Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 491 Father and Son Midnight Snack
Feng Ju's face looked particularly gloomy in the shadow inside the car.

He lowered his voice, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"Now you pretend that the prison is looking for you for something, and then go out and secretly look for me. Remember, don't say you are looking for me."

The tire rolled over the speed bump and the car body jolted violently.

Feng Ju's voice became even deeper:

"Remember, don't let your sister notice anything unusual. Then call me after you leave."

Feng Mu hung up the phone and turned off the TV. The room suddenly fell silent. His mother was very tired after cleaning the kitchen and had fallen asleep.

"My old father was so immersed in grief that his mind became a little dull. Didn't he hear me calling him 'Dad' as soon as the call was connected? If Yu Huai was right next to me at the time, he would have been exposed."

But on second thought, it is understandable.

After all, Yu Huai is her father’s favorite jewel in the eye.

In fact, Feng Mu was quite surprised that his father did not get carried away by anger and rush home desperately after he "came back to life".

"It seems."

He whispered to himself, his smile growing,

"My sister and I's villain 'talent' was inherited from our father after all."

The night wind blew dead leaves through the doorway of the building. Feng Mu buttoned up his windbreaker and pressed the redial button.

"Dad, I'm out." His voice was wrapped in the coolness of the night, "Where are you?"

Feng Ju gave Feng Mu an address, and then asked:

"Your sister didn't notice, did she?"

Feng Mu said gently, "Of course not, Yu Huai is not at home. But why did you hide it from your sister?"

Feng Ju's voice froze: "Why didn't you say so earlier? Forget it, come find me first."

Feng Mu grinned: "Didn't you tell me not to say a word?"

Feng Ju: “….”

On the street corner in the early morning, the 24-hour snack shop was lit with pale lights.

Feng Mu pushed the door open and walked in. The cold wind blew the night fog into the store. He chose a seat by the window and sat down. He tapped the table with his fingertips and looked at the empty street outside the window.

Feng Mu walked in and sat by the window. He waited for more than ten minutes before Feng Ju came out from the dark alley opposite and walked in.

The father and son sat opposite each other. There were several bowls of steaming snacks on the table, but neither of them touched their chopsticks.

Silence spread between the two of them, like a thick layer of ice.

They had never been like ordinary fathers and sons, sitting in a street shop late at night and sharing a bowl of hot midnight snack.

Feng Mu searched carefully in the depths of his original body's memory, but could not find any scene of the father and son having a midnight snack.

It turns out this is the first time.

He lowered his eyes to look at the steam rising from the table, a trace of absurd sarcasm rising in his heart:

"Today's meal, in the final analysis, is all thanks to Imoto."

Feng Ju stretched out his dark fingers and rubbed his broken nose, feeling a pain in his heart:
"I always take Yuhuai out for midnight snacks. I give her all my love, but she...

On the contrary, even though this rebellious son has grown wings and dared to disobey me, at least he won’t be so treasonous as to stab me in the back…right? ! ! "

The father and son looked at each other, and Feng Ju felt the same sense of closeness that he had felt when he answered the phone just now.

It's still very bland. Just now it was probably one piece of sugar mixed with ten cups of water, but now it's upgraded to nine cups of water.

However, Feng Ju was not suspicious. He attributed this to the sequelae of "losing a daughter in middle age."

Feng Mu could also feel the changes in Feng Ju's inner emotions, but he understood the other person's heart better than Feng Ju did, because he was the one who held the heart in the other person's chest.

The closeness Feng Ju now felt towards him was more like a puppet's instinctive attachment to its creator, mixed with a conditioned reflex to his glasses, rather than a relationship between father and son.

"The gift of [Feast] is never a panacea. Not everyone who is gifted with a new life will become Wang Cong and be devoted to me." Feng Muxin said.

This is one of the reasons why he chose to secretly bestow the gift on Feng Ju without revealing his identity. [Feast] can grant life, but cannot directly control the soul - there are still several "cooking processes" in between.

Therefore, the desire to simply control the world by relying on gifts can basically be extinguished.

Take Feng Ju as an example. If Feng Mu revealed at this moment that it was he who gave Feng Ju a favor, then Feng Ju would probably explode on the spot in the next second.

Feng Mu will lose an experience pack.

gratitude?

Give me a break!

There really aren't people that naive.

Feng Mu knew this so-called father too well - he lost only his life when he was stabbed in the back by his beloved filial daughter;

However, if he was to be controlled by this "rebellious son" for the rest of his life, then he would not be loving his sister again, but...

Feng Mu stopped thinking and obediently picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it on Feng Ju's plate:
"Dad, you just rushed back to the police station when you were halfway through your meal. You must not be full."

Feng Ju looked at his rebellious son and felt mixed emotions. He didn't want to eat at all. Everything he ate had no taste in his mouth.

He frowned, chewed a mouthful, swallowed it whole, then put down his chopsticks and said:
"Feng Mu, I have a very important secret to tell you. In this family, I can only trust you now..."

Of course Feng Ju trusted Wang Xiuli more, but Wang Xiuli could not help.

Feng Mu suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a pure and harmless expression:

"Dad, what are you talking about? The person you trust the most in the family must be your sister. She is the pride and hope of our family."

He reminded Feng Ju seriously:

"Dad, please don't say such things again. Yu Huai is going to the upper city soon, and I don't want her to misunderstand."

With every word that Feng Mu uttered, Feng Ju's face grew darker.

But Feng Mu seemed to have no regard for it at all, and said like a good brother:

"Dad, you're acting strange today. It was a little strange that you called me just now. Is there something you need to hide from my beloved sister?"

Before Feng Ju could speak, Feng Mu said sympathetically:

"We are eating out, do we really not need to invite our sister over? Yu Huai will be unhappy if she finds out."

While speaking, Feng Mu took out a cell phone from his pocket and pretended to dial it.

Feng Ju suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Mu's wrist, and without caring about covering up or choosing words, he said in a low voice:
"She's not your sister, she's a monster!"

Feng Mu's pupils suddenly shrank, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Wha...what?"

Feng Ju stared at his son, lowered his voice by three points, and said through gritted teeth:

"I said, Feng Yuhuai is not your sister. She is a monster in human skin, the same monster that appeared in the sewer in the live broadcast."

When Feng Ju said the last few words, his eyes were bloodshot as if he wanted to eat someone.

Feng Mu seemed frightened. He stared at Feng Ju and said doubtfully:

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about, are you crazy?"

Feng Ju felt so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He suddenly took out a handful of memory card fragments from his pocket and slammed them on the table.

The plastic fragments bounced around and a few particles splashed into the soup bowl.

"Just now, your good sister took out my heart from behind while I was getting in the car..."

His voice was hoarse.
"Just destroy this storage card."

In order to emphasize that what he said was true, Feng Ju stood up and excitedly grabbed Feng Mu's collar, dragged him towards him, and said harshly:

"Do you know that if you had brought the memory card back to the prison to repair it today, the person whose heart was taken out just now would be you!!!"

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(End of this chapter)