Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 474 Her brother's name is Feng Mu? ! ! Xie Ji responded to him!
Luo Ji understood this very well. His deep voice carried a kind of enlightenment that came from experiencing life and death:
"After I was expelled from school, I signed a life and death agreement to join the advance team and entered the hidden door to pioneer the land. That meant I was to serve as a human detector for the Survey Corps and use my life to fill the cannon fodder in the unknown area.

After surviving several near-death experiences, I understand one thing.”

Cuicui's pupils shrank slightly. She didn't know much about the Hidden Gate, but she had heard that the advance teams that entered the Hidden Gate had all risked their lives.

The "nine deaths and one life" here is not an exaggeration but pure mathematical probability.

Zhang Liyu stared at Luo Ji with a thoughtful look on her face. She asked hesitantly:

"So the mirror that you can absorb into the body is the one you brought out from the hidden door?"

Since Luo Ji had already exposed the mirror, he mentioned the experience of the Hidden Door with the intention of explaining it to the two of them. He nodded and said:
"Yes, I brought the mirror out from a hidden door, a terrifying palace. It was because it could be hidden in the body that the Survey Corps didn't find it.

This mirror can reflect a person's fate, but it's a pity that the mirror is now broken."

After Luo Ji gave a brief explanation, he was unwilling to continue and went back to where he was before:

"When I came out of the hidden door, I realized that only people with value can be protected, and people without value are nothing more than living two-legged sheep."

Luo Ji paused, and a ferocious sneer appeared on his lips:
"Obviously, in this world, in the eyes of some people, man-eating monsters are more valuable than the people they eat."

Cuicui felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. Her lips trembled as she tried to retort, but she didn't know how.

Zhang Liyu thought deeply for a while, and suddenly asked:
"Can a mirror reflect a person's fate?"

She thought back to the gallery she had seen in the mirror, and the names of the paintings, and something dawned on her:
"Are those all [Masquerade]'s fate?"

Luo Ji said "hmm".

Zhang Liyu thought for a moment and asked again, "What is Feng Yuhuai's fate? You should have seen it, right?"

Cuicui also quickly pricked up her ears and her breathing stagnated.

Luo Ji's Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said word by word: "Mu. Zhi. Bi. You."

"Blessing?!" the two girls exclaimed in unison, their voices echoing in the small room.

As Luo Ji spoke, he dipped his finger in water and wrote the four words on the coffee table:
"I didn't understand the meaning of this [fate] before, but now I have some guesses. The word '幕' may represent the person who protects Feng Yuhuai."

Seeing that the two of them were staring at the table, Luo Ji added:
"That person's name may contain the word '幕'?!!"

Zhang Liyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and she lowered her voice and said:
"I remember Feng Yuhuai had an older brother, and it seemed like his name had a 'mu' in it. Yes, I remember now, her brother's name was Feng Mu, but I wonder if it was the word 'mu'?"

Cuicui seemed to be awakened, and nodded hurriedly, echoing:
"Yes, I remember it too. Feng Yuhuai mentioned his brother, whose name was Feng Mu."

"Wait!" Luo Ji was stunned and asked in a lost voice, "What did you say her brother's name was? Feng Mu?!"

.........

"Zheng Hang!!!"

A sudden cry was heard in the conference room, interrupting the busy work of the detectives.

The technician in the corner stood up suddenly, and his chair scraped harshly on the floor.

"The photo matches the database. The real identity of this man, oh no, [Masked] is Zheng Hang!!!"

The technician pointed at the face on the projector, his voice trembling with excitement.

The air froze instantly. The special envoy sat on the spacious sofa next to him, and his index finger, which had been tapping the table rhythmically, stopped.

All the detectives' eyes shot towards the curtain like sharp arrows, and their breathing became clearly audible.

There was a clip tied around Feng Ju's nose, making his whole face look funny and embarrassed.

But no one could laugh at this moment - he stood up suddenly, rushed to the curtain in three or two steps, stared at the face, and looked at the comparison results above.

The cold light from the projector illuminated a stern face. The red frame of the database tightly bound his facial features like shackles. In the information column on the right, the two bold words "Zheng Hang" stood out grimly.

"Which case?" Feng Ju turned and asked the technician.

The technician hurriedly operated the computer, and the projection screen switched immediately, with a wanted poster clearly projected on the screen.

Zheng Hang in the wanted photo was wearing a school uniform, and his eyes still showed his youthfulness.

Compared with the crazy [Masked] in the live broadcast, he is completely different person.

But machines don't lie.

The curvature of the brow, the width of the nose, the angle of the jaw - all biological features are exposed to the algorithm.

In the lower right corner of the screen, the bright red "99.4%" matching rate was like a gavel dropped by a judge, nailing [Mask] and Zheng Hang into one person, one face!

The technicians quickly retrieved the case data and projected it onto the big screen.

The technician said, "Zheng Hang! The fugitive suspect in the 47th evil sacrifice case!"

The special commissioner narrowed his eyes and asked, "Evil Sacrifice Case?"

Feng Ju was stunned for half a second: "47 hits?"

On the projection screen, relevant information scrolled quickly and bloody photos of the scene flashed one after another.

In the final close-up shot, the altar with an inverted pentagram outlined in clotted blood on the cement floor glows with a strange luster.

The body of the female student lying on her back was an unnatural grayish-white color—most of her skull was sunken, all the blood in her body had been drained away, and her shriveled skin was covered with dark red spells.

The special commissioner frowned and looked at Feng Ju: "Why was such an important clue in the evil sacrifice case ignored?"

Feng Ju's face was gloomy. This was indeed an oversight in his handling of the case.

He gritted his teeth and explained calmly:
"Special Commissioner, you don't know that in our Lower City, there are actually quite a few cases called 'evil sacrifices' every year, but most of them are just in name only. There are only sacrificial ceremonies, but no real evil sacrifices have taken place, so..."

According to the inherent experience of the Lower City Police Station, most of the "evil sacrifice" cases in the Lower City are caused by lunatics or cultists who are just one-sided and have only a superficial unrequited love.

Therefore, the police station never took the "evil sacrifice case" too seriously.

But now analyzing it later, it is obvious that Zheng Hang is different from those false "evil sacrifice cases" and the evil sacrifice really responded to him.

The special commissioner snorted coldly: "Who is handling this case?"

Feng Ju glanced at the technician, who understood what he meant. He quickly tapped on the keyboard, quickly calling up the signature of the investigator, and then hurriedly replied:
"The case occurred around March 3th, and the investigator was Captain Li Shangli."

(End of this chapter)