Chapter 237: He's Staring at Me!!! Who Doesn't Wear a Mask?

——Congratulations, Yuhuai. Now that you have successfully passed the game's trial for the second time, the bond between us has grown even stronger.

Therefore, please allow me to address you directly as Yuhuai!

——Now, Yuhuai, you may continue to bathe in the lights and enjoy the brightness and warmth of your successful recharge!

——I will always pay attention and look forward to witnessing your wonderful performance in the next round of the game, keep it up~

After sending the affectionate blessing text message, Feng Mu did not attach his own name.

In his heart, a best big brother's love and care for his younger sister should be like the second male lead in those romance dramas.

Always silently waiting in unknown corners, quietly giving, but never stepping to the forefront, never stealing the spotlight or confessing, not expecting any return or gratitude.

Such guardianship is the deepest, purest, most sincere, most selfless, and most worthy of being sung love!

Feng Mu himself was moved by his own deep affection, and the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.

However, Feng Yuhuai, who had just walked out from near the murder scene, did not seem to appreciate it much.

She frowned tightly, her complexion gloomy as she stared at the mobile phone screen, and the indomitable struggle will in her heart seemed to be doused by a basin of cold water, cooling instantly.

Just like a branding iron glowing red-hot in a furnace, being constantly hammered and shaped, but suddenly having its temperature extinguished by ice water falling from the sky, her whole body from head to foot was filled with a bone-piercing chill, and that eerie cold air made her involuntarily shiver on the spot.

"He actually didn't need me to report to know that my mission was completed. Could it be that he is nearby right now, silently watching my every move?"

Feng Yuhuai's cheeks twitched slightly, and her gaze quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to find something.

Her gaze passed through the deep alley opposite, looking up at the extinguished vast night sky, and her peripheral vision swept over the eerie tree shadows swaying in the wind beside her.

Clearly there was no one around, yet she felt that everywhere, in all directions, pairs of invisible eyes were hiding, staring at her without blinking in the endless darkness.

The only light source was herself and the mobile phone screen lit in her hand, simply making it feel like the road beneath her feet was... light within black?!

Ma Xuan hung up the phone, and after thinking it over left and right, he still felt uneasy.

He glanced at the time, and finally decided to take off his pajamas and put on his usual outfit for going out.

He tiptoed out of his own bedroom and carefully pushed open the door to the bedroom next door.

Through the narrow crack in the door, he looked for a while at the beautiful woman sleeping soundly on the bed and the chubby baby beside her, and a warm smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Afterwards, he gently closed the door, afraid of disturbing the mother and son's peaceful sleep.

Ma Xuan put on his shoes, tiptoed to lock the door, and left home somewhat reluctantly.

A few seconds later, Ma Xuan entered the elevator, took out his glasses from his pocket while facing the bright, polished elevator doors, and then raised his head—the smile on his face had already faded, restoring his usual cold expression when meeting people.

Ma Xuan recalled that Chang Wei often looked at him displeasedly, thinking he was too pretentious, wearing a mask every day to face people, but he never retorted or explained.

Because he felt from the bottom of his heart that 【the mask】 was an essential skill for human survival, and there were only two kinds of people in this world who didn't need to wear 【a mask】.

One kind was newborn babies, who hadn't learned yet!

The other kind was... dead people, they didn't need to act anymore!

Ma Xuan knocked on the door a few times; the door was not locked, and it opened with just a gentle push.

The scene behind the door made his pupils suddenly contract—a female corpse was hanging there, a thin red thread tied around her neck, the other end firmly nailed into the ceiling, her appearance terrifying and shocking.

Ma Xuan had seen this woman's photo on Chang Wei's phone and knew this female corpse should be Chang Wei's older sister.

Ma Xuan stood at the door and called out Chang Wei's name twice in a very vigilant voice; the house was deathly silent, with no response.

He stood with both feet in place, turned half his body slightly, carefully poked his head into the door, and looked into the living room.

