Chapter 273: Bad, big bad, live broadcast
After clicking the link.
It is a slightly simple website window with an input box in the middle.
You can enter your name and date of birth, and based on the entered content, the website will automatically calculate your recent fortune. It is indeed the prototype of a scam website.
Feng Mu casually entered Immoto's information.
[Feng Yuhuai (fierce)]: In the sixty-fifth position, blood is looming, and disaster follows like a shadow.
[Explanation]: Omens of misfortune are hanging over you. You will encounter an unexpected disaster in the near future, which may become a turning point in your life journey and change the trajectory of your destiny.
If you want to break this catastrophe, you need...
A window waiting for payment popped up on the screen.
Feng Mu's mouth twitched slightly, and then he decisively exited the page. He would not be fooled by such a clumsy trick, but out of concern for his family, he still entered the information of Feng Ju and Wang Xiuli in sequence.
[Feng Ju (big bad)]: Seven kills with a blade, wealth star is strong, living in the land of three combinations, the main symbol is disability. If there is no edge to kill, the murderous intention will be even worse, and the harm to the body will be unavoidable.
[Commentary]: Shadows are shrouded, and murderous intentions are everywhere. You may encounter misfortune in the near future, and death may be imminent. If you want to get rid of this disaster, you need to...
Please pay the appropriate fee to seek relief from misfortune.
[Wang Xiuli (fierce)]: The road to life is bumpy, and bloody disasters are coming quietly.
[Commentary]: Your fate is ill-fated, and the clouds of misfortune are quietly gathering. Recently, you may encounter unimaginable disasters. If you want to get rid of this bad luck, you need to...
Please pay the appropriate fee to find a solution to your misfortune.
Feng Mu curled his lips. On the one hand, he felt that this website acted like that. At least it was used as a disguise to support advertising text messages. It was completely deceptive.
On the other hand, he also had to complain: "I co-authored this website to test fortunes, and there are only bad divination, right? No wonder, fear has been the easiest way to make people lose money since ancient times."
In short, Feng Mu will never admit easily. There may be something unspeakable in the calculations of this website... Is it 100 million points accurate? ! !
Feng Mu shook his head slightly, deleted the information in the input box with one click, then fell into a brief thought, and then re-entered the information that needed to be calculated.
Name: Mask
Birthday: April 1, 233
April 1, 233, this day may be an ordinary moment in the long river of time, but it is the moment when [Personal Mask] and Ma Bin officially connected.
To a certain extent, in Ma Bin's eyes, April 1, 233, was the anniversary of the true birth of Mask.
In fact, not only for Ma Bin, but also for Feng Mu, that day was also full of meaning. To paraphrase a favorite classic explanation of the story narration:
The gears of fate began to turn quietly from that moment on.
The input box was frozen for three seconds, and then the input box disappeared, and a sentence appeared - under the gaze of fate, everything will be fine.
The next moment, the entire screen disappeared and jumped to another hidden page.
The page was initially dark, and then a slightly dim light slowly emerged. The picture was not very clear, a bit like a live broadcast being secretly captured by a pinhole camera.
There was no barrage, no communication, and he was the only audience in the entire "live broadcast room". This was a movie set up just for him.
The film was shot in an abandoned warehouse.
The light came from an emergency lamp on the table. Its battery was obviously running low, and the light it emitted was dim and weak, as if it might go out completely at any time, plunging the space into darkness again.
The legs of the table were covered with rust from time, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust. There were various old boxes and moldy canned food scattered around, as well as some plastic buckets of instant noodles.
The dim light shines on the wall behind. The paint is peeling off and the skin is cracked. The wires extending from the inside are hanging down casually, like the tentacles of a dead man, hanging feebly on the rusty iron frame. It looks quite eerie.
The iron frame, which was originally used to store goods, was now empty, with only one person tied to it.
This man was tied behind his back with thick hemp ropes in a large shape. The knots at his wrists and ankles were stained with blood due to the deep tying marks, making him look particularly scary.
The man's mouth was sealed with tape, and his head hung limply, making it impossible to see his eyes and expression clearly.
The clothes on his body were torn into tatters, and the exposed skin was covered with bloody scabs that tore and grew again, and grew and torn again.
The whole scene looked shocking, as if a person had been nailed to an iron rack like a clothes drying rack, and even a pool of coagulated blood in the shape of "big" was reflected on the wall behind the iron rack.
Even the best forensic doctors would have a hard time telling whether this person is still alive from this still picture.
However, Feng Mu has extraordinary insight into death. He can tell with just one glance that the person is not dead and still has 1/4 of his health remaining.
After a while, a strange noise suddenly came from the house, breaking the original silence.
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The man on the iron frame slowly raised his head, and a blood-stained face came into the camera.
Under the dim light, the man's facial features almost blended in with the blood. In addition, the camera image quality was unclear, making it difficult to see clearly what the man looked like.
Feng Mu brought the phone closer, and the double magatama rotation was like a sophisticated image processing software, enhancing the slightly blurry picture.
The originally blurry picture immediately became clear, and the details were revealed one by one. The clarity seemed to have improved by two levels in an instant.
"Hou Wendong, I remember this is your name." Feng Mu spit out a name from his mouth.
Feng Mu did not know all the details of the incident that Ma Bin was planning at the moment, but Ma Bin did reveal some key information to him and even reported Hou Wendong's photo to him.
To a certain extent, the dying protagonist in the film can be regarded as "one of his own" whom Ma Bin had booked in advance.
"So, what I'm watching now is the closing of the network. This is reporting the final result of the incident to me in real time." Feng Mu knew what was going on.
This situation is just like the work process in the workplace. Perhaps there is no need to report all the twists and turns and hardships to the boss one by one. After all, the leader is so busy, where can he have time to care about every detail?
But no matter what, the beginning and end of the incident must be reported in time.
On the phone screen, Hou Wendong slowly raised his head. The man who kidnapped and tortured him was slowly walking towards him. Hou Wendong's face couldn't help but show uncontrollable panic, and his whole face was distorted.
The man turned his back to the camera, and his back looked particularly ferocious in the dim light. He slowly took out a blood-stained wrench from his arms.
He ruthlessly used a wrench to clamp the scabbed blood marks on Hou Wendong's stomach, and then tore it out inch by inch, as if enjoying the cruel pleasure.
Hou Wendong let out a heartbreaking howl, his voice full of despair and collapse.
Over the past week, he had suffered all kinds of inhuman torture, and his body and will were on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, he no longer had any extravagant hopes of escaping. He only had one thought in his mind - to end this hellish torture as soon as possible. He longed for a quick death.
"Kill me, please, kill me -"
At this moment, it seemed that fate heard his sincere begging. Suddenly, the iron window at the top of the warehouse exploded with a loud noise, and the broken glass fell like a heavy rain.
Among the shattered glass shards, several figures fell from the sky...
(End of chapter)