Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 475 [Mask] Circling around my house?

When the technician announced the name "Li Shang", the special envoy's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his knuckles made a dull sound when they tapped on the table.

Feng Ju heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had luckily gotten through.

Tips for survival in the workplace: Your boss’s anger won’t disappear, but it can be diverted.

The next step is to discuss the restoration of the case and to uncover more clues about Zheng Hang.

As Feng Ju concentrated on thinking, many doubts involuntarily emerged in his mind, tangled together like a tangled mess:
"No. 47 High School, isn't this Feng Mu's high school? Masked Zheng Hang is actually an alumnus of Feng Mu's?"

"March 3th seems to be the day when Feng Mu dropped out of school. Is it such a coincidence?"

Feng Ju repeatedly asked himself this question in his heart, but he felt that it seemed a bit far-fetched, so he shook his head and secretly comforted himself:
"Maybe I'm just overthinking it."

"But Zheng Hang committed many subsequent crimes at No. 8 Middle School, and at his daughter Feng Yuhuai's school. Is this also a coincidence?"

He didn’t think there was anything wrong with this coincidence before, but now Feng Ju couldn’t help but think about it.

The more Feng Ju thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. An inexplicable uneasiness quietly grew in his heart:
“[Mask’s] activities either overlap with his son Feng Mu or his daughter Feng Yuhuai, which is too unlucky.

People who don’t know the truth would think that [Mask] is deliberately hanging around my house!”

Feng Ju suppressed his fear and dared not utter a word at the meeting.

In his mind, a horrifying and absurd thought was like a poison ivy breaking out of the ground, twisting and clinging to the nerve endings and growing wildly, but it was always just a little short of growing into a complete shape.

An inexplicable panic overwhelmed him like a tide, making him feel uneasy.

At this moment, he just wanted to rush home, grab his son or daughter, and ask them if they had known a man named Zheng Hang before.

At the end of the meeting.

The special envoy made a special trip to keep Feng Ju and reiterated to him the deadline and the promise of his daughter "ascending" to the upper city.

Feng Ju looked embarrassed, but when he met the special envoy's cold eyes, he had no courage to bargain. He could only agree immediately, but he also buried the blame in advance.

Feng Ju sneered and said:

"Special Commissioner, it now appears that [Mask] is not a teacher or student of No. 8 Middle School at all. The list that Li Shang gave us is completely off the mark and has seriously misled us."

Feng Ju glanced around and said in a low voice:
"If I didn't trust Captain Li's character, I would have to suspect that Captain Li was deliberately covering up for [Mask]."

The special envoy didn't know whether he had heard it or not. He pressed Feng Ju's dark shoulders with his five fingers. His expression remained unchanged, but his tone was like ice:
"Remember, seven days, I don't need you to catch him, you just need to find out where he is hiding. Don't let me down."

As Feng Ju sat in the driver's seat with a worried look on his face, the steering wheel became slippery due to the cold sweat on his palms.

In the rearview mirror, the outline of the police station building seemed to cast a hideous and distorted silhouette on the ground.

He stepped on the accelerator, and the blue light from the dashboard reflected the knife-like thin lines that he was holding tightly.

Just as his car disappeared around the corner, a taxi slowly stopped in front of the police station.

The car door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a tattered arm stretched out, with purple blood vessels winding hideously under the skin.

The man staggered out of the car door, and every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, and he was shaky.

His shadow was stretched out by the street lights, like a dragged ghost, and slowly disappeared into the door of the police station.

.........

In the restaurant, the warm yellow light flows slowly on the beige tablecloth like melted amber, coating every crease with a layer of soft glaze.

The tablecloth is as clean as new, but slightly yellowed due to age, like old stationery soaked in time, silently recording countless similar nights.

Wang Xiuli was wearing the floral apron that she had used for many years. The floral pattern on the apron had long faded.

She shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, placing one carefully prepared dish after another on the table.

When she finally took off her apron, her hair was still stained with beads of sweat, which sparkled under the light. She raised her hand to gently wipe the sweat off her face, then slowly sat down at the dining table with a satisfied smile on her face.

The food in the center of the table was steaming, and white mist was rising, weaving a hazy veil between the three people.

The hands of the wall clock slowly passed 10 o'clock, and the mechanical "click" sound swinged back and forth rhythmically.

This sound made everything seem like the past, as if the whole family once sat neatly around the table, waiting for the father and husband to come home.

When Feng Ju pushed the door open, he saw a scene that was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

Feng Ju slowly walked to the dining table and sat down at the main seat.

He reached out and picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and put it into his mouth, as his first chopstick move fell.

As he took the first step, the others started to eat, and everything went on as usual, as if they had rehearsed it thousands of times.

Wang Xiuli has never had a big appetite and always eats quietly.

She sat aside, looking at her family with gentle eyes, but her chopsticks in her hand never stopped, habitually putting food into everyone's bowl.

Feng Yuhuai lowered her head and stirred the soup in the bowl. She looked like a delicate porcelain doll as she sipped the soup. However, her drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, making it difficult to see her emotions.

Feng Mu just lowered his head and ate his meal without saying a word. He took all the food his mother picked up, chewing it carefully and swallowing it into his stomach.

The conversation at the dinner table was intermittent, mostly Feng Ju asking questions and Feng Yuhuai answering in a soft voice, while Feng Mu remained silent, as if he was just a bystander in this conversation between father and daughter.

Everything is as usual.

But the uneasiness in Feng Ju's heart spread like a tide.

His hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Finally, he put down his chopsticks, glanced at the camera on the coffee table, and his voice suddenly became low:
"The camera... did you turn it on and take a look?"

Feng Yuhuai's chopsticks paused in mid-air for a moment.

Her eyelashes trembled twice, and when she raised her eyes again, her face had regained its well-behaved and docile expression.

"Dad, what are you doing picking up this junk?"

She tilted her head, dimples appeared on her lips, and her tone was innocent and naive.
"My brother and I watched it together, and nothing could be shown in it."

Feng Mu also put down his chopsticks, slowly picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, then stood up and walked towards the coffee table.

He took out the memory card from the camera, his eyes behind the lens were calm and gentle, and he extended his hand to Feng Ju:

"The memory card is a little damaged. There are technicians in the second prison who can repair it."

His voice was very soft, but every word was full of filial piety:

"If you need it, I can take it back and bring it back after it's fixed."

This was Feng Mu's last effort for the family, a kind plea from a filial son trying to save his father's fate, a secret redemption.

pity…….
Feng Ju took the memory card and rejected it without hesitation:

"No need. It's just a memory card. The police station can repair it."

Feng Yuhuai raised his head, gently smoothed his bangs, and followed the small black card with his eyes quietly.

The corners of her lips curled up and she gave her father an extremely sweet smile.

And under the reflection of Feng Mu's lens——

A dangerous blood-red light was emitting from Imoto's body. The red light was so dazzling that it almost burned his retina...
(End of this chapter)