Chapter 145

Feng Mu left the pharmacy at a quick pace; this trip had confirmed two things.

The good news was that Marrow Cleansing Pills also existed in the manifest world;

The bad news was that the pharmacy did not sell them.

Marrow Cleansing Pills belonged to the category of products that could only be redeemed at designated redemption centers, requiring a high-level Citizen Grade and a large expenditure of citizen points — what everyone called a "three requirements" product.

"Looks like the 2/3 Corpse Man label isn't coming off anytime soon."

Feng Mu let out a long sigh; he had thought about asking his Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters for help, but it remained just a thought — he wasn't in a rush to speak up yet.

He wasn't someone who only knew how to take, and for the time being he also had no crazy notion of leading his Master-Apprentice faction to rob an official redemption center.

That would be an even heavier crime than robbing a bank.

Feng Mu raised his head and noticed the crowds on the street gradually thinning; the surrounding quiet formed a sharp contrast with the daytime clamor.

He took his phone from his pocket and skillfully opened a tracking application.

On the screen, two small red dots clearly displayed their positions; they had already left the Campus, and were practically overlapping each other.

He couldn't help but be mildly surprised, muttering inwardly: "Huh, Feng Yuhuai went straight to Chang Qingsen's home — progress this fast? I thought Feng Yuhuai would drag it out until tomorrow's final deadline before making a move."

Feng Mu reflected: "Seems I underestimated Imoto's execution capability in treating life like grass — good, very good."

Feng Mu immediately turned into the dark alley behind the pharmacy and carefully pulled out an eerie mask from his bosom.

Calling it a mask was a stretch; it was more like a portrait painting meticulously outlined with a brush.

It depicted the lines of a human face, delicate and lifelike, vividly realistic.

The flow and depth of those lines all conveyed an unsettling sense of realism, making it hard to believe this was merely a flat object.

It was so realistic it seemed like a layer of face skin peeled from some corpse, only the expression was dead and stiff, lacking a touch of vitality.

Feng Mu gently pressed the mask onto his face; the mask was of some unknown material, and the moment it touched his skin it seemed to turn into a layer of liquid glue, seeping into the pores of his face and merging as one in the space of a breath.

Feng Mu took his phone from his pocket, opened the front camera, and slowly aimed the lens at his own face.

"This is indeed a masterpiece jointly crafted by Junior Sister and Sixth Senior Brother — it can actually simulate Zheng Hang's facial features so perfectly; the only difference is the face shape and bone structure."

Feng Mu was filled with admiration, and at the same time he activated the 【Molding Embryo】 skill, gently adjusting the bone structure beneath the "face."

A few minutes later.

【Zheng Hang】 walked out of the alley; he glanced around, then took out a black mask and put it on his "face," then lowered his head to check his phone and walked briskly into the night.

The pharmacy was not far from Chang Qingsen's home, and Feng Mu reached his destination on foot before long.

Chang Qingsen's home was on the first floor; the living room curtains were casually drawn open, allowing a glimpse of a middle-aged woman busy in the Kitchen, while the Bedroom curtains were tightly drawn, only a vague human figure could be seen sitting by the bed.

The landscaping trees and grass clumps outside the window, shrouded by the Night Sky, appeared somewhat dim — just right for hiding a person.

Perhaps it was because of a bitter, yearning love, but 【Zheng Hang】 discovered his beloved's figure almost in a single instant.

The latter was crouching beneath the trees, hands groping about in the grass clumps, looking like she had dropped something and was searching to pick it up.

"Hello, need any help?" 【Zheng Hang】 asked as he passed by; he was kind-hearted, and inquired of Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yhuai hurriedly looked up, gazing at the enthusiastic passerby, and said in a soft voice: "Oh, I accidentally dropped something, thanks, no need to help."

【Zheng Hang】 felt a sudden surge of delight, because the makeup on Feng Yuhuai's face was clearly also a disguise — heavy makeup that looked a bit aged, and on her face she wore a disguise artifact — black-rimmed glasses.

【Zheng Hang】 gave Feng Yuhuai a meaningful glance, nodded, and left.

Circling a few bends, he appeared at the entrance of the diagonally opposite unit; he pulled open the unit door, climbed the Stairs, and arrived at the landing between the first and second floors.

The stairwell light seemed broken, making it quiet and dark.

The unit window had not been cleaned in a long time and was covered in dust; he just stood there quietly, and looking from outside in, a blurry face seemed faintly visible, as if fused into the window, looking exceptionally gloomy and eerie.

Feng Yuhuai, head lowered and pretending to search for something, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine; she violently turned her head to look around, as if a pair of eyes were peeping at her from behind, making her heart inexplicably fearful.

Seeing no suspicious figure, Feng Yuhuai's expression darkened; she trusted her sixth sense completely now.

Fortunately, that sense of being watched did not bring a strong feeling of danger, which gave Feng Yuhuai slight comfort.

She secretly speculated that perhaps it was just some resident of the Residential Compound, bored at night standing by the window idly gazing out, who happened to capture her silhouette.

Feng Yuhuai suppressed the anxiety in her heart, took out her phone several times, wanting to send a message to Chang Qingsen, trying to find a reason to lure him out of the house.

However, she racked her brains but could not find a suitable excuse.

After all, she couldn't just tell him directly: "I found your home through the Rag Doll's location, and right now I'm hiding in the bushes outside your window — hurry out and give me back the Rag Doll."

That kind of explanation would be far too suspicious.

When it came down to it, she and Chang Qingsen had only a single chance encounter; their understanding of each other was still shallow, and many deceptive excuses could not be used on him for the time being.

"So in the end, killing is still simpler when you know the victim well." Feng Yuhuai thought to herself.

She made a decision, planning to wait until the night grew even darker, until most residents of the compound had turned off their lights and gone to sleep, then take action, breaking in silently.

She raised her head and glanced at the straight-backed figure behind the curtains; a cold, ruthless light flashed in her eyes.

From committing a crime in a "Public Place" on Campus to tonight's home invasion, this shift was undoubtedly huge; Feng Yuhuai still hoped to make it as concealed as possible.

"My beloved, what exactly are you waiting for?" 【Zheng Hang】, watching everything with deep affection, couldn't help but grow suspicious.

After a moment's thought, he took out his own phone, fingertips lightly touching the screen, edited a text message full of affection, and sent it:

— Baby, where are you right now, what are you doing? I really can't hold back anymore; I want to rush to your side right tonight!

Feng Yuhuai unlocked her phone, saw this sudden text message, and her face turned as dark as storm clouds, gloomy enough to drip water.

Again this inexplicable wrongly-sent text message; right now she had absolutely no mood to deal with it.

She unhesitatingly added the message to the blacklist, then deleted it.

Immediately after, her phone unexpectedly slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Feng Yuhuai almost cried out in pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured the impulse; her cheek suddenly flared with sharp pain, as if countless fine needles were piercing in, and a strange blood line split open on her skin.

Feng Yuhuai's face twisted and deformed from the intense pain; the sensation was like a needle tip constantly piercing her face, then turning back and forth in flesh and skin, again and again, as if embroidering her face like silk.

"Aaaah, it hurts so much, Chang Qingsen aaaah." Feng Yuhuai bit her lips until they bled, staring dead at the house behind the curtains.

Inside the house, Chang Qingsen's fingers flew, rapidly threading the needle through the Rag Doll.

Suddenly, his movements froze, as if time had stopped at this moment.

He gently lifted the needle tip, bringing it to his nose to sniff lightly. A strange feeling welled up in his heart; he smelled a familiar yet thrilling scent.

"This is the smell of blood, but Rag Doll, why would you be bleeding?"

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