Chapter 143: The Game Difficulty Suddenly Skyrockets, How Interesting

"Yo~"

"What a pervert!"

Feng Mu's voice came through those electronic lenses flickering with a faint cold light, the lenses like a deep night sky reflecting his increasingly cold face.

Yes, Feng Mu had appeared at Chang Qingsen's home before dawn.

That was the benefit of rising early: if you wake before your prey, you might glimpse the prey's little secrets.

He lightly pushed the frame on his nose bridge, the focal length on the lenses adjusted rapidly, returning to normal.

Then he lowered his head, focused on the phone in his hand, where the screen looped the scene from just now in the alley—a video of a kitten cruelly dyed red.

Electronic lenses, full name multifunctional glasses, were high-tech equipment within the Patrol Bureau; Second Senior Sister Liu Xie had taken a pair marked "scrapped and destroyed" from the internal inventory and given them to him.

The functions of the multifunctional glasses went far beyond long-distance recording and photography; they were also equipped with an advanced recording system, as well as high-tech functions like thermal imaging and X-ray penetration, making them a perfect intelligence-gathering tool.

Feng Mu skillfully operated the phone, switching back to the tracking interface; the red dot marked Chang Qingsen moved slowly on the map on the screen.

He followed unhurriedly, keeping an appropriate distance.

Along the way, he peeped carefully, but unfortunately, Chang Qingsen showed no further surprising excellence.

After Chang Qingsen entered the school, Feng Mu lingered for a while, and inadvertently discovered the disguised surveillance personnel at the Patrol Bureau by the school gate, before turning around and quietly leaving.

On the road, Feng Mu lowered his head from time to time, replaying the video in his hand several times.

In the video, Chang Qingsen's movements were clean and neat, every detail revealing his solid foundation and skilled technique.

He then opened Chang Qingsen's basic information and browsed it carefully. As he read deeper, Feng Mu's brow furrowed slightly, and his complexion gradually became strange.

"This guy's information isn't carefully disguised, is it?"

Feng Mu had always been unafraid to speculate about others with the greatest malice; his intuition told him Chang Qingsen was not as ordinary as shown in the data.

Instead, Chang Qingsen felt more like those characters in the Japanese and Korean suspense dramas he had watched in his previous life—seemingly plain and boring on the surface, but actually hiding intelligence and martial prowess enough to easily crush ordinary people, a perverted murderer.

Especially, Chang Qingsen would rather not go to university, but enter the prison system early to work.

Although theoretically some high school graduates with less-than-ideal scores might choose to enter the workforce early, were Chang Qingsen's motives really the same as theirs?

Or perhaps...

Feng Mu carefully compared Chang Qingsen's scores in previous mock exams again, and found that whether liberal arts or martial arts, whether single-subject scores or total scores, Chang Qingsen's grades were exactly on the edge of the passing line.

"Score control?"

A terrifying term suddenly burst into Feng Mu's mind; his pupils shrank slightly, he could not be one hundred percent certain, and perhaps he was just overthinking.

The next second, Feng Mu pressed his lips, thinking with ill intent: "But if it's true, then the game difficulty Feng Yuhuai faces will suddenly level up, hmm... will my foolish Imoto capsize in the gutter?"

Feng Mu's gaze fell on the phone map; the two red dots were almost overlapping, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise, he could almost not suppress the joy in his heart, and whispered to himself: "It's getting more and more interesting."

Emotionally, Feng Mu undoubtedly leaned more toward his younger sister; that blood relationship determined by the system made it hard for him to let go.

But he would not give Feng Yuhuai any hints, and even if she truly fell into trouble, he would never intervene.

"Most importantly, if Feng Yuhuai capsizes in the gutter here, then it proves this Imoto has no great potential or value, and is not worth helping."

"Better to transfer the emotional investment in her to the person who kills her?"

Feng Mu actually felt bad in his heart; after all, he had invested a little bit of feeling in Imoto.

But there was no way; as the initiator of the game, as the referee, he had to abide by the game rules he formulated, and absolutely could not step in to play favorites.

Did Feng Yuhuai ask him about unfairness in her text message at night?

Feng Mu now planned to educate Feng Yuhuai with reality; what is true fairness? True fairness is being impartial and unfeeling, recognizing no kin!

"I am Feng Mu, I speak for fairness!"

At this moment, Feng Mu had an epiphany at Longchang.

No. 8 Middle School.

Class 1, Grade 10, Martial Arts Key Class.

Fourth row by the window, Feng Yuhuai propped her chin with one hand, distractedly listening to the cultural class, her mind full of Chang Qingsen's image.

Coincidentally, separated by a ceiling, Chang Qingsen sat in Feng Yuhuai's seat; he sat upright with a straight back, his eyes also vacant.

The class content was too simple for him; it didn't matter whether he listened or not, and besides, his heart had already flown away, flying to the prison.

Although Chang Qingsen did not tell the whole truth to Chang Wei this morning, there was one sentence he absolutely did not lie about: that prison was the special and alternative university that could benefit him for life.

If he could learn and graduate from the university in prison, wouldn't that be much more impressive than graduating from an ordinary university?

Chang Qingsen swept a glance at the classmates listening seriously in class, a trace of contempt appearing in his eyes: "While you are in school, studying and practicing dead by the textbook, I have already started hands-on practice."

Chang Qingsen never believed that martial dao was learned in the classroom; he firmly believed that killing was the fastest way to temper and improve martial dao.

Chang Qingsen gently turned his head, his gaze penetrating the window, looking into the distance; suddenly, the image of the corpse carried out of the cafeteria that day appeared in his mind.

"Twisted form, withered body like firewood; within that strangeness lay a unique beauty."

Chang Qingsen became emotionally excited; his little forest even became congested with excitement, slightly raising his head.

He subconsciously bit his own fingernails, thinking secretly in his heart:

"The murderer should be hidden in this school; could it be a classmate around me? On the road to pursuing the truth of martial dao, a classmate has actually walked ahead of me."

"If I could find this person and communicate and learn with him face to face, how wonderful that would be."

Chang Qingsen had grown tired of simply abusing and killing small animals; that pleasure could no longer satisfy the desire in his heart.

He felt his exploration in experiments was enough; after years of skill cultivation, he urgently wanted to apply what he had learned on his own kind...

Ding ling ling.

The class bell rang, and the lunch break arrived.

Chang Qingsen put his hands in his pockets and walked alone to the cafeteria; he was relatively upright and serious, so he had no friends at school, and usually ate alone.

The cafeteria was full; Chang Qingsen casually got some food, then stood straight in front of a table already full of people, neither speaking nor urging, waiting silently like a silent sculpture.

As expected, the students at that table quickly finished eating, hastily cleared their bowls and chopsticks, and left in a hurry.

In the distance, their dissatisfied muttering could still be faintly heard, words like "Are you sick?" drifting into his ears.

Chang Qingsen paid it no mind; he sat down quietly, took out a tissue from his pocket, and meticulously wiped the entire table clean.

Afterward, he sat upright in the chair, chewing every mouthful of food thoroughly and swallowing slowly.

"Classmate, may we sit here?"

A gentle and polite voice broke his solitary meal.

Chang Qingsen lifted his head expressionlessly, only to see a clear, refined, and untainted smiling face enter his view.

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(End of Chapter)