Chapter 96 You were deceived, the name was circled
The receiver looked down at the words on the paper: [No. 4.1, I followed Zhang Hao's instructions and continued to track the target Feng Mu...] There were many traces of erasures on it. Obviously, when writing this paper, Dark No. 2's mood fluctuated greatly, and the words were filled with anger and confusion.
[…….][The group of lunatics from Destiny actually lived in the same neighborhood as us?][The residence was covered by black pillars, but I did not go back. I had to obey orders and continue to track the target.][…The target found me, and I had to show up. I checked his phone…The lame weirdo sent a text message to the target…][The lame weirdo found me? I did not find him.][I had to rush back to the residence immediately to confirm whether the Black Core was safe.][The Survey Corps blocked the neighborhood and the streets, and I could not force my way in. I waited until late at night, and only entered after the Survey Corps lifted the blockade… and was ambushed…][There was a special agent dressed like Shangcheng, chasing me all the way, and I escaped with a broken arm and serious injuries. ][I called them but couldn’t get through. When I finally got through, they hung up again...][I don’t understand why I was discovered, what went wrong, why the police station was searching the whole city for me, where are Zhang Hao and the other guy, are they dead or alive...] The receiver frowned and read the words on the paper over and over again. His temples were throbbing as he read.
He couldn't bear it any longer so he clenched the paper, crunching it in his hands, as if he could use it to cleanse the stupid brain of Dark No. 2.
The receiver gritted his teeth: "Stupid, you have been deceived."
Dark No. 2's eyes widened. He had been hiding in the basement for the past few days, repeatedly writing on dozens of sheets of paper. Every time he wrote, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
It looked like it was about to grow a brain, but in the end it almost didn't grow out.
At this moment, after hearing the receiver's angry curse, Dark No. 2 suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that the problem is that I was cheated."
Dark No. 2's eyes revealed a strong murderous intent, and he asked, "Who lied to me?"
The receiver barely managed to suppress his soaring blood pressure. He no longer had any hope in Dark No. 2's brain, and he didn't intend to explain his reasoning process.
Even if I explained it, the latter would not be able to understand.
He gave a direct conclusion: "That text message was a scam, and the person who deceived you was [the lame weirdo], and you brought him all the way back to your residence."
Dark No. 2 had a dark face and stuffed the stick into his mouth in anger, chewing up the stick and the ant's corpse together, and said in an inarticulate voice: "Despicable, hateful, kill him, and cut him into pieces."
The receiver ignored Dark No. 2's impotent rage. With a last glimmer of hope, he asked, "Is the black core still there?"
Dark No. 2 nodded and shook his head in frustration: "No, the police station..."
Before he finished speaking, the special envoy was too lazy to listen to the conclusion of a fool.
He sneered and said bluntly: "The police station and you have been used as pawns. The police station may not know the existence of the things. It is very likely that the things were taken away by the [Lame Weird Man]."
Dark No. 2 seemed to understand what he heard, but he bit his lips tightly and didn't say anything.
"Zhang Hao and the other person have lost contact. They are either dead or arrested. The probability of death is higher." The receiver made this judgment in his heart.
He took off his mask irritably, revealing a disfigured face from burns, and said grimly: "Tell me everything that happened during this period of time, and all the people involved, without leaving out a single one."
Dark No. 2 took out his pocket and pulled out a stack of papers, each of which was covered with crooked words.
Although his brain wasn't working very well, he wasn't completely idle during those days hiding in the basement. He was really working hard, reviewing and thinking.
The result of the battle is this stack of paper and a thick layer of ant corpses piled up in the corner.
The receiver took the stack of papers and read them carefully one by one.
Two hours later.
The receiver took out a pen from his pocket and wrote down three names on the paper in order: Feng Mu, the lame weirdo, and Ma Bin.
Then he circled Feng Mu's name again.
