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

Inside the stuffy incineration room.

Three corpses were piled up, melting in the flames like a small mound.

The crackling sound was corpse oil sputtering in the high temperature.

One - two - three - four... The source of the drawn-out beat was Feng Mu, who was swinging stiffly by the fire.

Facing the melting corpse, doing gymnastics at 1/2 speed, it looks a little weird, and it seems too disrespectful to the dead~

Wang Jian sat in the doorway dumbfounded and smoked, cursing in his heart: "I did basic boxing yesterday and did gymnastics today. Does Feng Mu have a serious mental illness?"

"Is it because you dropped out of school and couldn't take the college entrance examination? It's too exciting?"

Wang Jian tried to persuade Feng Mu several times to stop taking the college entrance examination and practice hammering.

But he didn't dare to persuade him, for fear of irritating Feng Mu and worsening his condition.

"Hey, the beating was really bad."

Wang Jian looked at it for a while, then looked away, having a clear understanding of Feng Mu's core.

The muscles and bones were stiff and the movements were slow. Apart from a little brute strength, all that was left was miserable.

"Why don't you take Feng Mu to the black market after get off work today to relax and change your mind?"

Wang Jian was very friendly, and he really couldn't bear to watch his classmates doing gymnastics in the corpse-burning room over and over again. It was so scary.

Wang Jian would never admit it. He was afraid that if Feng Mu beat him a few more times, the corpse would run out of the stove and sway with him.

After all, those who can be transformed into evil corpses must have good martial arts skills and love them during their lifetime. Otherwise, they are not qualified to take an evil path, right?

Unfortunately, the three corpses from the morning were still not shipped.

It’s never a good idea to visit the black market with nothing.

Feng Mu really wanted to go to the black market, but he was not in a hurry and declined during lunch.

"I only have a piece of black core in my hand. I can't sell it and I don't have the money to buy it. Once I go there, I will gain some insights. The most important thing is to seize the time to level up."

Feng Mu can distinguish priorities.

In the afternoon, four more evil corpses and one normal female corpse were transported.

Four evil corpses exploded a black core, and it was Feng Mu's turn in order. In this way, he had two black cores in his pocket.

This is another solid step in the long march of thousands of miles, which is gratifying.

The female corpse was a normal person, but it was an abnormal death, because half of the corpse's neck was smashed, and a pair of eyes remained open until death.

Seeing that Feng Mu finally stopped doing the gymnastics, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "What's wrong? I didn't expect that we would still burn normal corpses?"

Feng Mu quietly looked away. Although they only met once, he recognized the deceased as Wang Wei's mother.

Wang Wei was beaten to death by Zheng Hang.

Wang Wei’s mother was stabbed to death.

In just one week, they all died violent deaths and were about to be reunited underground.

Feng Mu showed no emotion on his face and followed Wang Jian's words and asked, "Well, we don't just burn corpses. Where did they get this?"

Wang Jian curled his lips: "The rules state that we only pick up evil corpses here, but in fact, everyone understands."

Wang Jian didn't like to deal with human corpses, because if he didn't explode the black core, and he wouldn't be paid overtime, his work would be free, so he acted a little roughly, picked up the corpse and threw it into the incinerator.

Feng Mu helped, and then Wang Jian said casually: "The police car brought us here. I heard that someone was stabbed to death in the hospital last night."

Feng Mu said something and turned on the switch.

The fiery snake that sprang out from the hole in the iron plate was not picky about its food, and would devour the corpse of anyone who came.

Feng Mu had burned the bodies of evil spirits several times, but this was the first time he had burned human corpses.

Not counting the time when Zheng Hang was burned, only broken bones were left, and there was no scene when burned.

Feng Mu stared at it for a while and noticed the difference between the two.

The bones of the corpse are harder, the skin and flesh are thicker, and it makes a noise when burned. Just like its ferocious appearance, it is very dishonest and needs to be turned over at all times, otherwise it will not be burned cleanly.

Human corpses are different. The bones are soft and the flesh is flossy. When you put it in the fire, you can watch the skin peel off and deform, and the skin melt into mud. The whole process is indescribably quiet.

