Chapter 117 Encrypted Email, Danger (2-in-1 Chapter)
Under the closed curtains, the room was filled with a faint darkness, and the mottled old light bulb and filament on the ceiling Flashing erratically like a heartbeat, the light swayed between light and dark, reflecting a face that had been disfigured after being engulfed in flames, making it look even more horrifying.
He was sitting near the door, the keyboard typing sounds coming one after another in front of the computer screen, and he was sending an encrypted email to a certain mailbox.
On the wooden bed opposite the door, the dark-skinned No. 2 sat cross-legged, his entire dark face lowered, concentrating on playing with the ant stick.
Around him, on the edge of the pillow, was a thin layer of ant carcasses that had been mashed into a paste. From time to time, he would dip his fingers in them and then put them in his mouth to make a sound.
The sound of typing on the keyboard and the sound of squeezing fingers came one after another.
On the email window, text was input like this:
First of all, the delivery clerk has quietly sneaked into 47 in recent days and cleverly stolen the items that have not been officially Information about students who have "cancelled their account".
[Feng Mu: Male
One-inch photo: Feng Mu.jpg
Age: 17
Score: 49 (entrance test)
Achievements: Liberal arts score 521, martial arts score 236, total score 757. (High school senior model)
Home address: xxx community, xxx street, Ninth District
Current situation: Abandoned the exam and graduated early. (Time 3.18, 233)
Citizen grade: Kongmin
Father: Feng Ju
Occupation: Patrolman's head catcher
Citizen grade: D
Mother: Wang Xiuli
Occupation: None
Citizen level: Blank citizen
Sister: Feng Yuhuai
Occupation: High school freshman
Citizen level: Not registered, not yet Take the college entrance examination. ]
After the information in the basic file was entered, a hint of cold ridicule appeared in the corner of the receiver's mouth, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, as if to say: "You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
He then clicked on the keyboard Tap lightly on and enter the following content:
[Feng Mu has been working in the incineration plant since he dropped out of school. Currently, he is disguised as a corpse cremator (Note: He has not shown up for work for five consecutive days post, suspected of absconding?). ]
Then, the receiver began to sort out and summarize the recent events in District 9, sorting out a series of intricate information in an orderly manner.
Then, he typed his conclusion into the email word by word at a slow but firm speed:
[The student and corpse-burner are just the characters played by Feng Mu. We highly doubt that his true identity is actually [a mask]. ]
[After my verification, there is a high probability that all the black cores will fall into the hands of [Masked]. ]
At the end, the receiver’s fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard. As the text appeared on the screen, he was restoring the truth of a certain incident:
[After After my in-depth investigation, Feng Mu’s past resume seemed to be ordinary, without any eye-catching anomalies. ]
[But just a few days before he dropped out of school, a murder occurred in No. 47 Middle School, and there seemed to be clues related to evil sacrifices hidden behind this incident. ]
[The patrol room was eager to solve the case and identified the murderer as Zheng Hang (note, the son of Zheng Si, the former boss of the Green Wolf Gang). ]
The delivery clerk smiled contemptuously and concluded:
[I infer that the real culprit of the evil sacrifice is Feng Mu, and the object of the evil sacrifice is the puppet mother. ]
In order to support this conclusion, the receiver cited many reasoning bases, the most critical of which was the attempted attack on the night of April 11.
[...The attack failed. Feng Mu's sister Feng Yuhuai was rescued by the minions of the secretly guarded Puppet Mother. The missing Zhang Hao was confirmed that night and was made into a human puppet. ]
The delivery clerk recalled the scene that night, his face was extremely ugly, and he typed harder on the keyboard.
[I can completely confirm that Feng Mu was favored by the puppet mother and parasitized into the potential host of the seed. He gained strength by feeding and supporting the puppet mother, and used this to control the puppet mother's minions, secretly Protecting his sister. ]
[The murder case in 47 was the first time Feng Mu worshiped and fed the puppet mother, and was the beginning of his degeneration into a mask. ]
Note that here, the delivery clerk used the word "degenerate". If a thoughtful person reads between the lines of this email, he may be able to catch a subtle clue and taste it carefully. The complex charm behind these two words.
Earth Cult is a cult.
The puppet mother is an evil god.
We are all evil, no one is more righteous than the other, but it is not ridiculous to accuse the other party of depravity.
But the world is so interesting!
The Urshi Cult regards the Black Core as everything, and believes that the puppet mother and her minions are blaspheming the living by creating human puppets, and the correct approach is to let the living die.
Similarly, the Puppet Mother and her minions scorned the teachings of the Ursus Cult, and felt that the Ursus Cult's approach was desecrating the corpse, and the correct approach was to make the dead immortal.
