Chapter 18 Undercurrent
In the sweltering incineration room.
Three evil corpses were stacked up and melted in the flames like a small mound.
The crackling sound is corpse oil sputtering in the high temperature.
One - two - three - four... the source of the drawn-out beat was Feng Mu, who was swinging stiffly next to the fire.
Facing the melting corpse, he was doing gymnastics at 1/2 speed. It looked a little weird, and it seemed too disrespectful to the dead~
Wang Jian sat in the doorway dumbfounded and smoked. I murmured in my heart: "I did basic boxing yesterday, but today Doing gymnastics, does Feng Mu have a serious mental illness?”
“Is it because he dropped out of school and couldn’t take the college entrance examination? He was too excited.”
Wang Jian tried to persuade Feng Mu to stop several times. When I got down, I didn’t even take the college entrance examination, and I still practiced hammering.
But he did not dare to persuade him, for fear of irritating Feng Mu and worsening his condition.
"Hey, the beating was really bad."
Wang Jian looked at it for a while, then looked away, and had a clear understanding of Feng Mu's bones.
The muscles and bones are stiff and the movements are slow. Apart from a little brute strength, all that is left is miserable.
"Why don't you get off work today and take Feng Mu to the black market to relax and change your mind?"
Wang Jian is still very friendly, and he really can't bear to watch his classmates over and over again. Doing gymnastics in the corpse-burning room is terrifying.
Wang Jian would never admit it. He was afraid that if Feng Mu beat him a few more times, the corpse would run out of the furnace and sway with him.
After all, those who can be transformed into evil corpses must have good martial arts skills and love them during their lifetime. Otherwise, they are not qualified to take the evil path, right?
Unfortunately, the three corpses in the morning were still not shipped.
It’s never a good idea to visit the black market with nothing.
Feng Mu really wanted to go to the black market, but he was not in a hurry and declined during lunch.
"I only have a piece of black core in my hand. I can't sell it and I don't have the money to buy it. Once I go there, I will gain some insights. The most important thing is to seize the time to level up."
Feng Mu can distinguish the priorities.
Four more evil corpses and one normal female corpse were brought in in the afternoon.
The four evil corpses exploded a black core, and it was Feng Mu's turn in order. In this way, he had two black cores in his pocket.
This is another solid step taken in the long march of thousands of miles, which is gratifying.
The female corpse was a normal person, but it was an abnormal death, because half of the corpse's neck was smashed, and a pair of eyes remained open until death.
Seeing that Feng Mu finally stopped exercising, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "What's wrong, I didn't expect that we would burn normal corpses?"
Feng Mu quietly looked away. , although they only met once, he recognized the deceased as Wang Wei’s mother.
Wang Wei was killed by Zheng Hang.
Wang Wei’s mother was stabbed to death.
In just one week, they all died violently and were about to be reunited underground.
Feng Mu showed no emotion on his face and followed Wang Jian's words and asked: "Well, we don't just burn the corpses. Where did this come from?"
Wang Jian curled his lips: " According to the rules, we only pick up evil corpses here. , in fact, everyone knows it.”
Wang Jian doesn’t like to deal with human corpses, because if he doesn’t explode black cores and doesn’t get overtime pay, he works for nothing, so he acts a little rudely and removes the corpses. Pick it up and throw it into the incinerator.
Feng Mu helped, and Wang Jian said casually: "The patrol car brought us here. I heard that someone was stabbed to death in the hospital last night."
Feng Mu said something and turned on the switch.
The fiery snake that sprang out from the hole in the iron plate was not picky about its food and would swallow up the corpses of all comers.
Feng Mu has burned evil corpses several times, but this is the first time he has burned human corpses.
The time when Zheng Hang was burned does not count. There were only broken bones left, and there was no scene when burned.
Feng Mu stared at it for a while and discovered the difference between the two.
The bones of the corpse are harder, the skin and flesh are thicker, and it makes a noise when burned. Just like its ferocious appearance, it is very dishonest and needs to be turned over at all times, otherwise it will not be burned cleanly.
Human corpses are different. The bones are soft and the flesh is flossy. When you put it in the fire, you watch the skin peel off and deform, and the skin melt into mud. The whole process is indescribably quiet.