Feng Mu sighed in his heart: "Ershi is destined to attract attention from the moment it is born, but most people have never made a sound to the world from birth to death and are mute."

Wang Jian didn't think he was mute, so he said to Feng Mu: "Next time you burn someone, just turn on the lowest setting. People are easy to burn."

Feng Mu looked over suspiciously, his eyes seeming to ask, are you saving the factory money on gas?

Wang Jian looked like a fool and said: "The fire is too strong, it's so hot."

"What you said makes sense."

Feng Mu replied casually, and then was stunned. He didn't feel hot.

Soon, Feng Mu came to his senses: "Because of the coolness in my bones, I can withstand high temperatures. Is this another hidden benefit of [iron eaters]?"

The corpse's ashes need to be packed and recycled for further processing.

Human corpses were not that troublesome. Wang Jian found a basin and threw them in the air. After a while, they were blown away by the wind and no traces were left.

Wang Jian lit a cigarette and explained nonchalantly: "Those who can be sent to the incineration plant for burning are all homeless people who have lost their relatives. No one will care if they scatter them wherever they want. Otherwise, they should be sent to the funeral parlor."

Feng Mu also understood this truth. If he hadn't activated the system, his life would have ended up being blown away in the air.

He nodded clearly, collected his messy thoughts, and continued to do gymnastics without any distractions.

Wang Jian was quite speechless. He originally wanted to find a classmate to accompany him to work. On weekdays, he could chat and relieve his boredom after burning corpses. As a result, he performed gymnastics here every day.

no,

What's the point?

Feng Mu did 7 exercises in the afternoon, with an average time of 23 minutes per exercise.

Wang Jian smoked 7 cigarettes in the afternoon, with an average interval of 23 minutes between each cigarette.

After get off work at 7 o'clock, the two said goodbye and went home with a little tiredness, one physically tired and the other mentally tired.

Feng Mu rode quickly. When he passed No. 47 Middle School, it was just the time for school to be dismissed. He deliberately slowed down his speed, his eyes peeking and his ears perked up.

The gangsters holding the list in the morning were still there.

"Your name is Zhang Cheng, right?"

"I am. What are you doing?"

"Where did you go after school on March 15?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just answer the questions you are asked. Why are you talking so much nonsense."

The gangster with a face full of flesh, compared with the head portrait on the list, blocked a student and asked him rudely.

He didn't dare to stay too long, for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.

Feng Mu only heard a few questions vaguely, and rode away on his bike.

Feng Mu thought: "March 15th was the day my system was activated, which was also the time when Wang Wei and Zheng Hang died."

"The Green Wolf Gang started their investigation from the time of the crime!" Feng Mu frowned, "A gang is actually conducting investigations, which seems to be more professional than the police station. Is there any law?"

Feng Mu also noticed a detail: "Those thugs did not find every student or teacher, which means they are not blindly casting a net, but are making targeted screening."

Obviously, the Green Wolf Gang narrowed down the scope of suspicion.

In Feng Mu's assumption, this situation is the worst one.

Feng Mu took a deep breath, his mind spinning frantically: "Don't panic, it's just narrowing the scope, not locking me in, and besides, I may not be in the scope of suspicion."

Feng Mu felt that he did not leave any clues at the scene, but after all, it was his first crime, and he was not very confident.

What's more, the imaginary enemy he faked the scene was the police station, and in fact, the police station was indeed deceived by him.

But the problem is that the enemy now is the Blue Wolf Gang. Can the methods that worked against the police station also work against the Blue Wolf Gang?

It’s not that a street gang knows how to investigate a case better than the police station, but the latter’s methods are more difficult to guess, and the situation is more dangerous.

At least, for ordinary people, the methods of the gang must be more horrifying than those of the officials, and the anti-reconnaissance effect is greatly reduced.

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame me for watching 3,000 episodes of Conan in my previous life, but not 3,000 episodes of Black Society, damn!"

Feng Mu locked his bicycle in the corridor, and when he looked up to climb the stairs, a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes.