Chapter 97 Hush, don’t make a sound
Weak door locks can’t stop the Cult of Ursa’s cultists at all.
Swarthy No. 2 used his distorted black hand to poke lightly, and the lock cylinder was broken into pieces.
The wet liquid stuck to the door handle, and was quickly dried by the cold air, turning into a layer of weird, dehydrated... human skin?
If Feng Mu were here, he might be able to recognize the wet liquid, which was the corpse oil that fell off when the corpse was burned.
"Are you sure the target lives in this room?"
The delivery clerk opened the bedroom door and observed the room for a while, frowning slightly.
The dust on the desk showed that there should have been a computer here. The clothes in the closet were casually squeezed aside, indicating that there were other things piled in the closet, but they were no longer there.
The delivery clerk crouched down suspiciously and took out a rusty iron nail from the corner of the closet.
He held a rusty nail and compared it with the wardrobe. The size didn’t match.
Swarthy No. 2 saw the rusty iron nail in the receiver's hand and suddenly thought of something. Although he thought it was just the target's quirks and not important at all, he didn't write it down on paper when he recalled it.
But now looking at the suspicious expression on the delivery clerk's face, Dark No. 2 feels that maybe he should also talk about the target's quirks?
1 minute later.
After the delivery clerk figured out the origin of the rusty iron nails, not only did his doubts not lessen, but he became more puzzled: "I like touching iron, what a strange hobby is this?"
It is true. , this may just be a strange habit. Nowadays, people are under great psychological pressure, and it is understandable that they have all kinds of strange habits.
What's more, as a cultist, the delivery man has a vision beyond the ordinary world. He has seen many people who like to touch corpses, not to mention touching iron.
In the receiver's understanding, a quirk is an uncontrollable disease.
For example, Dark No. 2 can’t help but play with ants, and the leftist priest in the church has to hold the corpse while sleeping at night. These are all uncontrollable. If he can be controlled or stopped forcibly, he may be able to stop for a while. , but it will inevitably cause a more violent rebound afterwards.
For example, from playing with ants to eating ants, from sleeping with a corpse to sleeping with a rotting corpse.
Of course, these are not problems, it’s just...
"Although the black core looks more like a cracked stone, or a fruit core, many people in the church think so, but in fact..."
"I have The first time I went to the laboratory to deliver goods, I accidentally took a peek at the tested ingredient list of black core. The most abundant component in black core is iron. Therefore, black core should actually be Belongs to iron metal! !”
The deliveryman’s pupils shrank and he murmured,
“Since you like to touch iron, you should also like to touch black core? "
The deliveryman stood up suddenly, as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. He paced back and forth for a few seconds, his expression changing several times.
Suddenly, he turned around and stared at Dark No. 2, and asked a question: "What emotions did Feng Mu show when he sold the black core to you?"
See Dark No. 2 and listen. I didn’t understand, so the delivery clerk specifically added: “What I mean is, you give him the money and take the black money away from him.” After checking, did he show any emotions like reluctance, anger, or anxiety?"
As he said this, the receiver suddenly snatched the ant stick from Dark No. 2's hand, and the latter's eyes widened. The pupils immediately shrank to the point of a needle, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and his eyes revealed violent fluctuations of emotion.
“It’s just like your current mood,” the delivery clerk explained.
Swarthy No. 2 took his eyes away from the receiver's hand with difficulty and said in a harsh voice: "No."
The delivery clerk asked aggressively: "Nothing is exposed?"
Swarthy No. 2 is not very smart, but has a good memory. He replied: "No, he took the money, smiled, and was happy." The delivery clerk pondered for a moment and returned the ant stick to Dark No. 2, who quickly tightened his grip.
The delivery clerk played with the rusty iron nails in his hands, scratched them back and forth on the surface of the desk, and drew a lame stick figure.
His ugly face squeezed out a scary smile: "Wrong, all wrong, hahaha——, after going around in circles, it turns out that the answer is at the very beginning!"
"A mere corpse-burner, hehehe--, just fooled everyone around. No, no, no, I shouldn't underestimate the corpse-burner."
"After all, many people's identities are disguised Yes, just like Zhang Hao on the surface I’m just a black marketeer, and I’m just a big truck driver on the surface, hahaha——”
As for a corpse burner and a low-level citizen, where does the force to kill and rob goods come from? It doesn't matter anymore.
This city, or the world in the lower city, seems to be shining brightly, but in fact, darkness and mystery are growing everywhere.
Aberrations, evil sacrifices, infections, parasites, evil ways, depravity...these things are like the devil hiding in everyone's shadow, they will grab your ankles and drag you down at any time.
When you crawl out again, who can see clearly what you are?
After all, turning on the lights can only illuminate the darkness, but it cannot dispel it. A world without the sun is an exiled abyss of eternal night.
Swarthy No. 2 couldn't understand what the delivery man was talking to himself, but he could see the expression on his face that he was extremely excited and wanted to kill someone.
So he stuttered and asked: "What, what's wrong?"
The deliveryman laughed a little hoarsely: "Feng Mu is a lame weirdo, they are the same person!"
Dark No. 2, as if struck by lightning, froze in place, shaking his head vigorously: "No, it's impossible, two people, Zhang Hao..."
The delivery man interrupted Dark No. 2, He impatiently interrupted the latter's stupid question: "You were deceived, Zhang Hao was also deceived, and you were all fooled by Feng Mu."
"The lame weirdo is What you heard from Feng Mu and the text messages you saw on Feng Mu’s phone, and even the information you confirmed from the security guard at the incineration plant, was that you only saw Feng Mu being kidnapped and taken away by gangsters."
" But from the beginning to the end, you have never seen a lame weirdo, right?”
Swarthy No. 2 was stunned, and his mind was spinning.
The receptionist didn't bother to explain anymore, and said with great certainty: "It's all deception and a cover-up. It's Feng Mu from beginning to end. He is the only one. He is a lame weirdo. Our black core is in his hands."
Swarthy No. 2 gave up thinking. He decided to trust the receiver's judgment and gritted his teeth and said: "Liar. , Damn it, chop it up and dig out your eyes, kill it, I’ll do it!”
The delivery man was very satisfied, he patted Dark No. 2 on the shoulder: “He moved away and hid, we have to find him first.”
"Where are you going?" As Dark No. 2 spoke, he realized that Feng Mu could no longer live in this house, so he raised his feet and was about to leave.
The delivery clerk stopped Dark No. 2’s impulse. He turned off the light and motioned to Dark No. 2 to sit on the bed with him.
In the dark room, an eerie sound echoed in the house.
“Don’t worry, wait a little longer, he has moved away, and his family still lives here.”
“If we can’t find him, we will use his family’s lives to pay for the stolen goods. Heihe's interest, hehe——"
"We will wait quietly for his family to come back, hush, don't make any sound!"
(End of this chapter)