Feng Mu sighed in his heart: "Eshi is destined to attract attention from the moment it is born, but most people have never made a sound to the world from birth to death and are mute."
Wang Jian didn't think he was mute, so he said to Feng Mu: "Next time when you burn someone, just turn on the lowest setting, it will burn the person easily." Feng Mu looked over suspiciously, his eyes seeming to ask, are you doing this? Save the factory money on gas?
Wang Jian looked like a fool and said: "The fire is too big, the heat will make you panic."
“What you said makes sense.”
Feng Mu replied casually, then froze, he didn’t feel hot.
Soon, Feng Mu reacted: "Because of the coolness in my bones, I can withstand high temperatures. Is this another hidden benefit brought by [iron eaters]?"
< br>The corpse’s ashes need to be packed and recycled for further processing.
Human corpses were not that troublesome. Wang Jian found a basin and threw them in the air. After a while, they were blown away by the wind and no traces were left.
Wang Jian lit a cigarette and explained nonchalantly: "Those who can be sent to the incineration plant for burning are all homeless people who have lost their relatives. No one will care if they scatter them wherever they want. Otherwise, they should be sent to the funeral parlor. . ”
Feng Mu also understands this truth. If he hadn’t activated the system, his life would have ended up in the air.
He nodded clearly, settled his messy thoughts, and continued to do gymnastics without any distractions.
Wang Jian was quite speechless. He originally wanted to find a classmate to accompany him to work. On weekdays, he could chat and relieve his boredom after burning corpses. As a result, he performed gymnastics here every day.
No,
What’s the picture?
Feng Mu did gymnastics 7 times in one afternoon, with an average duration of 23 minutes.
Wang Jian smoked 7 cigarettes in the afternoon, with an average interval of 23 minutes between cigarettes.
After getting off work at seven o'clock, the two of them each said hello a little tired and went home. One was tired physically and the other was tired mentally.
Feng Mu rode fast, and when he passed by No. 47 Middle School, it happened to be the time when school was over. He deliberately slowed down, his eyes peeping and his ears perked.
The gangsters with the orders were still there in the morning.
"Your name is Zhang Cheng, right?"
"I am, what are you doing?"
"Where did you go after school on March 15th?"< br>
"What do you mean?"
"Just answer the question, there is so much bullshit."
The gangster with a sinister face blocked the student by comparing it with the profile picture on the list. , was asking roughly.
I didn’t dare to stay too long for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.
Feng Mu only vaguely heard a few questions and pedaled away.
Feng Mu thought: "March 15th is the day when my system was activated, which is also the time of death of Wang Wei and Zheng Hang."
"The Green Wolf Gang started investigating and visiting from the time of the crime!" Feng Mu frowned. Cheng Bazi, "A gang is actually conducting a visit and investigation. It looks more professional than the police station." , is there still a king's method?"
Feng Mu also noticed a detail: "Those gangsters did not find every student and teacher, which shows that they are not casting the net blindly, but in a targeted manner. "
Obviously, the Green Wolf Gang has narrowed down the scope of suspicion.
This situation is the worst in Feng Mu's mind.
Feng Mu took a deep breath and his mind raced crazily: "Don't panic, we just narrowed the scope and haven't targeted me yet. Besides, I may not be within the scope of suspicion."
Feng Mu consciously did not stay at the scene. What a trick, but after all, it was his first time committing a crime, and he was not particularly confident.
What's more, the imaginary enemy he faked at the scene was the patrol house. In fact, the patrol house was indeed deceived by him.
But the question is, the current enemy is the Green Wolf Gang. Can the methods that worked against the patrol house also work against the Green Wolf Gang?
It’s not that a street gang knows how to investigate cases better than a patrol bureau, but the latter’s methods are more difficult to predict and the situation is more dangerous.
At least, to ordinary people, the gang's methods must be more appalling than those under official cover, and the anti-reconnaissance effect is greatly reduced.
"If you want to blame me, I can only blame me for watching 3000 episodes of Conan in my last life, but not 3000 episodes of Heisehui. Sorry!"
Feng Mu locked his bicycle in the corridor and raised his head to climb the stairs. In an instant, a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)