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

In order to thank Feng Mu for his psychological counseling, Wang Jian did not take the black core that Feng Mu handed over.

The reason was that he skipped work yesterday afternoon. Since they were not burning the evil corpses together, Feng Mu did all the work alone, so he did not need to share the exposed black core.

This is a good person, who is shameless and wants to be cheap.

Feng Mu did not like to push and shove, so he accepted the black core and handed Wang Jian 200 yuan, just as if he bought it himself.

"We have to abide by the rules we set together. Will you keep all the things you burn when I go out next time?" Feng Mu forced the money into Wang Jian's pocket.

Seeing that Feng Mu said so much, Wang Jian had to accept the money, and at the same time thought: "Sure enough, Feng Mu and I are both very good people."

Wang Jian took out his wallet and asked for change. The black core in his hand, the size of a date pit, was not worth 200 yuan, and the black market merchant would give 120 yuan at most.

"No need." Feng Mu waved his hand to refuse, and then made another suggestion, "Can you give me all the black cores from burning corpses in the future? I will buy them at an average price of 200 per core, regardless of size, and you don't have to go to the black market. How about it?"

"Why do you want to buy black cores?" Wang Jian agreed. He didn't lose out at 200 per core and it was easy. He was just a little confused.

"My father is from the police station. I... cough cough." Feng Mu hesitated and said with some difficulty on his face, "Anyway, this is my little secret. Can you keep it secret for me?"

The three words "police station" were enough for Wang Jian to make up several associations. He didn't lose out, so he stopped asking questions and agreed.

"I will keep it secret for you. I won't tell anyone who asks." Wang Jian promised very seriously. In order to enhance his persuasiveness, he added, "Even if the Green Wolf Gang interrogates me, I won't tell you a word of your secret, Feng Mu."

Feng Mu smiled and believed it.

A total of 7 corpses were burned during the day and afternoon.

Feng Mu had an extra black core in his pocket, and Wang Jian had an extra 200 yuan in his wallet. Both of them were very satisfied.

It took a total of 3 hours to transport, burn, collect ashes, and clean and disinfect the 7 corpses.

Excluding eating, Feng Mu spent nearly 5 hours doing physical exercises.

When he got off work, his edibility increased by another 4 points.

The rate of increase was a little slower than yesterday, probably because the blood tank in his body had recovered a little, but it was still considerable.

Feng Mu calculated that even if he did not self-mutilate and bleed later, and only maintained this rate of increase, and only practiced physical exercises during work during the day, it would only take another 10 days to fill up the first stage of the Iron Eater.

In the evening, he planned to spare time to practice [Crane Claws] to supplement his immediate combat power to deal with the conspiracy and accidents that were brewing in the dark.

Every day after Feng Mu finished his physical exercises, he would write down the settlement data for the day. Last week, it was basically 4 a.m., but now it was much earlier, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

[Iron Eater: First Level]

[Edible Iron Type: 1]

[Absorbable Metal Properties: 1]

[Currently detected edible iron type - ordinary pig iron, edible degree 56.7%. ]

[Absorbed Properties: Plastic Embryo (White)]

"The chill in the body has not increased, replaced by a faint itchy feeling, as if there are small ants crawling in the bones, but fortunately it is still within the tolerable range."

Feng Mu has a strong tolerance in both of his lives. This may be the racial talent that the lower class people bring from their mothers' wombs, commonly known as the posture of cattle and horses.

Feng Mu moved his wrists and muttered in his heart: "It feels a bit like the scab on the wound, so, is it time to grow bones?"

He rode his bike to the grocery store and spent a thousand yuan to buy 30 kilograms of iron beads and several bottles of mechanical lubricants. The store gave him a sack.

Because of the strange attitude of the Green Wolf Gang in investigating the case, Feng Mu was less concealed in his actions. It was not that he had fewer scruples, but that he understood that scruples were useless.

Since Ma Bin is not sincere in catching the murderer, it doesn't matter whether he is the real murderer or not.

