Chapter 239 Friend, I heard you wanted to see me?
Today is a day worth remembering for Wang Cong.
He will never forget what happened today.
Everything that happened today was too full of twists and turns, and every incident was full of twists and turns and ironies, revealing to him the cold and cruel true face of this world.
He originally thought that if he sold out his conscience, sold out everything, and dyed his heart black, he would be able to better embrace the world and gain light.
But he didn't expect that when he opened his black heart to show others, the world would give him even deeper and bottomless darkness in return.
His fresh black heart was thrown away after being carelessly abused by someone even more black.
What was even more incomprehensible to Wang Cong was that when he had completely fallen into the abyss of darkness and was about to rot and breed maggots in despair, a hand reached out from above the abyss and grabbed him.
Like a ray of light that tore through the darkness, it shone into his pupils, but this time the light was not as tender and gentle as before. Instead, it was like a red-hot iron, stabbing fiercely into his chest and making his black heart bleed.
Pain! The excruciating pain made Wang Cong howl hysterically all the way in the corpse transport vehicle. The sound echoed in the cold iron carriage, which was shaken all the way.
Finally, when Wang Jian carefully handed an urn to Wang Cong's trembling hands as if he were treating a madman, his body was already in so much pain that he began to spasm uncontrollably.
However, in the midst of this heart-wrenching pain, Wang Cong strangely felt a hint of twisted pleasure.
Painful and addictive!
"Feng Mu, I want to see Feng Mu, will Feng Mu come over?"
Wang Cong held the urn, crying and laughing like a madman, his eyes were red like burning coal, but they were flashing with a strange light.
He stared straight at Wang Jian, his trembling voice filled with intense fear, and fear mixed with a hint of morbid desire.
Feng Mu is no longer just a simple light to Wang Cong, but a fatal attraction like a candle in the dark night to a moth. He is afraid that the light will reveal his own rotten shadow, but he is also eager to get closer and use the warmth to dispel the coldness of the night, even if the flame will burn him to death.
But it didn't matter, because he also longed for the pain of being burned!
Wang Jian took a step back in fear and replied, "I don't know. Feng Mu didn't tell me. Why don't you give Feng Mu a call and ask?"
Wang Cong swallowed his saliva. He wanted to call but didn't dare to. He looked at Wang Jian straight. Wang Jian's scalp numbed when he was looked at. He could only make the call for Wang Cong.
The call was connected, but was quickly hung up.
Wang Jian spread his hands to Wang Cong and said, "Feng Mu said he has something to do and won't come. You can go home directly."
Wang Cong stopped crying and laughing. His facial expression seemed to have suddenly frozen. He left the incinerator in a daze, holding the urn, and walked into the darkness without street lights.
"Is this your friend?" Mr. Wang, wearing a wrinkled work suit and slightly hunched, walked out from somewhere with a hoarse voice.
Wang Jian turned his head, a little surprised by his father's sudden appearance:
"Dad, aren't you off work? Oh, this guy is not a friend. I don't know him. He is Feng Mu's friend. I just helped him today."
The king's father nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Well, that's good. From now on, try to stay away from this person."
Wang Jian was slightly stunned. As far as he could remember, his father seldom asked him who he was dating.
He asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with him?"
Wang's father coughed heavily a few times, his voice becoming even hoarser: "This person's emotions are too volatile, his body may not be able to bear it, and it's about to be deformed."
Wang Jian couldn't help laughing. "Dad, stop joking. No expert on the Internet has ever said that emotional fluctuations can lead to distortion. Besides, shouldn't distortions be out of control suddenly? And can people detect it in advance? Doesn't that mean you are better than those experts?"
The king's father did not refute his son's question, but just sighed:
"Your dad doesn't use the internet very often, so I don't understand what those experts say. But I've spent my entire life burning corpses in an incinerator. Even without seeing with my eyes, I can smell the smell of corpse wafting from that person's bones from a long distance away."
Wang Jian felt that what his father said had no scientific basis. Besides, he had also burned hundreds of corpses in the incinerator. Why didn't he smell the smell of corpses on Wang Cong just now? Was it because he hadn't burned enough, or was it that his father's nose was better?
Wang Jian glanced at his father who kept coughing, thought about it, and decided to listen to the advice. He was very kind and sent a reminder text message to his good friend Feng Mu.
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Wang Cong walked in the dark night road like a zombie, holding two urns in his arms, one containing his father and the other containing his mother.
It is true that one person is a family, which seems a bit creepy.
He wandered aimlessly on the streets and returned home in a daze.
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Sitting at the dining table and looking at the empty house, Wang Cong felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out forever.
"Or maybe I should have been burned to death with my parents today!" Wang Cong thought.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it casually on the coffee table. The phone had already run out of battery, but he had no intention of charging it.
Wang Cong just sat there, his eyes empty, his face expressionless, motionless like an unburned corpse.
The hands of the old clock moved slowly, and Wang Cong fell asleep unknowingly.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Cong suddenly woke up. He turned his head sharply and looked to the side. On the sofa next to him, where his father always sat, there was a person sitting quietly.
There was no light in the room, so it was very dark and I couldn't see the man's face clearly. I could only vaguely see the outline of a human figure in the darkness.
Wang Cong opened his eyes wide, breathing rapidly, and seemed to come alive suddenly. He subconsciously asked, "Feng Mu, is that you?"
It would be more accurate to say that he was not asking whether the man was Feng Mu, but rather that he hoped that the person sitting there would be Feng Mu.
The hands of the clock jumped slightly, making a faint "tick-tock" sound, but in Wang Cong's perception, it seemed as if he had experienced a long wait of an era before the low and faint voice finally responded to his call:
"Awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
The body in the darkness leaned forward slightly, and the blurred face slowly emerged with its features. Who else could it be but Feng Mu with a familiar and calm smile on his face? Wang Cong's heart twitched violently, and the pain almost made it difficult for him to breathe, but a strong hope ignited in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "You are here after all!"
Feng Mu's mouth curled up into a bright and sincere smile, and he said: "I heard that you wanted to see me very much, so I came, my friend!"
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(End of this chapter)
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