Chapter 655 We are all good people, who killed you?
When Hou Wendong glanced at Feng Mu, there was a hint of imperceptible pity in his eyes.
But he did not say it out loud, but quietly changed the subject:
"So... do you still harbor resentment towards your father?"
Feng Mu raised his hand habitually and pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose with his knuckles, making him look more refined and approachable.
He said sincerely:
"Resentment... I used to have it. But over time, it faded.
For ants like us, we have already exhausted all our energy just by struggling to survive. How can we have the energy to harbor resentment towards anyone for a long time?
He paused, his tone was calm and composed, with a kind of indifference that seemed to have seen through the world.
"Besides, I've recently begun to understand him. I understand that reality has worn away a lot of things in him, and that he only cares about 'value'.
Although we still can't be called close, but when I think about it carefully, he did give me something after all.
So, from the bottom of my heart, I have forgiven him."
Hou Wendong listened to Feng Mu's calm and almost alienated sigh and naturally misunderstood it - he thought that the "things given by his father" in Feng Mu's words were nothing more than the opportunity to give him life and bring him into this world.
But he would never have thought that what Feng Mu was really referring to was the pair of ordinary eyes that his father Feng Ju "gifted" to him... which were now hidden behind his glasses.
Hou Wendong stared into Feng Mu's eyes. As the saying goes, eyes are the windows to the soul.
Through the spotless lenses, he looked into a pair of eyes that were distinctly black and white and surprisingly clear. Deeper inside, he saw a soul that was dark on the outside but bright on the inside.
Hou Wendong was silent for a long time, and the air seemed to be stagnant.
Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, his tone revealing an indescribable complexity, and said hoarsely:
"Feng Mu, you are actually a good person at heart."
He paused, as if he had made up his mind, and advised,
"I know you probably won't listen to what I'm about to say, but I still have to warn you - from now on, be careful everywhere and be wary of everyone.
Including the mother and son Li Hanyu and Qian Huan, the "playing house" they are playing with the congressmen is really too dangerous.
This game is full of lies and deception. It's not suitable for you. You might be deceived to the point of being left with nothing."
Hou Wendong didn't know whether Feng Mu would listen to him, so he decided to just repay Feng Mu's "half life-saving favor" one last time.
In this way, if the congressman asks him to do something later, he has laid the groundwork in advance, and Feng Mu cannot blame him.
At least, Hou Wendong can feel at ease.
Yes, as an official of the Executive Yuan, although Hou Wendong was also corrupt, he still had some conscience left, although not much, but there was indeed a little bit.
He stared at Feng Mu and continued:
“Loyalty is certainly a valuable quality, but it can also sometimes become the strongest shackles, locking you down on a path and making it difficult to turn back.
If you ever reach a point where everything seems hopeless and the world is about to collapse, remember, the most important thing is to find a way to stay alive."
Feng Mu's eyes narrowed slightly behind the lenses, forming two narrow and deep slits.
He looked at Hou Wendong deeply, as if he wanted to imprint his current expression.
Then, he also sighed with a complex meaning, and said in an extremely serious tone:
"Secretary Hou, thank you... You are actually a good person."
Two good people, one for you and one for me, and everyone will have a "good" future.
Hou Wendong did not continue this heavy topic. He patted Feng Mu's shoulder gently:
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, take me to your house.
See if Feng Ju is home? The councilor might need him to do something."
What else could Feng Mu say? He just nodded obediently:
"Okay, Secretary Hou."
This was destined to be a futile and futile journey. Unfortunately, Feng Mu was unable to persuade Hou Wendong and could only accompany him for a while.
……..
run.
Keep running.
His lungs were like a worn-out bellows, and every breath carried a bloody smell of rust and a burning pain. His legs had long lost all feeling, and he was only relying on his remaining instincts and willpower to move forward mechanically and madly.
The night was like solidified ink, tightly wrapping around little Jiuzi. He had long lost track of the direction, and had no idea how far he had run or how long he had been running.
I just felt that I could no longer run. I had probably escaped, but I was also probably going to die.
I originally thought that this night journey to the city was just a simple errand and the road should be flat and smooth. However, who would have thought that this night journey would be so thrilling and full of "ghosts" and finally become a one-way journey.
