guards my sister in the dark?"

"Next, when the evil corpse cult comes to help, they can make a fuss about Feng Yuhuai and force me, the good brother, to show up?"

"Great, I didn't expect that the next script could be written like this. With just a little bit of change, I can copy homework."

Feng Mu half closed the lid of the notebook, withdrew his eyes from the screen, and looked at the receiver with a complicated look, with an indescribable deep tone: "I didn't expect that all my secrets were dug out by you."

He sighed faintly: "You are a rare talent. I can't bear to kill you. If you are willing to turn from darkness to light and kill the black-faced fool next to you, I can spare your life. How about it?"

Before the receiver could reply, Dark No. 2 could no longer bear it. He kicked the wall with his feet and rushed up.

"Feng Mu, liar!" Dark No. 2 howled, the voice was full of uncontrollable anger and deep grievance

Snake-faced Gong Qi was slightly stunned, and involuntarily glanced at the goat-faced man beside him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if silently asking: "Little Junior Brother, what did you do to make this black-faced guy lose his mind so much."

Li Bashan stood still, his eyes under the tiger face were calm, and there was not even a trace of murderous intent on his body. He only said in a muffled voice: "Little Junior Brother, does this guy want to live or die?"

Feng Mu wanted to do it himself, but seeing that there were only two people in the room, he immediately realized that there were not enough people to share.

The senior brothers kindly brought me to the team building, and I can't let them go empty-handed.

Forget it, there is no need to do it yourself, just paddling by the side, and the enemy will be wiped out. It will be a different kind of pleasure~

Feng Mu sighed and said kindly: "We are old friends. Please give him a quick death."

"Okay!"

Li Bashan uttered a word, and the restrained momentum suddenly burst out. The sticky and terrifying murderous intent seemed to have substance, permeating the air, as if the whole house was instantly painted with a layer of bloody paint.

The air was filled with a pungent and rich fishy smell, which made people dizzy, as if every breath was filled with the taste of blood.

The explosive pace of Dark No. 2 suddenly paused. He felt that the air around him seemed to have turned into a bloody quagmire. The sticky texture was like countless tiny tentacles, tightly wrapped around his steps and fists, making his body stiff and slow.

The temples on both sides were like being hit by a hammer, swelling up, the veins on the forehead were bulging, and the blood vessels seemed to burst at any time because they could not bear the pressure.

Dark No. 2 howled strangely, stomped his feet heavily on the ground, and with a loud bang, his strange hand with intertwined muscles and bones raised fiercely, rotting corpse fluid splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

Li Bashan stood still, looking at Dark No. 2 who rushed to him and punched him indifferently. There was no joy or sadness under the mask, and he just raised his hand lightly.

In an instant, the bloody smell that permeated the whole room seemed to have life, and it quickly gathered like a young swallow returning to the nest, turning into a circle of flowing liquid, tightly wrapped around Li Bashan's thick arm that was like cast steel.

Li Bashan did not have any gorgeous moves, just the most natural downward pressure of his arm, silently, but with unmatched power.

It was unstoppable and unavoidable.

I don’t know what Dark No. 2, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt at this moment.

Anyway, under the goat face, Feng Mu's pupils shrank to the point of a needle when he saw his senior brother Li Bashan take action for the first time.

Even though he knew that his senior brother was a friendly army, he still felt a chill rising from his spine and his scalp tingled involuntarily.

Feng Mu stared at the disgusting black hand of Dark No. 2 without blinking, and saw that the moment it touched the palm of his senior brother, the hand collapsed like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Whether it was muscles or bones, they were like burning wax liquid, flattened effortlessly by the spatula that fell from the sky, dripping on the ground, and melted into a pool of mud.

The results of the hospital examination came out.

Not very good, but not too bad, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Following the doctor's advice, I went to the hospital with all my heart.

I will stay for about 7-10 days, and the doctor didn't say how long I will stay.

Lao Shu's book is doing pretty well. I can only say that I will be lying in the hospital, and I will write out chapters every day even if I use my phone to type, and try my best to keep updating.

Unless it is too unbearable after minimally invasive surgery one day, I will keep updating as long as I can bear it.

I am typing on my phone, if you see any typos, please remind me.