Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 492 A Story Even a Madman Can't Make Up

1:48 am, "Lao Chen Ji" snack shop open 24 hours a day.

The second hand of the wall clock cut through the time with a "click, click" sound, interweaving with Feng Ju's hoarse narration - the once majestic father now seemed like a paranoid madman, repeating words like "monster", "mask", "heart" incoherently.

Feng Mu listened in a confused manner, his brows furrowed.

Feng Ju looked at his son nervously, afraid that he would think he was crazy.

The scene before him made Feng Ju involuntarily think of the panic his good-for-nothing son would feel when facing him every time he brought back his martial arts transcript.

However, in this situation, the identities of father and son seem to have been subtly reversed.

half an hour.

"So, Dad, what you mean is..."

Feng Mucai spoke slowly, his voice was so dry that it didn't sound like his own.

"Yu Huai is the same as that [masked] monster in the sewer?"

Feng Ju's face was gloomy, and his masseter muscles bulged, as if he was about to bite his teeth to pieces:

"Not only that, I now suspect Feng Yuhuai is the [Fake]."

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly. He pushed his glasses with his hand and questioned:
"Wasn't [Mask] filmed? The man on TV, father, you said his name was Zheng Hang, and he went to the same school as me."

Feng Ju shook his head slowly, a shadow flowing across his face.

He thought a lot on the way here and went over the clues in his hands carefully again.

Feng Ju put all his twenty years of criminal investigation experience to use today. He gathered all his lifelong detective skills and finally pieced together a truth that horrified him:

“[The mask] doesn’t necessarily have to be just one.”

His voice was hoarse, and his fingers unconsciously left deep scratches on the table.

"Zheng Hang is a [mask], Yu Huai is also a [mask]. It's the only way."

"Yes, that explains everything!"

Feng Ju slammed his fist on the table, causing the cups and plates to shake violently. Coffee splashed onto the old wooden table, looking like dried blood.
"Damn it! Why did I only figure it out now!"

His voice was extremely angry, but he had to suppress it:

"Yu Huai's strength has improved by leaps and bounds recently. She even shined in the martial arts joint examination and almost won the championship! And her personality has changed. She suddenly became taciturn some time ago."

The guests at two tables in the distance were startled by the sudden noise and turned their heads to look over.

The owner of the snack bar also leaned his head out from behind the counter, feeling sorry for the tables in the shop.

But Feng Ju's voice remained deep in his throat, like the growl of a trapped beast.

No one could hear those horrifying crazy words clearly except Feng Mu who was sitting opposite him.

When everyone saw his scary appearance and the uniform he was wearing, they all quickly looked away for fear of getting into trouble.

Feng Mudu had never expected Feng Ju to be able to reason to this extent. He couldn't help but applaud his father in his heart.

"It seems that Yimoto's heart-piercing blow is not all bad for Feng Ju. At least his professional skills are forced to upgrade."

Feng Mu thought quietly in his heart, and said with a half-doubtful expression:
"Okay, Dad, even if your speculation is true, then according to what you said."

He paused meaningfully and said, "Dad, your heart must have been taken away by your sister, right?"

Feng Ju silently took off his coat and turned around to reveal the shocking hole on the back of his shirt. There was still dark red bloodstains on the edge of the fabric, and the pale skin inside could be seen through the hole.

"no."

Feng Mu's voice became unusually calm.
"What I want to ask is, people will die without a heart, so how come you are still alive, Dad? It can't be that you are also..."

The air froze instantly, and the atmosphere was oppressive with a hint of mystery. Feng Ju's expression became extremely complicated, with anger, hesitation, and fear flashing alternately, and his heart was in a fierce struggle between heaven and man.

On the way here, this question had circled in his mind thousands of times.

Coming back from the dead is his biggest secret, and he doesn't want to tell anyone from the bottom of his heart.

But if he didn't tell the truth, how could this rebellious son believe that his sister had turned into a monster?

But now.
He has to deal with the "filial daughter" who turned into a monster. He needs help, someone he can trust.

Ironically, after thinking about everyone around him, he finally found that only this "rebellious son" who was the most disliked by him met the requirements.

After all, they are the family whose destinies are forever closely linked!
As for the power of the police station, Feng Ju would never dare to use it. Otherwise, once the matter was exposed, how would the special commissioner view him?

ok~
It turns out that Li Shang was not the one covering up for [Mask], but an old father who loved his daughter dearly.

The more Feng Ju thought about it, the more confused he became. The deadline given by the special envoy was one week, but the countdown on his retina gave him only two weeks.

The two deadlines are coming one after the other, each one more urgent than the other. Feng Ju doesn't have much time left, so he must race against time and not delay for even a moment.

"That's all."

Feng Ju touched his left chest, feeling the eerie and slow heartbeat, and no longer hesitated.

He raised his eyes, looked at his son with almost equal eyes for the first time, and uttered three words:

"I am dead!"

Feng Ju thought he would see panic on his rebellious son's face, but he didn't. He only saw calmness and contemplation on his face.

"This rebellious son has a big heart!" Feng Ju praised him in his heart, which was rare.

Seeing Feng Mu didn't say anything, he added: "But someone else saved me."

Feng Mu then asked, "Who?"

"I do not know."

Feng Ju's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
"But he must know me, maybe even someone around me. No, should I say another... monster?!!"

Feng Ju still had some reservations and did not tell his rebellious son about the countdown in his eyes.

Feng Mu pondered for a moment and concluded meaningfully:
"In other words, besides Yu Huai, there is another monster hiding beside my father, and his motives are unclear?"

Feng Ju nodded heavily and suddenly asked, "You don't believe me?"

Feng Mu did not answer immediately. He stared at Feng Ju calmly, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a reassuring arc:

"Family members must trust each other, so I naturally believe what my father says."

Feng Ju's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but the wrinkles between his brows were still not completely smoothed out.

Just then, he heard his son continue:
“More importantly, the story my father told was too bizarre.

But because of this, it doesn’t seem like a fabricated lie. After all, even a madman can’t make up such an absurd story.”

Feng Ju's expression completely relaxed, and there was even a rare flash of admiration in his eyes.

"I was wrong before. Although you are not as talented in martial arts as Yu Huai..."

He paused and said solemnly,

But now it seems that you have more brains than your sister."

Feng Mu's mouth curled up into an arc with an ambiguous meaning, and suddenly changed the subject:
"So, what does my father want me to do by telling me all this?"

(End of this chapter)