It’s not that he suspected Feng Mu the most, but because there were too few clues about the lame monster. To investigate the lame monster, he must start with Feng Mu.
Because according to the records on Dark No. 2, Feng Mu is the only target they currently know of who has definitely had direct contact with the lame monster.
Besides, Feng Mu was just a cremator with no background, so he was the easiest to investigate.
Dark No. 2 looked at the circled name on the paper and stammered, "Still, following him?"
The receiver shook his head and said, "Hasn't the tracking been exposed? In that case, just go and tie the man up and interrogate him."
The receiver spoke in a decisive and cold tone, not caring about a life at all: "If he is useful, keep him alive. If he is useless, bury him."
Dark No. 2 responded murderously: "Okay."
The receiver specifically reminded him: "When you go out at night, disguise yourself well and don't get caught by the police."
After saying that, the deliveryman put on his mask and hat again, pushed the door open, walked for a distance, and then took the bus to the Fourth Hospital in the Urban Area.
The Fourth Hospital in the Urban Area was the closest hospital to the community where the accident occurred that day. If there were any seriously injured people in the police station that night, they would have been sent to this hospital.
The receiver planned to go to the Fourth Hospital to inquire. That night, after Dark No. 2 was ambushed, several injured constables were sent there.
As long as we compare the number of ordinary wounded with the number recorded by Dark No. 2 to see if there is any discrepancy, we can infer whether the lame monster also followed to that community that night and eventually took away their black core box.
Two hours later.
The receiver came out of the Fourth Hospital, and as he expected, the Fourth Hospital received two batches of seriously injured patients that night.
The first batch included both the chief constable and soldiers from the Survey Corps, with the Survey Corps soldiers in the majority. This batch arrived earlier. The second batch only included the chief constable, and more than a dozen of them were killed or wounded, which was obviously several times more than the number of casualties suffered by Dark-No. 2. This batch arrived almost an hour later than the previous one.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the snipe and the clam fight while the fisherman gains. Haha, you dare to steal our Corpse Cult's things, lame weirdo, no matter who you are, you are dead!"
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There was a sinister murderous look in the receiver's eyes. He lowered his hat, covered his mask and pretended to cough a few times. He went to the pharmacy to queue up and got two boxes of medicine, then quickly left the hospital.
It's getting dark.
Time seemed to have gone back, and Dark No. 2 returned to the barrel building.
It was the same room he had visited before.
The bodies of the young couple were still lying on the floor, their hollow eyes filled with maggots. They were wrapped in a special transparent bag to prevent the stench of the corpses from escaping.
This was done by Dark No. 2, not because he was afraid of the murder being exposed, but purely because he had to live in this house for a few days in order to monitor the target.
Yes, it’s the bed next to me, lying on that soft little pillow.
The little body that was lying there might have been flushed down the toilet by now.
Dark No. 2 was not sure, and he had no interest in going to the bathroom to see if his work was still there.
The door was pushed open.
The receiver walked in and asked in a gloomy voice, "Didn't I ask you to tie the person up and take him back? Why did you ask me to come here?"
"No one's here." Dark No. 2 stood at the window, pointed outward with his hand, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "No one is in the room."
After Dark No. 2's surveillance was forced to be interrupted, he did not update the information in a timely manner, and he did not know that Feng Mu had moved.
That place should now be called Feng Ju's house.
After discovering that the target was not in the house, Dark No. 2 did not act rashly. He learned a lesson from his failure. He directly sent a text message to the deliveryman and asked the latter to come over and decide the next course of action.
The receiver looked down at the time on his phone: 21:37.
He didn't hesitate too much, and the corners of his disfigured face raised a cold arc: "Let's go to the room over there and check. If he's not there, we'll wait for him to come back in the room."
…….. I have had stomach discomfort for two or three days now, and I feel like vomiting all the time. It can’t be that the food Feng Mu ate got into my stomach.
I'm a little panicked. I have to go to the hospital for a checkup. (End of this chapter)
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