The interior of the house was exceptionally tidy; besides the hanging female corpse and a few drops of blood dripping beneath the corpse, no second bloodstain was seen in the room, nor were there obvious signs of a struggle.

Ma Xuan's heart was full of doubts, but his shoe soles never stepped into the house from beginning to end.

He kept his distance, stood at the door, and calmly dialed the Patrol Bureau's alarm call.

Half an hour later.

Ma Xuan stood in front of the doorway, looking at the scene cordoned off with lines, as a female corpse covered with a white cloth was carried away.

Ma Xuan turned to the constable who was taking a statement and asked in a low voice: "Is there only one corpse inside the room?"

The constable yawned, seeming somewhat distracted, and just casually responded with a sound.

Ma Xuan's heart trembled, recalling the strange sound from the phone just now; he realized that his previous thought had been too arbitrary.

There was a third kind of person in this world who also didn't need to wear 【a mask】 to perform, because they couldn't even find a face.

Chang Wei had gone missing, just like his nephew Chang Qingsen, also missing!

The constable recorded in his notebook while looking at Ma Xuan with a scrutinizing gaze: "At this hour, why did you appear at someone else's home?"

Ma Xuan opened his mouth, originally intending to tell all about that strange phone call, but when the words reached his lips, a face inexplicably appeared in his mind, and then, ghostly, he concealed the key content of the phone call.

He replied calmly:

"Tonight, I received a call from Chang Wei at home, but he didn't make a sound on the phone; I felt it was strange, so after calling back, there was still no one speaking on the phone; I felt a bit uneasy, so I came over to take a look, but I didn't expect..."

Ma Xuan paused, then added: "After I came over, the door opened with a push, and then I called the police; I didn't enter the room."

By the time the constable finished recording everything, it was already past midnight.

After the constable finished recording, Ma Xuan wearily sat back into his own car.

He lit a cigarette, took several deep drags, and smoke filled the car interior.

He held the cigarette butt between his fingers, picked up his phone, opened the contact list, and his fingertips wandered back and forth over two names.

After a moment of contemplation, he deeply exhaled a smoke ring, dialed Qian Huan's phone, and pressed the recording button on the screen with his finger.

"Hello, Prison Warden Qian, Chang Wei is in trouble, it's like this... yes, I just finished giving my statement and left the scene; no corpse of Chang Wei was found at the scene; I called his phone, and it showed it was powered off; yes, Chang Wei is missing, just like his nephew, alive not seen, dead no body!"

Ma Xuan hung up the phone and played the phone recording back by his ear several times, especially Prison Warden Qian Huan's tone and intonation after hearing the news; he listened especially carefully, over and over again.

"The Prison Warden's tone changed very obviously, too much like an act; did I guess wrong, but it's also uncertain—is the Prison Warden just too good at acting?"

As someone accustomed to wearing 【a mask】, Ma Xuan naturally was accustomed to looking at other people's 【masks】 through tinted glasses; the more realistic it looked, the more suspicious he became instead.

Ma Xuan frowned tightly and dialed another call, likewise pressing the recording button.

"Hello, Big Brother Zhou Hu, Chang Wei is in trouble..."

Ma Xuan's words were only half-spoken when they were interrupted by the furious voice on the other end of the phone:

"It's definitely Qian Huan who did it, damn it, this is definitely his retaliation warning, don't be afraid, I'll report upwards right away, Qian Huan doing this breaks the rules!"

Ma Xuan likewise listened to the recording several times repeatedly, but Zhou Hu didn't even think before directly insisting it was the Prison Warden who did it.

"Both people's reactions are very realistic, neither seems like acting, so who should I believe? Or perhaps, I shouldn't believe either of them?"

Ma Xuan extinguished the cigarette butt, turned off the phone, the car interior sank into pitch darkness, he rubbed his stiff cheeks, staring blankly out the car window, at the equally pitch-black cold darkness where not a single speck of light could be seen...

(End of Chapter)