Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 117: Encrypted Email, Danger (Two-in-One Chapter)

Behind the tightly closed curtains, a faint gloom filled the room. The filament of the mottled old light bulb on the ceiling flickered unsteadily like a heartbeat, and the light swayed between brightness and darkness, reflecting a face that was disfigured after being engulfed by flames, which looked even more horrifying.

He was sitting near the door, the keyboard tapping sounds could be heard in front of the computer screen, he was sending an encrypted email to a mailbox.

On the wooden bed opposite the door, dark-skinned No. 2 sat cross-legged, his entire black face lowered, concentrating on playing with the ant stick.

Around him and around the pillow, there was a thin layer of ant corpses mashed into a paste. From time to time, he would dip his fingers in it and then put it in his mouth, making a slurping sound.

The sound of typing on the keyboard and licking fingers came one after another.

In the email window, the following text is entered:

First of all, the receiver quietly sneaked into No. 47 Middle School in recent days and cleverly stole the information of students whose accounts had not yet been officially cancelled.

[Feng Mu: Male
One-inch photo: Feng Mu.jpg
Age: 17
Root bone: 49 (admission test)
Results: Arts score 521, Military score 236, total score 757. (First mock exam for senior high school students)
Home address: xxx Community, xxx Street, District 9
Current situation: gave up the exam and graduated early. (Time: 233, year 3.18)

Citizen level: Blank
Father: Feng Ju

Occupation: Patrol officer
Citizen level: D
Mother: Wang Xiuli

Occupation: None
Citizen level: Blank
Sister: Feng Yuhuai
Occupation: High school student
Citizen level: Not yet registered, and has not yet taken the college entrance examination. ]
After the basic file information was entered, the receiver's mouth curled up with a hint of cold mockery, and a hint of complacency flashed in his eyes, as if to say: "You can fool others, but don't try to fool me."

He then tapped on the keyboard and typed the following:

[Feng Mu has been working at a crematorium since dropping out of school. His current disguised identity is a crematorium worker (Note: He has not shown up at work for five consecutive days. Is he suspected of absconding?).]
Afterwards, the receiver began to sort out and summarize the recent major and minor events in District 9, organizing a series of complex information into an orderly manner.

Then, he typed his conclusion in the email word by word, slowly and firmly:

[The student and the cremator are just roles played by Feng Mu. We highly suspect that his true identity is actually [Mask].]
[After my investigation, it is highly likely that all the black cores have fallen into the hands of [Mask].]
At the end, the receiver's fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, and as the text appeared on the screen, the truth of a certain event was being restored by him:

[After my in-depth investigation, Feng Mu's past resume seems to be unremarkable, without any eye-catching anomalies.]
[But a few days before he dropped out, a murder occurred in No. 47 Middle School, and there seemed to be clues related to evil sacrifices hidden behind this incident.]
[The police station is eager to solve the case and identifies the murderer as Zheng Hang (note: the son of Zheng Si, the former leader of the Green Wolf Gang).]
The receiver smiled contemptuously and concluded:

[I infer that the real culprit of the evil sacrifice is Feng Mu, and the target of the evil sacrifice is the puppet mother.]
To support this conclusion, the receiver cited a number of grounds for reasoning, the most crucial piece of evidence being the attempted attack on the night of April 4.

[…The attack failed, Feng Mu’s sister Feng Yuhuai was rescued by the minions of the puppet mother who secretly guarded her. The missing Zhang Hao was confirmed that night and was made into a human puppet.]
The receiver recalled the scene of that night, his face looked extremely ugly, and he typed harder on the keyboard.

[I can fully confirm that Feng Mu is a potential host favored by the Puppet Mother and parasitized into the seed. He gained power by feeding and supporting the Puppet Mother, and used it to control the Puppet Mother's minions and secretly protect his sister.]
[The murder in 47 was the first time Feng Mu offered sacrifices to the puppet mother, and it was the beginning of his fall into the mask.]
Note that here, the receiver used the word "depravity". If someone with a keen eye reads between the lines of this email, they may be able to catch a subtle clue and carefully savor the complex charm behind these two words.

The Corpse Cult is a cult.

The puppet mother is an evil god.

They are all evil, so who is more righteous? But accusing the other of being corrupt is ridiculous.

But the world is so interesting!

The Corpse Cult regards the Black Core as everything, and believes that the practice of the Puppet Mother and her minions creating human puppets is a blasphemy against the living, and the correct approach is to let the living die.

Similarly, the Puppet Mother and her minions scoffed at the teachings of the Corpse Cult, thinking that the cult's practices were desecrating corpses and that the correct approach was to give the dead eternal life.

