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

"boom--"

The flames instantly engulfed his entire body. At that moment, he felt not only the severe pain of his skin being burned, but also a complete collapse.

His consciousness seemed to be shattered into pieces by the flames, and each piece was printed with - Forensic Pathology Report No. SDECS-458 from the Ninth District Police Station.

"I'm re-enacting the death on the autopsy report?"

Chen Yang wanted to scream and roar, but only a little hoarse air flow came out of his throat.

His jaw was forcibly removed, and even speaking became a luxury.

He struggled and twisted in the flames, dancing wildly in the blaze like a burning insect, and every twitch of his limbs seemed like his last struggle for survival.

He crashed into the furniture, fell to the floor, and got up again.

He struggled frantically, trying to put out the flames on his body, but it was all in vain.

The flames burned more and more fiercely, his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Finally, like a trapped beast with no way out, he used all his strength to smash straight into the passage leading to freedom - the window.

“Crash——”

The sound of shattering glass tore through the dark night sky. A flaming body of flesh and blood leaped out of the window. The night wind whistled past his ears, taking away his few remaining wisps of consciousness.

His body dragged an arc of flames and smoke in the air, like a burning meteor, announcing his end in a horrifying manner.

"Bang--"

The sound of the falling to the ground was dull and terrifying, like a large piece of rusty iron hitting the mud.

The ground shook!

The flames still burned tenaciously on his body, making crackling sounds.

The firelight shone on his face. That young and ambitious face was now distorted, with the skin burnt black and bloody. Only a strange piece of charred flesh remained there, like a mask from hell.

Upstairs, by the window, a man wearing a snake face mask stood quietly.

He stared coldly at the burning corpse downstairs through the eye holes of the mask, as if he was admiring a work of art he had created.

The night wind blew by, ruffling the corners of his clothes, making a rustling sound.

He slowly took out a stack of paper documents from his arms, the edges of the papers slightly worn from repeated reading.

"It's late at night..."

He whispered to himself, a sinister laugh of pleasure coming from behind his mask;

"Junior sister has been practicing too hard lately and doesn't even have enough time to sleep. I'd better take care of this rough work for you, senior brother."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers lightly, and a corner of the document ignited. The flames quickly spread and engulfed the paper.

The firelight reflected on his mask, and the patterns on his snake face looked particularly sinister in the light and shadow:

"Otherwise, if Junior Sister doesn't grow taller, it will become Junior Brother's fault, and that won't be beautiful!"

His laughter was sick and eerie, like an invisible snake that coiled up from his feet and sneaked into the night with the wind...

Downstairs, Feng Ju stood at the scene where Chen Yang fell to his death, staring at the charred corpse at his feet.

He stood straight, as if his body was still trying to maintain a certain dignity, but his heart was in turmoil, and even a faint fear was slowly devouring his sanity.

The night was as dark as ink, and the air was filled with a burnt smell mixed with the smell of blood and combustible fluid, which was nauseating.

Chen Yang's body had been burned beyond recognition. The charred skin was cracked, revealing the dark red flesh inside, and his limbs were twisted into a strange posture.

Although the flames had been extinguished, wisps of smoke were still rising from the corpse, silently telling of the despair and pain before death.

Theoretically, this case had nothing to do with him, and he was currently investigating a [false case], so he didn't need to come. However, after hearing the news of Chen Yang's death, Feng Ju still led a team to the scene as soon as possible.

Feng Ju squatted down and refused to wear gloves. The black mechanical fingers would not leave fingerprints at all.

He reached out and gently pushed aside the charred skin, revealing the piercing wound on his back.

The edges of the wound were neat. The blade had pierced from the back, accurately avoiding the ribs and going straight through the lungs.

"This method?!!"

Feng Ju's pupils suddenly contracted, and the autopsy report from this morning immediately appeared in his mind.

That was a report forged by Chen Yang and medical examiner Bai Ye to frame Feng Mu. Who would have thought... this autopsy report would also become his own? ! !

The deceased's lungs were first pierced, then he was doused with oil and burned, and finally fell to his death from a high altitude... The way Chen Yang's body died was exactly the same as the autopsy report he prepared himself!

"Feng Mu, this rebellious son..." Feng Ju murmured in a low voice, with a complex emotion in his voice.

He got out of the car and glanced around. Every detail of the scene silently told him that this was the work of his rebellious son.

He had guessed that his rebellious son would take revenge on Chen Yang, but the revenge came so quickly and so cruelly that Chen Yang didn't even survive the night, and in such a similar way.

Feng Ju felt a chill in his heart, as if a cold snake was crawling up his spine, wrapping around his heart, and slowly tightening.

"I have accepted that this rebellious son is no longer the same as before and has grown a lot, but has he grown to be so cruel and ruthless?"

The charred corpse was more convincing than any report card. Feng Ju's throat was dry. Thinking back to last night, he wanted to scold his rebellious son for not being able to handle such a small matter as murder.

Unlike him, who led a team of people and killed several [Masks] in a row, but he did it perfectly. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the rebellious son took a different path.

The father killed people secretly and covered up the crime;

The son blatantly killed someone and got away with it;

Who is strong and who is weak, who is high and who is low?

It was difficult for Feng Ju to make a comparative judgment at the moment, but his face was already darker than a charred corpse, and he felt inexplicably anxious.

He always thought he understood his good-for-nothing son, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he might never really understand Feng Mu.

"This rebellious son is so arrogant and vicious, just like a madman. Not only that, this rebellious son is also very vengeful. He will never give up and will not consider the consequences!"

Feng Ju stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He waited for a long time, but Dong Ping didn't come over with a lighter to light it.

Feng Ju coughed unhappily, and Dong Ping suddenly came back to his senses. He shifted his eyes away from the charred corpse, hurriedly took out a lighter, and helped Feng Ju light a cigarette.

Dong Ping asked cautiously:

"Captain Feng, how do we handle this case?"

The light of the blue and white car hit Feng Ju's face, making his face half blue and half white. He was in a state of confusion. Hearing this, he took a deep puff of his cigarette and asked back:

"What do you think?"

Dong Ping swallowed his saliva, laughed dryly and said:

"Chen Yang accepted bribes and forged evidence. His crimes were extremely serious. He knew his future was bleak, so he committed suicide out of fear of punishment and set himself on fire?"

Feng Ju did not answer immediately. He just smoked quietly, his eyes fixed on the charred corpse.

Feng Mu's face appeared in his mind - a young and indifferent face, with a pair of eyes that seemed to reveal blood in the darkness.

Feng Ju began to truly realize:

Feng Mu is no longer the good-for-nothing son he thought he was, but has grown into a lunatic who is even more vicious, cruel, dangerous and uncontrollable than himself!!

Can such a Feng Mu still be tied back home by family ties?

Feng Ju took a deep puff of cigarette, and after a long while, he slowly blew out a smoke ring and said a little tiredly:

"Okay, let's do as you say. We'll take the body back to the police station first. After the forensic doctor issues a report, we'll take it directly to the incinerator and burn it."