Chapter 389 The veins of fate are intertwined in my body
A member of the congress did not reply to Wang Xinfa, and seemed to neither agree nor refute.
I just watched Zhang Deming silently and closed the window again, and the noise outside was instantly unaware of it.
After 10 minutes, the door of the conference room was pushed open from it.
Wang Xinfa left first. Although Zhang Deming was old, his pace was firm. Some of the other members of the House of Representatives followed a few steps behind, while others took out their mobile phones and edited text messages and sent them over.
At the corner of the stairs, Zhang Deming invited Wang Xinfa with a smile: "Mr. Wang, if you have nothing to do at noon, why not have a meal with me?" Wang Xinfa felt the buzzing vibration of the mobile phone in his pants pocket, and a perfect smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Zhang is polite, I just happen to have something to talk to you in detail." In the conference room, the Chief Member sat quietly in the main seat, his eyes swept across the empty round table coldly.
The sunlight shot in through the bulletproof glass, pulling his shadow very long, like some kind of dormant monster.
He habitually stroked the ring on his fingers, and his movements were extremely slow. The black gem on the ring shone coldly in the sun, as if there was an eye peeking into the world.
Suddenly, his cheek, which had always been calm, suddenly seemed to be split by some invisible force, and a smile broke open.
The smile was extremely strange - only half of the cheeks were moving, the corners of the mouth slowly raised, revealing a stiff curve, while the other half of the face was expressionless, like a piece of unmoving gypsum. "It's so... so funny." He murmured softly, subconsciously licking his wet lips.
………
The vehicle drove to the No. 8 Middle School and passed by the gate of the government on the road.
Hundreds of families of prison guards gathered together in the streets before the government.
They held the black and white photos high in their hands, and the smiling faces in the photos quietly stayed in the past, forming a harsh contrast with the crying in front of them.
Paper money was floating above the street, and white debris were rotating in the wind like snow, falling all over the ground.
The air was filled with the smell of incense and candles, and the burning smoke twisted into a looming shadow under the "sunlight".
A gray-haired old woman kneeled on the ground, her knees covered in dust, and she held her son's portrait tightly in her arms.
Her fingers trembled slightly from excessive force, and her eyes were filled with unconcealed grief.
"My son is only twenty-five years old! He just got married and his wife is still pregnant..."
Her voice was hoarse, tears flowed down his wrinkles,
"The warden killed him, you have to give me an explanation!"
A little girl was held in her mother's arms, holding her father's police badge in her hand:
"Dad said she wanted to take me to catch the doll..."
Her cries were sharp and harsh, "You give me dad back!"
Some young people also held banners with the words "Severely punish the murderer and give me justice."
They shouted slogans, their voices deafening: "The warden stepped down! Qian Huan is the executioner."
Feng Mu looked slightly sideways, his eyes passed through the car window and fell into the crowd of people mixed with crying and scolding not far away.
He was silent for a moment, slowly rolled up the car window, isolating the noise outside.
He is a soft-hearted person and cannot stand such a scene. Especially those who died were all his colleagues, even though he and the vast majority of them had not yet had time to say something during his lifetime.
But even so, he still truly embraced the majority of them - a complex and secret feeling.
Because, some of them have been permanently integrated with him in a way that transcends worldly cognition, continuing into his life and permeating into his bones.
Storage the essence of life: 1177 days
[Yinsha Jiuyou Weihe Resentment Iron (eating 17.1/100%, reserve 1.3%.)]
Their relatives cannot see it, but Feng Mu can see it clearly on his retina.
In just a few days, Feng Mu's body had been indigestion and began to digest rapidly, and was being digested and decomposed at an astonishing speed.
The first day was digested with 5.1%, the second day was digested with 4.4%, and the third day was digested with 3.9%.
The speed is decreasing day by day, but it is still considerable today, more than tens of times the original digestion rate.
If this digestion rate can be maintained all the time, will it be far away to unlock the day of inheritance [Erot]?
Feng Mu sighed in his heart that his feelings for his colleagues became stronger and stronger.
"They didn't die because of me, but I'm still sorry, but..."
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Feng Mu closed his eyes and made a promise to the families of the victims in his heart, "I will digest their lives well, and those who killed them, I promise that they will meet again with your husband, father or son in my body one day."
So, the question is, who is the one who really killed them, are they those dead prisoners, or are the warden Qian Huan they denounced, or are Zhou Hu, Zhao Xing and others, or are the big figures hidden deeper behind the scenes, or are they actually...? ?
Who knows?
About the murderer, maybe everyone has their answer in their hearts!
At this moment, Feng Mu suddenly felt:
"My body no longer belongs to me alone, but there are countless dead resentments in my body, silently intertwining the veins of fate!"
[Your thoughts are quietly sublimating. ]
[[Your sin index has improved a little↑]
[Game inheritance has improved a little↑]
A thoughtful tip flashed across the retina. Although it was not much improvement, it was enough to show that the system recognized his insights. Every time Feng Mu improved his thoughts, he was on the right path.
The scenery outside the car window was speeding past, and the trees and buildings on the roadside flashed away, and it was still half an hour away from No. 8 Middle School.
Feng Mu, who was filled with complex feelings, suddenly decided to take advantage of this time to open a blind box - the lottery ticket he had saved in the previous reward.
Before, there was no gold unlocking equipment grid, and it was there after making friends with Li Shang that day.
Don't ask, where did these gold come from? Ask, he and Li Shang both have a common close friend.
The only regret is that after saving silently these days, the lottery tickets have not been secretly fermented and upgraded by themselves. The D-level lottery tickets are still D-level lottery tickets.
I am a little bit unmotivated.
[D-level draw ticket was detected, is it a draw? ]
[Extract! ]
A virtual roulette appeared on the retina and began to rotate rapidly. The colorful halos flashed in front of his eyes, as if countless stars were dancing, which was dazzling.
In my mind, the probability information of winning is emerging like a phantom:
[The probability of winning the D-level lottery ticket is 20%, the probability of winning the E-level equipment is 50%, the probability of winning the C-level equipment is 20%, the probability of winning the B-level equipment is 9%, the probability of winning the A-level equipment is 0.9%, and the probability of winning the S-level equipment is 0.1%. ]
Feng Mu prayed silently in his heart: "The time to show his destiny is here, give me an S-level!!!"
The speed of the roulette gradually slowed down, the pointer slid past a colorful option, and Feng Mu's heart also fluctuated. Every time he passed by, it seemed to be teasing his nervous nerves.
Time seems to be lengthened.
The fourteen cycles of rotation in seven seconds were like a long judgment of fate. Feng Mu could almost hear his heartbeat, like a drum beat, pounding.
Finally——
The pointer began to slow down, and the speed dropped little by little, falling shakingly on
(This chapter ends)