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

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 doubt.

[…….]

[The group of lunatics of fate actually lived in the same community as us? ]

[The residence was covered by black columns, but I didn't go back. I had to obey orders and continue to track the target. ]

[...The target found me, I had to show up, I checked his mobile phone...The lame weirdo sent a text message to the target...]

[The lame weirdo found me? I didn't find him. ]

[I must rush back to the residence immediately to confirm whether the black core is safe. ]

[The Survey Corps blocked the neighborhood and the streets. I couldn't force my way in. I waited until late at night until the Survey Corps lifted the blockade before I entered... and was ambushed...]

[There was a special commissioner dressed like the one from Shangcheng who chased me all the way. I broke an arm and escaped with serious injuries.]

[I called them but couldn't get through. When I finally got through, the call was hung up again...]

[I don't understand why I was discovered, where I went wrong, why the police station was searching the whole city for me, where Zhang Hao and the other two went, and whether they were dead or alive...]

The receiver frowned and read the words on the paper over and over again. As he read, his temples throbbed.

He couldn't bear it anymore and clenched the paper in his hands, making a creaking sound, as if he could use it to cleanse the stupid brain of Dark No. 2.

The receiver gritted his teeth: "Stupid, you were cheated."

Dark No. 2 widened his eyes. He hid in the basement these days and wrote dozens of pages repeatedly. Every time he wrote, he felt that something was wrong.

But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

It seemed that he was going to grow a brain, but in the end, he almost didn't grow it.

At this moment, 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 asked: "Who cheated me?"

The receiver barely suppressed his soaring blood pressure. He no longer had a glimmer of hope in Dark No. 2's brain, and he didn't plan to explain the reasoning process.

Even if he explained, the latter would not understand.

He gave a direct conclusion: "That text message is deceiving you. The person who deceived you is [Lame Weird Man]. You took him all the way back to your residence."

Dark No. 2 had a dark face and stuffed the tree stick into his mouth in anger, chewing the stick and the ant corpse together, and said in an inarticulate voice: "Despicable, hate it, kill him, cut him into pieces."

The receiver ignored Dark No. 2's impotent rage. He asked with the last bit of fantasy: "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 commissioner 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 guns. The police station may not know the existence of the things. The things are most likely taken away by [Lame Weird Man]."

Dark No. 2 seemed to understand, bit his lips tightly and didn't speak.

"Zhang Hao and the other two have lost contact. They are either dead or arrested. The probability of death is higher." The receiver made a judgment in his heart.

He took off his mask irritably, revealing a disfigured face after being burned, and said grimly: "Tell me everything that happened to you during this period, all the people involved, without missing a single one."

Dark No. 2 took out his pocket and turned out a stack of papers, each of which was full of crooked words.

Although his brain was not working well, he was not idle during these days hiding in the basement. He really worked hard, reviewing and thinking.

The result was this stack of papers 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 arms and wrote three names on the paper in order: Feng Mu, Lame Weird Man, and Ma Bin.

Then he circled Feng Mu's name heavily.

It's not that he suspected Feng Mu the most, but because there were too few clues about the lame weirdo. To investigate the lame weirdo, they had to start with Feng Mu.

Because according to the records on the Dark No. 2, Feng Mu was the only target they knew who had direct contact with the lame weirdo.

And Feng Mu was just a cremator with no background, so it was the easiest to investigate.

Dark No. 2 looked at the name circled on the paper and said with a slight stutter: "Still, follow him?"

The receiver shook his head: "Hasn't the tracking been exposed? In that case, you can just tie him up and ask him."

The receiver said decisively and coldly, not caring about a life: "If he is useful, keep his life first, if he is useless, bury him."

Dark No. 2 responded murderously: "Okay."

The receiver also specifically instructed: "When you go out at night, disguise yourself and don't get caught by the police station."

After that, the receiver put on his mask and hat again, pushed the door open, walked a distance, and took a bus to the Fourth Hospital in the Urban District.

The Fourth Hospital in the Urban District is the nearest hospital to the community where the accident happened that day. If there were seriously injured people in the police station that night, they would definitely be sent to this hospital nearby.

The receiver planned to go to the Fourth Hospital to inquire about how many injured police officers were sent there that night after Dark No. 2 was ambushed.

As long as the number of ordinary injured people is compared with the number recorded by Dark No. 2, it can be inferred that the lame monster also followed to that community that night and finally took away their black core box.

Two hours later.

The receiver came out of the Fourth Hospital. As he expected, the Fourth Hospital received two batches of seriously injured people that night.

The first batch included both police officers and soldiers of the Survey Corps, with the majority of soldiers from the Survey Corps. This batch came earlier;

The second batch only included police officers, with more than a dozen casualties, which was obviously several times more than the number of casualties caused by Dark No. 2. This batch was almost an hour later than the previous batch.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the snipe and the clam fight, but the fisherman benefits. Haha, you dare to steal our corpse cult's things, lame weirdo, no matter who you are, you are dead!"

The receiver's eyes were filled with sinister murderous intent. He lowered his hat, covered his mask and pretended to cough a few times, then went to the pharmacy to queue up and get two boxes of medicine, and then left the hospital quickly.

The sky gradually darkened.

As if time had gone back, Dark No. 2 returned to the barrel building.

It was still the room he had visited.

The bodies of the young couple on the floor were still lying in the same place, and their empty eyes were full of maggots. They were wrapped in a special transparent bag to ensure that the stench of the corpse would not come out.

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 room for a few days in order to monitor the target.

Yes, it was the bed next to it, lying on that soft little pillow.

The young body that was originally lying there may have been flushed down the toilet now.

Dark No. 2 was not sure. 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 back? Why did you ask me to come here?"

"No one is here." Dark No. 2 stood at the window, pointed out, and his eyes flashed with cold light, "No one is in the house."

After Dark No. 2's surveillance was forced to be interrupted, he did not update the information in time. He did not know that Feng Mu had moved.

That place should now be called Feng Ju's house.

After Dark No. 2 found that the target was not in the house, he did not act rashly. He learned a lesson. He directly sent a text message to inform the receiver and asked the latter to come over to decide the next step.

The receiver looked down at the time on his mobile 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 see if he's not there. We'll wait for him to come back in the room."

……..

My stomach is uncomfortable for two or three days, and I always want to vomit. It can't be that the food Feng Mu ate went into my stomach.

I'm a little panicked, I have to go to the hospital for a checkup.