Chapter 18 Undercurrent
In the stuffy incineration room.
The three corpses piled up on top of each other and melted in the flames like a small mound of earth.
The crackling sound is the corpse oil splashing in the high temperature.
One—two—three—four... The drawn-out beat came from Feng Mu, who was swaying stiffly beside the fire.
Facing the face of the melting corpse, doing calisthenics at 1/2 speed looked a little bit weird, and it seemed too disrespectful to the dead. Wang Jian sat at the door smoking in a daze, thinking to himself: "Yesterday he was doing basic boxing, today he is doing calisthenics, is Feng Mu crazy?"
"Is it because you dropped out of school and couldn't take the college entrance examination? It was too stressful?"
Wang Jian tried several times to persuade Feng Mu to stop, saying that he was not going to take the college entrance examination, so what was the point of practicing?
But he didn't dare to persuade him, for fear of irritating Feng Mu and making his condition worse.
"Oh, that's a really bad fight."
Wang Jian looked for a while, then looked away, and had a clear understanding of Feng Mu's character.
His muscles and bones were stiff, his movements were slow, and apart from a little brute strength, he was left with a horrible appearance.
"How about taking Feng Mu to the black market after get off work today to relax and change his mind?"
Wang Jian was a very fraternal person. He couldn't bear to see his classmates doing exercises in the crematorium over and over again. It was really creepy.
Wang Jian would never admit that he was afraid that if Feng Mu hit him a few more times, the evil corpse would not be able to help but run out of the stove and sway with him.
After all, those who can transform into evil corpses must have had good martial arts skills and were very passionate about it. Otherwise, they would not be qualified to go astray, right? Unfortunately, the three evil corpses from this morning were still not delivered.
It's never a good idea to go to the black market empty-handed.
Feng Muching wanted to go to the black market, but he was not in a hurry and declined during lunch.
"I only have one black core, I don't know how to sell it and I don't have the money to buy one. I can only go there to gain some experience. The most important thing is to hurry up and level up."
Feng Mu can distinguish priorities.
In the afternoon, four more corpses and one normal female corpse were brought in.
Each of the four corpses exploded with a black core, and it was Feng Mu's turn in turn. So he now had two black cores in his pocket.
This means that the Long March has taken another solid step forward, which is cause for celebration.
The female corpse was a normal person, but her death was not normal because half of her neck was stabbed and her eyes were open until death.
Seeing Feng Mu finally stop doing his gymnastics, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "What's wrong? I didn't expect that we can still burn normal corpses here?"
Feng Mu quietly looked away. Although they had only met once, he recognized the deceased. It was Wang Wei's mother.
Wang Wei was killed by Zheng Hang.
Wang Wei's mother was stabbed to death.
In just one week, they all died and were about to reunite in the underground.
Feng Mu showed no emotion on his face. He followed Wang Jian's words and asked, "Well, we only burn corpses. Where did this come from?"
Wang Jian curled his lips and said, "According to the regulations, we only accept evil spirits here. In reality, those who understand will understand."
Wang Jian didn't like dealing with human corpses because there would be no black core explosion and no overtime pay, so he would be working for nothing. So he was a little rough and picked up the corpse and threw it into the incinerator.
Feng Mu lent a hand, and then he heard Wang Jian casually say, "The police station brought them here. I heard that the man was stabbed to death in the hospital last night."
Feng Mu said "oh" and turned on the switch.
The fire snake that jumped out of the hole in the iron plate was not picky about food and swallowed up any corpse it came to.
Feng Mu had burned corpses several times before, but this was the first time he burned a human corpse.
The burning of Zheng Hang doesn't count. That time only broken bones were left, and there wasn't much of a picture when it was burning.
Feng Mu stared at them for a while and found the difference between them.
The bones of the evil corpse are harder, the flesh is thicker, and it makes noises when burned. Just like its hideous appearance, it is very restless and needs to be watched and turned over at all times, otherwise it will not be burned cleanly.
Human corpses are different. The bones are soft and the flesh is loose. Put them in the fire and you watch the skin peel off and deform while the skin melts into mud. The whole process is indescribably quiet.
