Chapter 97 Hush, don't make any noise
The weak door lock could not stop the evil followers of the Corpse Cult.
Dark No. 2 used his deformed black hand to poke the lock core lightly, and it broke into pieces.
The wet liquid stuck to the door handle and was quickly dried by the cold air, turning into a weird layer that looked like dehydrated...human skin?
If Feng Mu were here, he might be able to recognize that wet liquid. It was the corpse oil that fell off when the corpse was burned.
"Are you sure the target lives in this room?"
The receiver pushed open the bedroom door, looked around the room for a while, and frowned slightly.
The dust on the desk showed that there should have been a computer here before, and the clothes in the closet were randomly squeezed aside, indicating that there were other things piled in the closet before, but they were no longer there.
The receiver squatted down suspiciously and took out a rusty nail from the corner of the closet.
He held the rusty nail and compared it with the wardrobe, but the sizes didn't match.
When Dark No. 2 saw the rusty nails in the receiver's hand, he suddenly thought of something. Although he thought it was just the target's quirk and not important at all, he did not write it down on paper when he recalled it.
But now seeing the receiver's suspicious expression, Dark No. 2 thought that maybe he should also tell him about the target's quirk? 1 minute later.
The receiver figured out where the rusty nails came from, and his confusion did not diminish, but increased instead: "What kind of strange hobby is it to like touching iron?"
Admittedly, this may just be a strange hobby. People are under great psychological pressure nowadays, so it is understandable that they have all kinds of strange hobbies.
What's more, as a cultist, the receiver's vision goes beyond ordinary worldly things. Not to mention those who like to touch iron, he has seen many people who like to touch corpses.
In the receiver's understanding, a quirk is an uncontrollable disease.
For example, Dark No. 2 can't help playing with ants, and the left-wing priest in the church has to hug a corpse when he sleeps at night. These are all uncontrollable. If they are forcibly controlled or stopped, they may stop for a while, but they will inevitably cause a more violent backlash afterwards.
For example, from playing with ants, the rebound is to eating ants, from sleeping with a corpse, the rebound is to sleeping with a rotten corpse.
Of course, these are not a problem, but...
"Although the black core looks more like a cracked stone or a fruit core, and many people in the church think so, in fact..."
"I went to the laboratory to deliver goods once, and accidentally peeked at the black core test ingredient list. The most abundant ingredient in the black core is iron, so the black core should actually be classified as an iron metal!!!"
The receiver's pupils contracted, and he muttered, "Since you like touching iron, then you should also like touching black cores?"
The receiver stood up suddenly, as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. He paced back and forth for a few seconds, his expression changing several times.
Suddenly, he turned his head and stared at Dark No. 2, and asked a question: "What emotion did Feng Mu show when he sold the black core to you?"
Seeing that Dark No. 2 didn't understand, the receiver added, "What I mean is, after you paid him and took the black core from him, did he show any reluctance, anger, or anxiety?"
As he spoke, the receiver suddenly snatched the ant stick from Dark No. 2's hand. The latter's pupils immediately shrank into needle points, his facial expression suddenly froze, and his eyes revealed a violent emotional fluctuation.
"Just like your mood now," the receiver explained.
Dark No. 2 took his eyes off the receiver's hand with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice, "No."
The receiver asked aggressively, "Not a single bit of it is exposed?"
Dark No. 2 has a slow brain but a good memory. He answered, "No, he took the money, laughed, and was happy."
The receiver pondered for a moment and returned the ant stick to Dark No. 2, who quickly clenched it.
The receiver played with the rusty iron nail in his hand, scratching it back and forth on the surface of the desk, drawing a lame stickman.
His ugly face forced a creepy smile: "Wrong, all wrong, hehe - after going around in circles, it turns out the answer is right at the beginning!"
"Just a cremator, ha ha ha - he has fooled everyone. No no no, I shouldn't underestimate the cremator."
"After all, many people's identities are disguised, just like Zhang Hao is just a black market businessman on the surface, and I am just a truck driver on the surface, hehe——"
As for where a cremator, a low-level commoner, got the power to kill people and rob goods, it is not important.
This city, or the world of downtown, seems to be full of bright lights, but in fact it is full of darkness and mystery.
Distortion, evil sacrifice, infection, parasitism, evil ways, corruption... these things are like demons hiding in everyone's shadow, ready to grab your ankles and drag you down at any time.
When you crawl out again, who can see what you are? After all, turning on the light can only illuminate the darkness, but cannot dispel it. A world without the sun is an exiled abyss of eternal night.
Dark No. 2 couldn't understand what the receiver was talking to himself, but he could see the other person's extremely excited expression, as if he wanted to kill someone.
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So he asked with a little stutter: "Why, what's wrong?"
The receiver laughed a little hoarsely: "Feng Mu is the lame weirdo, they are the same person!"
Dark No. 2 stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. He shook his head vigorously: "No, it's impossible. Two people, Zhang Hao..."
The receiver interrupted Dark No. 2, impatiently interrupting the latter's stupid questioning: "You were deceived, Zhang Hao was deceived, and you were all fooled by Feng Mu."
"You heard about the lame weirdo from Feng Mu, and you saw the text message on Feng Mu's phone. Even the information you confirmed from the security guards at the incinerator only showed that Feng Mu was taken away by gangsters."
"But you never saw the lame freak all this time, did you?"
Dark No. 2 was stunned, his brain was racing.
The receiver was too lazy to explain and said with great confidence: "It's all a lie, a sleight of hand. It was Feng Mu from the beginning to the end. There was only one person, he was the lame weirdo, and our black core is in his hands."
Dark No. 2 gave up thinking and decided to trust the judgment of the receiver. He gritted his teeth and said, "Liar, damn it, chop it up and dig out the eyes. Kill it, I'll do it!"
The receiver was very satisfied. He patted Dark No. 2 on the shoulder and said, "He moved away and hid. We have to find him first."
"Where are you going?" Dark No. 2 was speaking. He just realized that Feng Mu no longer lived in this house, so he raised his foot and prepared to leave.
The receiver stopped Dark No. 2's impulse, turned off the lights, and motioned Dark No. 2 to sit on the bed with him.
In the dark room, the eerie voice echoed in the house.
"Don't worry, wait a little longer. He has moved away, but his family still lives here."
"If we can't find him, we'll use his family's lives to pay for the interest on stealing the black core, haha—"
"Let's wait quietly for his family to come back. Hush, don't make any noise!"
(End of this chapter)
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