Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 467 A safe family?

When Feng Yuhuai crawled out of the underground well, Shangcheng's butt looked much dimmer.

Unlike the dampness and darkness of the underground pipes, the air on the ground was stagnant and suffocating, filled with a sweet and fishy smell mixed with rust and rotten meat.

The campus was deathly silent.

The empty windows of the teaching building are like countless open mouths, but no sound comes out;
The corridor that should have been filled with the sound of reading books now only had the rustling of papers being blown by the wind;
There was no sign of sweat pouring down on the playground track, only pools of dark brown blood seeping into the plastic particles.

Even the dean who always liked to scold students was nowhere to be seen.

Oh, no, he is there, embedded in the middle of the two gilded characters "Eighth Middle School" at a weird angle, with the broken skull and brain tissue deeply embedded in the stone.

It can be seen that the dean of studies got what he wished for, and he will be "immortalized" together with No. 8 Middle School.

Under the watchful eyes of the dean of studies, hundreds of teachers and students slept on the playground in various twisted postures, either intact or in pieces.

Several members of the law enforcement department lazily sat cross-legged on the monster's corpse.

Their eyelids drooped, their bloodstained uniforms were open, and they were playing with the monster's limbs in their hands.

Whenever the wind blew by, they would suddenly look up and scan the surroundings, as if expecting another monster that had escaped the net to jump out from a corner so that they could continue the "game".

Outside the school gate, black vans with the incinerator logo were lined up in a long line, followed by sanitation vehicles, with high-pressure water guns washing the ground.

Workers working in groups of two are performing collaborative work in a textbook manner.

"Lao Wang, this body is still intact. It belongs to your incinerator!"

"Okay! Well, let's take care of these broken limbs and arms."

The two sides nodded to each other in a friendly manner and even helped each other carry body parts.

There is a clear division of labor, no fighting or competing, and skillful cooperation, creating a harmonious and orderly environment.

Feng Yuhuai looked at the campus with lifeless eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

Feng Ju noticed that his daughter was in a low mood, so he sighed and comforted her:

"Yu Huai, don't be too sad. Everyone will die sooner or later!"

His face was full of emotion and he sighed deeply. He looked around and saw two familiar figures outside the cordon.

"Hey, Dad still has some things to take care of here, you go home with your mom and your brother first."

Feng Ju patted his daughter's shoulder and took her out of the campus.

Outside the cordon.

Feng Mu supported his mother Wang Xiuli, who was almost unable to stand and crying. He was in a complicated mood, but he said in a gentle voice:
"Mom, it's okay. Look, aren't those dad and sister? They're both fine. You can relax now."

Wang Xiuli clenched Feng Mu's arm tightly with five fingers. When Feng Ju and Feng Yuhuai approached, Wang Xiuli suddenly stretched out her other hand and grabbed her daughter's wrist.

She used extremely force with her ten fingers, and her knuckles turned white from the force, as if only such a real touch could prove that the children in front of her were alive.

Instead of turning into bloody meat paste in the school, seeping into the ground forever, or being randomly sorted and swept into a "dust basket" by people.

Wang Xiuli's throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't utter a word.

Feng Ju coughed and frowned:
"Okay, our family is fine, why are you crying?"

After saying this, he turned his head and waved his hand to the side, and ordered:

"You drive them home."

A member of the police station immediately trotted over and took orders to start the blue and white car.

Feng Ju hesitated for a moment and took off the camera from his shoulder.

He weighed the heavy equipment and finally handed it to Feng Mu: "Take this home and keep it safe." After a pause, he deliberately softened his voice:

"You guys go back first. I'll go home after reporting to the special envoy. Tonight, we'll have a family reunion dinner. I have something very important to tell you."

Feng Ju didn't let his son carry the camera because he trusted him more, but the equipment was too heavy and he couldn't bear to let his wife and daughter carry it.

Therefore, he did not notice his daughter's hand slightly raised and then lowered.

As for why he didn't just take the camera and go find the special correspondent, Feng Ju had his own considerations.

First, he was not sure what was captured by the camera and whether it was valuable enough.

The special envoy only cares about [Mask], and other things are worthless in the eyes of the special envoy.

Feng Ju was not so tactless as to bother his boss with time-wasting stuff.

Second, if the content in the camera is indeed valuable, then we need to carefully consider how to make proper use of it.

It would be foolish to just hand it in. Only a young and inexperienced person would do that.

Finally, the camera will not fly away by itself, so it’s not too late to watch and sort it out when you get home in the evening.

His most urgent task right now was to find that damn live broadcast and watch it carefully while rushing to meet the special envoy.

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The blue and white car sped along, and the wheels made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

The atmosphere in the car was depressing, as if shrouded by an invisible haze.

After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions from extreme sorrow to extreme joy, Wang Xiuli suddenly became relaxed and fatigue overwhelmed her like a tide.

Feng Yuhuai seemed uneasy. Her eyes were wandering and she kept glancing at the camera that Feng Mu was holding tightly in his hands.

Her mind began to wander uncontrollably:
"My boyfriend was exposed on the live broadcast. This is simply a nightmare. It's so terrible. But this is not the most terrible thing. What's more terrible is..."

Feng Yuhuai felt very uneasy along the way, tapping his fingertips on his knees nervously.

She suppressed the urge to pull out her phone. She felt guilty and didn't dare to look for her live broadcast online in front of others.

When she finally got home, she didn't even have time to change her shoes and rushed into the bathroom in two steps.

Sitting on the toilet seat, she opened her phone with trembling fingers, turning the volume button to silent mode, and started searching online.

Compared with Yimoto, Feng Mu is much more filial.

He first helped Wang Xiuli back to her room, and coaxed his mother to sleep in a gentle voice.

He waited until his mother's breathing became even before returning to his room with the camera.

When I opened the door, a familiar yet unfamiliar smell hit me in the face.

The layout of the room has hardly changed, except that there are more cluttered items in the closet.

Although he had only been away from home for a short time, Feng Mu felt as if he was in another world.

He placed the camera on the desk, an intriguing smile appearing on his face.

He was also curious about what the camera had captured, but he was not as panicked as Imoto.

After all, he acts openly and honestly, so he is not afraid of being secretly photographed by the camera.

Feng Mu closed the door gently and lay back on the hard wooden bed after a long absence.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, and suddenly two pairs of pale magatama appeared in his eyeballs, spinning quietly.

It was really inconvenient in the sewer just now, but now he can finally relax and take a good look at the performance report sent by "Zheng Hang"...
(End of this chapter)