Feng Mu sighed inwardly: "From the moment of birth, the evil corpse is destined to attract attention, while most people, from birth to death, have never made a sound to the world. They are dumb."
Wang Jian didn't think he was dumb, so he said to Feng Mu: "Next time when you burn someone, just turn the fire to the lowest setting, so that the person will be easier to burn."
Feng Mu looked over suspiciously, his eyes seemed to be asking, are you trying to save fuel money for the factory?
Wang Jian looked at him like a fool and said, "The fire is too big, it's so hot."
"What you said makes a lot of sense."
Feng Mu replied casually, then froze. He didn't feel hot at all.
Feng Mu quickly realized, "Because of the coolness in my bones, I can tolerate high temperatures. Is this another hidden benefit of being an iron eater?"
The ashes of the corpse need to be packed and recycled for further processing.
The human corpse was not so troublesome. Wang Jian found a basin and threw it into the air. After a while, it was blown away by the wind and no trace was left.
Wang Jian lit a cigarette and explained nonchalantly, "Those who can be sent to the incinerator are all empty-handed civilians who have lost their relatives. No one cares if they are scattered anywhere. Otherwise, they should be sent to the funeral home."
Feng Mu also understood this truth. If he hadn't activated the system, the end of his life would have been left in the air.
He nodded in understanding, gathered his messy thoughts, and continued to practice gymnastics without distraction.
Wang Jian was quite speechless. He originally wanted to find a classmate to accompany him to work, so that they could chat and relieve boredom after burning the corpse. But ended up, he found himself performing gymnastics here every day.
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Feng Mu did 7 rounds of physical exercise in the afternoon, with each round lasting 23 minutes on average.
Wang Jian smoked 7 cigarettes in the afternoon, with an average interval of 23 minutes between each cigarette.
After get off work at seven o'clock, the two said goodbye and went home, each feeling a little tired, one physically tired and the other mentally tired.
Feng Mu rode quickly, and when he passed No. 47 Middle School, it was time for the school to be dismissed, so he deliberately slowed down, keeping his eyes and ears perked up.
The gangsters who were holding the lists were still there in the morning.
"Your name is Zhang Cheng, right?"
"I am, what are you doing?"
"Where did you go after school on March 15th?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just answer the questions you are asked. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
A thug with a face full of flesh, comparing the profile pictures on the list, blocked a student and began to interrogate him rudely.
I didn't dare stay too long for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.
Feng Mu only vaguely heard a few questions and then rode away on his bike.
Feng Muxin thought: "March 15th is when my system was activated, which is also the time when Wang Wei and Zheng Hang died."
"The Green Wolf Gang is investigating and visiting since the time of the crime!" Feng Mu frowned, "A gang is actually conducting visits and investigations. They seem to be more professional than the police station. Is there any law?"
Feng Mu also noticed a detail: "Those thugs did not find every student or teacher, which means they are not blindly casting a net, but are making targeted screening."
Obviously, the Green Wolf Gang has narrowed down the scope of suspicion.
In Feng Mu's opinion, this situation is the worst one.
Feng Mu took a deep breath, his mind racing: "Don't panic, they've only narrowed the scope, they haven't locked onto me yet. Besides, I may not be in their suspicion range."
Feng Mu felt that he did not leave any clues at the scene, but after all, it was his first time committing a crime, so he was not very confident.
What's more, the imaginary enemy when he faked the scene was the police station, and in fact, the police station was indeed deceived by him.
But the problem is, our current enemy is the Green Wolf Gang. Will the methods that worked against the police station also work against the Green Wolf Gang?
It’s not that a street gang knows how to investigate cases better than the police station, but the latter’s methods are more difficult to guess, and the situation is more dangerous.
At least, for ordinary people, the methods used by gangs must be more horrifying than those used by officials, and their anti-reconnaissance effectiveness is greatly reduced.
"If I want to blame someone, I can only blame myself for only watching 3000 episodes of Conan in my previous life, and not 3000 episodes of Black Society, damn!"
Feng Mu locked his bicycle in the corridor. The moment he looked up to climb the stairs, a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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