Chapter 145 The Third Person in the Dark Appears Online

Feng Mu left the pharmacy quickly, and confirmed two things on this trip.

The good news is that there are also marrow cleansing pills in the world;

The bad news is that pharmacies don't sell them.

Marrow cleansing pills are products that can only be exchanged at designated exchange offices, with a high-level citizen level and a large amount of citizen points, which is what everyone calls a "three-necessity" product.

"It seems that the label of 2/3 corpses can't be removed for a while."

Feng Mu sighed, and he also thought about asking his senior brothers and sisters for help, but he was just thinking about it and didn't rush to ask for it.

He is not a person who only knows how to ask for things, and he has no crazy idea of ​​leading his sect to rob the official exchange office for the time being.

That would be more criminal than robbing a bank.

Feng Mu raised his head and found that the crowd on the street was gradually sparse, and the surrounding tranquility was in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the day.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and skillfully opened a tracking application.

On the screen, two small red dots clearly showed the location. They had left the campus and almost overlapped.

He could not help but be slightly surprised, and muttered to himself: "Hey, Feng Yuhuai followed Chang Qingsen's house directly, and the progress was so fast. I thought Feng Yuhuai would wait until tomorrow's deadline before taking action."

Feng Mu reflected: "It seems that I underestimated Yimoto's execution ability to take human lives. Very good, very good."

Feng Mu immediately turned into the dark alley behind the pharmacy and carefully pulled out a strange mask from his arms.

It is called a mask, but it is more like a portrait carefully drawn by a brush.

It depicts the lines of a human face, which are delicate and realistic, and lifelike.

The trend and depth of the lines all reveal a disturbing sense of reality, making it hard to believe that this is just a flat object.

It is so realistic, as if it is a layer of skin peeled off from the face of a corpse, but the expression is dead and stiff, lacking some freshness.

Feng Mu gently put the mask on his face. He didn't know what the mask was made of. The moment it touched his skin, it seemed to turn into a layer of liquid glue, sticking to and penetrating into the pores on his face, and blending into it in the blink of an eye.

Feng Mu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the front camera, and slowly aimed the lens at his face.

"This is indeed a masterpiece created by the junior sister and the sixth senior brother. It can simulate Zheng Hang's facial features so perfectly. The only difference is the face shape and bone structure."

Feng Mu was full of admiration. At the same time, he activated the [Embryosculpture] skill and gently adjusted the bone shape of the "face".

A few minutes later.

[Zheng Hang] walked out of the alley, he looked around, then took out a black mask and put it on his "face", then looked down at his mobile phone, and walked quickly into the night.

The pharmacy was not far from Chang Qingsen's home, and Feng Mu arrived at his destination on foot not long after.

Chang Qingsen's home is located on the first floor. The curtains in the living room are casually open, and a middle-aged woman can be seen busy in the kitchen. The curtains in the bedroom are tightly drawn, and only a figure can be vaguely seen sitting by the bed.

The green trees and grass outside the window are shrouded in the night, and it seems a little dim, just right for hiding a person.

Perhaps because of the bitter love, [Zheng Hang] found the figure of his sweetheart almost in an instant.

The latter was squatting under the woods, groping in the grass with his hands, looking for something he had dropped.

"Hello, do you need help?" [Zheng Hang] passed by and asked Feng Yuhuai. He was kind-hearted.

Feng Yuhuai quickly looked up at the enthusiastic passerby and whispered, "Oh, I accidentally dropped something. Thank you, no need to help."

[Zheng Hang] was immediately happy, because the makeup on Feng Yuhuai's face was obviously disguised. The makeup was very thick and a bit old-fashioned, and he wore a pair of disguise artifacts on his face - black-framed glasses.

[Zheng Hang] glanced at Feng Yuhuai meaningfully, nodded and left.

After turning a few corners, he appeared at the door of the unit diagonally opposite. He opened the unit door, stepped onto the stairs, and came to the first and second floors.

The lights in the stairs seemed to be broken, and it seemed quiet and dark.

The unit windows had not been cleaned for a long time and were covered with dust. He stood there quietly, and looking from the outside in, it seemed that a blurry face could be seen in the haze, as if it had merged into the window, which looked particularly gloomy and weird.

Feng Yuhuai, who was looking down pretending to look for something, suddenly felt a chill on her back. She turned her head and looked around, as if there were eyes behind her watching her, which made her feel inexplicably terrified.

Feng Yuhuai's face darkened when she didn't see any suspicious figures. She now believed in her sixth sense very much.

Fortunately, the feeling of being watched did not bring her a strong sense of danger, which comforted Feng Yuhuai a little.

She thought to herself that maybe it was just a resident in the community who was standing by the window at night and looking out casually, and happened to catch her figure.

Feng Yuhuai suppressed her restlessness and took out her mobile phone several times, trying to send messages to Chang Qingsen, trying to find a reason to lure him out of the house.

However, she searched her mind but could not find a suitable excuse.

After all, she couldn't tell him directly: "I found your house through the positioning of the doll. It is now hiding in the bushes outside your window. Come out and return the doll to me."

Such a statement was too suspicious.

In the final analysis, she and Chang Qingsen only met once, and they didn't know each other well enough, so many excuses for deceiving him could not be used for the time being.

"So, it's easier to kill someone you know well." Feng Yuhuai thought.

She made a decision and planned to wait until the night got darker, until most of the residents in the community had turned off the lights and went to sleep, and then take action and break into the house quietly.

She looked up and glanced at the figure sitting upright behind the curtains, and a cold and fierce light flashed in her eyes.

From committing crimes in "public places" on campus to committing crimes in houses tonight, this step of change is undoubtedly huge, and Feng Yuhuai still hopes to do it as covertly as possible.

"My love, what are you waiting for?" [Zheng Hang], who was watching everything with affection, couldn't help but feel suspicious.

After a little thought, he took out his mobile phone, touched the screen with his fingertips, and edited a loving text message and sent it out:

-Baby, where are you now and what are you doing? I really can't hold it back, I want to run to you tonight!

Feng Yuhuai unlocked her phone and saw this sudden text message. Her face was as dark as clouds, so gloomy that water could almost drip out.

It was another text message that was sent to the wrong person for no reason. She was in no mood to care about it at the moment.

She blacklisted the text message without hesitation and deleted it.

Then, her phone accidentally slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Feng Yuhuai almost cried out in pain, but she gritted her teeth and resisted the impulse. Her cheek suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if countless fine needles were piercing her, and a strange blood mark appeared on her skin.

Feng Yuhuai's face was distorted by the severe pain. It felt like a needle was constantly piercing her face, and then turning back and forth in her flesh, again and again, as if her face was being embroidered as silk.

"Ahhhh, it hurts, Chang Qingsen, ahhh." Feng Yuhuai bit her lips until they bled, and she stared at the room behind the curtains.

Inside the room, Chang Qingsen's fingers flew, quickly threading the needle on the rag doll.

Suddenly, his movements froze, as if time had stopped at this moment.

He gently lifted the needle tip and sniffed it gently at the tip of his nose. A strange feeling came over him, and he smelled a familiar and exciting smell.

"This is the smell of blood, but why is the rag doll bleeding?"