Chapter 143 The Sudden Increase in Game Difficulty Makes It Interesting

"Yo~"

"He's a pervert!"

Feng Mu's voice came through the pair of electronic lenses that flashed with a faint cold light. The lenses seemed to be the deep night sky, reflecting his increasingly cold face.

Yes, Feng Mu appeared at the door of Chang Qingsen's house before dawn.

This is the advantage of getting up early. If you wake up earlier than your prey, you may be able to see the little secrets of your prey.

He gently pushed the frame on his nose, and the focal length of the lens quickly adjusted and returned to normal.

Then, he lowered his head and focused on the mobile phone in his hand. The screen was looping the scene that just happened in the alley - a video of a kitten being cruelly dyed red.

The full name of electronic lenses is multi-functional glasses. It is a high-tech equipment in the police department. It was given to him by the second sister Liu Xie after she "scrapped and destroyed" a pair in the internal inventory.

The function of multi-functional glasses is far more than long-distance video recording and photography. It is also equipped with advanced recording systems, as well as high-tech functions such as thermal imaging and X-ray vision. It can be called a perfect intelligence gathering tool.

Feng Mu skillfully controlled the phone and switched back to the tracking interface. The red dot marked as Chang Qingsen on the screen moved slowly on the map.

He followed calmly and kept a proper distance.

Along the way, he carefully peeked, but unfortunately, Chang Qingsen never showed another extraordinary surprise.

After Chang Qingsen entered the school, Feng Mu stayed for a while and accidentally discovered the surveillance personnel disguised in the patrol room at the gate of the campus, and then turned around and left quietly.

On the way, Feng Mu lowered his head from time to time and replayed the video in his hand several times.

In the video, Chang Qingsen's movements were clean and neat, and every detail revealed his solid foundation and skilled techniques.

He then opened Chang Qingsen's basic information and browsed it carefully. As he read deeper, Feng Mu frowned slightly, and his face gradually became weird.

"Isn't this guy's information carefully disguised?"

Feng Mu has never hesitated to speculate others with the greatest malice. Feng Mu's intuition tells him that Chang Qingsen is not as plain as shown in the information.

On the contrary, Chang Qingsen gave him the feeling that he was more like the characters in the Japanese and Korean suspense dramas he had watched in his previous life - seemingly ordinary and boring on the surface, but actually hidden intelligence and force, all of which were enough to easily crush the perverted murderers of ordinary people.

In particular, Chang Qingsen would rather not go to college and work in the prison system early.

Although in theory, some college entrance examination candidates with less than ideal grades would choose to enter the workplace early, but is Chang Qingsen's motivation really the same as theirs?

Or...

Feng Mu once again carefully compared Chang Qingsen's scores in previous mock exams. He found that whether it was liberal arts or martial arts, whether it was a single subject or the total score, Chang Qingsen's scores were just on the edge of the passing line.

"Control score?"

A terrifying word suddenly popped up in Feng Mu's mind, and his pupils shrank slightly. He was not 100% sure, or maybe he was just too suspicious.

The next second, Feng Mu pursed his lips, thinking maliciously: "But if it is true, then the difficulty of the game that Feng Yuhuai faces will suddenly escalate. Hmm... my stupid Yimoto will not capsize in the gutter, right?"

Feng Mu's eyes fell on the mobile phone map. The two red dots were almost overlapping. The corners of his mouth could not help but rise. He could hardly suppress the joy in his heart and whispered to himself: "It's getting more and more interesting."

Emotionally, Feng Mu undoubtedly prefers his sister. The blood relationship determined by the system makes it difficult for him to give up.

However, he will not give Feng Yuhuai any hints, and even when she is really in trouble, he will never intervene.

"The most important thing is that if Feng Yuhuai capsizes in the gutter here, it proves that this Yimoto does not have much potential and value, and is not worth helping."

"Why not change the emotional investment in him to the person who killed him?"

Feng Mu was actually not feeling well. After all, he still invested a little bit of emotion in Yimoto.

However, there was no way. As the initiator and referee of the game, he had to abide by the rules of the game he had set and must not take sides.

Feng Yuhuai asked him in a text message at night if it was unfair?

Feng Mu was going to teach Feng Yuhuai what real fairness meant. Real fairness was impartiality and no discrimination!

"My name is Feng Mu, and I represent fairness!"

At this moment, Feng Mu had a sudden enlightenment.

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Eighth Middle School.

First Grade Martial Arts Key Class.

In the fourth row by the window, Feng Yuhuai supported his chin with one hand, listening to the cultural class absent-mindedly, his mind full of Chang Qingsen's appearance.

Coincidentally, across a ceiling, Chang Qingsen sat in Feng Yuhuai's position. He sat upright, his back straight, and his eyes were also empty.

The content of the class was too simple for him. It didn't matter whether he listened or not. Besides, his heart had already flown away, flying to the prison.

Although Chang Qingsen didn't tell Chang Wei the truth this morning, he never lied about one thing: prison is the special and alternative university that can benefit him for life.

If you can graduate from the university in prison, wouldn't it be much better than graduating from ordinary universities?

Chang Qingsen glanced at the students who were listening attentively, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes: "When you are in school, studying and practicing according to the textbooks, I have already started to practice."

Chang Qingsen never thought that martial arts can be learned in the classroom. He firmly believed that killing is the fastest way to hone and improve martial arts.

Chang Qingsen gently twisted his head, his eyes penetrated the window, and looked into the distance. Suddenly, the corpse that was moved out of the cafeteria that day appeared in his mind.

"The twisted shape, the shriveled body, the grotesqueness actually contains a unique beauty."

Chang Qingsen was excited, and his little Mori was even engorged with excitement, and raised his head slightly.

He subconsciously bit his nails and thought to himself:

"The murderer should be hidden in this school. Could it be a classmate around me? On the road to the true meaning of martial arts, there are classmates who have walked ahead of me."

"If I can find this person and communicate with him face to face, how great it would be."

Chang Qingsen was tired of simply killing small animals, and that kind of pleasure could no longer satisfy his inner desire.

He felt that his exploration in experiments was enough. After years of practicing skills, he was eager to practice on his peers... to apply what he had learned.

Ding-ling-ling.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and it was time for lunch break.

Chang Qingsen put his hands in his pockets and walked to the cafeteria alone. He was a strict and disciplined person, so he didn't have many friends in school and usually ate alone.

The cafeteria was full. Chang Qingsen got some food casually and stood straight in front of a table full of people. He didn't say anything or urge anyone, just like a silent sculpture, waiting quietly.

Sure enough, the students at that table quickly finished their meal, neatly cleaned up their bowls and chopsticks, and hurried away.

In the distance, you could vaguely hear their dissatisfied mutterings, "Are you sick?" and other words drifting into your ears.

Chang Qingsen didn't care about it at all. He sat down quietly, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the entire table clean in detail.

Then, he sat upright on the chair, chewing every bite of food carefully and swallowing slowly.

"Classmate, can we sit here?"

A gentle and polite voice broke his lonely meal.

Chang Qingsen raised his head expressionlessly, and saw a beautiful and unworldly smiling face that seemed to be untainted by the world.

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