There were two of us when we came, but when we left... no one of us could go back.
The two soul burnings almost burned out all his energy, blood, and soul.
At this moment, he was like a lamp that had completely run out of oil, with the flame flickering faintly. He no longer had the time or strength to support him to return to the upper city.
He looked up at the dark sky, and the huge metal butt was already lit up with bits and pieces of sunlight.
That is not sunrise, but the morning star that marks the switch between day and night mode in the artificial sky.
Looking in the direction of "home" above his head, Xiao Jiuzi's cracked and bleeding lips moved slightly, and a mixture of great sorrow and faint comfort surged in his heart.
"Fortunately, we finally got the parchment scroll from you, young master. It can be considered as fulfilling our mission."
He stopped abruptly, held onto the cold and damp wall, gasping heavily, and looked vigilantly at the darkness behind him.
As far as the eye can see, there are only twisted and swaying tree shadows and garbage debris blown by the wind.
Fortunately, I didn’t see the ghost of [Masked] or the figure of the Night Watchman.
This time I think I really got rid of it.
But this brief safety did not bring any relief. The footsteps of death were already ringing in his ears, and he had to make use of this last time.
He staggered into a narrow alley next to him. The foul and humid air was almost suffocating.
Deep in the alley, at the base of the wall, a homeless man wrapped in tattered felt was curled up and sleeping, snoring loudly, his body emitting a strong, foul stench mixed with rotting food and body waste.
Xiao Jiuzi's intrusion startled the homeless man. He opened his sleepy eyes in a daze, and his turbid gaze fell on the intruder.
The next moment, the homeless man's sleepiness was instantly gone.
What caught his eye was a figure as withered as a dried-up skeleton, with the skin on his face covered in spider-web-like cracks and bloodshot lines, deep enough to reveal the bones.
The clothes that might have been decent had already been soaked and hardened by the dark red blood, and were tightly stuck to the body that seemed like it would fall apart at any time.
“Ghost…Ghost!”
The homeless man was so frightened that he screamed and moved backwards with his hands and feet, his teeth chattering and pointing at Xiao Jiuzi incoherently.
"Blood, you're covered in blood..."
Xiao Jiuzi looked at him and laughed hoarsely in his throat:
"You're right. We're almost out of blood. So, could you lend us some of your blood?"
"No! Don't come over here!"
The homeless man's survival instinct broke out, and he screamed and turned around to escape.
The next second, Xiao Jiuzi caught up with him from behind, bit his neck with his teeth, and sucked it with big mouthfuls.
"Well--!"
The homeless man's scream was cut off halfway and his body began to twitch violently.
Gulp… Gulp…
In the silent alley, the only sound left was the creepy swallowing sound.
The warm, fishy liquid poured into his throat, barely suppressing the thirst and pain that burned his soul.
After a while, all the blood in the homeless man's body was sucked dry and his body fell limply to the ground.
Xiao Jiuzi started coughing violently, as if he wanted to vomit out everything he had been fed.
He wiped his lips fiercely with the back of his hand, his face showing extreme disgust and nausea:
"Bah! You vile creature! It's exactly as the young master said... The blood of the people from the lower city doesn't have a single trace of freshness. It's all the stench of rotting, dead rats!"
Xiao Jiuzi spat a few times. Drinking some blood could not prevent him from dying, but it could slightly reduce the pain of his soul being torn apart, which was equivalent to taking a board of ibuprofen.
He was hunched over, as if carrying a heavy burden, and every step he took was extremely difficult. He moved deeper into the alley and found a rusty manhole cover.
"This is it." Xiao Jiuzi thought to himself.
He opened the manhole cover and jumped in without hesitation.
thump!
The dirty, cold water instantly reached above the knees, and the pungent stench was enough to make any healthy person vomit and faint on the spot, but Xiao Jiuzi only frowned slightly.
All his senses had long been overwhelmed and numbed by the boundless pain deep in his soul.
He waded through the sewage, taking one step deep and one step shallow as he walked deeper into the pipe.
After walking about a few dozen meters with difficulty, he stopped.
The pipes here are relatively dry, and the cracks in the wall on one side are covered with slippery moss.
