Chapter 44 I didn’t expect it, I framed myself for it
The bicycle was driving on the road with a creaking wheel.
The spokes rotated faster and faster, and finally connected into a blurry shadow, just like the fate of the road ahead, intricate, countless intersecting threads are converging towards the center, threads and threads They are entangled with each other.
Like a net, everyone thinks that they will eventually stand in the center to close the net.
As everyone knows, they are actually just threads.
No one can fully see the context of the web, because if a thread is fiddled with, the chain reaction may cause the web to be woven into another shape.
No one can see the future, including Feng Mu.
When the vibration of the thread is rolling toward you, all you can do is adapt to the situation and hold on to your thread firmly to prevent it from falling.
Because in a game where we build webs to hunt each other, being disconnected can only mean death.
“Someone is following me again?”
Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat. It was different from the last time he was followed. This time it was very hidden.
He moved his neck quietly and glanced around with his peripheral vision. There were many people going to work on the road, and he couldn't tell who was suspicious.
However, the bones on his back felt cold, as if he had been stimulated, and the bone bumps on his back appeared in stress, making Feng Mu clearly feel the malice peeping from the dark.
No one was found, but it was not all fruitless. At least Feng Mu discovered another hidden benefit of ossification-danger perception.
“People from the Green Wolf Gang?”
"No, Ma Bin just finished talking to me on the phone. He wouldn't be so insane."
"Moreover, the danger I feel is not on the same level at all."
Feng Mu stopped searching. , pretending not to know and continued pedaling on the wheel, while his mind was spinning crazily.
The answer is ready to come out: "If it's not the Green Wolf Gang, then it can only be that group of black marketeers."
Feng Mu's heart suddenly sank. Both he and Ma Bin made a mistake in their judgment. That group of black marketeers The businessman actually got past Ma Bin and found him first.
How did they find themselves?
Should I notify Ma Bin now to come to the rescue?
The CPU in Feng Mu's skull was almost burned, but his face remained calm. Controlling his facial bones really helped him manage his expressions.
In the end, Feng Mu did not choose to ask Ma Bin for help.
Not to mention whether Ma Bin would come, it was too late, because he saw a middle-aged man with chrysanthemum wrinkles on his face at the entrance of the incineration plant, slowly walking towards him.
Feng Mu breathed calmly, used [Iron Eater] to control his facial expressions, and [Crazy Blood] to control the bleeding speed and slow down his heartbeat. He turned a blind eye and passed by the man on the car.
Zhang Hao listened to Feng Mu's calm heartbeat and waited until half of the other car had passed by. Then he suddenly turned around and asked politely: "Wait a minute, little brother, you are the new Feng Mu in the factory." "Corpse worker, right?"
Feng Mu stopped his bicycle and waited for the other person to speak his first words, and instantly captured the other person's intention from these words.
It’s not for “me”.
It’s not like you bypassed Ma Bin and directly touched “my” real body.
But it was for Feng Mu!
The above "I" refers to the real murderer of Lame, that is, the person behind the scenes who directly drove Ma Bin and indirectly drove Qian Hao to go to the black market, clashed with them, and may know and covet the secrets of the black core.
"I'm just saying, follow the clues to find me. You have to follow the clues first. If you can come up, just follow the clues and skip the steps." Feng Mu's inner alarm was half gone.
The reason why it only fell back half way is because there is something fishy hidden in Feng Mu.
"The problem should be that I accepted Wang Jian's black core, which caused them to lose Wang Jian's supply, so they came to me."
"Num, I'm careless, but it was hard for me to predict at first that Wang Jian would only have a few black cores a week, and would he be worthy of a black marketeer coming to his door?"
"Are you too hungry?" No, what they care about is not the loss of a few black cores every week. What they care about is that Wang Jian’s black cores may be collected by others. "
Feng Mu cleared his mind. He looked at Zhang Hao suspiciously and warily and asked, "What are you doing?"
He? His tone was not very polite, which was the behavior of a normal person. Zhang Hao's eyes were less critical of him, and his voice was mellower.
He said: "Brother, don't be nervous. We just want to ask if you have any black cores. We want to buy them."
Feng Mu did not say anything, but turned around and looked around, and saw two dark The face appeared behind him, one with the same honest smile, the other a little foolishly playing with the ants on the branch of the tree in his hand.
Tree branch?
Ant?
Feng Mu felt horrified and moved his eyes back.
He frowned and said to Zhang Hao: "I don't have any in my hands now. I have put them all at home."
Feng Mu originally wanted to lie and say that he had sold them to others, but when the words came to his lips, he said it with happiness in his heart. To tell the truth, because he had a vague glimpse of the stupid dark face behind him. When he was answering, he suddenly stopped playing with ants and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
It must not be for no reason that a silly-looking guy suddenly puts down his toys.
What is he hiding in his trouser pocket?
Something that can detect if I'm lying?
Probably not. It is a detector similar to that used for security or exploration. It can detect whether I carry black nuclei on my body, or whether I have been exposed to black nuclei recently?
Swarthy Face No. 2 lowered his head, his left eye lit up strangely, and he looked directly through the cloth to see the value on the detector.
Number 74.
This value shows that Feng Mu does not carry any black cores, but he must have had close contact with more than one or two black cores within 8 hours.
Swarthy Face No. 2 raised his head and continued to play with the ants on the tree branches.
Zhang Hao understood what his companion meant. He confirmed that Feng Mu was not lying, and his suspicion of him plummeted. Then he asked: "Why do you want to keep it at home instead of selling it? The cremator in the factory should be able to tell you. Just collect this thing specifically."
Feng Mu felt relieved and said lightly: " I know, but I agreed to sell it to someone else."
Zhang Hao's smile widened, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Huh? There are other people who take this thing. It's weird. "Brother, can you tell me who is collecting it?"
Feng Mu didn't say anything.
Zhang Hao thought for a while and then said: "Brother, don't get me wrong. We are also doing things for others. If you can't get the black core in this way, you have to give the boss an explanation when you go back. No, there is no other meaning."< br>
While speaking, he gestured with four fingers and promised: "In this way, we don't ask that person anymore. We just want to ask if the black core in the brother's hand can be sold to us. We will pay double the price before, 400 yuan." Take one.”
Feng Mu’s cheek muscles twitched, obviously impressed by the high price.
He scratched his hair irritably, gritted his teeth and refused: "Okay, let me tell you, the person who received the goods was a cripple. I was entangled by some gangsters a few days ago, and he helped me. Therefore, I promised to collect black cores for him in the factory, and I can’t go back on my promise.”
I didn’t expect it~
I can frame myself!
The most important thing is that this group of black marketeers can verify this matter, and the security guard with the thermos cup at the entrance of the factory is a living witness.
Zhang Hao captured the key information and stopped forcing Feng Mu.
He gave Feng Mu a thumbs up and complimented: "Brother is a man of trust. So, can you give us the contact information of that person? After he sells the thing to that person, , we will contact him and collect it at a high price. Come back, so that the little brother will not be in trouble and we can deal with the boss, okay?”
Feng Mu thought for a moment and saw Zhang Hao forcefully stuffing hundreds of dollars into his hand, so he had to sigh helplessly. He took out his phone and opened the address book.
Give Zhang Hao the phone number noted as [Lame Weird].
The phone number was naturally Hong Mao's cell phone, and the name was changed after he buried the latter's body.
Don’t ask why the change was made. Asking is to prepare for a rainy day. When you tell a lie, you should always call back and respond, without leaking...
(End of this chapter)