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

The ceiling lights in the living room were turned to the lowest setting, and a pale halo enveloped the dining table. The sauce from the synthetic steak condensed into dark red blocks at the bottom of the plate, with a delicate texture. The 3D-printed vegetables, even after being fried in oil, were still unusually green and exuded a fresh and tender taste.

Feng Ju sat at the dining table. He mechanically picked up a piece of meat with the chopsticks in his hand and put it into his mouth to chew, but his taste buds seemed to be unable to sense any taste.

His eyes never left the TV screen, as if the flickering images were his real food.

"Dear viewers, now we will report today's weather."

The female host showed a standard smile with eight teeth, and her skin had an unnatural pearly luster under the strong light. It was obvious that she was using the latest nano-level makeup mask.

The sound also sounds like a finely tuned synthesized voice, with each syllable accurate to the millisecond:

"Today from 9:30 to 17:00, the light intensity is 82%, and the radiation index is LUX-3. It is recommended to wear corneal filters. In the evening from 17:01 to 20:13, District 9 will receive the blessing of this month's circulating water. It is recommended that you take a neutralizer pill during your meal today."

"Now let's play the news from District 9..."

The weather forecast for downtown is never wrong, always as accurate as the hands of time.

This is the only place where the lower town is far ahead of the upper town.

After all, the weather in the upper city depends on the mood of the sky, while the "weather" in the lower city is just a line of small words on the schedule of each property company in the upper city.

Wang Xiuli took out a silver medicine box with "Secondary Neutralizer" printed on it from the cupboard and carefully poured out a light blue neutralizer.

The moment the pill fell into the water, it made a slight hissing sound, just like the sound made by the facial masks applied by upper city ladies when they were having a SPA.

The black turbid substance in the water began to churn violently, as if dancing a desperate waltz, and finally turned into gray sediment and slowly sank.

The water quality in the upper layer of the cup suddenly became brand new, exuding a "clear and sweet" taste. It is said that this taste is blended to imitate the spring water in Shangcheng Mountain. Drinking it can prolong life.

This is a secondary neutralizer, different from the ordinary neutralizer circulating in the city. It is 100 times more effective. It was given to Feng Ju by the special envoy.

“Latest news——”

The news anchor's voice cuts in seamlessly. His voice has been specially processed, and it has a reassuring magnetism.

"Next, I will report an urgent news: Recently, a serial murder case has occurred in this city again, and most of the victims are high school students."

The screen switched to a video clip of the crime scene, but it had been carefully processed - the bloodstains were replaced with virtual red spots of light, and the broken limbs were mosaiced, like the cute cartoon patterns in children's programs.

The host's voice remained calm, as if he was reporting an ordinary weather forecast:

"The bodies were found brutally mutilated,"

When he said this, the background music switched to a soothing piano piece.

"The scene was marked by the murderer's signature symbol - the victim's face had been removed."

In the upper right corner of the LCD screen, the words "Adult Protection Mode is On" flashed gently, and the male anchor's magnetic voice spoke:

"Experts speculate that the murderer may have a strong antisocial personality and even enjoy the killing process..."

Feng Ju's fork suddenly made a sharp scraping sound on the porcelain plate.

His pupils contracted slightly and his Adam's apple rolled, as if he was swallowing some unspeakable pleasure.

The mechanical fingers unconsciously stroked the dinner knife, and the cold light reflected from the blade swept across the corner of his mouth - there was an almost imperceptible twitch there.

"Honey, is this serial killer the one who seriously injured you and put you in the hospital?"

Wang Xiuli's voice trembled a little and her eyes were full of worry.

Feng Ju uttered a "hmm", took the cup, rinsed the residue in his mouth and swallowed it all, and replied in a somewhat vague voice:

"Don't worry, I'm different now. I will definitely catch him this time. It will be soon."

Seeing Feng Ju's confidence, Wang Xiuli's worries were slightly relieved, but she still gave another instruction:

"You must be careful. Experts have said that this kind of person is extremely crazy and can do anything. You must..."

She still remembered the horrific sight of Feng Ju being pushed into the operating room that day in the hospital with blood still oozing from the broken limbs.

Feng Ju put down his water cup heavily, picked up a piece of synthetic meat and stuffed it into his mouth, tightening his chewing muscles:

"I know what's going on. Don't worry about it. I'm the captain of the police station now. It's my duty to catch the criminal. The more brutal he is, the sooner I have to catch him!"

The synthetic meat made an unpleasant crunching sound between his teeth, the sound of cheap protein fibers breaking.

Wang Xiuli nodded, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just sighed and asked:

"Where's Yu Huai? How's Yu Huai doing lately? Has he encountered any danger?"

Her eyes drifted to the photo of her daughter on the wall, which was taken by Feng Yuhuai when she was admitted to the key martial arts class of No. 8 Middle School. Her smile was dazzlingly bright, just like the perfect faces of those female stars on the city billboards.

When talking about his daughter, Feng Ju's teeth even chewed the synthetic meat more gently.

He took out his cell phone and handed a video recorded on the spot to Wang Xiuli.

The video was filled with thunderous applause. As the camera shook violently, the girl's ponytail swung out an arc on the ring.

Feng Yuhuai's springy kick tore through the air, and at the moment when his opponent's protective gear burst, the slow-motion camera clearly captured the splashing sweat that reflected a rainbow-like halo.

"Yu Huai performed very well. She did an outstanding job in the competition. As a junior, she made it to the finals of the senior group. She is worthy of being my daughter, Feng Ju."

Feng Ju's expression was gentle, with a deep sense of relief on his face, and his voice was filled with a hoarse smile like the friction of metal:

"This martial arts joint examination is very well organized. Many TV stations will broadcast it live. You can watch it as long as you unlock the channel and pay. I am now the captain of the patrol station. I may be promoted to the position of director in the future. You don't have to be as frugal as before."

Feng Ju paused for a moment and said with a smile:

"The finals will be this weekend. You can watch at home. Maybe Yu Huai can make it to the last day."

Wang Xiuli finally showed a smile on her face: "That's great, Yu Huai is really great."

Her tone was full of relief, but soon her smile dimmed and her voice became cautious, "Then...what about Feng Mu? Is there any news about him recently?"

Feng Ju's expression froze instantly, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, stopped tapping his fingers on the table, and slowly clenched into a fist.

Wang Xiuli noticed the low pressure in the room and quickly lowered her head, not daring to speak anymore.

However, unexpectedly, Feng Ju did not lose his temper as usual. His fists slowly loosened, and his voice was low and calm:

"I made an appointment with him to go home for dinner this weekend. Please take some time to call him and confirm it."

Wang Xiuli was stunned for a moment, then raised her head blankly, her eyes mixed with surprise and joy: "You...are you serious?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

Feng Ju nodded, but his eyes never met hers.

His eyes were clearly on the TV screen, but they were out of focus, as if he was staring at a point that did not exist at all.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an unhappy arc, and there was a subtle hint of self-mockery and sarcasm in his voice:

"Well, your son is not ordinary now. As a father, I have to beg him to come home for dinner. But it doesn't matter. A family should sit together at the same table and eat from the same pot. Only then can life be enjoyable."