Chapter 143 The sudden increase in game difficulty is interesting
"Yo~"
"He's a pervert!"
Feng Mu's voice came through the pair of electronic lenses that were flashing a faint cold light. The lenses seemed like the deep night sky, reflecting his increasingly grim face.
Yes, Feng Mutian appeared at Chang Qingsen’s door before dawn.
This is the benefit of getting up early. If you wake up earlier than your prey, you may be able to get a glimpse of its little secrets.
He gently pushed the frame on his nose, and the focus of the lenses quickly adjusted and returned to normal.
Then, he lowered his head and focused on the phone in his hand. The screen was playing a loop of the scene that just happened in the alley - a video of a kitten being cruelly dyed red.
The full name of electronic lenses is multi-functional glasses. They are high-tech equipment within the police department. They were given to him by Second Senior Sister Liu Xie after she "scrapped and destroyed" a pair from the internal inventory.
The functions of the multifunctional glasses are far more than long-distance video and photo recording. It is also equipped with an advanced recording system, as well as high-tech functions such as thermal imaging and X-ray vision, making it a perfect intelligence gathering tool.
Feng Mu skillfully operated the phone and switched back to the tracking interface. The red dot marked as Chang Qingsen on the screen moved slowly on the map.
He followed leisurely, keeping a proper distance.
Along the way, he watched carefully, but unfortunately, Chang Qingsen never showed any other extraordinary surprises.
After Chang Qingsen walked into the school, Feng Mu stayed for a while and inadvertently discovered the disguised surveillance personnel from the police station at the school gate, then he turned around and left quietly.
On the way, Feng Mu lowered his head from time to time and replayed the video in his hand several times.
In the video, Chang Qingsen's movements are clean and neat, and every detail reveals his solid foundation and skillful techniques.
He then opened Chang Qingsen's basic information and browsed through it carefully. As he read deeper, Feng Mu's brows slightly frowned, and his expression gradually became strange.
"Isn't this guy's information carefully disguised?"
Feng Mu has never hesitated to assume the worst of others. His intuition tells him that Chang Qingsen is not as ordinary as shown in the information.
On the contrary, Chang Qingsen gave him the feeling that he was more like the characters in the Japanese and Korean suspense dramas he had watched in his previous life - perverted murderers who looked ordinary and boring on the surface, but actually had hidden intelligence and martial power that were enough to easily crush ordinary people.
In particular, Chang Qingsen would rather not go to college and enter the prison system to work early.
Although in theory some college entrance examination candidates with less than ideal academic performance may choose to enter the workplace early, is Chang Qingsen’s motivation really the same as theirs?
Or rather...
Feng Mu once again carefully compared Chang Qingsen's scores in previous mock exams. He found that whether it was liberal arts or military, whether it was a single subject or the total score, Chang Qingsen's scores were just on the edge of the passing line.
"Control points?"
A terrifying word suddenly popped up in Feng Mu's mind. His pupils shrank slightly. He was not 100% sure, or maybe he was just overthinking.
The next second, Feng Mu pursed his lips and thought maliciously: "But if it is true, then the difficulty of the game that Feng Yuhuai faces will suddenly escalate. Hmm... my stupid Yi Moto will not capsize in the gutter, right?"
Feng Mu's eyes fell on the map on his phone. The two red dots were almost overlapping. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He could hardly suppress the joy in his heart. He whispered to himself: "It's getting more and more interesting."
Emotionally, Feng Mu undoubtedly prefers his sister more. The blood relationship determined by the system makes it difficult for him to give up.
However, he would not give Feng Yuhuai any hints, and even when she was really in trouble, he would never intervene.
"The most important thing is that if Feng Yuhuai is going to capsize here, it proves that Yimoto doesn't have much potential and value and is not worth helping."
"Why not invest your emotional investment in him into the person who killed him?"
Feng Mu actually felt bad too, because he still had a little bit of affection for Imoto after all.
But there is no way. As the initiator and referee of the game, he must abide by the rules of the game he set and must not take sides.
Feng Yuhuai asked him in a text message at night whether it was unfair? Feng Mu was going to teach Feng Yuhuai a lesson with reality. What is true fairness? True fairness is impartiality and no discrimination against relatives!
"My name is Feng Mu, and I stand for fairness!"
At this moment, Feng Mulong suddenly realized the truth.
……..No.8 Middle School.
First-year high school martial arts key class.
Sitting by the window in the fourth row, Feng Yuhuai supported his chin with one hand, listening to the cultural class absent-mindedly, his mind full of Chang Qingsen's appearance.
Coincidentally, across the ceiling, Chang Qingsen was sitting in Feng Yuhuai's seat. He sat upright with his back straight, his eyes also blank.
The content in class was too simple for him, so it didn’t matter whether he listened or not. Besides, his mind had already flown away to the prison.
Although Chang Qingsen did not tell Chang Wei the truth this morning, there was one thing he did not lie about, which was that prison was a special and alternative university that would benefit him throughout his life.
If you can graduate from a prison university, wouldn't that be much more impressive than graduating from an ordinary university?
Chang Qingsen glanced at the students who were listening attentively, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "When you were studying and practicing hard according to the textbooks in school, I had already started practicing."
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Chang Qingsen never believed that martial arts could be learned in the classroom. He firmly believed that killing was the quickest way to hone and improve martial arts.
Chang Qingsen gently turned his head, his eyes looking through the window into the distance. The corpse that was moved out of the cafeteria that day suddenly appeared in his mind.
“The twisted shape, the shriveled body, the weirdness actually contains a unique beauty.”
Chang Qingsen's emotions became excited, and his Xiaosen even became engorged with excitement and raised his head slightly.
He bit his nails subconsciously and thought to himself:
"The murderer should be hiding in this school. Could it be one of my classmates? On the road of pursuing the true meaning of martial arts, there is actually a classmate who has walked ahead of me."
"It would be great if we could find this person and communicate and learn from him face to face."
Chang Qingsen is tired of simply torturing and killing small animals. That kind of pleasure can no longer satisfy his inner desire.
He felt that his experimental exploration was sufficient, and after years of practicing his skills, he was eager to practice them on his peers... and put them into practice.
Ding-a-ling.
The bell rang and it was time for lunch break.
Chang Qingsen put his hands in his pockets and walked to the cafeteria alone. He was a very disciplined and serious person, so he didn't have many friends in school and usually ate alone.
The cafeteria was full. Chang Qingsen ordered some food and stood upright in front of a table that was already full of people. He said nothing and did not urge anyone. He waited quietly like a silent sculpture.
Sure enough, the students at that table finished their meal quickly, neatly cleared their dishes and left in a hurry.
In the distance, you can vaguely hear their dissatisfied mumblings, words like "Are you sick?"
Chang Qingsen didn't care about it. He sat down quietly, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the entire table clean carefully.
Then he sat upright in the chair, chewing every bite of food carefully and swallowing slowly.
"Classmate, can we sit here?"
A gentle, polite voice broke his solitary meal.
Chang Qingsen raised his head expressionlessly, and saw a pure and elegant smiling face, as if it had not been tainted by the world.
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(End of this chapter)
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