Chapter 337 You didn't lie, you really didn't.
Under the dark night.
A quiet and deserted path.
Sun Yifei, carrying a heavy schoolbag, stepped lightly into the familiar path.
After school every day, he would take a shortcut and climb over the wall to shorten his journey home.
He was seen bending down slightly, ready to go, and then with a powerful run-up and heavy footsteps on the ground, he rose from the ground like an agile skinny monkey and climbed over the five-meter-high wall.
His movements were perfect, his body drew an arc in the air like a carp escaping from the water, and he skillfully avoided the broken glass stuck vertically on the top of the wall, without getting his school uniform scratched at all.
However, just as Sun Yifei's feet were about to land on the ground, several silver iron hands suddenly stretched out from the shadows in the corner, as if they had been waiting for a long time, and grabbed towards him with the sound of wind breaking through the air and with fierce malice.
"[Mask] You are under arrest, why don't you surrender?" The cold voice echoed in the night wind.
Sun Yifei was shocked and his mind went blank.
His back was tense when he was hit, and he fell to the ground with a groan. The shoulder strap of his schoolbag was torn, and his books and stationery were scattered all over the floor.
He hurriedly got up, feeling a burning pain on his back, and turned around to see several detectives with gloomy faces surrounding him in a corner, each of them holding a cold mechanical arm facing him.
Sun Yifei's heart was pounding. He had never encountered such a situation before and was extremely panicked.
He is just an ordinary high school student. Although he had a strange encounter recently and picked up a bottle of pills under a bridge, his martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds and he is expected to be promoted to the key martial arts class in the next exam.
But he really wasn't a [Mask]. He didn't even know what a [Mask] was. Sun Yifei's voice trembled with nervousness. He hurriedly explained, "I'm not a [Mask]. You've got the wrong person."
The detectives surrounding him exchanged grim looks with each other, and tightened their encirclement unmoved, moving closer to Sun Yifei step by step.
Not far behind them, a cold and cruel voice came over: "Whether you are a [Mask] or not is not up to you to decide. We have to verify it before we can confirm it. Do not resist. Just surrender. We will verify it quickly."
Sun Yifei's heart was beating like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat, and his body's instinct was urging him to escape quickly.
But the uniform of the detective was like an invisible barrier, causing him to hesitate. His raised arms seemed to be filled with lead and fell down heavily.
Sun Yifei's face was struggling: "How are you going to verify it?"
In response to him, several silver arms stretched out from different directions and tightly grasped his shoulders and neck, clamping him firmly to the wall like an iron clamp, making him unable to move.
Then, they slowly made way, and a pitch-black arm quickly expanded in Sun Yifei's field of vision, suddenly covering his entire face.
Sun Yifei felt suffocated. The power coming from the black hand was extremely terrifying, with a strange smell of motor oil seeping into his skin, as if it was going to tear his entire face, including the skin and flesh, off from the bones.
No, not as if, but...
Sun Yifei heard a horrifying tearing sound in his ears and the intense pain made his head feel like it was about to split. He opened his mouth in pain and wanted to shout, but his throat was strangled tightly and he couldn't make a sound. He could only squeeze out bursts of desperate gasps from the crack in his throat.
In desperation, Sun Yifei could only bite wildly with his teeth, but the entrance was full of cold steel bars, which shattered his teeth.
Hiss—hiss—
Snap!
The sound of flesh being torn apart suddenly stopped, replaced by the crisp sound of bloody flesh falling to the ground.
Sun Yifei's eyes were wide open, and his bloody eyeballs almost fell out of his white eye sockets. He couldn't see his face, but he could feel the wet touch of the wind blowing across his cheeks.
Feng Ju gently withdrew his palm and stared expressionlessly at the face in front of him that had taken off its disguise. His eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions, and then he sighed and said:
"Congratulations, you have passed the verification. You did not lie. You are indeed not [Fake Face]."
Feng Ju gently waved his hand, and Dong Ping relaxed his palm as if he understood. Sun Yifei was finally able to make a sound, and his shrill scream immediately tore through the silence of the night:
“My face, my face ahhhhhh—”
The voice was shrill and piercing, filled with endless resentment and despair. It echoed and drifted away in the night, causing passers-by in the distance to shiver.
Most of the passers-by quickened their pace and quickly hid away from the source of the sound, but there were two or three young men who were brave and curious, and walked stealthily into the darkness.
Listening to the footsteps coming from outside, Feng Ju met Sun Yifei's resentful eyes and sneered: "Thank you for your cooperation, but remember, don't easily believe what others say in your next life."
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Feng Ju stopped looking at Sun Yifei and turned to look at Dong Ping. He sighed and said, "How can students nowadays be so naive? This is the 10th time. No, I have to find some time to talk to my daughter about this. She should know that she must not trust others easily when she is outside, especially those in uniform like us. She should be more vigilant. Sigh..."
Dong Ping nodded in agreement, crushed Sun Yifei's throat with his palm, and then replied to Feng Ju: "This is the sixth one. Except for one who dared to resist, the other students are very cooperative. At this rate, it won't take a few days for us to verify all the students on the list and complete the task assigned by the special envoy."
At the same time, several other detectives worked together to twist Sun Yifei's limbs into a twist shape, and then threw him into the corner like garbage.
Dong Ping slowly bent down, picked up the face skin on the ground, gently put it into a sealed transparent packaging bag, and then stuffed it into her black handbag.
At the same time, he took out a list from the list and used a finger dipped in blood to draw a red line on Sun Yifei's name, parallel to the red lines above.
After doing all this, they restrained the gloomy expressions on their faces, their faces became solemn, and they walked out with heavy hearts.
A few young men who were looking around were bumped into the detectives with unfriendly faces. They immediately stopped and were stopped outside. Then, under their gaze, a cordon was quickly set up to separate them from the crime scene inside.
Dong Ping frowned, looked at the young men sharply, and asked in a serious tone:
"What are you guys doing? Did you see anyone suspicious just now?"
The young men looked at each other, then shook their heads together, obviously puzzled by Dong Ping's question.
Dong Ping didn't seem surprised by their answer. A trace of annoyance flashed across his face. He spat on the ground in dissatisfaction and cursed: "I'm a step too late again. The murderer escaped. Fuck, this is the nth time, [Mask], this damn bastard!!!"
…….(End of this chapter)
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