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

The convoy sped along the highway.

Inside the car, Gong Qi leaned sideways on the leather seat, staring at Feng Mu with burning eyes, as if he was expecting something.

Feng Mu smiled slightly and slowly took out a document from his arms - the Forensic Pathology Report of the Ninth District Police Station, No. SDECS-458

The paper was very new and still smelled of ink. It was a copy of the autopsy report.

He asked Chang Erbing for a copy, as the original was snatched away by Feng Ju. However, the copy was archived in the computer system of the police station. Chang Erbing did not need to report such a small matter to his superiors. He could just print it out on a computer and give it to him.

Gong Qi took the document, opened the report, and quickly scanned every line of text. His pupils gradually dilated as he read more deeply.

Every detail in the autopsy report was so clear that it was frightening - the punctured lung wound, the burn marks, the impact point of the fall...

These detailed texts professionally and meticulously reproduced the murder scene, and every word seemed to grow perfectly on Gong Qi's XP.

In the past, Second Senior Sister Liu Xie was the one who planned most of the team-building activities in the school. He always felt that something was missing from those plans, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Now, he suddenly realized that what those plans lacked was the meticulousness and precise control over every aspect of the planned killing implementation, and what was missing was the professionalism highlighted in this report.

Autopsy reports are art!

"This is..." Gong Qi's voice was a little tight, as if his throat was strangled by something invisible.

Feng Mu leaned back in his seat, looking out the window into the distance, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"I spoke to Senior Sister Hongya on the phone before. This is the reward I promised her."

He paused, turned to look at Gong Qi, and smiled even more deeply:

"I have to stay in the Second Prison recently, so I won't be going back to the martial arts hall at night. Brother, please help me pass the gift to my little sister."

Gong Qi's fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the paper, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

His eyes lingered on the report for a moment, then he looked up at Feng Mu, his eyes gleaming with excitement that was difficult to conceal:

"Junior brother, are you going to..."

Feng Mu did not answer directly, but leaned slightly, got close to Gong Qi's ear, and whispered a few words.

Feng Mu's voice was very calm, but to Gong Qi's ears, he felt that every word his junior brother uttered carried a power that bewitched him.

Gong Qi's breathing became heavy and his fingers unconsciously clenched the report.

"I see……"

Gong Qi took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner excitement. His eyes fell on Feng Mu's face again, and his expression became unusually serious:

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I will definitely hand over this gift to Hong Ya on time."

Chen Yang walked out of the police station's door, and the night wind blew in his face with a damp smell.

He stood on the steps, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the free air into his lungs.

He thought he would be detained for a long time and had even prepared for the worst, but unexpectedly, the interrogation was suddenly terminated and he was released.

The night was very dark and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets. Only a few dim street lights were swaying in the wind, casting mottled light and shadows.

Chen Yang's steps were a little shaky, as if he was stepping on cotton, and his whole body was still immersed in a feeling of unreality.

He felt in his pocket, took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. The smoke slowly dissipated in the night, as if some invisible pressure was temporarily released.

He walked to the side of the road, raised his bandaged hand, hailed a taxi, and told it his home address.

The car was speeding on the empty street, the scenery outside the window was rapidly receding, Chen Yang's eyes were a little dazed, and his mind was in a mess.

"It's despicable and shameless. They framed me. The police station is so corrupt. Damn it. Damn it." Chen Yang kept muttering and cursing.

The car stopped downstairs of his house. Chen Yang paid the money, got out of the car and walked into the corridor.

The light in the corridor was broken and it was pitch black. Only a little light coming in from the window allowed me to barely see the steps under my feet.

He walked to the door of his house, took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it lightly, and the door opened.

The room was dark and there was a faint strange smell in the air, like some chemical smell.

Chen Yang frowned and reached out to touch the switch on the wall.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

In the darkness, he felt a cold breath coming from behind, like some cold-blooded creature approaching.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened and his fingers trembled slightly, but he still pressed the switch.

The light is on.

The room was empty, but the cold aura was still there, as if it was right behind him.

"Who?" he asked in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse.

No one answered.

Chen Yang turned around abruptly, but saw nothing.

A layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of his back, and his gauze-wrapped hands were clenched tightly, with a layer of blood oozing out of the gauze.

The room was eerily quiet, with only his breathing echoing in the air.

"No one, am I too stressed out today?"

Chen Yang took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, turned and walked towards the living room.

However, the moment he took the first step, a sharp pain suddenly came from behind, as if some sharp object had pierced his body.

His pupils suddenly contracted, a low groan came from his throat, and his whole body froze in place.

He looked down and saw a sharp blade piercing through his chest. The blade was covered in blood, and blood was dripping down the blade onto the floor, making a "tick-tick" sound.

His lungs were punctured, and breathing became extremely difficult. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain, as if a fire was burning in his chest.

"Who... are you..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, trembling with despair.

No one answered.

He felt the blade slowly turning inside his body, like some cruel game, torturing his nerves.

Suddenly, a stream of cold liquid poured down from the top of his head, flowing through his hair, cheeks, and neck and all over his body.

That's oil.

The strong smell of gasoline filled his nostrils, almost suffocating him.

His pupils suddenly contracted and his heart beat wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"No...don't..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with a desperate plea.

However, the only response he got was a sneer like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

“Pah—”

The sound of a lighter rang out in the darkness, and then a flame danced in front of his eyes.

Through the flames, Chen Yang saw a pair of venomous snake eyes, staring at him coldly with a kind of cruel pleasure.

"Feng Mu asked me to tell you that he likes your gift very much. I hope you will like this return gift too."

The sinister voice rang in his ears with a morbid satisfaction.

The next second, the lighter spun and fell towards his body.