Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 91: Terror and Evil Thoughts, Prison Plan
I don’t know if it’s because the evil iron is too special, or because the previous edibility analysis was not perfect, or because the system secretly completed an upgrade without my knowledge.

In short, the window of change in edibility is recorded in clearer and more detailed text.

[You were targeted by the one with the grudge, and he released his malice towards you, and you had a fierce fight with him.]
[During the fight, the peculiarities in your body attracted some evil spirits to possess you.]
[The iron stored in your body has been digested.]
[You have a strong desire to kill the one who is haunted by evil, and you put it into action, which attracts more evil, and the stored evil iron in your body is greatly digested.]
[Today's settlement: Your current total iron consumption is 3%, and the remaining reserves in your body are 3%]
[ps: The way to record the edible degree has changed. The final settlement is when it is completely digested and absorbed by the body. If it is not absorbed and only swallowed, it will be counted as storage.]
Therefore, the Iron Eater's panel also underwent subtle changes, and the statistics became more detailed and accurate.

Iron Eater: Level 2
Available positions for metal properties to be absorbed: 2
Acquired Features: Plastic Embryo (White)

Current edible column 1: Pig iron (edible value 28.1/100%, reserve 0.)
Current edible column 2: Yinsha Jiuyou Evil and Sin Iron (edible degree 3%/100%, storage 3%)
Feng Mu only took a glance and understood the difference between the two statistics. In fact, it was equivalent to the difference between paying the bill before the meal and paying the bill after the meal.

The latter is more stringent in terms of statistical time than the former.

Feng Mu didn’t care about the change in the statistical method. What he cared about was the new prompt [Today’s Settlement], which clearly recorded the reason why the evil iron was digested - [Resentment]? ! !

Good news, Feng Mu no longer has to guess how to digest the iron.

Bad news, [grudge] is another new noun that he doesn’t recognize.

Feng Mu thought for a moment and could only temporarily understand "grudge" as the wronged soul or resentment of a dead person.

"Then, a person who is haunted by resentment is someone who has killed someone and has the resentment or wronged soul of the dead person remaining on his body. In short, he is a murderer." Feng Mu thought.

"In other words, murderers have the [grudges] that I need. If they develop malice towards me, or I develop murderous intentions towards them, the [grudges] in them will be attracted to me."

"Then it undergoes some unknown chemical reaction with the [iron] in my body, and is eventually digested and absorbed by me."

"There is no need for fighting or killing. All I need is for the murderer to harbor malice towards me. However, fighting or killing is the most intense way to absorb. Especially when we both want to kill each other and put it into action, the efficiency of absorption can reach its peak."

Feng Mu deduced this, then shook his head: "No, attempted murders are not the peak, successful murders should be the peak."

Feng Mu's eyes sparkled: "So, as long as I kill a murderer, when he dies, all the [grudges] on his body will be transferred to my body and absorbed by [Evil Iron]?!!"

Although Feng Mu was just guessing and had not actually verified it, he felt that there was a high probability that this would be the case.

Unless, when the murderer dies, some of his [grudges] will dissipate, in which case, perhaps keeping him alive and repeatedly fleecing him is the best solution.

"After all, we need to find a murderer to verify this matter personally." Feng Mu made a plan in his mind.

"Unfortunately, a murderer won't have the name of a murderer written on his face, unless he has killed too many people like my senior brothers and sisters. I can smell the blood. Otherwise, for those who have only killed one or two people, I won't be able to detect them even if they pass by me." Feng Mu frowned.

Feng Mu could send Ma Bin to capture some murderers for his experiments or "consumption".

However, the digestion of the evil iron is a long-term process, and the demand is bound to be huge, which cannot be satisfied by a few or a dozen murderers.

Feng Mu thought: "Ma Bin may be able to control the Green Wolf Gang and find me ten or even a hundred murderers. This is the highest probability."

"After all, no matter how cheap human life is in downtown, it's impossible for the streets to be filled with murderers. Besides, identifying them is also a difficult problem."

As for the groups like the Survey Corps that meet the requirements, Feng Mu does not have the courage to set his sights on them for the time being.

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Mu realized that finding [Evil Iron] that required [Resentment] was only the first step, and the required quantity of [Resentment] was the real challenge.

"It would be nice if there was a place full of murderers and I could kill them without causing too much commotion."

Feng Mufu was inspired and suddenly he thought of a place.

"Prison?!" Feng Mu opened his eyes, dark lines sank in his pupils, and he muttered to himself, "Of course, the number of murderers imprisoned in prison is only a small number, but..."

A very scary thought came to Feng Mu's mind: "If I could control a prison, even if there weren't enough murderers inside, I could still produce them in batches, just like producing commodities...right?"

Feng Mu's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed. He was frightened by the thought that came to his mind. This was no longer a question of whether he was a villain or not. This was more or less a bit insane.

Feng Mu shook his head vigorously and put the idea out of his mind.

But the strange thing is that the more he wanted to give up this idea, the more this thought kept popping up, like a seed that was embedded in the heart. Even if you don't water it, it will stubbornly break through the soil, and take root and sprout little by little over time, until its roots entangle your entire heart.

A nightmare.

When Feng Mu woke up the next morning, he had two big dark circles under his eyes.

Hong Ya prepared some food and brought it into the house for him. She comforted him with a few words and turned to leave. All the brothers and sisters in the courtyard then knew that the little brother was worried about his enemy and had not slept well all night.

They looked at each other and scraped the bottom of the bowl a little faster.

After Feng Mu changed the medicine and re-wrapped the gauze, when he came out, there was only a huge wooden barrel and five bowls of different sizes left on the stone table in the inner courtyard.

Hongya squatted on the stone pier, holding a small bowl and eating slowly.

Feng Mu sat at the stone table holding the bowl. He took a bite and his mouth was full of rice grains and the aroma of meat. When he looked up again, tears were flowing uncontrollably.

Three years later, he was eating natural foods again.

Although 3D-printed synthetic food looks more refined in appearance and tastes similar when chewed, for some reason, Feng Mu can feel the subtle difference after just one bite.

It’s not the difference in taste buds, but... Feng Mu couldn’t describe it. It was more like an unreasonable instinct, and every cell in his body was cheering.

It was like a dead tree that had been exposed to the sun for more than ten years, finally tasting the water again.

What's even more strange is that before today, Feng Mu had never realized that his body was a dead tree, and he had never felt that this dead tree was so hungry.

"Synthetic food not only fills our stomachs, but also deceives our body's instincts?!!"

Feng Mu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. It was not that he wanted to cry, but his body was silently asking for help after finally realizing the long-term deception.

"Perhaps, this silent crying has been going on for 18 years, but it was only today that I saw my tears?"

Feng Mu simply couldn't imagine how desperate his body must be.

It's like an invisible person has been calling you for help for eighteen years, but you have been like a deaf and blind person and have not responded to him at all.

It was not until today that you suddenly woke up and found a skinny man standing in front of you.

What’s even more terrifying is that this person is actually you. This is your truest appearance. The flesh-and-blood face that you thought you were familiar with in the mirror is all an illusion that deceives you.

Your eyes deceive you;

Your ears are deceiving you;

Your body is deceiving you;

Your soul is deceiving you;

Not only are you deceiving yourself, others are deceiving you, the whole world is deceiving you;
But you deceive others, and they deceive themselves, and you all combined deceive even the world;

You mirror each other, as if to say: Look, we are all the same, there is nothing wrong with us.
But the truth is…….
(End of this chapter)