Chapter 122 How Does a Fake Story Become True?

Two minutes later.

Pig-headed Zhao Zhixin and fox-faced Hongya came in.

Each of them was holding a heavy black body bag in their hands. The body bag was made of a special material and had a very good seal. Not a drop of blood seeped out.

Then, Zhao Zhixin unzipped one of the body bags, and Liu Yang lay quietly inside, with the body separated.

Zhao Zhixin carefully moved Liu Yang's headless body out of it, as if placing a fragile cargo. He found a suitable position by the wall and leaned the body there.

Then, he continued to take out Liu Yang's head from the body bag, and first gently placed it on the latter's neck.

Then, he suddenly slapped the head with his palm, with such force that the head instantly ejected and hit the wall hard, leaving a bright red mark.

Then, the head rolled in the air and finally fell to the ground, rolling to Yuan Xidi's feet.

"There's only one left, it's not very harmonious." Wang Yu frowned. As a painter, he is very particular about composition.

Feng Mu also felt that the scene was not harmonious. After hearing this, he suddenly realized and uttered three words.

"Is everything packed over there?" Gong Qi asked.

Hong Ya responded crisply, and then reminded Wang Yu: "Sixth Brother, please be careful next time. Don't poke people with the pen tip again. The marks are too obvious."

Wang Yu smiled and nodded obediently.

Zhao Zhixin and Hongya entered the house again and tidied up the scene carefully. Then, they exited the house with satisfaction. Zhao Zhixin gave Li Bashan an affirmative look.

Li Bashan understood and said angrily: "Lao Liu will stay, and the others will withdraw."

Everyone left quickly.

Hong Ya stood quietly at the threshold and safely handed the heavy body bag to senior brother Li Bashan.

Then, she took out a bottle of special spray from her backpack and skillfully sprayed it evenly on the soles of each companion who was about to step out of the threshold.

The moment the liquid came into contact with the soles, it quickly solidified, as if a layer of invisible protective glue had been applied to the soles, ensuring that they would not leave any traces when they left.

Li Bashan rubbed Hong Ya's head with his big hands, then went out and walked downstairs. As expected, there was not even a shoe mark left on the ground.

The rest filed out and left one by one.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Yu was the only one left in the house, while Hong Ya stood guard at the door, waiting quietly.

Niutou and Foxface exchanged a tacit look, and Hongya immediately picked up the spray and sprayed it carefully on the soles of her shoes.

By the time Hong Ya put away the spray, Wang Yu had already taken off his mask and stuffed it into Hong Ya's hand.

Hong Ya put away the mask, looked up at Wang Yu again, and reminded softly: "Brother, there is blood on your clothes. There are spare clothes in the car. Do you want to change?"

Wang Yu shook his head gently, with a faint smile on his lips: "No need."

Hearing the words, Hong Ya nodded slightly, then jumped happily, like a light butterfly, and quickly caught up with the senior brothers who were going downstairs.

Wang Yu watched Hong Ya's back until she disappeared around the corner of the stairs, then turned and entered the house.

He walked slowly around the house, stepping hard on every step, and soon the floor of the house was covered with his bloody footprints.

He walked up to the exploded head, squatted down slowly, and using extremely delicate movements, picked up the skull fragments scattered on the ground one by one, trying to put them back together.

In the process, his clothes were inevitably stained by splashes of blood, and his calm expression gradually took on a hint of sadness.

Hong Ya jumped into the car with light steps, clapped her hands and closed the door. Like a housekeeper, she methodically collected everyone's masks back.

During the recycling process, she took out a rag dipped in special detergent from her bag, and then gently wiped each mask.

Her movements were very meticulous, as if she was afraid of missing any stain. Only after making sure that the mask was restored to its original clean state, she stuffed it back into her bag with a smile on her face.

Feng Mu glanced at Hongya's backpack and was a little curious about how many strange things were packed in that seemingly small backpack.

Gong Qi came over and smiled: "Those sprays were made by Hongya herself. Well, my junior sister is a bit mysophobic, just get used to it."

Feng Mu nodded.

Gong Qi's heart was itching unbearably, but he hesitated to speak: "Junior brother, I'm not curious, I just want to ask, is the Zheng Hang you just lied to the dead man about..."

Hong Ya pricked up her ears and glared at Gong Qi with feigned anger: "Fifth Senior Brother, you are trying to find out about Junior Brother's secret again. Be careful, I will go back and complain to Second Senior Sister."

Feng Mu chuckled lightly and said with half a smile: "Zheng Hang, well, that's a guy who has a crush on my sister. One time I accidentally spied on him having a tryst with my sister in the woods. What a pity..."

Feng Mu drew a long note and sighed: "He went astray, committed murder and absconded. He is wanted by the police station. I don't know where he is hiding now."

Gong Qi was stunned, and his intuition told him that his junior brother was talking nonsense.

Hongya's eyes were shining. She was still young and she loved to hear love stories with twists and turns that would make people cry.

She leaned forward, looked at Feng Mu expectantly, and said, "Junior brother, please elaborate, senior sister would like to hear it!"

Feng Mu grinned and slowly told a story about his sister Feng Yuhuai's hidden underground love affair.

“.……My father, although he is only a small captain in the police station, is a conservative and authoritarian person, quite snobbish, and he looks down on gang members the most. He is determined to train my sister and hope that she can marry into the upper city.”

“He would never allow my sister to hang out with someone like Zheng Hang, so I guess that except for me who accidentally saw it once, no one in the family would know about this underground love affair.”

“Then, I don’t know what happened, Zheng Hang was involved in a murder case, and he disappeared.”

“His father went crazy looking for someone some time ago, and was later shot dead by the police station. Later, my sister was involved in the puppet mother incident, alas…”

The van was driving slowly on the road. In the quiet car, everyone was intoxicated by the tragic story told by Feng Mu.

Hong Ya listened attentively, and finally couldn't help asking: "Junior brother, is Zheng Hang really missing?"

Feng Mu pursed his lips and chuckled: "Of course he can be found if he wants to. If you want to see him, you can just make him appear one day."

Hong Ya was very happy and said with a smile: "Okay, I am kind-hearted and I like to see lovers get married."

Gong Qi rolled his eyes beside him. He was completely sure that Junior Brother was making up stories and Zheng Hang was probably dead.

Feng Mu glanced at Gong Qi and smiled: "Brother, don't you believe it?"

Gong Qi pouted.

Feng Mu grinned and showed his white teeth: "Brother, what do you think I need to do to make this fake story true?"

Gong Qi's eyes suddenly brightened: "This story sounds really interesting. If you need any help, please let me know."

Feng Mu laughed out loud: "Then I will thank you for your kindness on behalf of Zheng Hang."

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