Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 488: Surprised? What is this?
The moment Feng Ju pushed open the door of the police station, noisy sounds mixed with the smell of cheap tobacco hit him in the face.

There were shadowy figures in the hall, with more than a dozen people surrounding the filthy figure in the center.

The original color of Dong Ping's uniform could no longer be seen. The fabric was covered with gray-brown mouse hair and suspicious mucus. His mechanical prosthesis was broken at the elbow joint, and the exposed circuit wires drooped and swayed like torn intestines.

He did not change his clothes, but showed it to everyone as a medal of honor for his survival.

The only flaw was that his other arm was wrapped in gauze, which was oozing with blood and emitting a foul smell from the sewer.

The brothers couldn't bear to see this, so they bandaged and disinfected his arm, which was full of pits and bite marks.

Xiao Wang from the infirmary stood nearby with a forced smile on his face. It took him 20 minutes to bandage the arm, and he vomited twice during the process.

"Captain Feng!"

Dong Ping's suddenly raised voice brought the noise to an abrupt end.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing an overly brilliant smile, and opened his arms one and a half arms warmly:
"Surprisingly, I crawled out of the sewer!"

Under the light, his teeth shone with an abnormal luster, as if they had been soaked in some liquid.

The colleagues who were watching tacitly made way for a passage.

Everyone knew that in the team, Dong Ping and Captain Feng had the closest relationship, otherwise they would not have gathered in the police station in the middle of the night to "celebrate" his birthday.

"I feel like Captain Feng was so surprised that he almost cried." Someone whispered.

Some clever constables even took out tissues in advance, ready to hand them to Captain Feng who was about to cry for joy.

Feng Ju stood where he was, scanning the crowd with stiff eyes.

Feng Ju was originally very guilty and surprised about Dong Ping's escape from death.

But, at this moment, his mind was filled with more important things and people, and his slowly beating heart was already filled with too many surprises, so there was no room for Dong Ping.

Escape from death?

Whoops!
Is it better than coming back from the dead? ! !

The corner of Feng Ju's mouth twitched, and in the end he just uttered an vague "hmm".

Then, without looking back, he walked through the crowd and headed towards the technical department in a hurry.

Dong Ping's smile froze on his face and his open arms slowly dropped.

A drop of turbid liquid seeped out from the gap in the gauze, making a slight "plop" sound when it fell on the floor, emitting a stronger smell of sewer.

"Captain Feng, maybe it's too surprising?"

The young constable tried to smooth things over, his voice becoming increasingly quiet.

No one answered. Everyone looked at each other, covered their noses and dispersed.

Dong Ping stared at Feng Ju's receding back, with undisguised resentment in his eyes.

This was completely different from his script - he had imagined Feng Ju would panic, or pretend to hug him and cry.

But what he didn’t expect was that… he was treated coldly?

"He won't even give me a hug?"

Dong Ping clenched his teeth, and the wound under the gauze oozed more mucus due to anger.

Originally, when he was brought back in that taxi, his last wish was to kill Feng Ju.

But now, he felt that this was too easy for Feng Ju.

"I remember that Captain Feng's favorite person was his daughter, and the one he treated like an enemy was his son, right?"

His "last wish" is sublimating - not only does he want Feng Ju to die.

More like him.
Dong Ping walked out of the police station in silence, and a taxi stopped by the roadside not a minute or a second later.

He got into the back seat and roughly tore off the bandage on his arm. The festering flesh fell off, and the decayed fluid dripped onto the leather seat, leaving dark green marks on the seat.

The driver frowned slightly and looked at the rearview mirror. Dong Ping also looked up at the rearview mirror.

What was reflected in the rearview mirror was not a human face, but a skeleton covered with human skin: the empty eye sockets were crawling with maggots, and a few strands of half-rotten tendons hung from the lower jawbone.

The driver frowned slightly, his voice full of magnetism:
"You were going to use his flesh to fill your body, so why didn't you do it? Are you going to regret it?"

Dong Ping opened his mouth, and his jaw made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

He pulled a dead rat from his pocket, its gray-black fur stained with sewer filth.

He stuffed it into his mouth, and the crisp sound of his teeth crushing bones was particularly clear in the carriage:
"How could that be? I promised you that if you help me fulfill my last wish, my body will be yours. I'm already dead, so how could I regret it? I'm very grateful that you gave me this opportunity."

"I just don't want Feng Ju's rotten body anymore."

He chewed, rancid juice oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"I'm going to fill myself up with another, more tender piece of meat, is that ok?"

The driver looked at Dong Ping quietly, feeling the growing resentment in him. The resentment was like materialized black fog, spreading in the narrow compartment.

Then the driver let out a magnetic laugh:

"Of course, no problem. Who would refuse a body that can be more completely redeemed?"

.........

Feng Ju pushed open the door of the technical department, and was greeted by the pungent smell of chemicals and the humming sound of machines.

This room, which is always lit with pale lights, is like the "evidence processing factory" of the police station - sometimes repairing the truth, sometimes creating the truth.

In short, the police station's crime-solving rate is inseparable from the silent support of the technical department behind the scenes.

Deng Zhen was leaning over a microscope, deftly fiddling with a piece of fingerprint film with his rubber-gloved fingers.

When he heard the door open, his hand trembled and half of his fingerprint stuck to the handle of the dagger.

Feng Ju's face was gloomy and his eyebrows were shrunken into a knot.

"Captain Feng... Captain Feng, the bureau is very short on manpower recently. If some of the backlog cases are not solved, it will affect the monthly evaluation, so I..."

Deng Zhen explained stutteringly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Feng Ju waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him.

He took out the shredded memory card from his pocket and handed it to Deng Zhen:

"Can this thing be repaired?"

Deng Zhen took the memory card and his face instantly turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

He shook his head helplessly and said:

"Captain Feng, it's broken into pieces like this. Our patrol station's technology can't restore it. Maybe there's more advanced technology in the upper city that can do it. Otherwise, why don't you go ask the special commissioner?"

Feng Ju's heart skipped a beat. Looking for a special envoy?

Although he still didn't know what was recorded in the memory card, the contents inside had caused his good daughter to kill her father, so how could he dare to let the special envoy see it?

If the special envoy sees this, he won't be able to clean himself up even if he has two mouths.

Feng Ju sighed irritably, put the memory card back into his pocket, and turned around to leave.

Just as he was about to step out the door, his eyes inadvertently swept across an injection on the table.

The syringe was completely black and gave off a strange smell under the dim light. There seemed to be metal particles like nanoworms wriggling inside.

Feng Ju stopped in his tracks and pointed at the injection and asked:

"What is this?"

(End of this chapter)