Chapter 44: I framed myself
The bicycle wheels creaked as they moved along the road.
The spokes rotated faster and faster, and finally became blurred shadows, just like the fate of the future, intricate and complicated, with countless crossed threads converging towards the center, and the threads were entangled with each other.
Like a net, everyone thinks that they will be standing in the center and collecting the net in the end.
Little do they know that they are actually just threads.
No one can see the entire web, because the chain reaction caused by the manipulation of any thread may weave the web into a different shape.
No one can see the future, including Feng Mu.
When the vibration of the thread comes towards you, all you can do is adapt yourself and hold on to your own thread tightly so that it doesn't fall off.
Because in a game where everyone is hunting each other, being disconnected means death.
"Is someone following me again?"
Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat. It was different from the last time he was followed. This time it was very covert.
He moved his neck calmly and glanced around. There were many people going to work on the road, and he couldn't tell who was suspicious.
However, the bones on his back felt cold, as if stimulated, and the lumps of bone that protected his back were about to surface in response, allowing Feng Mu to clearly feel the malicious intent lurking in the dark.
Although he didn't find the person, it wasn't a complete loss. At least Feng Mu discovered another hidden benefit of skeletalization - danger perception.
"Someone from the Green Wolf Gang?"
"No, Ma Bin just finished talking to me on the phone. He wouldn't be so demented."
"Besides, the feeling of danger it gave me was completely on a different level."
Feng Mu stopped searching and continued pedaling the wheel pretending not to know, his mind spinning wildly.
The answer was obvious: "If it's not the Green Wolf Gang, then it can only be that gang of black market merchants."
Feng Muxin suddenly felt depressed. Both he and Ma Bin had made the wrong judgment. The black market merchants had actually bypassed Ma Bin and found him first.
How did they find me? Should I notify Ma Bin to come to the rescue now?
The CPU in Feng Mu's head was about to burn out, but his face remained expressionless. The control of his facial bones really helped him a lot in managing his facial expressions.
In the end, Feng Mu did not choose to ask Ma Bin for help.
Regardless of whether Ma Bin would come, it was too late in time, because he saw a middle-aged man with wrinkles all over his face slowly walking towards him at the entrance of the incinerator.
Feng Mu breathed steadily, used [Iron Eater] to control his facial expression, and used [Blood Madness] to control the bleeding rate and slow down his heartbeat. He pedaled past the man without paying any attention.
Zhang Hao listened to Feng Mu's calm heartbeat until half of the other party's car had passed. Then he suddenly turned around and asked politely, "Wait a minute, little brother, are you the new cremator in the factory?"
Feng Mu stopped his bicycle and waited for the other party to speak the first sentence. He instantly grasped the other party's intention from this sentence.
It's not directed at "me".
It’s not that he went around Ma Bin and directly touched my real body.
But he was coming for Feng Mu!
The "I" mentioned above refers to the real murderer of Lame, that is, the person who directly drove Ma Bin and indirectly drove Qian Hao to the black market and clashed with them behind the scenes, and who may know and covet the secrets of the black core.
"I told you, if you follow the clues to find me, you have to follow the clues first. You can't just jump in and find the source and skip steps." Feng Mu's inner alarm was half-soothed.
The reason why it only fell back half was because there was something strange about Feng Mu.
"The problem should be that I took Wang Jian's black cores, which caused them to lose Wang Jian's supply, so they came to me."
"Damn, I was careless. But I couldn't have expected that Wang Jian only made a few black cores a week. Was it worth it for the black market merchants to come to him?"
"You guys are too thirsty, aren't you?"
"No, what they care about is not a few less black cores every week, what they care about is that Wang Jian's black cores may be collected by other people."
Feng Mu cleared his mind, looked at Zhang Hao suspiciously and warily, and asked, "What are you doing? Who are you?"
His tone was not very polite, which was in line with a normal person's behavior. Zhang Hao's scrutiny of him weakened a bit, and his voice became mellower.
He said, "Don't be nervous, little brother. We just want to ask if you have any black cores. We want to buy them."
Feng Mu didn't say anything, but turned his head to look, and saw two dark faces appear behind him, one of them was also forcing out a simple and honest smile, and the other was a little silly playing with an ant on the branch in his hand.
Branch?
Ant?
Feng Mu's heart sank and he turned his gaze back.
He frowned and said to Zhang Hao: "I don't have any now. I left them all at home."
Feng Mu originally wanted to lie and say that he had sold it to someone else, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly told the truth, because he vaguely saw that the silly dark-faced man behind him suddenly stopped playing with ants and put his hands in his trouser pockets while he was answering.
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If a guy who looks stupid suddenly puts down his toys, there must be a reason for it.
What's in his trouser pocket? Something that can tell if I'm lying?
It shouldn't be. It's a detector similar to that used for security or exploration. It can detect whether I carry a black core or have come into contact with a black core recently? Dark-faced No. 2 lowered his head, his left eye lit up strangely, and his sight went straight through the cloth to see the value on the detector.
Value: 74.
This value shows that Feng Mu did not carry any black nuclei on his body, but he must have come into close contact with black nuclei within 8 hours, and more than one or two.
Dark-faced No. 2 looked up and continued playing with the ants on the branch.
Zhang Hao understood what his companion meant. He confirmed that Feng Mu was not lying, and his suspicion towards him plummeted. He then asked, "Why do you keep it at home instead of selling it? The cremator in the factory should tell you that we specialize in collecting this kind of stuff."
Feng Mu breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "I know, but I promised to sell it to someone else."
Zhang Hao smiled even more, his mouth wide open, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Ah? There are other people buying this thing, it's strange, brother, can you tell me who is buying it?"
Seeing Feng Mu didn't say anything.
Zhang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Don't get me wrong, little brother. We are also working for others. If we can't collect the black cores, we have to give an explanation to the boss when we go back. I don't mean any other meaning."
As he spoke, he raised four fingers and promised, "In this case, we won't ask that person. We just want to ask if the young man can sell the black core to us. We will pay double the price, 400 yuan for each."
Feng Mu's cheek muscles twitched, and he was obviously impressed by the high price.
He scratched his hair irritably, gritted his teeth and refused: "Okay, I tell you, the person who collected the goods is a cripple. I was harassed by some hooligans a few days ago, and he helped me, so I agreed to collect the black cores for him in the factory, and I can't go back on my word."
Didn't expect that I could frame myself!
The most important thing is that this group of black market merchants can verify this matter, and the security guard holding the thermos cup at the factory gate is a living eyewitness.
Zhang Hao captured the key information and no longer forced Feng Mu.
He gave Feng Mu a thumbs up and complimented him, "Brother, you are a man of your word. So, can you give us the contact information of that person? After you sell the item to him, we can contact him and buy it back at a high price. This way, you won't be embarrassed and we can report to the boss. Is that ok?"
Feng Mu thought for a moment, and when he saw Zhang Hao stuffing several hundred yuan into his hand, he could only sigh helplessly, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book.
The phone number with the note "lame weirdo" was given to Zhang Hao.
The phone number was naturally Red Hair's cell phone, and the remark was something he changed after burying the latter's body.
Don't ask why they changed it. The answer is to prepare for a rainy day. When they lie, they should make sure it is consistent and watertight...
(End of this chapter)
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