Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 481 I Return from the Abyss.
On TV, Deng Jia Jia took the microphone with trembling hands, her knuckles turned white from the force.

Her eyes were red and tears formed beads on her eyelashes, rolling down as she blinked.

"Actually." Her voice was choked with sobs and almost broke, "We didn't just go down alone. There was also Ren Xuan..."

When she said the name, her lips trembled uncontrollably, as if she had used up all her strength just to utter these two words.

Tears finally burst out, she sobbed, but still tried to be strong and said:
"He wanted us to escape with the materials."

Deng Jiajia bit her lower lip hard, blood seeping out between her teeth.
"He took the initiative to cover the rear and used his own life to lure away those man-eating monsters..."

The camera turned to Tang An, and the male reporter also had red eyes and an extremely sad face.

He raised the microphone, his Adam's apple rolled violently, but he couldn't utter a complete syllable.

The host sighed heavily:
“The sacrifice of journalist Ren Xuan saddens all of us, but it is because of fearless journalists like you that the people of District 9 can see the truth.”

There was warm applause from the audience.

The host asked at the right time: "Besides the live broadcast content, did you shoot anything else during the interruption of the live broadcast?"

"some."

Deng Jia Jia wiped away the tears from her face hard, smudging her makeup, but this also made her look more real and her words more convincing.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling but firm:
"Those scenes are too bloody and too taboo... Just watching them is likely to pollute and distort the audience's cognition and consciousness. The degree of danger is beyond imagination..."

At this point, she paused slightly, glanced at the crowd, then looked at the camera and explained to the audience in District 9:
“For this reason, after careful study, the station has decided to seal up all relevant video materials and hand them over to government officials.

I firmly believe that the Executive Yuan will be able to find out the mastermind behind those monsters, catch them all in one fell swoop, and give the victims a due explanation."

"pat-"

The remote control in Feng Yuhuai's hand fell to the ground.

Her pupils contracted violently, her lips moved, and she stammered and repeated:

"One is dead... and there are two... two..."

Feng Mu came over at the right time and sat down next to the clever Imoto, with a harmless smile on his face.

"Yes, one reporter died," he said in a long tone, "and two reporters are still alive."

Feng Mu helped Yimoto pick up the remote control on the ground, and then he said, whether intentionally or unintentionally:

"So it seems that there is no need for Father to bother restoring the memory card, right?
The TV station has already said that the complete video has been sent to the Executive Yuan, and the police station... just needs to wait for orders from above."

Feng Yuhuai turned his head and looked at his brother with a stiff gaze, his mind constantly echoing:

"The video is in the hands of the Executive Government. The Executive Government is in the hands of the Executive Government."

Feng Mu sighed:

"Perhaps the police station has already received the order. Sigh, it must be very dangerous to arrest such a monster. I hope father will be safe and sound... Come home!!"

The corpse suddenly twitched as if in a spasm.

First, the left earlobe trembled strangely, as if catching some inaudible whisper, and then the joint of the index finger made a "click" sound.

The next second, Feng Ju seemed to be pulled up by an invisible string, and his upper body stood straight up.

His pupils dilated to the limit in the darkness, and there was thick darkness in front of him.

There was nothing, no sound as if he was being pulled out of the abyss, and no warmth of his daughter lying on his back.

Only the open car door swayed gently in the night wind, like a hungry big mouth, constantly swallowing up the sobbing night wind.

"I'm not dead? Was everything just now a dream?"

Feng Ju raised his hand dully, and touched his chest with trembling fingertips.

Under the smooth skin, the ribs were arranged intactly, without that bloody hole.

"It was really a dream. How could Yu Huai..."

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the fingers that were touching his back suddenly froze - there was clearly a hole in the fabric, and his fingertips felt sticky.

When he got closer, he saw dark red blood on his fingertips that had not yet coagulated.

"This is impossible." He frantically searched his pockets, his mechanical fingers scraping against the fabric, making a harsh friction sound.

When the shattered memory card was finally taken out, the whole world was silent at that moment.

"Boom-"

There was a muffled sound coming from deep in my chest.

It seemed like the sound of my own heartbeat, but it was extremely strange and unfamiliar.

Feng Ju was stunned for 10 seconds before he heard the next "dong".

Even though he was about to burst through the top of his head with fear, his heartbeat was so slow and dull that it suffocated him, as if someone was beating a leather drum in an empty coffin.

After a long while, Feng Ju's mouth suddenly opened wide.

There were no tears, no wailing, but the suppressed movement of the throat.

"I am dead!"

"I should be dead...right?!!"

"Ho-"

He tilted his head, his eyes fixed on the shattered memory card in his hand. The dark car window reflected his horrible smile that was more terrifying than crying.

"Did Yu Huai kill me?!"

"My good daughter?"

"It's my...good daughter!"

Feng Ju turned his head and looked straight in the direction of his home - the window was lit with warm light, like a flame that lures moths.

He got out of the car with a strange smile, and was about to walk towards home, but his feet suddenly froze and an expression of intense and painful struggle appeared on his face.

"Ho ho ho"

A strange laugh came out from between his teeth.

He staggered out of the car, but froze the moment he raised his foot.

His facial muscles suddenly twitched violently, the left half of his face twisted into an expression of pain, while the right half was filled with violent anger.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket with trembling hands, and the screen saver was still a photo of him and his daughter.

The name "Yu Huai" in the address book flashed under my fingertips, but I couldn't press it.

Some invisible force is holding him back—perhaps the remnants of his father's love, or perhaps something darker.

If I rush back like this, am I going to kill Yu Huai?

Or... will she kill me again? ! !
"boom--"

He slammed the door and fell back into the driver's seat. His entire face seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the car.

"It was Yu Huai who killed me." The hoarse voice gradually became clear, "Then who resurrected me?"

Feng Ju didn't know whether he was alive or not. He listened to his own horrible heartbeat and looked at the darkening blood vessels under his skin.

He suspected that although he was alive, he was not fully alive.

Even more bizarre was the fact that a string of translucent numbers was floating on his retina, decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye:

【335:54:59】

【335:54:58】

【335:54:57】

【335:54:56】

(End of this chapter)