Chapter 657: Pupil Power Value, the Power of the Third Pupil? ! !

Ten minutes later.

Four frightened constables, working in pairs, half-dragged and half-lifted the "dying" Li Shang and Chang Erbing out of the manhole.

Without any pause, they were quickly stuffed into the back seat of a blue and white police car parked not far away.

Lao Wang and another older constable got into the same car, while the other two young constables quickly ran to another car.

As soon as the car door closed, before Chang Erbing even sat down, he suddenly grabbed the back of the front seat and urged with lingering fear:

"Hurry! Drive! Hurry up... Don't, don't run into [Mask] again!"

Before he could finish his words, the engine roared and the car rushed out like a frightened wild horse, the tires rolling over the gravel, making a screeching sound.

Lao Wang sat in the passenger seat, half turned his body, his voice still panting after running:

"Captain Li, you just ran into [Mask], why did you end up in the sewer?"

Chang Erbing leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths, his voice still trembling:

"Yeah, I ran into [Masked] and almost couldn't come back..."

Although Lao Wang had already guessed the answer, he still took a deep breath when he heard it. He subconsciously glanced at the desolate scenery rapidly receding outside the car window and muttered:

"Captain Li, you two are really lucky this time..."

Lao Wang actually had more questions to ask, but Li Shang didn't give him the chance to continue.

Li Shang struggled to stand up with his hands, leaned forward a little, locked his eyes with Lao Wang, and asked first:

"Let's not talk about us for now... Lao Wang, how did you find this place? Did something big happen outside?"

Lao Wang's expression suddenly changed, as if he had just remembered the most crucial thing. He slapped his thigh and said:

"Oh, Captain Li, something serious has indeed happened, and that's why we're looking for you so urgently.

The special envoy's villa was attacked, and the scene inside the villa was horrific. The special envoy is now missing and no one knows whether he is alive or dead.

The council members are furious, and the brothers are anxious to find you to solve the case..."

The Special Correspondent's life or death is unknown?!

Li Shang's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released.

He grasped a vast amount of information from Lao Wang's hurried words. His brain began to work rapidly, and an irrepressible ecstasy surged from the bottom of his heart:

"Was the special envoy's villa also attacked? Who could have done it, [Mask]?

In any case, the best news is that the special envoy is missing, and even better, he is dead. In that case…"

Although his heart was filled with ecstasy, his face just showed an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.

Then, as if he could no longer hold on, his eyelids trembled, his eyes closed tightly, his head tilted to the side, and he completely "fainted".

Almost at the same moment, Chang Erbing on the side seemed to have telepathic connection. He tilted his head and "fainted" on the seat at the same time, coordinating the steps perfectly.

Lao Wang opened his mouth wide and looked at the two people who lost consciousness in an instant. The words that were about to come out of his mouth were stuck in his throat.

He was stunned for a second before reacting, then he shouted at his colleague who was driving:

"Quick! Change the route! Go to the nearest hospital! Quick!"

He fumbled for his cell phone, fished out a brand new business card from his pocket, and dialed the number with trembling fingers.

As soon as the call was connected, he hurriedly reported:

"Secretary Hou, I'm Lao Wang from the police station!

We found Captain Li and Chang Erbing in an underground shaft near the abandoned chemical plant... Yes, but they are in very bad condition, seriously injured and unconscious!"

He took a breath, his voice suppressed but speaking very quickly:

"He must have encountered [Mask] and narrowly escaped death, saving his life... We're rushing to a nearby hospital... Yes, yes, I understand..."

……..

The air was filled with an indescribable stale smell that had accumulated over the years, a mixture of lingering oil smoke, the sour smell of garbage dumps, and the damp and moldy smell emitted by the old buildings themselves due to the erosion of time.

The wall of the short building in front of me has long been mottled and peeling, revealing the brick-red background of varying shades, like the skin of a leprosy.

Most of the windows are small, and the paint on many window frames has bubbled, peeled, and is covered in rust.

The clothes drying outside the balcony swayed gently in the breeze, casting twisted and swaying shadows.

The doorway to the building seemed particularly narrow, and the cement awning at the entrance had several cracks, as if pieces of it would fall at any time.

Hou Wendong was standing in front of the building's entrance. He had just finished a phone call and his brows were furrowed, with the dim light of the screen still in his eyes.

