Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 479 Don’t look back, don’t blame me for having a good dream
The lights in the upper city had long been turned off, and the night enveloped the entire lower city like melted tar.

There were not even a few street lamps in the dilapidated neighborhood. Only sporadic lights coming through the windows of a few households cast a few blurry streaks of light in the darkness.

Feng Yuhuai trotted to catch up with his father, his little white shoes making a series of rapid, crisp sounds on the concrete floor.

She stood on tiptoe and carefully put on her father's uniform coat.

She raised her face, and a faint light sprinkled on her dark pupils:

"Dad, what happened? You look panicked."

There was just the right amount of worry in his voice.

Feng Ju's facial muscles twitched unnaturally. He raised his hand and rubbed his daughter's head, forcing a smile:
"I'm not panicking, I'm surprised. Dad has a colleague. I thought he died in the sewer, but I didn't expect him to come back alive."

He deliberately emphasized his tone and explained:

"I thought someone was dead, but he turned out to be found. What a pleasant surprise."

The night wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, swirling around the feet of the father and daughter.

Feng Yuhuai nodded obediently, her hair fluttering gently in the wind: "It is indeed a pleasant surprise to have found something that was lost."

The corners of her mouth curled up sweetly, but there was ice in her eyes.

The community was quiet and deserted. Feng Ju came back late and parked his car in a very remote location.

"Okay, Yuhuai, you can go back." Feng Ju said to his good girl.

Feng Yuhuai took her father's arm and shook it coquettishly:
"No, I just want to stay with you for a while longer."

Feng Yuhuai's words came from the heart. She cherished every minute and every second she spent with her father tonight.

If possible, she wished that this road leading to the car could extend infinitely like the magic path in fairy tales, so that they could walk side by side till the end of time.

Feng Ju's expression softened and he reached out and touched his daughter's head. Although the night wind was cold, he felt warm in his heart.

Unfortunately, the night wind urged their footsteps to the side of the car.

The two walked side by side, Feng Yuhuai's little white shoes made a slight clicking sound, and Feng Ju's mechanical arm made a regular sound of metal friction.

The blue and white car was parked in a very remote place, and its body was covered with dust, like a metal coffin waiting for its owner.

Feng Ju opened the car door and turned to look at his daughter.

"Dad will be back when he's done with his work." His voice was much softer than usual. "Wait for Dad at home."

Feng Yuhuai nodded obediently, folding her hands in front of her, like an exquisite doll.

The night wind blew her skirt, and a white flower bloomed at her feet.

Feng Ju smiled and was about to lean over to get into the driver's seat when he was suddenly grabbed by a force.

The girl's slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind with surprising strength.

She pressed her face against her father's back and took a deep breath, as if to engrave this warmth into her memory.

"Dad, I love you."

Her voice was sickly sweet, with a kind of morbid attachment.

"I will always be your proudest daughter."

Feng Ju's body froze.

The last time his daughter hugged him like this was when she couldn't reach the candy box on the cupboard.

Just as the memories were about to flood back to my mind, a piercing chill suddenly pierced through my chest.

He slowly lowered his head——

A hand made of blood-colored silk threads was slowly extending from his chest.

The threads squirmed like living things, leaving tiny beads of blood at the points of penetration.

In the center of the palm, a bright red heart was still beating, squeezing out warm blood with every contraction.

"Whose hand is this, and whose heart is this?" Feng Ju's pupils trembled violently and his mind went blank.

He wanted to turn his head, but found that his neck was entangled with countless fine hairs, each of which was deeply embedded in the skin and hooked the arc of rotation.

"Dad, don't look back,"

I heard my daughter's voice from my back, and her voice was still sweet and well-behaved, as if she was just saying good night to her father.

The warm breath penetrated his skin through the thin shirt, but the temperature made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"As long as you don't look back, you will always remember your daughter's most beautiful appearance."

A hoarse gasp came from Feng Ju's throat, his mechanical arm made a clicking sound, and the gears inside were stuck by the red silk thread.

"Why...why?"

He moved his eyes with difficulty and saw the scene reflected in the car window.

The good girl buried her whole face in his back, just like when she was carried on his back as a child, with her soft long hair resting on his neck. The scene was so warm that it almost made people feel dazed.

But the feeling from inside his body was extremely real, he could feel that something was traveling inside his body.

It wasn't pain, but a strange, invaded feeling. Living things were wriggling in his veins, weaving through the gaps between mechanical parts, like spiders weaving a web and building a nest inside his body.

Pain and fear surged like a tide, and Feng Ju's vision began to blur.

"Why."

He forced out the question again, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible.

Feng Yuhuai rubbed her face against his back gently, and her warm tears soaked through his shirt and seeped into his skin.

"Dad, don't blame me."

Her voice was filled with innocent grievance.
"I just listened to you and took every step carefully and firmly, and never fell into danger."

Feng Yuhuai used both arms to hug his father tighter:

"But Dad, the memory card in your pocket could be my biggest danger. Why don't you give it to your brother instead of keeping it for yourself?"

Feng Ju could no longer hear clearly the words that followed.

His vision went completely dark, and the last thing he felt was his daughter's cold fingers gently stroking his cheek - the touch was heartbreakingly gentle, as if she was treating a fragile and precious collection.

The bloody thread receded like the tide, leaving only a dried-up shell.

Feng Yuhuai carefully lifted up his father's light body, as if he was holding a delicate doll.

She placed the body on the driver's seat, gently positioning it in a leaning position so that the face she loved most was buried deep in the shadows.

"That's good."

She murmured to herself, stuffing the shriveled heart back into the empty chest, and even carefully straightened the folds of her father's uniform.

And from beginning to end, she never let Feng Ju turn his head.

Just like she said to her father, as long as her father doesn't turn his head, her memory will always freeze the face of her father who is proud of her.

The night wind blew across the empty parking lot, rolling up a few dead leaves and stirring the quiet shadows on the ground.

Feng Yuhuai stood quietly outside the car door, his face covered with tear marks.

When she raised her hand to wipe it, the blood on her fingertips left a seductive mark on her cheek.

But in a flash, that sweet and lovely smile returned to her face.

She stood on tiptoe and gave her father a last kiss on the back of his head. Her eyelashes trembled slightly when her lips touched the cold and dry skin.

"Good night, Dad."

Feng Yuhuai's voice was as light as a feather falling.
“Have a sweet dream!!!”

(End of this chapter)