The receiver recalled those bastards of the puppet mother, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He continued to type on the keyboard:
[In the past, we, the Corpse Cult, and the Puppet Mother, also fought against each other, but those fights were all superficial, and our core was not coveted.]
[But this time it’s different. Mask took away the black core. This is an extremely dangerous signal.]
[The Puppet Mother, the evil god who once only desecrated and played with corpses, seems no longer satisfied with her past actions. She is secretly manipulating her minions, skillfully moving her tentacles around the corpse and touching the black core.]
[The Puppet Mother has shown a completely different desire for the Black Core than before, which is very dangerous and disadvantageous to our Corpse Cult.]
[The Black Core must not be coveted! ! ! ]
[Compared to the loss of a box of black cores, I think the more serious thing is that we must figure out whether the Mask's theft of the black cores was his own behavior or he was instructed by the Puppet Mother.]
[This will determine whether our Corpse Cult will prepare to start a life-and-death war with the Puppet Mother and her minions.]
The receiver personally holds the second view. He does not think that the Puppet Mother's minions have the courage to covet and rob the Corpse Cult's things on their own initiative.

The receiver's fingers felt heavy as he tapped the keyboard, and his disfigured face became even gloomier.

Finally, he came to the final conclusion:
[Danger! Danger! Danger!]
[This matter is of great importance, I dare not make a hasty conclusion. The situation in District 9 is tense and full of dangers, and every step needs to be cautious. I request that more brothers and sisters in the church be dispatched as soon as possible to reinforce, so that we can work together to cut off the tentacles of the puppet mother that have crossed the border.]
At this point, the receiver has completed writing down the work results and report for this period.

He moved the mouse to the [Send] button, hesitated for a moment, and then moved it away.

He knew very well that as an elite believer in the Corpse Cult, simply submitting a work summary was far from enough.

"If I want to get promoted within the church, in addition to reporting work results, I also need to propose action strategies or suggestions for the next stage, so that I can get a promotion and a raise." The receiver thought to himself.

He pondered for a moment, tapped the keyboard again, and began to enter new content.

[I investigated the family relationship of Mask Feng Mu.]
[Feng Ju was hospitalized with a broken arm, which was suspected to be the work of the mask. I came to the following conclusion: Feng Mu had a bad relationship with his father, so he could kill him.]
[Feng Ju does not know Feng Mu's true identity.]
[But it is not ruled out that this was a well-planned plan by Mask, a self-directed and self-acted self-torture stratagem aimed at clearing himself of suspicion from the official side.]
[However, on April 4.11, Feng Yuhuai was attacked, and the puppet mother's minions did not hesitate to expose their identities to save him.]
[Comparing the two, Feng Yuhuai's position in Feng Mu's heart must be much higher than his father.]
[Considering that Feng Mu has been missing recently and is suspected of absconding, the search has yielded no results.]
[I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai. Through actions around Feng Yuhuai, we can force Feng Mu to show up, try to capture him alive, and interrogate him about the whole matter, to find out whether the whole thing was done by him personally or...]
The receiver's typing sound suddenly stopped, and his ears trembled slightly, catching the subtle and dense sounds coming from the corridor.

Bang!
Before he could make a judgement, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye: the security door suddenly bulged inward, twisted and deformed, the central axis was squeezed and broken, and the wall on one side of the door frame also exploded, with broken bricks splattering everywhere.

A pair of terrifying hands tore the door panel in half, and immediately afterwards, a monster head with a hideous face, like a tiger's head, poked out from the door.

The huge shadow cast by the dim light seemed to cover the entire room in an instant, and the air was frozen.

The receiver's ugly face froze. He stood up suddenly, and the alarm bell in his heart rang sharply like an alarm in the wind: "The puppet mother's minions are coming?!!"

He nervously reached for the mouse and moved it towards the [Send] button.

hiss--

A snake-faced monster with a human body quietly emerged from behind the evil tiger and appeared next to the receiver in an instant. His two arms waved like two flexible snake tails, whipping in the air and making a hissing sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

The receiver felt the hairs on his neck stand up instantly. Facing the hissing snake hand, he decisively let go of the mouse and jumped back.

The table was hit by the "snake's tail" and broke instantly. The cracks were like strange spirals, reminiscent of the marks of being strangled by a giant python. The table broke, but the "snake's tail" stopped abruptly, turned his wrist, picked up the laptop, and put it behind him. He was so decent that he didn't even peek at the contents of the email.

At the same time, from under the gloomy snake-faced mask, the fifth brother Gong Qi's low voice came out: "Junior brother, why not take a look at the contents on the computer."

"Thank you, Fifth Brother!"

