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

After clicking the link.

It is a slightly simple website window with an input box in the middle.

You can enter your name and date of birth. Based on the input, the website will automatically calculate your recent fortune. It is indeed a prototype of a scam website.

Feng Mu entered Imoto's information casually.

[Feng Yuhuai (bad)]: Six and five positions, blood is looming, and disasters follow like a shadow.

[Explanation]: The omen of misfortune is looming over you. You will encounter an unexpected disaster in the near future. This may become a turning point in your life journey and change the trajectory of your destiny.

If you want to break this disaster, you need...

A window waiting for payment popped up on the screen.

Feng Mu's mouth twitched slightly, and then he decisively exited the page. He would not be deceived by such a clumsy scam, but out of love for his family, he still entered the information of Feng Ju and Wang Xiuli in turn.

[Feng Ju (very bad)]: Seven Killings with blades, prosperous wealth, located in the place of three combinations, the main image of disability. If you kill without a blade, the murderous aura will be even worse, and it is difficult to avoid the disaster of hurting your body.

[Explanation]: Shadows are shrouded, and murderous intentions are everywhere. You may encounter misfortune in the near future, and there is a disaster of sudden death. If you want to break this disaster, you need...

Please pay the corresponding fee to seek the way to get rid of the disaster.

[Wang Xiuli (unlucky)]: Your life is rough, and the disaster of blood is coming quietly.

[Explanation]: Your fate is unfortunate, and the clouds of misfortune are quietly gathering. In the near future, you may encounter unimaginable disasters. If you want to get rid of this bad luck, you need...

Please pay the corresponding fee to seek the way to get rid of the disaster.

Feng Mu curled his lips. On the one hand, he felt that this website looked like that, at least it was used to disguise the advertising text messages, which was completely enough to deceive people.

On the other hand, he also had to complain: "So this website only predicts bad luck, right? No wonder, fear has been the easiest way to make people lose money since ancient times."

In short, Feng Mu would never easily admit that the predictions of this website might really have an indescribable... a little bit accurate? ! !

Feng Mu shook his head lightly, deleted the information in the input box with one click, then fell into a brief thought, and then re-entered the information to be calculated.

Name: Mask

Birthday: April 1, 233

April 1, 233, this day may be an ordinary moment in the long river of time, but it is the moment when [Mask] and Ma Bin officially connect.

To a certain extent, in Ma Bin's eyes, April 1, 233 is the anniversary of the true birth of [Mask].

In fact, that day was meaningful not only to Yu Mabin but also to Feng Mu. To paraphrase a classic narration that the narrator loves most:

The gears of fate began to turn quietly from that moment.

The input box froze for three seconds, then disappeared, and a sentence appeared: Under the watchful eyes of fate, everything will be fine.

The next moment, the entire screen disappeared and jumped to another hidden page.

The page was dark at first, and then a slightly dim light slowly emerged. The picture was not very clear, a bit like a live broadcast being secretly filmed by a pinhole camera.

There was no bullet screen, no communication, and he was the only audience in the entire "live broadcast room". This was a movie set up just for him.

The filming location of the film was in an abandoned warehouse.

The light came from an emergency lamp on the table. It was obvious that its power was running low. The light it emitted was dim and weak, as if it could be completely extinguished at any time, throwing this space back into the embrace of darkness.

The legs of the table were covered with rust left by the years, and the ground was covered with thick dust.

Various old boxes and moldy canned foods, as well as some plastic instant noodle buckets, were scattered around.

The dim light shone on the wall behind, which was peeling and cracked. The wires extending from it hung down casually, like the tentacles of a dead person, hanging weakly on the rusty iron frame, looking quite eerie.

The iron frame, which was originally used to place goods, was now empty, with only a person tied on it.

The person was tied up with thick hemp ropes in a big letter shape, and the knots at his wrists and ankles were stained with blood due to the deep marks, which made him look particularly creepy.

The person's mouth was sealed with tape, and his head drooped weakly, making it impossible to see his eyes and expression.

The clothes on his body were torn and tattered, and the exposed skin was covered with blood scabs that were torn and healed, healed and torn again.

The whole picture looked shocking, as if a person was nailed to the iron frame like a clothes hanger, and even a pool of coagulated blood in the shape of a "big" was reflected on the wall behind the iron frame.

Even the top forensic doctor would find it difficult to tell whether the person was still alive from this still picture.

However, Feng Mu had an extraordinary insight into death. He could tell at a glance that the person was not dead and had 1/4 of his blood left.

After a while, a strange sound suddenly came from the house, breaking the original silence.

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The person on the iron frame slowly raised his head, and a face covered with blood was reflected in the camera.

Under the dim light, the person's facial features almost merged with the blood, and the camera's image quality was not clear, making it difficult to see the person's appearance.

Feng Mu held the phone closer, and the double magatama rotated like a high-precision image processing software, enhancing the slightly blurred picture.

The originally blurry picture immediately became clear, and the details also appeared one by one, and the clarity seemed to be instantly improved by two levels.

"Hou Wendong, I remember his name." Feng Mu uttered a name.

Feng Mu did not know all the details of the event that Ma Bin was planning at the moment, but Ma Bin did reveal some key information to him, and even reported Hou Wendong's photo to him.

To a certain extent, the dying protagonist in the film can be regarded as Ma Bin's "own man" who had been booked in advance.

"So, what I am watching now is the closing link, which is reporting the final result of the event to me in real time." Feng Mu knew it in his heart.

This situation is just like the work process in the workplace. The twists and turns and hardships in the process may not need to be reported to the boss one by one. After all, the leader is so busy that he has no time to care about every detail.

But in any case, the beginning and end of the event must be reported in time.

On the phone screen, Hou Wendong slowly raised his head. The man who kidnapped and tortured him was walking towards him slowly. Hou Wendong's face was full of uncontrollable fear, and his whole face was twisted.

The man turned his back to the camera, and his back looked particularly hideous under the dim light. He slowly took out a bloody wrench from his arms.

He ruthlessly clamped the scabby bloodstains on Hou Wendong's stomach with the wrench, and then tore it out inch by inch, as if enjoying the pleasure of this cruelty.

Hou Wendong let out a heart-wrenching howl, and his voice was full of despair and collapse.

In the past week, he has suffered all kinds of inhuman torture, and his body and will have reached the brink of collapse.

At this moment, he no longer hopes to escape, and there is only one thought in his mind - that is to end this hellish torture as soon as possible, and he longs to die quickly.

"Kill me, please, kill me, ah ah——"

At this moment, it seemed as if fate had heard his sincere plea. Suddenly, the iron window on the top of the warehouse exploded with a loud bang, and the broken glass fell like a rainstorm.

In the shattered glass, several figures fell from the sky...