He stretched out his claws, which were almost skin and bones, with cracked and bleeding nails, and used the last bit of strength he had left to slam them into the crack in the wall.
Puff--
Loose gravel and moss fell with a thud.
His energy and blood had long been exhausted and were unable to circulate at all. At this moment, he relied entirely on a terrifying willpower to dig at the hard wall bit by bit with his finger bones.
Finally, a shallow pit was dug out that could barely accommodate the parchment scroll.
He carefully took out the parchment scroll that was more important than his life from his arms and stuffed it tightly into the deepest part of the pit.
Then, he carefully filled the excavated gravel and moss residue back in, pressing it firmly with his palms, trying his best to erase all traces of human intervention.
He no longer had the strength to do it more perfectly. Fortunately, no one usually comes to this stinking sewer.
This is what he learned from [Mask] - underground shafts are the best place to hide things.
After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly raised his hand and used two fingers to dig out one of his eyeballs.
There was no scream, only the slight muffled sound of muscles tearing.
He stuffed his eyeballs, which still had body temperature, deep into the gap between the rubble that had just been filled.
He has a locator installed in his eye.
Finally, he took a deep breath of the cold air filled with stench, and the fingers of his other hand suddenly pierced into the wound on his abdomen. He stirred back and forth in the bloody mess and quickly dug out a special communicator.
The communicator is about the size of a thumb and is covered with a layer of film.
His fingers trembled slightly due to exhaustion and cold, but his movements were extremely steady. He slowly and firmly entered a long string of extremely complex encrypted numbers.
When the last character is entered.
Click.
He pressed the confirm button.
The communicator screen lit up with a faint blue light, indicating that the connection was in progress.
After a while, the call seemed to be connected.
But, on the other end... there was dead silence.
There was no human voice, no breathing, even the subtle hissing sound of electricity inherent in communication equipment was completely non-existent, as if it was connected to an absolute vacuum.
However, Xiao Jiuzi knew that someone was listening over there, definitely listening.
He hurriedly held the communicator in his palm and raised it high above his head, as if performing some final pious ritual.
Then, his knees gave way and he fell heavily into the cold and sticky sewage.
He leaned over, pressed his burning forehead against the dirty stone, and knocked it hard. A hoarse, broken sound echoed in the pipe:
"Xiao Jiuzi has got the young master's things, but Xiao Jiuzi is incompetent and I'm afraid I can't return them to the young master.
We have hidden the things. Please send someone to take them back for Xiao Jiuzi. Xiao Jiuzi thanks you. "
He kowtowed as he reported, his voice broken by the physical pain and emotional excitement:
“Also… the person that the young master was worried about… walked ahead of Xiao Jiuzi.
Sir, don't worry... Even if Xiao Jiuzi goes downstairs... I will definitely keep a close eye on him for you... and will never let him... disturb your peace again..."
“…”
He explained the follow-up in bits and pieces, as clearly as possible, squeezing out the last bit of value in his life and dedicating it to the silent existence on the other end of the phone.
From beginning to end, there was no response from the other end of the phone, no questions, no instructions, just silent listening.
Xiao Jiuzi didn't care at all, as if this was just a matter of course.
Finally, he used up all his strength and slammed his forehead against the cold ground again, his voice choked with sobs, filled with endless attachment and farewell:
"Please... please help me... tell the Master!
Xiao Jiuzi... I wish you... all the best... Xiao Jiuzi... I'm leaving now..."
After saying that, Xiao Jiuzi prepared to crush the communicator.
At this moment, a voice came.
The voice was obviously synthesized by a voice changer. It was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. There was no fluctuation in the tone and no emotion.
"Who killed you?"
Just four words.
It was like a powerful shot of cardiac stimulant, causing Xiao Jiuzi's body to tremble violently, and her face flushed with an abnormal, last-minute blush.
He suddenly slammed his head against the ground, his entire body almost completely prostrating on the filthy ground, and excitedly said in a voice that suddenly became high-pitched:
"The ones who killed me were... the Night's Watch, but the ones who set me up and forced me into this dead end were... [Masked] and Zuo Bai!!"
Xiao Jiuzi was so excited that his breathing became smoother and his voice stopped stuttering.
The person on the other end of the phone said nothing more, only said lightly:
"knew."
(End of this chapter)
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