It was because he had to answer the phone that he did not go upstairs to Feng Mu's house to sit down.

He had just put away his phone and looked up to see Feng Mu walking quickly out of the darkness deep inside the doorway.

"Secretary Hou, I'm sorry,"

Feng Mu spoke first, his voice steady and without any emotion.

"I just went up to check, and my father is not home."

As he spoke, he naturally raised the phone in his hand. The screen was still glowing blue, showing the recent call interface:

"I called him again, but no one answered."

Upon hearing this, Hou Wendong wanted to ask a few more questions, such as "Where does your father usually go at night?", "Where do you think he is?" and so on.

But when he thought of Feng Mu's relationship with his father, these words rolled on his tongue and were eventually swallowed back.

Feng Mu definitely didn't know where Feng Ju would go to hang out so late at night, so it was unnecessary to ask.

What's more, now that Li Shang has been found, the urgency of searching for Feng Ju has naturally decreased sharply.

Of course we still have to look for it, so Hou Wendong frowned and said to Feng Mu:

"I have something urgent to take care of here. So, I'll leave first. If you can contact your father later, have him come to me immediately."

Feng Mu didn't say anything more, just nodded calmly:

"Okay, I understand. Secretary Hou has something to do, please go ahead."

He stood there, watching Hou Wendong turn around and leave in a hurry, his back quickly disappearing at the alley entrance.

He stood there for a long while, as if he was confirming something, or as if he was just in a daze.

After a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze, without any expression on his face. He turned around and walked back into the dilapidated doorway.

The light in the corridor was extremely dim, and it was filled with a stronger smell of old age. The only low-wattage sensor light was probably broken and did not respond to his footsteps.

The stairs were old-fashioned cement stairs, the edges of which had been worn smooth and even a little concave by years of footsteps.

The walls were covered not only with scraps of advertisements, but also with various scratches, shoe prints, and unidentifiable stains.

He went up the stairs step by step and came to his door.

The security door also looked old and dull, and the peephole seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

He took the key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it.

He is a homebody. Even though he has moved out, he still keeps his keys with him at all times.

The lock made a light "click" sound, he pushed the door open and walked in, then gently closed the door with his back hand.

The room was in deep darkness, and the curtains were all drawn.

He didn't turn on the lights, and his eyes slowly swept across this home that was extremely familiar to him, but at this moment felt a little strange.

"Is it because I know that there will be someone missing at home forever, so the sight brings back memories and makes me feel that home looks different?" Feng Mu thought quietly in his heart.

His eyes finally fell on the square old wooden dining table in the middle of the living room. The table was wiped clean and there was not a speck of dust.

"The last time I came back, it was our last family dinner. From now on, we will never be able to sit here together again.

Mother doesn’t know anything yet…but she will eventually know that father is gone, and then…”

Feng Mu sighed deeply, but then he comforted himself softly:

"However, if we follow what the wise Imoto said, my father has not left this family. He has just continued to accompany us in a different way.

If you think about it this way, maybe you don’t have to be too sad.”

Although he is the older brother, Feng Mu is willing to learn from his sister's unique and advanced ideas.

Um.

Yes.

My father did not leave. He was just split into two inexplicably tonight. Part of his love and hate merged into his sister, and part of his guilt and reluctance merged into his own eyes.

Isn’t this another deeper form of companionship?

After that, I don’t know how to tell my mother. Will she be able to accept this open-minded thinking of the new era?

It's so sad~

You know, my mother is still very traditional and conservative.

Feng Mu was a little worried. This was the only follow-up matter that made him feel a little difficult after his busy schedule tonight.

After all, unlike his heartless sister, he is the eldest son in the family. He is born with a sense of responsibility and filial piety in his bones, so he can't help but think more about the future of this family.

Feeling so sad, Feng Mu walked through the living room and headed towards the master bedroom - that was his parents' room.

The door was ajar, and he pushed it open gently.

Inside was a double bed, covered with plain sheets and bedding, which was made extremely flat.

Feng Mu showed some doubt and worry on his face:

"It's understandable that my father didn't come home tonight, but where did my mother go so late at night? Judging from the state of the bed, my mother didn't sleep at home tonight either."

He stood at the bedroom door, pondered for a moment, then took out his cell phone and called his mother.