The delivery man recalled the bastards of the Puppet Mother, and a strong murderous intention flashed in his eyes. He continued to type on the keyboard:
[In the past, we, the Evil Corpse Cult, and the Puppet Mother also fought with each other, but those battles were superficial. On the surface, our core is not coveted. ]
[But this time is different. Mask has snatched the black core. This is an extremely dangerous signal. ]
[The Puppet Mother, this evil god who once only desecrated and played with corpses, seems to be no longer satisfied with what she has done in the past. He is secretly manipulating his minions, cleverly moving his tentacles around the corpse to get his hands on the black core. ]
[The Puppet Mother has shown a completely different coveting for the black core than before, which is very dangerous and disadvantageous to us in the Cult of Evil. ]
[Black core will never be allowed to be coveted! ! ! ]
[Compared to losing a box of black cores, I think what’s more serious is that we must figure out whether Mask stole the black cores as a personal act or as a result of the puppet mother’s instructions. . ]
[This determines whether we, the Cult of the Dead, will prepare to start a life-and-death war with the Puppet Mother and her minions. ]
The receiver personally holds the second view. He does not think that the puppet mother's minions have the guts to covet and rob the Ursa Cult's things on their own.
The delivery clerk’s fingers typing on the keyboard became heavy, and his disfigured face became increasingly gloomy.
Finally, he came to the final conclusion:
[Danger! Danger! Danger! ]
[This matter is not trivial and I dare not make a hasty conclusion. The situation in District 9 is tense and dangerous, so every step must be taken with caution. I request the church to send more brothers and sisters as soon as possible to come for reinforcements and work together to cut off the tentacles of the puppet mother who have crossed the border. ]
At this point, the delivery clerk has finished writing the results and report of the work during this period.
He moved the mouse to the [Send] key, hesitated for a moment, and then moved away again.
He knew very well that as an elite member of the Ursu Cult, it was not enough to simply submit a work summary.
“If I want to get promoted within the teaching profession, in addition to reporting work results, I also need to put forward action strategies or suggestions for the next stage, so that I can get a promotion and a salary increase.” The delivery clerk thought Thinking.
He pondered for a moment, then tapped the keyboard again and began to enter new content.
[I investigated Mask Feng Mu’s family relationship. ]
[Feng Ju was hospitalized with a broken arm, suspected to be the work of Mask. I came to the following conclusion: Feng Mu had a bad relationship with his father, so he could kill him. ]
[Feng Ju does not know Feng Mu’s true identity. ]
[However, it cannot be ruled out that this is a careful plan by Mask, a self-directed and self-executed trick, aiming to clear away the official's suspicion. ]
[However, when Feng Yuhuai was attacked on 4.11, the puppet mother’s minions did not hesitate to reveal their identities and save people. ]
[Comparing the two aspects, Feng Yuhuai’s status in Feng Mu’s heart must be much higher than that of his father. ]
[Considering that Feng Mu has disappeared recently and is suspected of absconding, the search has been fruitless. ]
[I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai. Through the actions surrounding Feng Yuhuai, we can force Feng Mu to show up, try to capture him alive, interrogate him about the whole matter, and find out whether the whole thing was done by him alone or...]
The sound of typing by the deliveryman Stopping suddenly, his ears twitched slightly and captured the subtle but dense sounds coming from the corridor.
Cang!
Before he could make a judgment, he caught it from the corner of his eye. The anti-theft door suddenly bulged inward, twisted and deformed. The central axis was squeezed and broken. The wall on one side of the door frame also exploded and bricks were broken. The blocks exploded.
A pair of terrifying hands actually tore the door panel in half. Immediately afterwards, a monster head with a ferocious face, like the head of a tiger, poked out of the door.
The huge shadows illuminated by the dim light seemed to instantly cover the entire room, and the air was frozen.
The receiver's ugly face froze, and he stood up abruptly. The alarm bell in his heart sounded sharply like an alarm in the strong wind: "The puppet mother's minions are coming?!"
< br>He nervously stretched out his hand to grab the mouse and moved it towards the [Send] button.
Hiss——
A snake-faced monster quietly emerged from behind the evil tiger, and appeared next to the delivery man in an instant. His two arms waved like two flexible snake tails, whipping in the air, making a hissing sound like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
The deliveryman felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. Facing the hissing snake hand, he decisively let go of the mouse and jumped back.
The table was struck by the "snake's tail" and broke instantly. The cracked pattern was as weird as a spiral, which reminded people of being strangled tightly by a giant python. The table shattered, but "Snake Tail" stopped abruptly. With a twist of his wrist, he picked up the laptop and sent it behind him. He was so ethical that he didn't even peek at the content of the email.
At the same time, from under the gloomy snake-faced mask, fifth senior brother Gong Qi's deep voice came out: "Junior brother, you might as well take a look at the content on the computer."
“Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother!”
Feng Mu, who was wearing a goat mask, took the notebook and read the contents of the email carefully. Under the mask, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an intriguing arc.