What matters is who Ma Bin wants to be the murderer. If it is himself, then no matter how he tries to cover it up, it will be useless and the blame will definitely fall on his head.

If it is not himself, then why should he cover it up?

This feeling of waiting for the judge to drop the gavel is very unpleasant. Although Feng Mu is indeed the real murderer, your attitude of handling false cases has made the real murderer cry out for injustice.

He went home with the numb bag and took an iron basin from the bathroom back to the bedroom.

According to the instructions of [Crane Claw Skill], Feng Mu filled the basin with iron beads, then poured lubricating oil into it, and inserted his hands into it to stir it evenly.

After two minutes, the basin full of iron beads and ten fingers were extremely slippery.

"Just stare at an iron bead on the surface of the basin, bend one finger into a hook, and pass it across the surface like the wind. If you can accurately hook the locked iron bead without touching the surroundings, it is considered a success."

"One finger succeeds ten times in a row without any mistakes in the middle, it is considered a success."

"Change fingers in sequence until all ten fingers are completed. If there is no mistake, then the finger power has been introduced and you can practice crane claws."

Feng Mu recalled the essence of the introduction of [Crane Claws] in his mind, held his breath slightly, and made a single hook with his right index finger, and quickly passed across the surface of the basin.

Hua La~

The surface of the basin was damaged, and a dent was made. The scattered iron beads made a clattering sound.

Feng Mu lowered his head and saw that the finger hook was empty.

"The gesture was wrong just now. I was slow when I bent the hook at the landing point. Try again."

Feng Mu replayed the previous action in his mind, summarized the experience and lessons, and took a deep breath.

He looked like an eagle, took a deep breath, and imagined his fingers as crane claws in his mind. The uneven surface of the basin turned into a still lake, and the iron bead turned into a fish hidden under the lake.

The next moment, the hook passed by, like a crane skimming the water. Did the hook catch a bloody fish?

Feng Mu felt that this fantasy substitution should be in line with the true meaning of the martial arts of [Crane Claw Kung Fu].

Don't ask why Feng Mu did this. If you ask, it's because of the influence of martial arts movies in his previous life. In TV, as long as the protagonist associates martial arts with nature, it means that he suddenly realizes and makes rapid progress.

Then,

Feng Mu looked at the bleeding nails that were hit by the iron bead and fell into deep thought.

In the hook, there was only air, his own blood and split nails.

Feng Mu decided to change his finger. He smoothed the surface of the basin and began to try to hook his finger over and over again.

Failure!

Failure!

Failure!

Failure!

Success!

…

One hour later, all five nails broke, the fingertips were swollen and blue, all bruised, and the skin and muscles were trembling.

“A total of 411 attempts, 370 failures, 41 successes, and a success rate of 9.9%.”

Feng Mu used a blade to prick his finger and squeeze out the bruises, and sighed in his heart,

“The blessing of [Mad Blood] seems to have little effect on [Crane Claw Skill]. Is it because [Crane Claw Skill] has not yet been mastered, or is this already the result of assistance? Otherwise, my success rate would be even worse?”

Feng Mu was not discouraged. He believed that with his own efforts, he would eventually be able to master [Crane Claw Skill].

Although the recommended bone requirement for [Crane Claw Skill] is 65, he is far from meeting the standard.

But Feng Mu did not intend to practice to mastery or perfection, he just wanted to light up the skill icon.

Feng Mu was worried: "49 points of physique should be no problem. The only problem is the length of time, one day, one week, one month or one year?"

It will definitely work, but...

Thinking of the [gymnastics] whose icon has not yet been lit up, Feng Mu felt that he should not trust himself too much and should be prepared for a tug-of-war...bullshit~

He is now racing against time, and time is life!

"Forget it, I still have to cheat!"

Feng Mu recognized the reality. Not only is his physique poor, but his comprehension is probably not much worse. He is afraid that he will not be able to follow the right path of martial arts. Fortunately, he has a plan B of the evil way to pass quickly.