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

The office door was gently pushed open, and the female secretary walked in lightly in high heels.

Her curves were particularly eye-catching in her professional attire, with her neckline slightly open, revealing a hint of white.

However, when she caught a glimpse of Lou Duan's stern profile, she immediately restrained her expression, raised her hand to tighten her collar, and put on a serious and businesslike expression.

"Have you found out?" Lou Duan asked in a faint voice.

The secretary stood still, folded his hands in front of him:

"Li Shang, the detective captain of the police station, intervened on Hou Wendong's orders. In addition, the person involved in the case, Feng Mu, is the son of another captain, Feng Ju, who was recently promoted by the special commissioner."

Lou Duan's brows were slightly furrowed, like a shallow groove carved on his forehead.

His fingers continued to tap lightly on the table, with a slight change in rhythm.

Chen Yang's death and Feng Mu's acquittal were nothing but insignificant dust to him.

Even the names of Li Shang and Feng Ju were nothing more than a few dead leaves floating in the wind; he had no interest in even taking another look at them.

The only useful information in the secretary's words just now was about Hou Wendong, because Hou Wendong was the secretary that Councillor Wang Xinfa relied on the most.

As for Councillor Wang Xinfa, Lou Duan was more familiar with him and was more wary of him.

Lou Duan waved his hand to signal the female secretary to leave. The female secretary showed some disappointment on her face and left the office slowly.

Silence returned to the office, only Lou Duan's fingers were still tapping on the desk, like some kind of silent countdown.

Suddenly, he stopped, holding his finger in the air, and muttered to himself:

"The Second Prison is now caught in the whirlpool of public opinion. Wang Xinfa, a guy who cares about his reputation, actually ordered his subordinates to step into the mud pit?"

"The person who died was an insignificant ant, and the people involved were not worthy of being on the stage."

Lou Duan's voice became lower and lower, as if he was talking to himself, or to his opponent hiding in the dark:

"But the matter cannot be interpreted in this way. Looking beyond the phenomenon to the essence, this is Wang Xinfa implicitly supporting the Second Prison."

His face gradually turned ashen, as if covered by a layer of frost. He smelled an unusual scent of danger:

"There must be something fishy going on when things are out of the ordinary. There may be a reversal in the affairs of the Second Prison. There may be a larger conspiracy of interests hidden behind this that I am not aware of. Only in this way will Wang Xinfa tolerate the dirty water being thrown on his shoes."

Liu Bo's previous hint, plus the corpse obtained during this test, made Lou Duan completely give up the remaining fantasies in his heart, and a ruthless determination to make a decisive move appeared in his eyes.

He reached out and opened the drawer, and the metal slide made a slight friction sound.

There was a black USB flash drive in the drawer. There was no marking on the surface and it was as smooth as a piece of cold obsidian.

The moment it was plugged into the computer's USB port, the screen flickered slightly, as if it was contaminated by something dirty. The picture was distorted for a moment and then returned to normal.

After a few seconds, the web page automatically jumped to a bottomless dark web platform.

The page was as black as ink, like a bottomless abyss, with only a few lines of dark red symbols scrolling in a loop.

Those symbols were twisted and strange, like symbols carved in some evil sacrificial ritual, exuding an ominous aura.

Under the symbol, a scale outlined by a shadow slowly appeared.

At both ends of the scale, one side was piled with glittering gold coins, so dazzling that they seemed to be able to penetrate the screen, and the other side was pressed with a pile of twisted human corpses. Those little people were in a horrible state, with dislocated limbs and faces twisted into silent screams, as if they were being tortured by some invisible pain.

Below the scale, a blood-red input box quietly floated, like a door leading to the abyss, displaying coldly:

Nick name--;

password--.

Lou Duan's fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, his movements so skillful that it seemed as if he had repeated them thousands of times.

He entered his nickname: Decisive Action, and then entered a complex password.

The screen flashed, and the dark red page began to load slowly. After a moment, a new window popped up, and his eyes fell on the dialog box in the center of the screen.

He contacted an administrator with the ID [Clown].

The other person's profile picture was a deep darkness, without outline or color, as if even light could not reach it.

The personal information column was empty, with only a simple signature lying there quietly:

"Transaction is destiny."

The other party's profile picture was a blank black void, without any personal information, only a short signature - "Transaction is destiny."

The word "fate" made Lou Duan frown slightly and a trace of taboo arose in his heart, but he quickly dispelled it.

Don’t associate the word “fate” with “destiny” whenever you see it. That would be too sensitive.

[Joker]: Weighing the quantity?

When to cut off: three

[Joker]: Weighing quality assessment.

A scale pops up in the center of the screen, exactly the same as the scale on the website logo.

Lou Duan dragged the mouse and clicked on one side of the little man's body.

Soon, a series of assessment templates popped up, in which he was required to enter relevant information and data about the target.

Just as he was about to type, the screen suddenly flickered and a scarlet eye emerged from the depths of the page.

The eyes were huge and strange, and the pupils were filled with crisscrossing crimson lines, which slowly rotated like an ever-changing kaleidoscope.

It seemed to have life, staring straight at Lou Duan in front of the screen, its eyes evil and creepy, as if it could penetrate the screen and see directly into his soul.

Lou Duan's heart tightened involuntarily and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He tried his best to stay calm, but his hands subconsciously clenched the mouse.

At the same time, a line of blood-red warning text slowly appeared at the bottom of the page:

“The assessment information must not be maliciously falsified or deliberately concealed, otherwise, bad luck will take the insufficient amount from you.”

The words seemed to be written in blood, and there were faint traces of liquid flowing around the edges, as if they would seep out of the screen and fall down at any time.

"No matter how many times I log into this website, every time I see these eyes, I feel like there is really someone in the room spying on me. It's so weird."

Lou Duan's fingertips paused, and his eyes glanced at the shadow in the corner. There was no one there, let alone any eyes.

Lou Duan took a deep breath, shook off the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and began to input the target's information.

Every time he typed a line of characters, the scarlet eye would turn slightly, and the crimson lines in the pupil seemed to slowly stretch, as if examining every word and every punctuation mark he typed.

Lou Duan could feel that there was a sense of oppression in that gaze, like some kind of silent threat, reminding him all the time:

Don't lie on purpose!