The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

In the morning, I woke up on time.

Feng Mu habitually felt the coldness in his chest. The coldness had followed the ribs and spine, enveloped the upper body, and was extending to the arms.

The arm that was strained yesterday could feel a little bit of coolness at this moment, and it didn't hurt so much.

"The coverage area is about one knuckle longer." Feng Mu thought.

It took less than two minutes to get dressed and wash up.

Moreover, I had visited the toilet for the first time in a long time, and I felt a sense of comfort as a human being again.

"It seems that the ratio of half rice and half iron is appropriate. I didn't want to evolve into the hunger of a corpse last night."

Feng Mu looked at his face in the mirror, which was a little different from a week ago.

Some flesh had fallen off his face, his chin showed some edges and corners, and his skin color became whiter, which made his temperament look colder.

Eating, going out, riding a bike, holding an iron bead in his mouth, swallowing one from time to time.

The tire scratched the ground and braked urgently.

Looking up, Feng Mu looked at the boys who were blocking the road in front of him.

They were not tall, had dark faces, and were wearing tattered clothes. The air was stained with a foul smell even one meter away.

Feng Mu frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"Food!" The darkest tall man came out and said hoarsely, "You gave me a box of food two days ago."

Feng Mu recalled that the boys in front of him should be the scavengers who were fighting with wild dogs for food at that time.

Feng Mu didn't say anything, got off the bicycle, put one hand into his trouser pocket and grabbed the cold touch, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Food, how come it's gone, and you want more!"

Another boy seemed to have not talked to anyone for too long. He stuttered three times in one sentence, but his eyes were staring at Feng Mu fiercely.

Feng Mu understood, but he felt it was absurd.

He said coldly: "It's gone."

The boys looked at each other and surrounded him.

The tall black man took out an empty lunch box from his bosom and gave it to Feng Mu, saying, "Fill it up and bring it to me tomorrow morning."

Feng Mu licked the iron bead in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and the absurdity in his heart was removed. A coldness rose, and his eyes became gloomy.

"You are wrong. It is not wrong to waste food. It is wrong to give food to others."

"In a world where people eat each other, kindness may attract gratitude, but it is more likely to be eaten as food."

Feng Mu's mind was racing, and he had a deeper understanding of the background of this world.

He took the lunch box, threw it hard into the rotten trash can, and said in a vicious voice, "I don't have it here. If you want to eat, go dig in the trash can."

"You!"

The tall black man was furious and reached out to grab the bicycle. The surrounding boys also rushed to grab Feng Mu's clothes with their black hands.

Feng Mu drew out the dagger and slashed it in a circle.

"Take away your dog paws." Feng Mu shouted coldly, and a blood stain swung out from the dagger, and it was unknown which dog paw was cut.

All the hands that had gathered around him dispersed, and a group of young boys retreated in unison, staring at him with vicious eyes.

Feng Mu felt his scalp tingling, but there was no sign of cowardice on his face. Instead, he clenched the dagger and paused in front of each person's face for a moment.

He adjusted his breathing, making his voice less turbulent, calm but coldly threatening.

"You can rush up together, but someone will definitely be stabbed by me."

"The person who was stabbed may not die today, but the wound will rot in two days, and then he will lie in the trash can and become food for wild dogs."

"You won't feel hurt and abandoned."

Feng Mu paused for a while after speaking, then pedaled on the bicycle and rushed straight towards the guy who covered the back of his hand.

The latter looked extremely resentful, but his retreat exposed his weakness. The bicycle crashed into a gap and drove away.

After pedaling frantically for a quarter of an hour, Feng Mu slowly stopped by the roadside and swallowed a few iron beads covered with saliva in his mouth.

"Damn, it's just an unprovoked disaster."

"No, in the final analysis, it's because I don't have a bloody lesson about the rules of this world. This world has turned many people into ghosts."

"I have to take this as a warning. I can't still keep the idea of ​​looking at people in my previous life. I have to learn to look at some people as ghosts. Maybe, it's not that people have become evil corpses, but that evil corpses are the real appearance of people?"

Feng Mu shook his head and took out a handful of iron beads from his trouser pocket and put them in his mouth.

This world is full of absurdity and threats. Only the blood-stained dagger and cold iron beads can comfort his little sense of security.

When passing by the gate of No. 47 Middle School, Feng Mu found several tattooed men, each holding a stack of paper in their hands, comparing it with every passing student, and occasionally stopping people to ask questions.

Feng Mu did not dare to stop, and rode away quickly, only glancing at the papers in those people's hands.

He vaguely saw some names and headshots, which seemed to be the student roster for enrollment.

Feng Mu's heart sank as he rode his bike.

He speculated that those tattooed men should be from the Green Wolf Gang, so the Green Wolf Gang had obtained the student information of No. 47 Middle School by some means, and was conducting a comparison investigation one by one.

This matter would have been a fantasy in the previous life.

But, in this world, it is more reasonable than ever.

And the purpose of the Green Wolf Gang's investigation can only be...

"Looking for the murderer." Feng Mu pondered in his heart, "That is, looking for me!!!"

The Green Wolf Gang obviously did not trust the conclusion given by the patrol room.

Feng Mu was feeling a bit annoyed. He hadn't expected that the crime scene he had faked could successfully fool the chief of the police station, but not a gang leader.

Why does the gang leader know better about solving cases than the police chief, just because he is the father of the deceased?

Damn, that’s a bit unreasonable.

On the way to the incineration plant by bicycle, Feng Mu was thinking about several questions.

First of all, what is the suspicion of the Green Wolf Gang now? Do they think Zheng Hang was framed and missing, or do they simply think Zheng Hang is dead?

Secondly, whether the suspicion of the Green Wolf Gang is well-founded, is it just his father's subjective conjecture, or is there any evidence found.

Finally, what is the scope of the Green Wolf Gang's investigation? Is it only investigating the teachers and students of No. 47 Middle School, or is it also investigating other than No. 47 Middle School?

If we only investigate 47, are we investigating everyone, or have we narrowed it down to a certain range?

In other words, the Green Wolf Gang is now casting a wide net to catch whatever dates there are, or it has already highlighted some suspects.

What is the logic of doubt, and most crucially, am I among them?

"There are too few clues and I can't think of an answer. I have to find a way to find out the investigation progress of the Green Wolf Gang."

Feng Mu originally thought that the police station had issued a wanted order and Zheng Hang's body had been cremated by him, so that the matter would be settled perfectly.

Unexpectedly, God does not bring what one wishes~

Two events in succession today, whether it was an innocent disaster or the unsolved murder case, made Feng Mu feel bad.

"The succession of bad things is like a sign that a peaceful life will be broken."

Feng Mu had been mentally prepared from the day he activated the system, but he still hoped that the peaceful collapse would come later.

"At least, let me satisfy the first level of Iron Eater."

"No matter what happens, just let me survive this week until the iron has completely covered all my bones."

Every day that passes, Feng Mu's ability to resist risks becomes stronger, but can things really go as he wishes?

Feng Mu didn't know that all he could do was seize every spare moment and exercise like crazy...