Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 477 Some people died and are still alive
The rainwater accumulated on the asphalt road was crushed by a speeding truck, and turbid water splashed everywhere. The splashing water droplets just reflected the image of a white cold chain truck.

The paint words "Frozen Fish Express" on the surface of the carriage have become mottled and peeling, making it look particularly old.

The scene inside the cargo compartment was quite different.

Nine fully armed combat team members sat cross-legged in meditation posture on the shock-absorbing floor, their breathing synchronized like precision instruments.

As they took deep breaths, the dark corpse spots on their faces appeared and disappeared, as if some ancient curse was moving under their skin.

The night vision goggles on their helmets glowed with a faint green light, illuminating the coffin-like metal cabinet in the center. The surface of the cabinet was covered with honeycomb-shaped heat dissipation holes, which were now spewing out cold white mist.

“Beep——”

Following an electronic sound, the display screen on the cabinet door suddenly lit up blue: [Memory backup download completion rate 100%].

As the characters jumped, the buzzer emitted a special frequency of three short and one long sounds, and the team members opened their eyes at the same time.

The sound of the hydraulic rod slowly starting up was like the sigh of a giant beast.

When the cabinet doors slid open to the sides, the low-temperature mist that came out condensed into frost on the ground.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out, its five fingers opened and clenched, and its knuckles made a crisp sound like popping beans.

"Welcome back, mentor!"

Zhao Jingyi knelt down beside the metal cabinet with her head down, holding a white coat that smelled of formaldehyde in her trembling hands.

She pressed her forehead against the cold floor, not daring to look directly at the waking figure.

When the fog cleared, Zuo Bai slowly sat up.

The new skin was as pink and white as a baby's, and the chest and back were as smooth as before, as if the fatal blow had never happened.

"What time is it?" Zuo Bai's voice still carried the metallic texture of the freezer.

Zhao Jingyi opened the tablet and replied:

"The memory was synchronized to 18:29:34 in the afternoon, 0.7 seconds before your heart was crushed by [Mask]."

Zuo Bai glanced at the tablet, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his cold face:
"It's interesting. The taste of failure is quite memorable."

Zhao Jingyi's Adam's apple rolled, but she didn't dare to respond.

She bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted blood.

"Are you the only one back?" Zuo Bai's voice was so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

Zhao Jingyi held her breath:
"When the police arrived, all the senior sisters who stayed on campus were dead."

Her voice became increasingly quiet: "I crawled out from another manhole cover along the underground shaft."

Zuo Bai's indifferent gaze lingered on Zhao Jingyi for a moment.

He did not doubt the student's loyalty - he was very clear about his methods of training students, and no one dared to lie to him.

It's just that he doesn't like students who fail.

But this time, even he himself tasted the taste of failure.

Zuo Bai withdrew his gaze calmly and asked:
"Why, the show started early?"

Zhao Jingyi slid her finger across the tablet to enlarge the image on it.

The picture shows a corner of the campus. In the peaceful scene, a man is squatting on the curb with a manhole cover under his feet.

The next second, the manhole cover exploded, and several twisted black shadows rose from the ground, tearing the peaceful scene apart.

"This is the surveillance footage from 5 seconds before the incident."

Zhao Jingyi's voice was a little tense. She quickly called up the audio analysis interface and accurately extracted a special frequency from the chaotic sound waves.

"The built-in chips of the senior sisters all recorded this sound." Humans cannot hear this sound, but Zhao Jingyi "translated" the audio.

A strange sound wave spread in the carriage.

That was not a sound that humans could make. It was more like the humming of some ancient musical instrument, or the resonance of countless insects' flapping wings.

The sound waves resonate at a certain frequency which creates an eerie sensation.

Zhao Jingyi replied nervously:
"Teacher, it was this voice that drove the senior sisters crazy."

She zoomed in on the man's profile in the picture, "And the one who made that sound was him."

Zuo Bai completed the memory retrieval in one second, but there was no such face in his memory.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression stern, his voice low and calm, and uttered two words lightly: "Identity?"

Zhao Jingyi lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry, mentor. I'm still investigating."

Deathly silence spread in the car.

The three seconds of silence seemed as long as three centuries, until Zuo Bai spoke again: "Where are we now?"

Zhao Jingyi slid the screen hurriedly, and her fingertips slid on the touchpad twice before bringing up the map.

The holographic projection unfolded in the air. A blue triangle symbol was moving slowly on the grid line, and in the northeast direction, a dazzling red dot kept flashing.

"[Mask] is missing again, but the nanochip implanted in Feng Yuhuai's body has accurately located her position, 7.4 kilometers away from us, and is expected to arrive in 11 minutes."

Zhao Jingyi raised her head and answered tremblingly:

"I think that after you wake up, you will want to see Feng Yuhuai again as soon as possible. Please forgive me for taking the initiative."

Zuo Bai slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth finally curled up:
"You are quite smart. From now on, you should learn from me."

....
"March 3th?!"

Feng Mu's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Feng Ju in disbelief:

"That day was indeed the day I left school, but father, you said that Zheng Hang turned into a [mask] on that day. What does that mean?"

Feng Ju did not answer directly, but asked meaningfully:

"Do you remember what special thing happened in school that day?"

Feng Mu frowned, lost in memories:
"That day, a murder occurred in the abandoned warehouse behind the school. A girl was killed, and the police station even sent someone to investigate."

At this point, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he suddenly remembered some key information:
"Wait! I remember the name Zheng Hang! At that time, the campus was full of rumors that the murderer of that girl was Zheng Hang!"

Feng Mu's voice unconsciously rose a few notches:

"By the way, Zheng Hang is the son of the leader of the Green Wolf Gang. When I went to work at the incinerator a few days ago, I was harassed by people from the Green Wolf Gang.

I heard that the leader of the Green Wolf Gang didn’t believe his son would kill anyone, and he was sure his son was also murdered, and he was searching the whole city for the real culprit.”

At this point, Feng Mu suddenly paused, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes:
"So the truth is?"

Feng Mu's performance was flawless. Today, this original origin case has finally surfaced again.

But this time, Feng Mu didn't need to bury it anymore.

Because no matter how many doubts and loopholes there are in this case, "Zheng Hang" who appeared on TV today is equivalent to applying a perfect patch to the case.

Similarly, this murder case will surely become the most powerful footnote to the birth of [Mask].

[Mask] is alive, and Zheng Hang is alive too;

[Mask] is Zheng Hang, Zheng Hang is [Mask], locked in!

(End of this chapter)