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

Weak door locks cannot stop the Cult of Ursa Cult cultists.

Dark No. 2 used his deformed black hand to poke lightly, and the lock core was broken into pieces.

The wet liquid stuck to the door handle, and was quickly dried by the cold air, turning into a layer of weird, dehydrated... human skin?

If Feng Mu were here, he might be able to recognize the wet liquid, which was the corpse oil that fell off when the corpse was burned.

"Are you sure the target is to live in this room?"

The delivery clerk pushed open the bedroom door and observed the room for a while, frowning slightly.

The dust on the desk showed that there should have been a computer here. The clothes in the closet were casually squeezed aside, indicating that there were other things piled in the closet, but they were no longer there.

The delivery clerk crouched down suspiciously and took out a rusty iron nail from the corner of the closet.

He held a rusty nail and compared it with the wardrobe. The size didn't match.

Swarthy No. 2 saw the rusty iron nail in the delivery man's hand and suddenly thought of something. Although he thought it was just the target's quirks and not important at all, he didn't write it down on paper when he recalled it.

But now looking at the suspicious expression on the delivery clerk's face, Dark No. 2 feels that maybe he should also talk about the target's quirks?

1 minute later.

When the deliveryman figured out the origin of the rusty iron nails, not only did his doubts not lessen, but he became more confused: "I like touching iron, what a strange hobby is this?"

Admittedly, this may just be a strange habit. People nowadays are under great psychological pressure and it is understandable that they have all kinds of strange habits.

What's more, as a cultist, the delivery man has a vision beyond the ordinary world. He has seen many people who like to touch corpses, not to mention touching iron.

In the receiver's understanding, a quirk is an uncontrollable disease.

For example, Dark No. 2 can’t control himself from playing with ants, and the leftist priest in the church has to hold the corpse while sleeping at night. This is all uncontrollable. If he forcibly controls or stops it, he may be able to stop it for a while, but it will definitely cause more trouble later. Violent rebound.

For example, from playing with ants, to eating ants, from sleeping with a corpse to sleeping with a rotting corpse.

Of course, these are not problems, it’s just...

"Although the black core looks more like a cracked stone or a fruit core, many people in the church think so, but in fact..."

"I once went to the laboratory to deliver goods, and I accidentally peeked at the composition list of black core. The most abundant component in black core is iron. Therefore, black core should actually belong to iron metals!!!"

The receiver's pupils shrank and he murmured,

"Since you like to touch iron, you should also like to touch black core?"

The deliveryman 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 around and stared at Dark No. 2, and asked a question: "What emotions did Feng Mu show when he sold the black core to you?"

Seeing that Dark-skinned No. 2 didn't understand, the receptionist added specifically: "What I mean is, after you gave him the money to take the black core away from him, did he show any signs of reluctance, anger, or anxiety?" mood?"

As he spoke, the receiver suddenly snatched the ant stick from Dark No. 2's hand. The latter's pupils immediately shrank into needlepoints, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and his eyes showed violent fluctuations in emotions.

"Just like you are feeling now," the delivery clerk explained.

Dark No. 2 looked away from the receiver's hand with difficulty and said in a harsh voice: "No."

The delivery clerk asked aggressively: "Isn't even a trace exposed?"

Dark No. 2 has a poor brain but a good memory. He replied: "No, he takes money, smiles, and is happy."

The delivery clerk pondered for a moment and returned the ant stick to Dark No. 2, who quickly tightened his grip.

The receptionist played with the rusty iron nails in his hands, scratched them back and forth on the surface of the desk, and drew a lame stick figure.

His ugly face forced out a scary smile: "Wrong, all wrong, hahaha——, after going around in circles, it turns out that the answer is at the very beginning!"

"A mere corpse-burner, hehehe--, just made a fool of everyone. No, no, no, I shouldn't underestimate the corpse-burner."

"After all, many people's identities are disguised. Just like Zhang Hao is just a black marketeer on the surface, and I am just a big truck driver on the surface, hahaha——"

As for where a corpse-burner and a low-level citizen could get the force to kill and rob goods, this is not important anymore.

This city, or rather the world in the lower city, seems to have shining lights, but in fact, darkness and mystery are everywhere.

Aberrations, evil sacrifices, infections, parasites, evil ways, depravity...these things are like the devil 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 clearly what you are?

After all, turning on the lights can only illuminate the darkness, but it cannot dispel it. A world without the sun is an exiled abyss of eternal night.

Dark No. 2 couldn't understand what the delivery man was saying to himself, but he could see the expression on his face that he was extremely excited and wanted to kill someone.

So he stuttered and asked, "What, what's wrong?"

The deliveryman laughed hoarsely: "Feng Mu is a lame weirdo, they are the same person!"

Dark No. 2 felt as if he was struck by thunder and froze in place. 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 the text message was seen on Feng Mu's phone. Even the information you confirmed from the security guard of the incineration plant was that you only saw Feng Mu being taken away by gangsters."

"But from beginning to end, you never saw the lame weirdo, right?"

Dark No. 2 was stunned, his brain was spinning like smoke.

The receiver was too lazy to explain and said with great confidence: "It's all deception, a trick. It was Feng Mu from the beginning to the end. He was the only one. He was the lame weirdo. Our black core was in his hands."

Dark No. 2 gave up thinking. He decided to trust the receiver's judgment and said with gritted teeth: "Liar, damn it, chop it up, dig out your eyes, kill it, I'll do it!"

The receiver was very satisfied. He patted Dark No. 2 on the shoulder: "He moved away and hid. We have to find him first."

"Where did he go?" Dark No. 2 was talking. He realized that Feng Mu didn't live in this house anymore. He raised his foot and prepared to leave.

The receiver stopped Dark No. 2's impulse. He 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 room.

"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, hehe——"

"Let's wait quietly for his family to come back, shh, don't make a sound!"