Feng Mu's mind was spinning wildly. He probably understood the deliveryman's reasoning. Its logic was rigorous and the arguments were sufficient. It was simply impeccable.
"I am the host of the puppet mother. I commanded the puppet mother's minions to save Feng Yuhuai. I am the good brother who loves and guards my sister in the dark?"
"What happens next? With the help of the Corpse Cult, Feng Yu can be surrounded Huai made a fuss and forced this good brother of mine to show up?”
“Wonderful, I didn’t expect that the next script could be written like this. With just a few changes, I can copy the homework. .”
Feng Mu half-closed the lid of the notebook, looked away from the screen, and looked at the delivery man with complex eyes, with a hint of indescribable depth in his tone: "I didn't expect that all my hidden secrets would be revealed. You dug it out."
He sighed quietly: "You are a bad guy. You have so many talents that I can’t bear to kill you. If you are willing to turn your back on yourself and kill the black-faced fool next to you, I can spare your life. How about that?”
The delivery clerk hasn’t replied yet, Dark No. 2 couldn't bear it any longer. He kicked off the wall with his feet and rushed forward brazenly.
"Feng Mu, liar!" Dark No. 2 howled angrily, and the voice was full of uncontrollable anger and deep grievance
Snake Face Gong Qi was slightly startled, and couldn't help but He glanced sideways at the goat face next to him, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, as if he was asking silently: "Junior brother, what on earth have you done to make this black-faced guy lose his mind so much."
Li Bashan stood still, his eyes under the tiger face were calm, and he did not show even a trace of murderous intent. He only said in a low voice: "Junior brother, does this person want to live or die?"
Feng Mu originally thought I did it myself, but seeing that there were only two people in the room, I immediately realized that there weren’t enough people.
The senior brothers were kind enough to bring me to team building, so I couldn’t let them go away empty-handed.
That’s all, you don’t have to do it yourself, just paddle around and the enemy will be wiped out, it won’t be a great feeling~
Feng Mu sighed and said kindly: "We are old friends. Please ask me, brother. Give him a good time.”
"Okay!"
Li Bashan spit out one word, and his restrained momentum suddenly exploded. The thick and terrifying murderous intention filled the air as if it had substance, as if the entire room was instantly painted with a layer of whitewash. Bloody paint.
The air was filled with a pungent and rich fishy smell that made people dizzy, as if every breath they took contained the smell of blood.
Swarthy No. 2's explosive pace suddenly stopped, and he felt that the surrounding air seemed to have turned into a bloody quagmire. The sticky texture was like countless tiny tentacles, tightly entwining his pace and The fist made his body stiff and sluggish.
The temples on both sides swelled suddenly as if being hit by a hammer, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the blood vessels seemed to burst at any time due to being unable to withstand the pressure.
Dark No. 2 let out a weird howl, and hit the ground hard with his feet. With a shaking sound, his strange hand, which was intertwined with muscles and bones, was raised fiercely. The rotting corpse liquid splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with an unsettling smell. A nauseating stench.
Li Bashan stood still, looking indifferently at the dark-skinned No. 2 who rushed in front of him and punched him. There was no joy or sorrow under the mask, and he only raised his hand gently.
In an instant, the bloody aura that permeated the entire room seemed to be alive. It quickly gathered like a swallow returning to its nest, turning into circles of flowing liquid, tightly wrapped around Li Bashan's body like steel pouring. on his thick arms.
Li Bashan does not have any gorgeous moves, just the most natural downward pressure of his arms, which is silent but holds unmatched power.
It is unstoppable and unavoidable.
I don’t know how Dark No. 2, who bore the brunt, is feeling in his heart at this moment.
Anyway, for the first time, Feng Mu’s pupils shrank into needlepoints when he saw senior brother Li Bashan take action for the first time.
Even though he knew that his senior brother was an ally, he still felt a chill rising from his spine and his scalp was numb involuntarily.
Feng Mu stared unblinkingly at the disgusting dark strange hand of Dark No. 2. He saw with helpless eyes that the moment it touched the palm of his senior brother, the strange hand was like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun. , collapse and disintegrate inch by inch.
Whether it is muscles or bones, they are like burning liquid wax. They were effortlessly flattened by the spatula falling from the sky, and then fell to the ground and melted into a puddle of mud.
The hospital examination results are out.
It’s not very good, but it’s not particularly bad either. I let out a sigh of relief.
Following the doctor’s advice, I went to hospital with great care.
I will probably stay for 7-10 days, but the doctor didn’t say how long.
The results of Laoshu's book are pretty good. I can only say that I will be lying in the hospital, even if I use my mobile phone to code out the chapters every day, I will try my best to keep updating.
Unless the minimally invasive surgery is too unbearable one day, I will continue to change it as long as I can bear it.
Mobile phone code, if you see any typos, please remind me.
(End of this chapter)