Chapter 378 Living God
"I...I'll be right back."
Li Shang spoke with difficulty, but he remained calm.
He hung up the phone and immediately dialed Chang Erbing's number: "Bring someone to my house immediately, quickly!"
Chang Erbing on the other end of the phone heard the urgency in his tone, responded immediately, hung up the phone and went to make arrangements.
Although he had only met Feng Mu once, Li Shang was deeply impressed by Feng Mu, especially the charred corpse of Chen Yang and the accidental death case he had just learned about on the phone.
All these things deepened his impression of Feng Mu - he would do anything to get what he wanted, was lawless, and was an extremely dangerous madman.
It was hard for him not to have wild thoughts when such a madman suddenly appeared in his home without any warning.
The car sped through the night, and the fluorescent light from the dashboard made Li Shang's face look pale green.
The tires skimmed through the puddles, splashing water, and raindrops hit the roof of the car rapidly, as if sounding the alarm for some unknown impending event.
Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs of his house. Li Shang pushed open the door and walked quickly into the corridor.
The elevator was too slow and he couldn't wait, so he just climbed the stairs.
The light in the corridor was broken, and the darkness enveloped him silently like a thick liquid.
With only a tiny bit of light coming in from the window, I could barely see the steps under my feet.
The soles of his shoes stepped on the stairs, making a dull sound that echoed in the empty corridor. Every step seemed particularly heavy, as if the ground under his feet was not solid cement, but some invisible quagmire.
Finally, he stopped at the door of his house. The security door was locked and the soundproofing was very good. It was extremely quiet inside, as if... there was no living person inside.
Li Shang's palms were covered with cold sweat. The slippery touch made him unconsciously wipe his palms on his pants in an attempt to calm down.
Li Shang took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing and forcing himself to calm down.
The moment his fingers gripped the door handle, he could clearly feel his heartbeat rumbling in his eardrums.
"Bang!"
He pushed the door open violently, and the dull sound of the impact echoed in the room with an urgency that he himself was not aware of.
However, what greeted him was not the chaos or danger he had imagined - no smell of blood, no corpses, no burnt smell, no headless bodies, everything was surprisingly quiet.
Only the ceiling lamp in the living room casts soft light and a faint scent of tea, enveloping the entire room in an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
Li Shang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced across the living room, only to see Feng Mu sitting on the sofa with a calm expression and gentle eyes, like an old friend waiting for his master to return.
"You're back?"
When his wife saw Li Shang standing at the door, she hurried over and skillfully helped him take off his rain-soaked coat.
But Li Shang did not respond. He just stared at Feng Mu on the sofa without saying a word, his eyes as cold as ice.
Then he turned to look at his wife and said in a low voice: "Go to the bedroom, I have something to talk to him about."
The wife heard something wrong in Li Shang's tone, but she didn't dare to ask. She just nodded, walked into the bedroom obediently and closed the door.
"Captain Li, you're back."
Feng Mu finally spoke. He slowly stood up and nodded slightly. His tone was so calm that it seemed as if he was greeting an old and familiar friend.
He had that signature gentle smile on his face, a shallow one with a hint of harmless elegance.
This kind of smile might make people who don't know him let down their guard and even develop some good feelings towards him.
But Li Shang could easily see through it with his detective eyes. This smile was nothing but a hypocritical disguise, a carefully crafted "mask".
What is hidden behind it is not warmth, but the cold and deadly cruelty of the hunter.
"Feng Mu," Li Shang said coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his voice full of alertness, "What are you doing here? Are you alone?"
Feng Mu still maintained a calm smile, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was just greeting:
"Captain Li, you are so forgetful. Captain Li saw through everything and cleared my name. Didn't I tell you long ago that I would thank you in person if I had the chance?"
Feng Mu's tone was neither hurried nor slow, and he had an impenetrable calmness to him, as if he had completely ignored the coldness and vigilance in Li Shang's tone.
What made Li Shang even more uneasy was that Feng Mu only answered his first question and lightly avoided the more important second one.
After just two sentences, Li Shang felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
His eyes swept out the window. The rainy night was as dark as ink, and the light from the street lamps was dim. No one knew how many sneaky murderous intentions were hidden in the darkness.
"You really have a heart."
Li Shang sneered, but his eyes quickly swept to something on the coffee table.
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On the table was a black suitcase with a smooth surface and a thick body.
Feng Mu noticed his gaze and his smile deepened.
He slowly sat back on the sofa and tapped lightly on the lid of the box with his fingers, making a "dong dong" sound.
Then, Feng Mu deliberately slowed down his movements. His fingers lightly rested on the buckle of the box and with a little force from his fingertips, the lid of the box slowly opened, revealing a gap.
Golden light overflowed from the cracks in the box, as if the imprisoned god had finally found a crack to escape.
The light greedily licked every corner of the room, dyeing the white walls into gold foil of the temple, plating the shabby sofa into a throne, and even the dust floating in the air turned into golden stardust.
According to Mendeleev's periodic table, this is just a metal with atomic number 79, density 19.32 g/cubic centimeter, melting point 1064.18℃, and is an absolutely cold and dead substance.
But in the long river of human history, it is a living god that has run through countless eras, stained with blood, plated with flesh, and devoured souls...
There are countless believers who give up their lives and die for it without hesitation.
Yes, gold is the true God worshipped by countless human beings. From ancient times to the present, it is a belief that has been imprinted in human genes since ancient times.
Li Shang looked at the small yellow croakers neatly stacked in the box and instantly felt as if he was being stared at by a god, and his soul was being tortured like never before.
The coldness in his pupils was melting silently, replaced by a scorching heat of 1064.18 degrees Celsius.
He knew that Feng Mu was a dangerous madman and that the box of gold was definitely hot to the touch, but he really couldn't spit out the words to send him away.
Who could resist having a god live in their home?
Even though they know that gods may bring trouble, isn't it the wish of believers to offer their lives for them?
Li Shang gritted his teeth, and with difficulty he turned his gaze away from the gold, then looked at Feng Mu. His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had swallowed a piece of small yellow croaker:
"What are you doing?"
Feng Mu looked at Li Shang, the smile on his face never changing:
"Captain Li, this is a small gift from me. I don't have any other requests. I just want to make friends with you, Captain Li. Gold is the symbol of friendship. It never betrays and never rusts.
This represents my best wishes. I hope our friendship can be like gold, indestructible from the beginning. Do you think it's ok?"
(End of this chapter)
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