Feng Mu, who was wearing a goat mask, took the notebook and carefully read the contents of the email. Under the cover of the mask, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an intriguing arc.

Feng Mu's mind was spinning wildly. He roughly understood the receiver's reasoning. His logic was tight and his arguments were sufficient. It was simply impeccable.

"I am the host of the puppet mother. I commanded the puppet mother's minions to save Feng Yuhuai. Am I a good brother who loves and protects my sister in the dark?"

"Then when the Corpse Evil Cult comes to help, they can make trouble for Feng Yuhuai and force me, their good brother, to show up?"

"Great! I never thought that the following script could be written this way. With just a few minor changes, I can copy the homework."

Feng Mu half-closed the lid of his notebook, withdrew his eyes from the screen, and looked at the receiver with complicated eyes, with a tone that was difficult to describe: "I didn't expect that all my secrets that I kept hidden were dug out by you."

He sighed quietly, "You are a rare talent. I can't bear to kill you. If you are willing to turn from evil to good and kill the black-faced fool next to you, I can spare your life. How about it?"

Before the receiver could reply, Dark No. 2 could no longer endure it. He kicked the wall hard and rushed forward.

"Feng Mu, you liar!" Dark No. 2 howled, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger and deep grievance.

Gong Qi, the snake-faced man, was slightly startled, and he could not help but glance at the goat-faced man beside him. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he was silently asking, "Little Junior Brother, what on earth did you do to make this black-faced guy lose his mind like this?"

Li Bashan stood still, his eyes under the tiger mask were calm, not even a trace of murderous intent was revealed, he only said in a muffled voice: "Junior brother, does this man want to live or die?"

Feng Mu originally wanted to do it himself, but when he saw there were only two people in the room, he immediately realized that there were not enough people to go around.

My seniors were kind enough to bring me here for team building, so I can’t let them go back empty-handed.

Well, there is no need to do it yourself, just paddling beside and watching the enemy being wiped out is also a great feeling~
Feng Mu sighed and said kindly, "We are old friends. Please give him a quick death."

"it is good!"

Li Bashan uttered a word, and his restrained aura suddenly exploded. The sticky and terrifying murderous intent seemed to have substance, permeating the air, as if the entire house was instantly painted with a layer of bloody paint.

The air was filled with a pungent and strong fishy smell that made people dizzy, as if every breath carried the taste of blood.

Dark No. 2's explosive steps suddenly paused. He felt as if the air around him had turned into a bloody quagmire. The sticky texture was like countless tiny tentacles, tightly wrapping around his steps and fists, making his body stiff and slow.

The temples on both sides felt like they were hit by a hammer and were swelling. The veins on the forehead were bulging and it seemed as if the blood vessels would burst at any time from being unable to withstand the pressure.

Dark No. 2 let out a strange howl and stomped his feet on the ground. With a loud bang, his strange hand, which was a tangled mass of muscles and bones, rose up fiercely. Rotting corpse fluid splattered everywhere and a disgusting stench filled the air.

Li Bashan stood still, looking indifferently at the dark No. 2 who rushed to him and punched him. There was no joy or sadness under the mask, he just raised his hand slightly.

In an instant, the bloody smell that filled the entire room seemed to have life, and it quickly gathered like young swallows returning to their nests, turning into circles of flowing liquid, tightly wrapping around Li Bashan's thick arms that looked like cast iron.

Li Bashan did not use any fancy moves. He just pressed his arms down naturally, silently and with unrivaled power.

It is unstoppable and unavoidable.

I wonder what Dark No. 2, who was the first to be hit, feels at this moment.

Anyway, under the goat's face, Feng Mu's pupils shrank into needle points when he saw his senior brother Li Bashan take action for the first time.

Even though he knew that the senior brother was a friendly force, he still felt a chill rising from his spine and his scalp tingled involuntarily.

Feng Mu stared at the disgusting black hand of Dark No. 2 without blinking. He saw that the moment the hand touched the palm of the eldest brother, it collapsed and disintegrated like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Both the muscles and bones were like burning wax, which was effortlessly flattened by the spatula that fell from the sky, dripping onto the ground and melting into a pool of mud.

　The hospital examination results are out.

　　It’s not very good, but it’s not particularly bad either. I breathed a sigh of relief.

　　I followed the doctor's advice and went to the hospital with great confidence.

　　You will probably need to stay for 7-10 days, but the doctor didn’t say how long exactly.

　　Lao Shu's book is doing pretty well. I can only say that I will lie in the hospital and type out every chapter even on my phone, and try my best to keep updating.

　　Unless one day after the minimally invasive surgery it becomes too unbearable, I will keep updating as long as I can bear it.

　　I am typing this on my phone, so if you see any typos, please remind me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)