Chapter 122 How does a false story become true?
Two minutes later.
Pig-headed Zhao Zhixin and fox-faced Hongya walked in.
They each held a heavy black body bag in their hands. The material of the body bag was very special and it was very well sealed, so not a drop of blood seeped out.
Then, Zhao Zhixin unzipped one of the body bags and found Liu Yang lying quietly inside with his body parts separated.
Zhao Zhixin carefully moved Liu Yang's headless body out, as if he was placing a fragile item. He found a suitable position against the wall and leaned the body there.
Then, he continued to take out Liu Yang's head from the body bag and gently placed it on the latter's neck.
Then, he slapped the head with such force that the head bounced out instantly and hit the wall hard, leaving a bright red mark.
Then, the head rolled in the air, finally fell to the ground, and rolled to Yuan Xidi's feet.
"There is only one left. It doesn't look very harmonious." Wang Yu frowned. As a painter, he was very particular about composition.
Feng Mu also felt that the scene was not harmonious. Hearing this, he suddenly realized something and uttered three words. "Is everything cleaned up over there?" Gong Qi asked.
Hong Ya responded crisply, and then reminded Wang Yu: "Sixth Brother, be careful next time. Don't poke people with the pen tip. The mark is too obvious."
Wang Yu smiled awkwardly and nodded obediently.
Zhao Zhixin and Hong Ya entered the house again and tidied up the scene carefully. Then, they left the house with satisfaction. Zhao Zhixin gave Li Bashan an affirmative look.
Li Bashan understood and said in a muffled voice, "Old Six stay, the others retreat."
Everyone left quickly.
Hong Ya stood quietly at the doorstep and handed the heavy body bag safely to her senior brother Li Bashan.
Then, she took out a bottle of special spray from her backpack and skillfully sprayed it evenly on the soles of each of her companions who were about to step out of the door.
The moment the liquid touched the soles of the shoes, it quickly solidified, as if a layer of invisible protective glue was affixed to the soles, ensuring that no traces would be left when they left.
Li Bashan rubbed Hongya's head with his big hand, then went out and walked downstairs. As expected, there was not even a shoe print left on the ground.
The rest filed out and left one by one.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Yu was the only one left in the room, while Hong Ya was standing at the door, waiting quietly.
The Ox-Headed Man and the Fox-Faced Man exchanged a tacit look, and Hong Ya then picked up the spray and carefully sprayed it on the soles of her shoes.
By the time Hong Ya put away the spray, Wang Yu had already taken off his mask and put it in Hong Ya's hand.
Hong Ya put away the mask, looked up at Wang Yu again, and reminded him softly: "Brother, there is blood on your clothes. There are spare clothes in the car. Do you want to change?"
Wang Yu shook his head gently, with a faint smile on his face: "No need."
Upon hearing this, Hong Ya nodded slightly, then skipped happily, like a light butterfly, and quickly caught up with her senior brothers who were going downstairs.
Wang Yu watched Hong Ya's back until she disappeared around the corner of the stairs, then he turned and went into the house.
He paced slowly in the room, taking each step firmly, and soon the floor was covered with his bloody footprints.
He walked to the exploded head, slowly squatted down, and with extremely delicate movements, he picked up the skull fragments scattered on the ground one by one, trying to put them back together.
During the process, his clothes were inevitably stained by the splattered blood, and his calm expression gradually took on a hint of sadness.
Hong Ya jumped into the car with light steps, clapped her hands and closed the door, and like a housekeeper, she collected everyone's masks in an orderly manner.
During the recycling process, she took out a rag dipped in special detergent from the bag and gently wiped each mask.
Her movements were very careful, as if she was afraid of missing any stains. Only after she made sure that the masks were restored to their original clean state did she stuff them back into her bag with a smile on her face.
Feng Mu glanced at Hong Ya's backpack, and was a little curious about how many strange things were packed in that seemingly small backpack.
Gong Qi came over and said with a smile: "Those sprays were made by Hong Ya herself. Well, Junior Sister is a bit of a germaphobe, you just have to get used to it."
Feng Mu nodded.
Gong Qi was itching to speak, but he hesitated and said, "Junior brother, I'm not curious, I just want to ask, who is the Zheng Hang you just lied to that dead man about, and who is it..."
Hong Ya pricked up her ears and glared at Gong Qi in feigned anger: "Fifth Senior Brother, you are trying to find out the secrets of Junior Junior Brother again. Be careful or I will go back and complain to Second Senior Sister."
Feng Mu chuckled and said, "Zheng Hang, well, he was a guy who had a crush on my sister. One time, I accidentally saw him and my sister having a tryst in the woods. What a pity..."
Feng Mu dragged out the words and sighed, "He went astray, killed someone and fled. He is now wanted by the police station. I don't know where he is hiding now."
Gong Qi was stunned. His intuition told him that his junior fellow apprentice was talking nonsense.
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Hong Ya's eyes sparkled. She was still young and loved to listen to love stories with twists and turns that would make people cry.
She leaned forward, looked at Feng Mu expectantly, and said, "Little Junior Brother, tell me in detail. I love to hear it!"
Feng Mu grinned and slowly told the story about his sister Feng Yuhuai's hidden and unknown underground love affair.
"...My father, although he was only a small captain in the police station, was a conservative and authoritarian person. He was quite snobbish and looked down on people who were involved in gangs. He wanted to train my sister and hope that she would marry into the upper city."
"He would never allow my sister to hang out with someone like Zheng Hang, so I guess, except for the one time I accidentally saw them, no one in the family knew about this secret relationship."
"Then, no one knows what happened, Zheng Hang was involved in a murder case, and he disappeared."
"His father went crazy looking for someone some time ago, and was later shot dead by the police. Later, my sister was involved in the Puppet Mother incident, ah..."
The van was driving slowly on the road. In the quiet car, everyone was listening with fascination to the tragic story told by Feng Mu.
Hong Ya listened attentively, and finally couldn't help asking, "Junior brother, is Zheng Hang really missing?"
Feng Mu pursed his lips and chuckled, "Of course you can find him if you want to. If Junior Sister wants to see him, Junior Brother can just conjure him out someday."
Hong Ya was very happy and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, Senior Sister, I am kind-hearted and I like to see lovers finally get married."
Gong Qi rolled his eyes. He was completely sure that his junior brother was making up stories and Zheng Hang was most likely dead.
Feng Mu glanced at Gong Qi and said with a smile, "Brother, you don't believe it?"
Gong Qi curled his lips.
Feng Mu grinned, revealing his white teeth: "So, Senior Brother, what do you think I need to do if I want to make this fake story true?"
Gong Qi's eyes suddenly brightened: "This story sounds really interesting. If you need any help, please let me know."
Feng Mu laughed out loud: "Then I would like to thank Senior Brother for his kindness on behalf of Zheng Hang."
…….(End of this chapter)
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