Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 12 Special Metals, Feng Mu is not quite right

After leaving the incinerator, the bicycle wheels seemed to be floating, representing Feng Mu's mood at the moment.

On the way, Feng Mu deliberately stopped the car twice. He put his hands into his pockets, holding the cold and irregular touch, and the illusory dialog box in his eyes seemed to regain its reality.

Feng Mu rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself: "The Yinsha Nine Netherworlds Evil and Grudge Iron, are you sure this world can have it? Is this really not a mistake by the system~"

"The game I play is also integrated into the world background. Such outrageous things shouldn't appear. The name sounds very fantasy."

"Is it an upgrade patch for the system? Then this patch is somewhat against the material background, and it completely disregards the basic law."

"But, if I am right, and I swallow the Yinsha Nine Netherworlds Evil and Grudge Iron, the properties that the Iron Eater will gain from it are..."

Feng Mu had no idea at all, but he was absolutely certain that the properties extracted from it must be a little bit stronger than those extracted from [ordinary pig iron].

Although, he hasn't even obtained [ordinary pig iron] yet.

[Detected as a special metal - fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil and Sinister Iron.]
[Edible: Yes!]
[Current edible position——Pig iron, no vacant edible slot.]
[Tip: If you want to consume new iron, please remove the occupied consumption slots first and reset the consumption level.]
[Remove reset?]
Focusing his eyes on the prompt box, Feng Mu closed his eyes for a while and answered in his heart: "No!"

I really want to eat it.

Would love to replace.

but,
No.

For now, I only have one piece of Yinsha Jiuyou Enie in my hand... Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, and I will just call it "black core" for now.

A piece of black kernel is not enough to fill you up, you need to at least get... a sack?

As he thought about this, the heat in his heart gradually cooled down. After all, according to what Wang Jian said, the explosion rate of evil corpses was about 10%. If he wanted to collect a sack, he would have to open at least a thousand.

Unconsciously, the horrible and rotten corpse had turned into a golden blind box in Feng Mu's heart.

"Anyway, I have to take this job at the incinerator," he thought.

.......
"Xiao Hang couldn't possibly kill someone and escape."

Under the dim light, the glass eyeball reflected a sinister look. Zheng Si pulled open his collar like a resentful hungry wolf, his voice gloomy and hoarse.

In the cleared bar, burly men were standing in groups of three or four, all with their heads down and silent.

"Xiaohang has always been very obedient. He always told me when he killed someone before. He never let me worry."

Zheng Si muttered to himself, suddenly stood up and kicked over the coffee table.

He suddenly grabbed the collar of his younger brother and asked in a fierce voice, "Tell me, why didn't Xiaohang tell me where he was hiding this time? Is he like other children, rebelling and not listening to his father?"

The younger brother turned pale, met those sinister and pale eyes, and his teeth chattered: "No, the young master did not disobey you, boss. He might be, might be..."

Zheng Si leaned forward and asked, "What is it?"

The younger brother answered with a stiff upper lip: "The young master was most likely murdered!"

The words that came out of his throat choked into blood, and the hot blood sprayed on Zheng Si's face, making his face even more crazy.

Ma Bin walked in from outside, his eyelids drooping as he glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, which was twitching and leaking gas with its throat torn.

He frowned and said coldly to the silent gang members beside him: "What are you all standing there for? Why don't you clean up?"

Zheng Si looked at Ma Bin, took the white handkerchief handed to him, and his anger subsided a little: "How is the investigation going?"

Ma Bin took out his mobile phone and opened an email, which contained several photos of the crime scene.

He flicked through the photos with his hands and sneered: "Those police chiefs didn't tell the truth. There was not only a female corpse at the crime scene, but also an altar carved on the ground." Zheng Si's face darkened: "Evil sacrifice?!!"

Ma Bin replied in a deep voice: "Well, I sent people to monitor the school gate and found that the police station had taken a truckload of stones out in sacks. They must have smashed the altar and sent it to the incinerator to be burned."

Zheng Si stared for a long while, his eyes reddened: "Xiao Hang is missing when he is alive, and his body is nowhere to be found when he is dead. What do you think?"

Ma Bin was silent for a moment, then said solemnly: "The young master cannot be stupid, so the young master is probably dead, and we have to avenge him."

The atmosphere was extremely depressing. The boys who were mopping the floor froze in their tracks, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

After a long while, Zheng Si opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to gnaw on Ma Bin's neck, and gritted his teeth and said, "How do you report it?"

Ma Bin lowered his head, supported the frame with his fingers, and replied calmly: "Find the murderer, kill his entire family and accompany the young master."

Zheng Si: "Can you find it?"

Ma Bin replied: "Since the crime took place in the school warehouse, the murderer is most likely hiding among the students or teachers of No. 47 Middle School. Give me one month and I will find him."

Zheng Si's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was as sharp as an ice knife: "Two weeks."

Ma Bin showed some embarrassment on his face, but he finally gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, but everyone in the gang must listen to my arrangements, and you can't interfere."

Zheng Si agreed, his burly body hunched slightly, and he slowly walked towards the room deep in the corridor. The younger brothers who passed by all looked down at the floor without moving.

"Reunite the mother and daughter, and go down together to serve Xiao Hang."

The cold voice echoed in the corridor, making every gang member who heard it feel a chill in their bones.

Ma Bin bent down to pick up the blood-stained white handkerchief that had fallen to the ground, folded it neatly and stuffed it back into his jacket pocket, half bowed and replied, "Understood."

After that, he stood up, glanced at the closed door at the end of the corridor, turned around and called a few helpers over, and ordered in a gentle voice: "The person is in the 4th Hospital, go and do it."

"Yes." The gang members answered in unison.

Ma Bin added: "By the way, bring Niu Tong's family to the gang to take care of him. He shed blood for the gang, and we can't treat his family badly."

The gang members gasped in shock, their hearts trembling, and answered in unison: "Yes, Brother Bin."

Ps: Niu Tong is a supporting actor who broke his arm this morning and was arrested and taken to the police station.

.......
Go home, father Feng Ju is back today.

"Why are you back so late?" Feng Ju sat on the sofa, frowned and looked at his son, his tone habitually questioning.

Feng Mu put on slippers, walked over and sat in the corner of the sofa, and said to Feng Ju sideways: "I went to the incinerator and a classmate introduced me to a job."

"Work, didn't I say I would arrange it for you?" Feng Ju was stunned for a moment, then seemed to respond, and then asked, "Is everything settled at school?"

What's the solution for giving up the exam or dropping out of school?
Feng Mu laughed secretly in his heart. His original father was so strict and hypocritical.

Feng Mu took out a thin, wrinkled graduation certificate from his pocket and threw it on the table.

This thing has no social value other than being kept as a souvenir, but Feng Mu still brought it back, just to prove to Feng Ju that he had really given up the idea of ​​taking the college entrance examination and would not waste the family's money.

Feng Ju picked it up, took a look at it, and then put it down again. He was quite satisfied that his son had given up his unrealistic ideas.

His expression eased a little, and he said, "Forget about the incinerator. You stay at home first. I will arrange for you to go to the street below the police station later..."

(End of this chapter)