Chapter 354: The Tiger Poisons Eat the Baby? The Rebellious Son Is Filial

"That's-"

Feng Mu's voice suddenly became as light as a wisp of smoke.

"When you climb up from the ground with your feet."

He slowly raised his head, his broken forehead was like a pomegranate split by a sharp axe, and blood beads rolled down his eyelashes, and scarlet flowers bloomed on his cold teeth.

The face was still terrifyingly calm, as if wearing a blood-soaked mask, all emotions were pulled away, leaving only the creepy... empty!

"Once falling—"

The tip of his tongue caught the dripping blood.

"It will be crushed to pieces."

Feng Mu's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, wandering in the cold air of the interrogation room. Before he finished speaking, a heart-wrenching scream exploded in the interrogation room.

Chen Yang staggered back, his right hand trembled violently on his chest, and the protruding blood vessels on his wrist were squirming like earthworms. The fist peaks twisted into strange angles under the squeeze of the handcuff rings, and the finger bones made a shattering sound that made people teeth sore.

Blood oozed out of the gaps in the deformed handcuff rings, drawing a scarlet arc under the pale incandescent lamp.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of blood beads hitting the ground.

Chen Yang's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his back teeth were chewing.

His eyes looked like poisonous arrows, and he wanted to nail Feng Mu to the interrogation chair. However, Feng Mu just casually licked his bloody lips, revealing a creepy smile:

"So, when you climb up, you can't let go even if you die, because the moment you let go-away-"

Chen Yang trembled and untied his handcuffs, and rotten flesh stuck to the handcuff rings, revealing the sunken knuckles below. The blood-seeking skin around him was bluish like a corpse, which was particularly creepy under the pale light.

"It's the time of death is coming." Feng Mu's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Chen Yang's heartbeats a beat. He stared at his twisted right hand, and a terrible thought exploded in his mind:

"This hand is useless?!"

The deformed handcuffs hit the ground, making a heart-pounding sound.

Chen Yang's reason completely collapsed at this moment.

His left hand trembled and touched his waist, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

The buckle of the gun holster made a subtle "click" sound, which was particularly clear in the dead interrogation room.

In the observation room next door, Dong Ping's pupils suddenly contracted:

"Captain Feng, Chen Yang! Crazy!"

Feng Ju's eyes were locked behind the one-way glass.

The blood-stained face of the rebellious son was particularly dazzling under the pale light, and a trace of twisted pleasure surged uncontrollably in his heart.

However, the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted - Chen Yang's hand was already holding the handle of the gun.

His steps instinctively took half a step forward, but stopped, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a knife-carved gully, reflecting a dark shadow.

"If." Feng Ju's Adam's apple rolled, "If the rebellious son died under Chen Yang's gun"

Once this thought grows, it will grow like wild weeds:

"Li Shang was unable to use this rioter to attack me. Instead, I could make a big fuss..."

In just a moment, countless calculations surged in Feng Ju's mind, and finally gathered into a cold thought.

"I have been giving birth to this rebellious son for nearly twenty years and have spent countless efforts and hard work."

Feng Ju's eyes twitched slightly,

"Now, it's time for him to fulfill his filial piety to me."

A drop of tears rolled down the deep wrinkles, refracting a touching luster under the cold white light.

The tears fell across Feng Ju's tense cheeks and hung in his jaw without falling, as if waiting for a destined moment.

"Don't move." Feng Ju's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing, "Look at it again."

At this moment, Dong Ping had already rushed to the door and grabbed the door handle with his right hand.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Feng Ju's back in horror. Cold sweat slid down his temples, and dark marks were fainted on the collar of the uniform.

In the interrogation room, Chen Yang's pistol had been pulled out halfway, and the metal surface was shining with a cold luster under the light.

"Are you threatening me?"

Chen Yang's voice squeezed out from his teeth.

"Did you figure it out? Since you have to seek death."

His left hand trembled and raised his gun, and the black muzzle pointed directly at Feng Mu's eyebrows. Sweat slid down his temples, splattering into smaller drops of water on the gun.

Feng Mu was still sitting upright on the interrogation chair, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his bloody mouth, as if he was enjoying a carefully arranged drama.

But deep in his pupils, two blood-colored magma appeared faintly, blending into the blood-stained retina, glowing with a strange red light:

"You misunderstood, I'm not threatening you."

His eyes fell on Chen Yang's trembling muzzle, and the blood-colored magma slowly rotated:

“I’m just telling you a physical fact—forces interact, you hit me with your hands and you already know.”

Chen Yang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at his distorted right hand.

"So."

Feng Mu's voice was still gentle, and he seemed to be persuading a friend to return to the wrong path:

"If you shoot again, if the bullet doesn't fall on me, who do you think the bullet will fall on?"

The air solidifies into substance, making people breathless.

The temperature in the interrogation room seemed to drop suddenly. Chen Yang's left hand trembled uncontrollably. The hand pressed the trigger several times, but failed to exert strength.

Bang-

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open sharply.

A figure quickly stepped forward and simply removed the gun in Chen Yang's hand.

Chen Yang turned his head in a hurry and met the sharp gaze of the person coming up - it was Chang Erbing.

His gaze moved backwards, and his pupils suddenly contracted - Li Shang was standing at the door, slowly walking in, his face so gloomy that water could drip out.

Li Shang's eyes swept through the interrogation room like a blade. When he saw the hideous bloody mouth on Feng Mu's forehead, his face suddenly became even more ugly.

"Chen Yang, who taught you torture confessions in the police station?"

His voice was as cold as ice.

"You are still holding a gun. Are you planning to kill someone in the police room?"

Li Shang's eyes fell on the extinguished monitor, and a sneer came out from the corner of his mouth.

With a backhand, Chen Yang turned his head away from his head and his left face quickly became red and swollen.

He took two steps back with a star-eyed look on the interrogation table, and the documents on the table scattered on the ground.

"Li, Team Li." Chen Yang covered his face, his voice trembling.

Li Shang stopped looking at him and turned to Feng Mu. His leather shoes stepped on the blood on the ground, leaving behind a string of dark red footprints.

"Feng Mu is right, I am Li Shang."

Li Shang's voice suddenly became gentle, and he said as if he had changed his mind:

"I'm sorry, there are some tycoons in the police room. I'm crazy about trying to make a contribution to solve the case. Don't worry, I'll find out the whole story soon and give you a clean break."

He took out his handkerchief and acted to wipe the blood on Feng Mu's forehead, but stopped in the air and looked at the direction of the one-way glass meaningfully.

Behind the glass wall, Feng Ju's face solidified in astonishment.

He stared at the eyes tightly, looking like he was a ghost.

Feng Ju's Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't make any sound. His fingers unconsciously clenched into his palm.

The teardrop hanging on his chin finally fell and hit the cold ground...