Chapter 17 Accidents happen frequently
In the morning, wake up on time.
Feng Mu habitually felt the coldness in his chest. The coldness had followed his ribs and spine, enveloped his upper body, and was extending to his arms.
The arm that was strained yesterday can now feel the slightest coolness coming out, and it doesn't hurt so much anymore.
"The coverage is probably longer than the length of a knuckle." Feng Mu thought to himself.
It only took less than two minutes to get dressed and wash up.
Moreover, I visited the toilet after a long absence, and I felt comfortable and felt like a human being again.
“It seems that the ratio of half rice and half iron is appropriate. I didn’t feel hungry enough to evolve into an evil corpse last night.”
Feng Mu looked at his face in the mirror and compared it to a week There were some changes before.
The face has lost some flesh, the chin is a bit angular, the skin color has become especially whiter, and the temperament has become colder.
When eating, going out, or riding a bicycle, I would hold iron beads in my mouth and swallow one from time to time.
The tire scratched the ground and stopped suddenly.
Looking up, Feng Mu looked at the few young men blocking the road in front of him.
Short in stature, with a swarthy face and tattered clothes, the air was stained with a rancid smell even one meter away.
Feng Mu frowned: "What do you want to do?"
"Food!" The darkest tall man came out with a hoarse voice, "You gave me a box of lunch two days ago."
Feng Mu recalled a little, and the few in front of him should be the ones who were with the wild dogs at that time. Scavengers snatching food.
Feng Mu said nothing, got off the bicycle, put one hand into his trouser pocket and grasped the cold touch, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Rice, why is it gone? I still need it!"
The other half-grown boy seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time. He gritted his teeth three times in one sentence, but his eyes were particularly fierce. Staring at Feng Mu.
Feng Mu understood and found it absurd.
He said with a cold face: "No more."
A few half-grown men looked at each other and gathered around.
The tall black man took out an empty food box from his arms, gave it back to Feng Mu and said at the same time: "Tomorrow morning, bring it filled."
Feng Mu licked the food in his mouth Tie Zhuizi, the absurdity was removed from his heart, coldness arose, and his eyes became gloomy.
"Wrong, it is not wrong to waste food, it is wrong to give food to others."
"In a world where people cannibalize people, kindness may attract gratitude, but it is more likely to be eaten as food."
Feng Mu's mind changed, and he had a deeper understanding of the background of this world.
He took the food box, threw it into the rancid trash can, and said angrily: "I don't have any here. If you want to eat, go dig in the trash can."
"You ! ”
The tall black man was furious and reached out to grab the bicycle. The young men around him were also scrambling to grab Feng Mu's clothes with their pitch-black hands.
Feng Mu drew out his dagger and made a circle stroke.
"Take off your dog's paws." Feng Mu shouted coldly, and a blood stain appeared on the dagger. It was not known which dog's paw was scratched.
All the hands gathered around him dispersed, and a group of half-grown men stepped back together, all staring at them with vicious eyes.
Feng Mu felt his scalp numb, but he did not show any cowardice on his face. Instead, he clenched the dagger tightly and paused for a moment in front of everyone's face.
He adjusted his breathing to make his voice less choppy and calm but coldly threatening.
"You can rush up together, but someone will definitely be stabbed by me."
"The person who is stabbed may not die today, but the wound will rot in two days , and then it will lie in the trash can , become food for wild dogs.”
“You won’t feel hurt, you won’t be abandoned.”
After Feng Mu finished speaking, he paused for a while, then got on his bicycle and went straight. He hit the guy covering the back of his hand. The latter's expression was extremely spiteful, but the flinching of his feet exposed his fierceness and inwardness. The bicycle hit a gap and sped away.
He pedaled like crazy all the way and drove for a quarter of an hour before Feng Mu slowly stopped on the side of the road and swallowed a few iron beads filled with saliva into his throat.
"Mader, it is simply an unreasonable disaster."
"No, in the final analysis, it is because I lack blood lessons on the rules of this world. This world has made many people live like ghosts. . ”
“I have to take this as a warning. I can’t retain the way I looked at people in my previous life. I have to learn to look at some people as ghosts. Maybe, it’s not that people have turned into evil corpses, but evil spirits. Are corpses what people really look like? ”
Feng Mu shook his head, took out a handful of iron beads from his trouser pocket and held it in his mouth.
This world is full of absurdities and threats. Only blood-stained daggers and cold iron beads can comfort his little sense of security.
When passing by the gate of Lieutenant Colonel No. 47, Feng Mu found several men with tattoos, each holding a stack of papers in their hands, comparing them with each student passing by, and from time to time he would stop people and ask questions. .
Feng Mu did not dare to stay, Chi Liu rode away, only glancing at the papers in the hands of those people.
I vaguely saw some names and profile pictures, like a roster of students registered for admission.
As Feng Mu rode his bike, his heart sank.
He speculated that those tattooed men should be from the Qinglang Gang, so the Qinglang Gang used some means to obtain the information of the students in No. 47 Middle School, and they are conducting comparisons and investigations one by one.
This would be a fantasy in a lifetime.
However, this world couldn’t be more reasonable.
As for the investigation purpose of the Green Wolf Gang, it is obvious that it can only be...
"Looking for the murderer." Feng Mu thought to himself, "That means looking for me!!!"
The Green Wolf Gang obviously does not trust the conclusion given by the patrol room.
Feng Mu felt a little irritable. He did not expect that the crime scene he forged could successfully deceive the police officer, but he could not deceive a gang leader.
Why does the gang leader know better about solving cases than the police chief, just because he is the father of the deceased?
Fuck, that’s a bit unreasonable.
On the way to the incineration plant by bicycle, Feng Mu was thinking about several questions.
First of all, what is the suspicion of the Green Wolf Gang now? Do they think Zheng Hang was framed and missing, or do they simply think Zheng Hang is dead too.
Secondly, whether the Green Wolf Gang's suspicion is grounded, is it just his father's subjective conjecture based on wishful thinking, or is there any evidence found?
Finally, what is the scope of the Green Wolf Gang's investigation? Is it only investigating the teachers and students of No. 47 Middle School, or is it also investigating other than No. 47 Middle School.
If you only investigate 47, are you investigating everyone, or have you narrowed it down to a certain range?
In other words, the Green Wolf Gang is now casting a wide net to catch whatever dates are available, or it has already highlighted some suspects.
What is the logic of doubt, and most importantly, am I among them?
“There are too few clues and I can’t think of an answer. I have to find a way to find out the investigation progress of the Qinglang Gang.”
Feng Mu originally thought that the patrol room had issued a wanted order. Zheng Hang’s The body was also cremated by him, and the matter was considered a perfect end.
Unexpectedly, God did not fulfill his wishes~
Two events in succession today, whether it was an innocent disaster or the unsolved murder case, made Feng Mu feel bad.
“The succession of bad things is like a sign that a peaceful life is about to be broken.”
Feng Mu had been mentally prepared from the day he activated the system, but he still hoped for a peaceful life. The collapse can come later.
"At least, let me satisfy the Iron Eater at the first level."
"If it doesn't work, just let me survive this week until the iron has completely covered all my bones."
Every day that passes, Feng Mu's ability to resist risks becomes stronger, but can things really go as he wishes?
Feng Mu didn’t know that all he could do was seize every spare moment and exercise crazily in gymnastics...
(End of this chapter)
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