Chapter 239 Friend, I Heard You Wanted to See Me?

Today is a day worth remembering for Wang Cong.

He will never forget what happened today.

Everything that happened today was too ups and downs, and every incident was full of reversals and ironies, revealing to him the true face of the cold and cruel world.

He originally thought that if he sold out his conscience, sold out everything, and dyed his heart black, he would be able to better embrace the world and gain light.

But he did not expect that when he opened his black heart to show it to others, the world would give him a deeper and bottomless darkness in return.

His fresh black heart was casually abused by a darker person and then thrown away.

And,

What Wang Cong could not understand was that when he completely fell into the abyss of darkness and was about to rot and maggot in despair, a hand reached out from the abyss and grabbed him.

Like a ray of light that tore through the darkness, it shone into his pupils, but this time, the light was not as tender as before, but like a red-hot iron, fiercely stabbing into his chest, stabbing his black heart with blood.

Pain!

The excruciating pain made Wang Cong howl hysterically on the corpse transporter all the way, and the sound echoed in the cold iron carriage, accompanied by the bumpy shaking all the way.

Finally, when Wang Jian carefully handed an urn to Wang Cong's trembling hands as if he were a madman, his body was already in so much pain that he couldn't help but spasm.

However, in this heart-wrenching pain, Wang Cong strangely felt a twisted pleasure.

Pain and addiction!

"Feng Mu, I want to see Feng Mu, will Feng Mu come?"

Wang Cong held the urn, crying and laughing like a madman, his eyes were red like burning coal, but flashing a strange light.

He stared at Wang Jian, his trembling voice was filled with strong fear, and there was a morbid desire in the fear.

Feng Mu was no longer just a simple light to Wang Cong, but a fatal attraction to moths like a candlelight in the dark night. He was afraid that the light would illuminate his rotten shadow, but he was eager to get close to it and use the temperature to dispel the coldness of the night, even if the flame would burn himself to death.

But it didn't matter, because he also longed for the pain of being burned!

Wang Jian took a step back in fear and replied, "I don't know, Feng Mu didn't say, why don't you call Feng Mu and ask?"

Wang Cong swallowed his saliva, wanting to call but not daring to. He stared at Wang Jian, and Wang Jian's scalp was numb when he was looked at, so he could only help Wang Cong make this call.

The call was connected, and it was soon hung up again.

Wang Jian spread his hands to Wang Cong and said, "Feng Mu said he has something to do, so he won't come. You can go home directly."

Wang Cong stopped crying and laughing. His facial expression seemed to have suddenly frozen. He left the incinerator with the urn in his arms and walked into the darkness without street lights.

"Is this your friend?" Wang's father, wearing a wrinkled work suit and slightly hunched, came out from somewhere with a hoarse voice.

Wang Jian turned his head and was a little surprised by his father's sudden appearance:

"Dad, haven't you already got off work? Oh, this person is not a friend, I don't know him, he is Feng Mu's friend, I just helped him today."

Wang's father nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Well, that's good. In the future, try to stay away from this person."

Wang Jian was slightly stunned. In his memory, his father rarely asked who he was dating.

He asked suspiciously, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

Father Wang coughed heavily a few times, his voice even hoarser: "This person's emotional fluctuations are too huge, his body may not be able to bear it, and he is about to be deformed."

Wang Jian couldn't help laughing:

"Dad, don't you joke. No expert on the Internet has said that emotional fluctuations can lead to distortion. Besides, shouldn't distortions be out of control suddenly? And can people detect it in advance? Doesn't that mean you are better than those experts?"

Father Wang did not refute his son's doubts, but just sighed:

"Your father doesn't go online much, so I don't understand what those experts say. But your father has been burning corpses in the incinerator for a lifetime. Even if I don't use my eyes, I can smell the smell of corpses from that person's bones from a long distance."

Wang Jian felt that what his father said had no scientific basis. Besides, he had also entered the incinerator to burn hundreds of corpses. Why didn't he smell the smell of corpses on Wang Cong just now?

Is it because he didn't burn enough, or is it that his father's nose is better?

Wang Jian looked at his father who kept coughing, thought about it, and listened to the advice from the heart. He kindly sent a reminder text message to his friend Feng Mu.

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Wang Cong walked in the dark night road like a zombie, holding two urns in his arms, one for his father and the other for his mother.

It is true that one person is a family, which looks a bit creepy.

He wandered aimlessly on the street and walked back home in a daze.

Sitting at the dining table, looking at the empty house, Wang Cong's heart seemed to be dug out forever.

"Or, I should be burned with my parents today!" Wang Cong thought.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and threw it on the coffee table casually. The mobile phone had run out of power long ago, but he had no intention of charging it.

Wang Cong just sat there, with empty eyes and expressionless face, motionless like a dry corpse that had not been burned.

The hands of the old clock slowly turned, and Wang Cong fell asleep unconsciously.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Cong suddenly woke up. He turned his head and looked to the side. On the sofa next to him, where his father always sat, there was a person sitting quietly.

The room was dark because the lights were off. He could not see the man's face clearly. He could only vaguely see the outline of a person in the dark.

Wang Cong opened his eyes wide, breathing rapidly, and the whole person seemed to come alive suddenly. He subconsciously asked: "Feng Mu, is that you?"

Rather than asking if the man was Feng Mu, it would be better to say that he hoped that the person sitting there would be Feng Mu.

The hands of the clock jumped slightly, making a faint "tick-tock" sound, but in Wang Cong's perception, it seemed as if he had experienced a long wait of an era. The low and faint voice finally responded to his call:

"Awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

The body in the dark leaned forward slightly, and the blurred face slowly emerged with facial features. The familiar and calm smile on the face, who else could it be but Feng Mu?

Wang Cong's heart twitched violently, and the pain almost made it difficult for him to breathe, but a strong hope was burning in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice:

"You are here after all!"

Feng Mu's mouth curled up into a bright and sincere smile, and he said: "I heard that you really wanted to see me, so I came, my friend!"

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