Chapter 17 Accidents Occur Frequently
In the morning, wake up on time.
Feng Mu habitually felt the coldness in his chest. The coldness had already spread along his ribs and spine, enveloped his upper torso, and was extending to his arms.
I strained my arm yesterday, and now I can feel a slight coolness coming through it. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.
"The coverage area has probably increased by the length of one finger joint." Feng Mu thought.
It took less than two minutes to get dressed and wash.
Moreover, I had the pleasure of using the toilet again after a long time, and I felt like I was a human being again.
"It seems that the ratio of half rice and half iron is appropriate. I didn't feel hungry enough to evolve into a corpse last night."
Feng Mu looked at his face in the mirror, which had changed a little from a week ago.
Some fat has been lost from his face, his chin has become more angular, his skin color has become especially whiter, and his temperament seems to have become colder.
When eating, going out, riding a bike, he would hold the iron beads in his mouth and swallow one from time to time.
The tire scratched the ground and the car braked suddenly.
Looking up, Feng Mu looked at the boys who were blocking his way.
He was not tall, had a dark face, and was wearing tattered clothes. The air was filled with a foul smell even one meter away from him.
Feng Mu frowned: "What are you going to do?"
"Food!" The darkest tall man came out and said in a hoarse voice, "You gave me a box of food two days ago."
Feng Mu recalled that the people in front of him should be the scavengers who were competing with the wild dogs for food at that time.
Feng Mu didn't say a word. He got off the bicycle, put one hand into his trouser pocket and grasped the cold thing, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Rice, why is it gone? I want more!"
The other boy seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time. He stuttered three times while speaking a sentence, but his eyes were staring at Feng Mu with an extremely fierce look.
Feng Mu understood, but found it absurd.
He said coldly: "No more."
The boys looked at each other and gathered around.
The tall dark man took out an empty lunch box from his arms and handed it to Feng Muchun, saying, "Fill it up and bring it back tomorrow morning."
Feng Mu licked the iron bead in his mouth with the tip of his tongue. The absurdity in his heart was removed, and a coldness rose up, and his eyes became gloomy.
"Wrong, wasting food is not wrong, giving food to others is wrong."
"In a world where people eat each other, kindness may attract gratitude, but it is more likely to be eaten as food."
Feng Mu's mind raced, and he gained a deeper understanding of the underlying nature of this world.
He took the food box, threw it into the stinking trash can, and said in a nasty voice: "I don't have any here. If you want to eat, go dig in the trash can."
"you!"
The tall dark man was furious and reached out to grab the bicycle. The boys around him also rushed to grab Feng Mu's clothes with their pitch-black hands.
Feng Mu drew out his dagger and slashed it in a circle.
"Take your dog paws away." Feng Mu shouted coldly, leaving a trail of blood on the dagger, and it was unknown which dog paw was cut.
The hands that had gathered around him all dispersed, and the group of young boys all retreated in unison, staring at him with vicious eyes.
Feng Mu felt his scalp tingling, but there was no sign of cowardice on his face. Instead, he clenched the dagger and paused for a moment in front of each person's face.
He adjusted his breathing, making his voice less turbulent, calm yet coldly threatening.
"You can all rush up together, but someone will definitely be stabbed by me."
"The person who was stabbed may not die today, but the wound will rot in two days, and then he will lie in the trash can and become food for wild dogs."
"You won't feel hurt or abandoned, will you?"
After Feng Mu finished speaking, he paused for a while, then got on his bike and rushed straight towards the guy who was covering the back of his hand.
The latter had a look of great resentment on his face, but his retreat revealed his cowardice. The bicycle made a hole in the wheel and sped away.
Feng Mu pedaled frantically for a quarter of an hour before he slowly stopped by the roadside and swallowed a few iron beads covered with saliva in his mouth.
"Damn, this is such an unexpected disaster."
"No, in the final analysis, it is because I have not learned enough bloody lessons about the rules of this world. This world has turned many people into ghosts."
"I have to take this as a warning. I can't keep the way I looked at people in my previous life. I have to learn to see some people as ghosts. Maybe, it's not that people have turned into evil spirits, but that evil spirits are the true appearance of people?"
Feng Mu shook his head, took out a handful of iron beads from his trouser pocket and put them in his mouth.
This world is full of absurdity and threats. Only the blood-stained dagger and cold iron beads can comfort his little sense of security.
When passing by the gate of No. 47 Middle School, Feng Mu noticed several tattooed men, each holding a stack of paper in their hands. They compared it with every passing student and occasionally stopped people to ask questions.
Feng Mu did not dare to stop and rode away quickly, only taking a quick glance at the papers in those people's hands.
I vaguely saw some names and portraits, which looked like a roster of students registering for admission.
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As Feng Mu rode his bike, his heart sank.
He speculated that those tattooed men should be from the Green Wolf Gang, so the Green Wolf Gang had used some means to obtain the student information of No. 47 Middle School and was currently conducting a comparison investigation one by one.
This would have been a fantasy in my previous life.
But this world couldn't be more reasonable.
The purpose of the Blue Wolf Gang's investigation can only be...
"Looking for the murderer." Feng Muxin pondered, "That means he is looking for me!!!"
The Green Wolf Gang obviously does not trust the conclusions reached by the police station.
Feng Mu was feeling a bit annoyed. He hadn't expected that the crime scene he had faked could successfully fool the chief of the police station, but not a gang leader.
Why does the gang leader know how to solve cases better than the police chief? Just because he is the father of the deceased? Shit, that's a bit unreasonable.
As Feng Mu rode his bike to the incinerator, his mind was full of thoughts about several issues.
First of all, what is the skeptical attitude of the Green Wolf Gang now? Do they think that Zheng Hang was framed and disappeared, or do they simply think that Zheng Hang is dead?
Secondly, are the Green Wolf Gang's suspicions well-founded? Are they just his father's wishful thinking or have they found some evidence?
Finally, what is the scope of the Green Wolf Gang's investigation? Is it only investigating the teachers and students of No. 47 Middle School or is it also investigating areas outside of No. 47 Middle School?
If we only investigate 47, does that mean we are investigating all the people, or has it been narrowed down to a certain scope?
In other words, the Green Wolf Gang is now casting a wide net, trying to grab some fruit without any catch, or it can be said that they have already highlighted some suspects.
What is the logic of doubt? The most important thing is, am I included in it?
"There are too few clues to come up with an answer. We need to find out the progress of the investigation into the Green Wolf Gang."
Feng Mu originally thought that since the police station had issued a wanted warrant and Zheng Hang's body had been cremated, the matter would be perfectly resolved.
Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned. Two things happened in succession today. No matter it was an unexpected disaster or the unsolved murder case, Feng Mu was in a bad mood.
"Bad things happening one after another are like a sign that our peaceful life is about to be disrupted."
Feng Mu had been mentally prepared since the day he activated the system, but he still hoped that the peaceful collapse would come later.
"At least, let me complete the first level of Iron Eater."
"At worst, let me hold on for this week until the ironization covers my entire skeleton."
With each passing day, Feng Mu's ability to resist risks becomes stronger, but can things really go as he wishes?
Feng Mu didn't know, all he could do was to seize every spare moment and practice calisthenics like crazy...
(End of this chapter)
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