Chapter 378 The Living God
"I...I'll be back soon."
Li Shang spoke with difficulty, calm.
He hung up the phone and immediately dialed Chang Erbing's number: "Take someone to my house immediately, hurry up!"
Chang Erbing on the other end of the phone heard his tone in his voice He immediately responded and hung up the phone to make arrangements.
Although he only met Feng Mu, Li Shang was deeply impressed by Feng Mu, especially Chen Yang's burnt corpse later and the accidental death case he learned about on the phone just now.
This all deepened his impression of Feng Mu - he used any means, was vindictive, lawless, and was an extremely dangerous madman.
It is hard for him not to think about it if such a madman suddenly appeared at his home without warning.
The car was galloping in the night, and the fluorescent light of the instrument panel reflected Li Shang's face green.
The tires slashed through the accumulated water, splashing a splash of water, and the raindrops hit the roof quickly, as if sounding an alarm for some unknown that is coming.
Half an hour later, the car parked downstairs at home. Li Shang pushed open the car door and walked quickly into the corridor.
The elevator was too slow, so he didn't wait and climbed the stairs directly.
The lights in the corridor were broken, and the darkness was like a thick layer of liquid, silently wrapping him.
Only a little light coming in from outside the window could barely see the steps under your feet.
The sole of his shoes stepped on the stairs, making a dull sound, echoing in the empty corridor. Every step seemed particularly heavy, as if under his feet were not solid cement, but some kind of invisible mud.
Finally, he stopped at the door of his house, the security door was locked, the sound insulation was very good, and the inside was extremely quiet, just like... there was no living person inside.
Li Shang's palm was sweating in cold sweat. The slippery touch made him unconsciously wipe his palm on his pants in order to calm down his emotions.
Li Shang took a deep breath, tried to calm his breathing down, and forced himself to calm down.
The moment his fingers held the door handle, he could clearly feel his heartbeat roaring in his eardrums.
"Bang!"
The door was pushed open by him, and the muffled sound of the impact echoed in the room, with an anxious feeling he had not even noticed.
However, it was not the chaos or danger he had imagined—no smell of blood, no corpse, no burning smell, no corpse without head, everything was surprisingly quiet .
Only the ceiling lights in the living room cast a soft light and a faint tea fragrance, covering the whole room in a peaceful atmosphere.
Li Shang breathed a little relieved and swept his eyes across the living room. He saw Feng Mu sitting on the sofa, with a calm expression and gentle look, like an old friend waiting for his master to return.
"Are you back?"
When his wife saw Li Shang standing at the door, she hurriedly came up to him and skillfully took off his rain-stained jacket for him.
But Li Shang did not respond, but stared at Feng Mu on the sofa without saying a word, his eyes as cold as ice.
Immediately, he turned to look at his wife and said in a low voice:
"You go to the bedroom to stay. I have something to talk to him."
Wife I heard something wrong from Li Shang's tone, and he didn't dare to ask, nodded, and walked into the bedroom very obediently and closed the door.
"Captain Li, you're back." Feng Mu finally spoke. He slowly stood up, nodded slightly, and his tone was as calm as if he was greeting a familiar old friend.
The iconic gentle smile hung on his face, light and a little harmless elegance.
This smile may make people who don’t know him put their guard down and even give birth to a little favor.
But Li Shang could easily penetrate the detective's eyes. This smile was nothing more than a hypocritical outfit, a carefully carved [mask]. What hides behind it is not warmth, but the cruel and deadly cruelty of the hunter.
"Feng Mu," Li Shang said coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was filled with a strong sense of alertness, "What are you here to do? You are the only one?"
Feng Mu He still maintained a calm smile, his tone as relaxed as if he was greeting: "Captain Li is so forgetful. Before, Team Li was very careful and gave me a clear innocence. I had said it a long time ago, if I had a chance, Do you have to thank you in person? "
Feng Mu's tone was neither hurry nor slow, with a calmness that made people unable to see through, as if he completely ignored the coldness and vigilance in Li Shang's tone.
What made Li Shang even more uneasy was that Feng Mu only answered his first question and avoided the more important second in an understatement.
After just two sentences, Li Shang felt an indescribable sense of oppression.
His eyes swept through the window. The rainy night was as dark as ink, and the street lights were blurred. No one knew how many sneaky murderous intents were hidden in the darkness. "You are really mean." Li Shang sneered, but his eyes quickly swept towards something on the coffee table.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!
The table is placed with a black suitcase with a smooth surface and a thick box.
Feng Mu noticed his gaze and smiled deeper.
He slowly sat back on the sofa, tapping the lid with his fingers, making a "bangdong" sound.
Then, Feng Mu deliberately slowed down, and gently put his fingers on the box buckle, and with a little force on the fingertips, the box lid slowly opened, revealing a gap.
A golden light overflowed from the crack of the box, as if the imprisoned god had finally found the crack of escape.
The light licked every corner of the room greedily, dyed the white walls into gold foil of the temple, plated the worn sofas into thrones, and even the dust floating in the air turned golden. Star chips.
From Mendeleev's periodic table of elements, this is just a metal with atomic number 79, with a density of 19.32 grams/cubic centimeter and a melting point of 1064.18℃, which is an absolutely cold dead object.
But in the long river of human history, it has run through countless epochs, dyed blood, plated flesh, and devoured the soul...a living god.
There are countless believers who give up their lives and die for them, but they will never die.
Yes, gold is the true god worshipped by countless humans. From ancient times to the present, it is a belief that has been imprinted into human genes since the ancient times.
Li Shang looked at the small yellow croakers neatly placed in the box, and instantly felt as if he was staring at by a god, and his soul was undergoing unprecedented torture.
The coldness in his pupils melted silently, replaced by the scorching hotness of 1064.18 degrees Celsius.
He knew that Feng Mu was a dangerous madman, and this box of gold was absolutely hot, but if he came to his mouth to see him off, he really couldn't spit it out.
Who can refuse to let the gods live in their homes?
Even if you know that God may cause trouble, but giving your life to God is the wish of believers?
Li Shang gritted his teeth. He moved his gaze away from the gold with difficulty, and then looked at Feng Mu. His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had swallowed a small yellow croaker:
"What are you doing?" Feng Mu looked at Li Shang, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Captain Li, this is my little intention, I have nothing to do with it The requirement is to make friends with Team Li, and gold is the symbol of friendship. It never betrays and never rusts.
This represents my good wishes. I hope our friendship will be like gold and will be indestructible from the beginning of its establishment. Do you think it can? ”
(This chapter ends)