Chapter 122

Two minutes later.

Pig-head Zhao Zhixin and Fox Mask Hong Ya walked in.

Each carried a heavy black corpse bag in hand; the bag's material was special, its seal excellent, not a single drop of blood seeping out.

Then, Zhao Zhixin unzipped one of the corpse bags; Liu Yang lay quietly inside, head severed from body.

Zhao Zhixin carefully lifted Liu Yang's headless corpse out, as if placing a fragile piece of cargo; he found a suitable spot by the wall and leaned the body there.

Then, he continued taking Liu Yang's head from the corpse bag, gently setting it on the latter's neck.

Immediately after, he slammed a palm toward that head; the force was so fierce the head instantly shot out, smashing hard against the wall, leaving a bright red mark.

Afterward, the head tumbled in midair, finally falling to the ground, rolling clatteringly to Yuan Xidi's feet.

"Only one left, not harmonious enough." Wang Yu frowned slightly; as a painter, he was very particular about composition.

Feng Mu also felt the scene was discordant; hearing this, he suddenly realized and spat out three words.

"Is that side cleaned up properly?" Gong Qi asked.

Hong Ya answered crisply, then reminded Wang Yu: "Sixth Senior Brother, watch out next time, don't poke people with the pen tip again, the traces are too obvious."

Wang Yu gave an embarrassed smile and nodded obediently.

Zhao Zhixin and Hong Ya entered the room again, meticulously tidied the scene, then withdrew satisfied; Zhao Zhixin threw Li Bashan an affirming look.

Li Bashan understood, grunting: "Old Six stays, everyone else withdraw."

Everyone left swiftly.

Hong Ya stood quietly at the threshold, handing the heavy corpse bag steadily to Senior Brother Li Bashan.

Afterward, she took a bottle of custom spray from her backpack, skillfully spraying an even coat onto the shoe soles of every companion about to step across the threshold.

The instant the liquid touched the soles, it rapidly solidified, like an invisible protective film stuck to the soles, ensuring they would leave no traces when leaving.

Li Bashan rubbed Hong Ya's head with his big hand, walked out and downstairs; sure enough, not a single shoe print was left on the ground.

The rest filed out one by one.

In a blink, only Wang Yu remained inside, while Hong Ya guarded the door, waiting quietly.

Niu Tou and Fox Mask exchanged a tacit glance; Hong Ya immediately picked up the spray and meticulously sprayed her own shoe soles.

Once Hong Ya put away the spray, Wang Yu had already taken off his mask and stuffed it into Hong Ya's hands.

Hong Ya stored the mask, looked up at Wang Yu again, and reminded softly: "Senior Brother, your clothes have blood on them; there are spare clothes in the car, want to change?"

Wang Yu shook his head lightly, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth: "No need."

Hearing this, Hong Ya nodded slightly, then cheerfully skipped along like a light butterfly, quickly catching up to the senior brothers going downstairs.

Wang Yu watched Hong Ya's retreating figure until she disappeared around the stair corner, then turned and entered the room.

He paced slowly inside, each step firm; soon the floor was covered in his bloody footprints.

He walked to that shattered head, slowly squatted, and with extremely meticulous movements picked up the scattered skull fragments piece by piece, trying to reassemble them.

In the process, his clothes were inevitably stained by splattered filthy blood; his calm expression gradually took on a thread of sorrow.

Hong Ya's steps were light; she hopped into the car, clapped her hands, shut the door, and like a housekeeper methodically collected everyone's masks.

During the collection, she took out a cloth dipped in special detergent from her bag, then gently wiped each mask.

Her movements were meticulous, as if afraid of missing any stain; only after ensuring the masks were restored to their original pristine state did she beam and stuff them back into her bag.

Feng Mu glanced at Hong Ya's backpack, a bit curious just how many weird things that seemingly small pack held.

Gong Qi sidled over smiling: "Those sprays are all Hong Ya's own concoctions; uh, Junior Sister has a bit of a cleanliness obsession, you'll get used to it."

Feng Mu nodded.

Gong Qi itched with curiosity but hesitated: "Junior Brother, Senior Brother isn't being nosy, Senior Brother just wants to ask — that Zheng Hang you mentioned while tricking the dead guy, who is he…"

Hong Ya pricked up her ears, glared feigning anger at Gong Qi: "Fifth Senior Brother, prying into Junior Brother's secrets again? Careful I go tell Second Senior Sister on you."

Feng Mu chuckled lightly, half-smiling: "Zheng Hang, uh, that's a guy who secretly liked my sister; once I accidentally caught him meeting my sister in a grove, pity…"

Feng Mu drew out a long sigh: "He went astray, killed someone and fled, now wanted by the Patrol Bureau; who knows where he's hiding now."

Gong Qi froze; instinct told him Junior Brother was talking nonsense.

Hong Ya's eyes shone; being young, she loved listening to twisted, bizarre, tear-jerking love stories most.

She leaned forward, looking at Feng Mu expectantly: "Junior Brother, details, Senior Sister loves listening!"

Feng Mu grinned, unhurriedly telling a tale about his sister Feng Yuhuai's hidden, unknown underground romance.

"……That father of mine, though just a petty constable in the Patrol Bureau, was rigid and domineering, quite snobbish, despised gang types most, dead set on raising my sister well, preferably marrying her into the Upper City."

"He would never allow my sister to mix with the likes of Zheng Hang, so I guess, aside from me accidentally stumbling on them once, the family probably doesn't know about this underground romance."

"Then, don't know what happened, Zheng Hang got involved in a murder case, and the man vanished."

"His dad went crazy looking for a while, later got shot dead by the Patrol Bureau, and after that my sister got caught up in the Puppet Mother incident, sigh…"

The bread van drove slowly along the road; inside the quiet vehicle, everyone listened entranced to Feng Mu's tragic story.

Hong Ya listened with rapt attention, finally unable to hold back: "Junior Brother, is Zheng Hang really gone?"

Feng Mu pursed his lips, smiled lightly: "If we want to find him we naturally can; Junior Sister wants to see, Junior Brother will conjure him up some day."

Hong Ya was overjoyed, laughing: "Good good good, Senior Sister is kind-hearted, loves seeing lovers united most."

Gong Qi rolled his eyes beside them; he was now completely certain Junior Brother was making it all up — Zheng Hang was most likely dead without a whole corpse.

Feng Mu glanced at Gong Qi, smiled: "Senior Brother doesn't believe it?"

Gong Qi curled his lip.

Feng Mu bared a mouthful of white teeth: "Then what does Senior Brother think — if I wanted to make this false story real, what would need to be done?"

Gong Qi's eyes instantly brightened: "This story sounds genuinely interesting; if Junior Brother needs help, please be sure to let Senior Brother know."

Feng Mu hehe'd aloud: "Then I'll thank Senior Brother's kind intentions on Zheng Hang's behalf for now."

End of Chapter