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

The wheels of the bicycle rattled on the road.

The spokes rotate faster and faster, and finally connect into a blurry shadow, like the fate of the road ahead, intricate, with countless intersecting threads converging towards the center, and the threads are entangled with each other. .

Like a net, everyone thinks that they will eventually stand in the center to close the net.

As everyone knows, they are actually just threads.

No one can fully see the context of the web, because if a thread is fiddled with, the chain reaction caused may weave the web into another shape.

No one can see the future, including Feng Mu.

When the vibration of the thread is rolling toward you, all you can do is adapt to the situation and hold on to your thread tightly to prevent it from falling.

Because in a game where we build webs to hunt each other, being disconnected can only mean death.

"Is someone following me again?"

Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat. It was different from the last time he was followed. This time it was very hidden.

He moved his neck calmly and glanced around. There were many people going to work on the road, and he couldn't tell who was suspicious.

However, the bones on his back felt cold, as if he had been stimulated, and the bone bumps on his back surfaced in response, making Feng Mu clearly feel the malice peeping from the dark.

No one was found, but it was not all without gain. At least Feng Mu discovered another hidden benefit of ossification-danger perception.

"A member of the Green Wolf Gang?"

"No, Ma Bin just finished talking to me on the phone. He won't be so insane."

"Besides, the sense of danger I feel is completely different."

Feng Mu stopped searching and continued pedaling on the wheel pretending not to know, while his mind was spinning crazily.

The answer is ready to come out: "If it's not the Green Wolf Gang, it can only be that group of black marketeers."

Feng Mu's heart suddenly sank. Both he and Ma Bin made a mistake in their judgment. The group of black marketeers actually got past Ma Bin and found him first.

How did they find themselves?

Should I notify Ma Bin now to come to the rescue?

The CPU in Feng Mu's skull was almost burned, but his face remained calm. Controlling his facial bones really helped him manage his expressions.

In the end, Feng Mu did not choose to ask Ma Bin for help.

Not to mention whether Ma Bin would come, it was too late, because he saw a middle-aged man with chrysanthemum wrinkles on his face at the entrance of the incineration plant, slowly walking towards him.

Feng Mu breathed calmly, used [Iron Eater] to control his facial expressions, and [Crazy Blood] to control the bleeding speed and slow down his heartbeat. He turned a blind eye and passed by the man on the car.

Zhang Hao listened to Feng Mu's calm heartbeat and waited until half the car had passed before he suddenly turned around and asked politely: "Wait a minute, little brother, are you the new corpse cremator in the factory?"

Feng Mu stopped his bicycle and waited for the other person to speak his first words, and instantly captured the other person's intention from these words.

It’s not for “me”.

Instead of bypassing Ma Bin and directly touching "my" true body.

But it was for Feng Mu!

The above-mentioned "I" refers to the real murderer of Lame, that is, the person behind the scenes who directly drove Ma Bin and indirectly drove Qian Hao to go to the black market, clashed with them, and may know and covet the secrets of the black core.

"I'm just saying, you have to follow the clues to find me. You have to follow the clues first. If you can come up, just follow the clues and skip the steps." Feng Mu's inner alarm was half gone.

The reason why it only fell back half way was because there was something fishy hidden in Feng Mu.

"The problem should be that I accepted Wang Jian's black core, which caused them to lose Wang Jian's supply, so they came to me."

"Num, I'm careless, but it was hard for me to predict at first that Wang Jian would only get a few black cores a week, and would he be worthy of a black marketeer coming to his door?"

"Are you too horny?"

"No, what they care about is not the loss of a few black cores every week. What they care about is that Wang Jian's black cores may have been collected by others."

Feng Mu cleared his mind. He looked at Zhang Hao suspiciously and warily, and asked, "What are you doing? Who are you?"

His tone was not very polite, which was the behavior of a normal person. Zhang Hao's eyes were less critical of him, and his voice was mellower.

He said: "Brother, don't be nervous, we just want to ask if you have black cores there, we want to buy them."

Feng Mu didn't say a word, but turned around and looked around, and saw two dark faces appearing behind him. One had the same honest smile, and the other was a little silly playing with the ants on the branch of the tree in his hand.

Branch?

Ant?

Feng Mu felt horrified and moved his gaze back.

He frowned and said to Zhang Hao: "I don't have any in my hands now, I have them all at home."

Feng Mu originally wanted to lie and say that he had sold it to someone else, but when the words came to his lips, he was so happy that he told the truth because he vaguely caught a glimpse of the stupid dark face behind him. When he was answering, he suddenly stopped playing with ants. , put his hands into his trouser pockets.

There must be no reason why a silly-looking guy suddenly puts down his toys.

What's in his pocket?

Something that can detect if I'm lying?

Probably not. It is a detector similar to that used for security or exploration. It can detect whether I carry black nuclei on my body, or whether I have been exposed to black nuclei recently?

Dark-faced No. 2 lowered his head, his left eye lit up strangely, and he looked directly through the cloth to see the value on the detector.

Value 74.

This value shows that Feng Mu does not carry black cores on his body, but he must have had close contact with more than one or two black cores within 8 hours.

Dark-faced No. 2 raised his head and continued to play with the ants on the branch.

Zhang Hao understood what his companion meant. He confirmed that Feng Mu was not lying, and his suspicion of him plummeted. He asked: "Why do you keep it at home and not sell it? The cremator in the factory should tell you that we specialize in this stuff."

Feng Mu breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly: "I know, but I promised to sell it to someone else."

Zhang Hao smiled even more, his mouth wide open, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Ah? There are other people who buy this stuff. It's strange. Brother, can you tell me who is buying it?"

Seeing Feng Mu didn't speak.

Zhang Hao thought for a while and said: "Brother, don't get me wrong, we are also doing things for others. If we can't collect the black cores like this, we have to give an explanation to the boss when we go back, right? I don't mean anything else."

While speaking, he showed four fingers and promised: "In this way, we won't ask that person. I just want to ask if you can sell the black cores in your hand to us. We will pay twice the price as before, 400 yuan for each one."

Feng Mu's cheek muscles twitched, and he was obviously moved by the high price.

He scratched his hair in annoyance, gritted his teeth and refused: "Okay, I tell you, the person who received the goods is a lame man. I was harassed by a few gangsters a few days ago, and he helped me, so I agreed to collect black cores for him in the factory. I can't go back on my word."

Didn't expect it~

I can frame myself!

The most important thing is that this gang of black market merchants can verify this matter, and the security guard holding the thermos cup at the factory gate is a living eyewitness.

Zhang Hao captured the key information and stopped forcing Feng Mu.

He gave Feng Mu a thumbs up and complimented him: "Brother is a trustworthy person. So, can you give us the contact information of that person? After you sell the things to that person, we will contact him to buy them back at a high price. In this way, you won't be embarrassed, and we can also report to the boss, okay?"

Feng Mu thought for a moment, and saw Zhang Hao stuffed a few hundred yuan into his hand, so he could only sigh helplessly, took out his mobile phone, and opened the address book.

The phone number with the note "lame weirdo" was given to Zhang Hao.

The phone number was naturally the red-haired man's mobile phone, and the note was changed after he buried the latter's body.

Don't ask why he changed it. If you ask, it's to prepare for a rainy day. When he lies, he mainly makes a coherent statement, without any leaks...