Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 289: Are the people above in cahoots with [Mask]?
A cold and mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone: "The number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please call again later."

Feng Ju frowned and hung up the phone. The blue and white car he was sitting in happened to stop in front of the gate of No. 8 Middle School.

The Eighth Middle School, as an important examination venue for the martial arts joint examination, has recently adopted a semi-open management model and warmly welcomes students, parents, teachers and other non-school personnel from various schools to visit.

The campus is bustling with people, not only students and parents, but also busy TV reporters who are preparing to cover this grand event.

This martial arts joint examination is not only a test of students' martial arts skills, but also an important opportunity for the school system to cooperate with the executive government to jointly showcase their achievements.

It has gradually been held as a grand event aimed at showcasing the results of martial arts education and the school's overall strength to the public.

Starting from tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the top 1 will be selected from each grade and after the first round of cross-level challenge matches are completed, every subsequent ring fight will be broadcast live simultaneously on TV.

This is bound to push this martial arts joint examination to a higher level of popularity and attract more attention.

At that time, officials from the education system and influential dignitaries from all walks of life will attend as guests.

It can be said that the nature of the first martial arts joint examination in District 9 is changing imperceptibly, and many people, both related and unrelated, want to take this opportunity to gain some fame or fortune.

As to whether this deviates from the original intention or the thoughts of students and teachers, no one cares anymore.

Even though a vicious serial murder incident had just occurred in the Eighth Middle School recently and the case was still unsolved and was likely still ongoing, it could not prevent this grand performance from going on in full swing.

The many questions and dissatisfactions of the people below were only responded to by the few understated words above:

"Increase security efforts, and do not allow for mistakes. Anyone who makes a mistake will have their clothes stripped."

"With so many important guests and so many cameras here, even if there really is a murderer hiding in the school, would he dare to jump out and kill people in front of the cameras?"

"In short, it should be held even if there are difficulties. It should be held even more even if there are no difficulties. How can the grand event organized by the higher-ups be stopped just because of a small murderer?"

In short, the current situation is that the people at the top are very calm, but it is hard to say how panicked the people who are doing the actual work below are.

Feng Ju didn't even need to show his ID. The uniform he was wearing was the best pass. The security guard at the door just glanced at him and let him in.

The people who come and go the most in the school these days, besides students and teachers, are the people from the police station and the law enforcement department. I'm sick of seeing their uniformed security guards.

Of course, the group of people from the police station and the law enforcement department that the security guard saw a few days ago were not Feng Ju's group.

That group was sent to assist with school security, maintain the order of the "performance", and protect the personal safety of the guests in case of any accidents.

That group of detectives was led by Li Shang, the current captain of the patrol station, and cooperating with him was the third brigade of the police department.

Therefore, Li Shang was now in a panic, cursing in his heart. He had finally managed to get out of the whirlpool of the [Mask] with great effort, but in the blink of an eye, he was back to this hellhole of No. 8 Middle School. This time, he really didn't need to go deep into the true face of the [Mask]. Instead, he directly took on the responsibility of security work to ensure that this grand event could proceed safely and smoothly.

“Is this really going to work?”

Li Shang looked up at the brightly colored banners hanging on the campus. Looking at the densely packed crowds of people, he felt a wave of dizziness coming over him.

If the previous Eighth Middle School was a rice jar, and [Mask] was the parasite hidden in it, then the current Eighth Middle School has been expanded into a huge rice bucket. Will you use this to test the parasite inside to see if it will steal the rice grains?
Do you think [Mask] can bear it?
Li Shang shook his head vigorously, his eyes scanning the reporters carrying cameras, as well as the motionless cameras hanging on the wall and tied to the trees so that he could edit more "reality show" materials later.

Li Shang felt no warmth in his heart, but instead felt a chill, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Chang Erbing, who was standing nearby, was also looking at the cameras around him. He felt a little more at ease and muttered involuntarily:

"Captain Li, I checked and there are really a lot of cameras. [Mask] shouldn't dare to come out and commit crimes. If he shows up, the possibility of being photographed is too high. He can't be that stupid."

Li Shang couldn't jump to conclusions as to whether [Mask] would do something stupid, but he guaranteed with his reputation as a detective that Chang Erbing was really stupid.

He looked at Chang Erbing with an almost pitying look, laughed coldly, and then asked:

"Let me ask you, why is [Masquerade] called [Masquerade]?"

Chang Erbing answered almost without thinking: "Because, he was wearing a [mask]?!!"

Li Shang gently pressed his swollen eyebrows and said slowly and firmly: "Yes, he is wearing a [mask], so, is he afraid of the camera?"

Chang Erbing seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream. His eyes fell on the cameras again, and he suddenly felt a chill rushing from his spine to his forehead, as if the whole world had turned black and white, and his head was so frozen that it seemed about to split.

Chang Erbing took a few deep breaths, and his voice could hardly suppress the panic:
"No, Captain Li, we can't accept this security job anymore. We have to find the congressman and find a way to turn it down..."

Li Shang stretched out his fingers to block Chang Erbing's mouth, gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice:
"How do you refuse? Are you going to kidnap Secretary Hou again?"

Yes, it is not so easy to refuse the task assigned by their superiors. They have already refused the special envoy. If they refuse the congressman again, they might as well take off their clothes right there.

Li Shang and Chang Erbing looked at each other, their eyes both complaining silently:
"What do you mean? We both had our heads tied up and went through so much trouble to finally jump out of the whirlpool of [Mask], only for us to step back into this deeper quagmire?"

It was hard for them not to feel a strange anger, as if they had been maliciously played a trick by fate.

Li Shang's teeth were grinding loudly. He really wanted to rush to those big shots who made the decisions and smash their heads one by one to see if their brains were full of rice paste? ! !
Li Shang now had to seriously suspect that those people above and [Mask] might be in the same group!

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(End of this chapter)