Chapter 304: True or False is Not Important; What Is Important
Zhao Jia, alias Zhao Yongwei, has only moved here for two days.
The only purpose for him to move here was to confirm that Gong Lao would die today.
Confirmation means that if Gong Lao ends his life today as agreed, he will play the role of a caring good neighbor, rush to the scene in time, help put out the fire, and protect the scene and the suicide note; and if Gong Lao hesitates at the last moment and fails to fulfill his oath, he will have to help Gong Lao muster up the courage to complete his mission.
There is no way. There are too many people in this world who lack integrity.
Many people who clearly promised good things changed their minds at the last moment of life and death. The people behind Zhao Jia did not distrust Gong Lao, but adding an extra layer of "insurance" was also for safety reasons.
This is not only to be responsible for Gong Lao, but also for the more than 100 prison guards who died in the death ward today. They must not die in vain.
At this moment, Zhao Jia stood by the window, looking down at the smashed body downstairs, his face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help but want to curse in his heart:
"The charred body is almost cold, and the police haven't even arrived yet. Damn it, if they don't come, the people next door will have to disguise the scene all over again."
According to Zhao Jia's plan, the chief of the police station should arrive earlier than the people from the second prison.
After all, the police station is only a ten-minute drive away, while the Second Prison is in the suburbs, and it takes at least 40 minutes to get here.
Therefore, by the time Feng Mu and others arrived at the scene, the scene should have been blocked and protected by the police station, and there would be no way for Feng Mu and others to swagger into the crime scene.
After careful consideration, the palace guards who were most likely to cause trouble kept their promises. However, the police station had no sense of time at all.
The anger in Zhao Jia's chest was like hot oil boiling his heart. He gently pressed his forehead against the door, holding his breath, trying to eavesdrop on any slightest sound from the next room.
He seemed to hear the sound of typing on the keyboard, but just by listening to the sound, he couldn't guess what the bytes spelled out on the keyboard were.
Just as Zhao Jia was daydreaming and decided to push the door open to go next door to find out what was going on, the sound of dense footsteps suddenly came from the opposite door.
He immediately restrained his breath, carefully put his eyes close to the peephole, and secretly peeked into the corridor through the small hole.
Zhao Jia is not a prison guard at the Second Prison, and on the surface, he has no connection with the prison system.
Therefore, he should not recognize any of the people who walked out of the house.
But in fact, Zhao Jia knew Feng Mu, or he had seen Feng Mu's photo and knew something about this person. He knew that this person was a "lackey" of Qian Huanxin, the warden of the Second Prison.
Just as Feng Mu's information flashed through Zhao Jia's mind, suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, his pupils shrank into needle points, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to his forehead.
Through the peephole, he saw Feng Mu in the corridor suddenly stop, turn his head and stare straight at his own peephole.
The distinct black and white pupils were as cold as metal. The next moment, they turned a blood-red color and two magatama beads spun out in an odd manner.
Zhao Jia had never seen such strange eyes. For a moment, he felt a sense of horror as if his soul could be seen through the door.
He blinked hard, and the strange pair of pupils outside the cat's eyes returned to normal, which made Zhao Jia feel relieved, thinking that what he had just glimpsed was an illusion.
However, the next second, his heart beat to his throat, and he was sure that what he had just seen was not an illusion.
Because a cold and playful laugh was breaking through the door.
"Tell me, am I right? Well, how should I address you correctly, a good neighbor who is eager to put out the fire, or a murderer hiding behind the door?"
Bang——
The iron security door seemed to have suffered a violent blow from a giant python's tail. It suddenly bulged sharply inward and twisted and deformed like a wave.
Under the powerful impact, the entire door could not bear the weight and began to twist and deform. The cat's eye cracked with a sharp bang, forming a crack as thick as a little finger.
Through this crack, the sound that penetrated the door panel became clearer and more terrifying, as if it carried an unspeakable malice, piercing Zhao Jia's eardrums.
"Compared to the name Zhao Yongwei, Zhao Jia is a more suitable name for a murderer, what do you think?"
The shattered pieces of the cat's eye hit Zhao Jia's forehead, leaving a bright blood mark. Zhao Jia's pupils bulged, and his gaze seemed to be attracted by a magnet, staring at the terrifying face outside the door.
Although his facial features were handsome and his mouth had a seemingly gentle smile, in Zhao Jia's eyes, his face seemed to be covered with a dark veil, revealing a chilling and eerie atmosphere.
Zhao Jia was so confused that he was horrified: "How do you know my name is Zhao Jia? Do you know me?"
There was a flash of blood in Feng Mu's eyes. Although [Blood Eyes] was limited by its own cognitive limitations and sometimes hid some prefix information, it never shied away from or concealed the real name.
In front of these eyes, you can hide your identity, but you cannot hide your real name.
But Zhao Jia didn't know. He just felt that the curve of Feng Mu's mouth was unfathomable, and he had a terrifying feeling as if everything was exposed or betrayed.
Feng Mu grinned, revealing his full mouth of white teeth. He didn't explain at all, but smiled and said:
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"It seems that you admit that you killed Gong Lao and forged his suicide note. Tell me, who sent you to kill and silence him?"
Zhao Jia's face was grim. He was suddenly panicked by his identity being exposed and engulfed by the anger of malicious framing. He roared:
"You are slandering me. I didn't kill him, and I didn't forge a suicide note!"
Feng Mu completely ignored Zhao Jia's fierce arguments. He turned his head as if nothing had happened, his eyes swept over Gong Qi, and then slowly passed over the faces of those who were all looking astonished.
His tone was unexpectedly gentle, as if he was a patient teacher discussing an insignificant academic issue with a group of dull students in class:
"He said he didn't kill her, but I firmly believe he did. He denied forging the suicide note, but I believe he was guilty. So, who do you think is the truth between us?"
Guan Zhong and others looked at this scene, and they suddenly felt collectively that Gong Lao might not have really committed suicide, and his suicide note was forged by this fake neighbor.
Wait, so both suicide notes were forged? ! !
No, something is wrong... Suddenly, their minds were in extreme confusion, and they felt they could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.
But, but in this chaos, a new feeling is emerging in their hearts, like a candlelight in the darkness, leading them to find the right path: what you see is not important, what you hear is not important, whether it is true or false is not important, what is important is...
Gong Qi laughed loudly. He stepped over Feng Mu, raised his arm and swung it forward. His arm turned into a whip shadow and slammed heavily on the door. The whole door broke in half with a "hiss".
Gong Qi stretched out his right arm, and his five fingers made a creepy sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, grabbing towards Zhao Jia's neck, and at the same time he laughed eerily: "My junior brother said that you killed the person, so you killed him. My junior brother said that you forged your suicide note, so you forged it. If you still don't admit it, then die!!!"
The confusion in Guan Zhong and others' eyes faded, and Guan Zhong's eyes lit up. He roared and followed Gong Qi, rushing towards Zhao Jia.
Yes, what you see is not important, what you hear is not important, whether it is true or false is not important, what is important is... which side you are on!!!
(End of this chapter)
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