What came from the receiver was not the expected connection ringtone, nor the power-off prompt, but a series of rapid "beep beep beep" busy tones, indicating that the other party was on the phone.

He took the phone, waited patiently for a while, and called again, but the result was the same, still a rapid busy tone, and the call could not be connected.

Feng Mu frowned slightly as he couldn't get through the phone, and his eyes behind the glasses flickered.

He felt a little strange. He had the impression that his mother rarely went out late at night. The last time she went out was to look for Feng Ju, which was the night Feng Ju broke his hand.

And then, it’s tonight.

"Strange, where did Mom go?"

Feng Mu felt suspicious, but he didn't think too deeply about it.

Maybe my mother will call back or come home later.

He put the question aside for the moment, turned around and walked straight to the bathroom.

The bathroom was small and old, mixed with the unique dampness of an old house. He walked in and locked the door with a "click".

He stopped in front of the sink. In front of him was an old but extremely clean mirror. The mirror was smooth and flawless, reflecting his entire face clearly.

His mother has always been a bit of a clean freak and cleans diligently every day, keeping every corner of the house spotless. Feng Mu has long been accustomed to it and doesn't think there is anything unusual.

Feng Mu slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touched the frame, and he gently took off his glasses and placed them on the edge of the yellowed ceramic sink.

Then he raised his head and looked directly at himself in the mirror.

At this moment, the eyes in the mirror suddenly changed.

The normally ordinary human pupil, like a deep pool suddenly shattered by an invisible stone, ripples of strange and unpredictable nature rippled through it. Indescribable colors and patterns surged and swirled wildly within it, like a self-growing kaleidoscope, breathtakingly beautiful yet terrifyingly eerie.

These are definitely not eyes that humans can possess!

“It’s so beautiful!”

Feng Mu muttered to himself in front of the mirror. This was the first time he "saw" this pair of eyes so clearly after opening the Kaleidoscope Blood Stripe Eyes, which belonged to him but were completely different.

Feng Mu slowly focused, and as his mind moved slightly, the kaleidoscope in his left eye spun rapidly, emitting a faint evil light.

At the same time, a line of translucent, illusory subtitles, seemingly composed of light and shadow, appeared on the retina of his left eye—[Pupil Technique: Eternal Imprisonment in the Corridor!].

The right eye also responded.

Another line of subtitles quietly emerged, but it was not the complete name, but an elusive question mark - [Pupil Technique???].

He has already tested the pupil technique of his left eye and is very satisfied with its power. But what exactly is the pupil technique stored in his right eye?

But no matter what it is, I think it must be more imba than [Eternal Imprisonment Corridor], otherwise it would not be released so slowly.

Feng Mu concentrated his mind, trying to control and stimulate the power hidden deep in his right eye.

However, what responded to him was not a surge of power, but an intense feeling of emptiness. The feeling did not originate from the body, but came directly from the deepest part of the pupil - the reflection of the soul.

It was as if the power contained in the soul had been drained to the bottom, leaving only waves of intense hunger and thirst.

"Pupil power should be a reflection of soul power, and my soul power is obviously not enough."

Feng Mu suddenly had an epiphany.

As if to confirm his thoughts, another line of more concrete numbers appeared before his vision:

[The current pupil power value is 1044. It is urgently needed to increase the pupil power in order to fully unfold the dual pupil technique and unlock the power of the third pupil. Please continue to work hard...]

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, and the kaleidoscope in the mirror also shrank and changed slightly. He thought rapidly in his mind, and his thoughts raced.

"The pupil power is too low, so it can't support the manifestation of the right eye's pupil technique, and it can't even reveal its name? Then, how can this so-called pupil power be improved?"

"Perhaps the most likely path is to directly enhance spiritual attributes? The stronger the spirit, the stronger the soul, and the stronger the pupil power?

Or...does it require a more direct and cruel sacrifice, one directly tied to the performance of killing people?"

Feng Mu pondered in his heart:

"And what is the power of the third pupil? Could it be what I'm thinking of?"

A vague but powerful guess quickly formed in his mind, and Feng Mu's heart couldn't help but feel an irrepressible heat and throbbing:

"If it really is that kind of power, I wonder if it will undergo some kind of mutation. Otherwise, once it is truly unleashed, it will be somewhat too loud and overwhelming..."

(End of this chapter)