Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 494 Return to the old place, help me
The late night wind carried the smell of decay through the alley. Feng Yuhuai stood in front of the black clinic. The neon sign of the hair salon diagonally opposite made her eye sockets, where her eyeballs were missing, shine with colorful lights.

Memories from more than a month ago came flooding back:

How she limped into the clinic, how she walked into the basement in fear, and how she was reborn on that blood-stained operating table!
"It feels like a lifetime ago, hehe!" Feng Yuhuai's lips curled up in a weird and somewhat crazy smile.

She looked at the tightly closed roller shutter in front of her and gently smoothed the ends of her hair.

At the same time, a strand of red thread oozed out from her fingertips and drilled into the gap of the rolling door like a living thing. She gently hooked her finger -

"Wow!"

The entire rolling door was violently lifted up, revealing the gray glass door behind it.

The red rag doll hanging above the door had a hollow eye, with the other eye coming undone and revealing the cotton thread. Its grinning mouth protruded a bright red cloth tongue, which swayed gently with the airflow.

Feng Yuhuai's breathing stopped for a moment, and he stared blankly at the rag doll on his head.

"Ah--"

She slowly pushed open the glass door and walked in following the vague yet deep memory of that night.

She fumbled and opened a secret door, revealing a staircase leading downwards.

Feng Yuhuai's heels stepped on the wooden steps, making a hollow sound.

With each step down, the smell of decay and disinfectant in the air became stronger.

Feng Yuhuai walked to the door of the basement, took a deep breath, and gently pushed it open.

The scene in the basement was the same as that day:
Dozens of "puppets" were hung on the ceiling.

The hooks were deeply embedded in their collarbones, their eyes were half open, covered with a layer of gray film, their eyes were cloudy and empty, their lips were trembling slightly, but no sound came out, and eternal fear was frozen in their eyes.

The abdomen of some "works" was cruelly cut open, revealing the mechanical parts or alien organs inside.

Feng Yuhuai walked in. Her expression was in stark contrast to the panic she had when she first entered. At this moment, her heart was as calm as water.

She looked at these hanging puppets coldly, just gently covering her nose, with a hint of disgust in her eyes:
“These crude works have no artistic beauty.”

Under the shadowless light of the operating table, a young man's body was displayed like a disassembled toy.

His chest was open and his internal organs were placed on an iron plate, forming a tiny hill. The dripping blood made an eerie rhythm on the ground.

The man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and Feng Yuhuai's figure appeared in his pupils.

He couldn't make any sound, but he still struggled to move. Blood dripped slowly along his chin, silently conveying his despair and cry for help:
"Help me—"

"Who?!"

Ge Qingming turned around suddenly, and the scalpel drew a scarlet arc in the air, and blood drops from the tip of the knife splashed onto the wall.

When he saw who was coming, his tense shoulders relaxed and an expression almost like fatherly love appeared in his cloudy eyes.

To some extent, Feng Yuhuai is Ge Qingming's most perfect work, and it was he who gave Feng Yuhuai an alternative new life.

Ge Qingming grinned, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and asked: "It's you? Why are you back?"

Feng Yuhuai did not answer immediately, but first glanced at the man on the iron bed, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Is this another container prepared for the Puppet Mother?" she asked coldly.

Ge Qingming waved his hand and said with a smile:
"This defective product is not worthy of the puppet mother. It is just a small toy for me to kill time."

The last glimmer of hope in the eyes of the man on the iron bed also died. He understood that this female high school student and that devilish doctor were in cahoots. After a few words of small talk, Feng Yuhuai answered Ge Qingming's question.

Feng Yuhuai showed a sweet smile on his face, which seemed particularly weird in this terrifying space.

she says:

"I've been exposed. The Executive Office will soon send people to arrest me. I must leave District 9. But I'm just an ordinary high school student, so I need your help..."

I have to say that Feng Yuhuai is worthy of being the daughter educated and trained by Feng Ju.

When they encounter danger, they will first seek help from the person they can trust most.

The person Feng Ju can trust the most at this moment is Feng Mu, and the person Feng Yuhuai can trust the most at this moment is Ge Qingming, who has been so kind to her and is like a reborn parent to her.

Ge Qingming's scalpel fell into the iron plate with a clang. His loose face twitched violently, and a trace of panic flashed in his cloudy eyes:
"Are you crazy? How dare you come to me?"

Feng Yuhuai raised the corners of his lips in a sweet arc, tilted his head like a child asking for candy, and answered as a matter of course:

"Otherwise, I'm homeless now, and you're the only person I can trust now."

Thank you so much for your trust!

Ge Qingming gritted his teeth, the fatherly smile on his face disappeared, and he said grimly:
"I can't help you. You have to find a way to escape by yourself."

Feng Yuhuai's brows were slightly furrowed, and this expression made her look particularly innocent:

"We both belong to the same puppet mother, and you offered me to her with your own hands."

Her voice trembled with grievance:
"In my heart, I have long regarded you as my second father. Can you bear to see me being captured by the Executive Yuan?"

Ge Qingming suddenly laughed, and the sound of his laughter was like a rusty blade scraping against bones:
"Poor child, you have misunderstood the rules of the Puppet Mother."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and sewed the man on the iron bed.
"Puppet Mother is the most fair. I saved your life, and you gave your body. We are even now."

The man on the iron bed screamed silently, his limbs thrashing about weakly. Ge Qingming ignored him and continued to thread the needle, saying:

"As for mutual assistance? There is no such term in Puppet Mother's teachings. We don't need accomplices, let alone family members..."

The ceiling suddenly shook violently, and the hanging "cured meats" all turned to face Feng Yuhuai. Their dry lips moved at the same time, and they all murmured in unison for Ge Qingming:

"It's enough that we have puppets to keep us company!"

The smile on Feng Yuhuai's face froze slightly, but he still said with hope:
"But you said I was special, I was chosen by the Puppet Mother, you..."

Ge Qingming interrupted Feng Yuhuai mercilessly before he could finish his words:
"That's right, you are the seed chosen by the Puppet Mother, so I can't help you even more."

Feng Yuhuai frowned: "Why?"

Ge Qingming's skinny fingers gently stroked the "work" that had just been sewn on the iron bed, and grinned:

"You are the seed and I am the gardener. The gardener's task is to sow the seeds, and the seeds must break through the soil alone and survive in the competition until they become the last and only seed."

Ge Qingming paused for a moment, and then said like a loving father admonishing his daughter:

“So, dear, you can either break out of the ground on your own;

"Or, it will rot in the soil and become fertilizer;"

"This is the fate that Puppet Mother has chosen for you..."

(End of this chapter)