Chapter 304: True or False Doesn't Matter, What Matters Is

Zhao Ga, alias Zhao Yongwei, had only moved here two days ago.

His purpose in moving here was only one: to confirm that Gong Lao would die today.

By confirm, it meant that if Gong Lao followed the agreement and ended his own life today, he would play the role of an enthusiastic good neighbor, rush to the scene in time, help put out the fire, and protect the scene and the suicide notes;

whereas if Gong Lao hesitated at the last moment and failed to fulfill his vow, he would have to help Gong Lao summon the courage to complete the mission.

There was no helping it; there were too many people in this world who did not keep their word.

Many who had clearly agreed to be good people would go back on their word at the critical moment of life and death; the people behind Zhao Ga did not distrust Gong Lao, but adding an extra layer of "insurance" was also for safety's sake.

This was not only being responsible for Gong Lao, but even more for the over 100 Prison Guards of the Dead Security Bureau who sacrificed themselves today; they absolutely could not have died in vain.

At this moment, Zhao Ga stood by the window, looking down at the shattered corpse below, his face dark as a pot bottom, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly:

"The charred corpse is almost cold, yet the Patrol Bureau people still haven't arrived. Damn it, if they don't come soon, the neighbors are going to have to re-stage the whole scene."

According to Zhao Ga's planned expectations, the Patrol Bureau captain should have arrived a step earlier than the Second Prison people.

After all, the Patrol Bureau was at most a ten-minute drive from here, while the Second Prison was in the suburbs; reaching here would take no less than 40 minutes.

Therefore, by the time Feng Mu and the others arrived at the scene, the scene should have long been sealed and protected by the Patrol Bureau; how could Feng Mu and them swagger into the criminal's scene?

He calculated a thousand times, planned ten thousand times; the most likely hitch, Gong Lao, had actually kept his word, but the result was that the Patrol Bureau had no sense of time at all.

Anger burned in Zhao Ga's chest like hot oil searing the heart; he gently pressed his forehead against the door, held his breath with all his might, and tried to eavesdrop on any faint sound from the next room.

He seemed to hear the sound of keyboard tapping, but from the sound alone, he couldn't guess what bytes the keyboard was spelling out.

Just as Zhao Ga was letting his thoughts run wild, gritting his teeth and deciding to push the door out and investigate next door, dense footsteps suddenly came from the opposite door.

He immediately reined in his aura, carefully pressed his eye to the cat's eye, and through that tiny hole, secretly peered into the corridor.

Zhao Ga was not a Second Prison Guard; on the surface, he had no connection with the Prison System.

Therefore, for those people walking out from inside the room, he should not have recognized a single one.

But in reality, Zhao Ga knew Feng Mu, or rather he had seen Feng Mu's photo, knew something about this person, and knew this man was the "lackey" newly taken in by Prison Warden Qian Huan of the Second Prison.

And just as Feng Mu's information flashed through Zhao Ga's mind, suddenly, his heart gave a start, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a chill rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Through the cat's eye, he saw Feng Mu in the corridor suddenly stop, turn his head, and stare straight at his own cat's eye.

Black-and-white distinct pupils cold as metal; the next instant, they surged with a blood-like crimson, eerily rotating out two magatama.

Zhao Ga had never seen such eerie eyes; in a split second, he actually felt a horror as if his soul was being seen through the door.

He blinked hard; the eerie pair of eyes outside the cat's eye returned to normal, which let Zhao Ga breathe a sigh of relief, thinking what he had just glimpsed was an illusion.

However, in the very next second, his heart jumped into his throat; he confirmed that what he had just seen was absolutely not an illusion.

Because a cold, mocking laughter was breaking through the door.

"You tell me, am I right? Hmm, how should I address you correctly? The enthusiastic fire-fighting good neighbor, or the murderer hiding behind the door?"

Bang—

The iron anti-theft door seemed to have suffered a fierce strike from a giant python's tail, suddenly bulging inward sharply, twisting and deforming like a wave.

Under that powerful impact, the whole door could not bear the load and began to twist and deform; the cat's eye cracked with a harsh creaking sound, forming a crack the thickness of a pinky finger.

Through this crack, the sound penetrating the door panel became even clearer, even more piercing, as if carrying an indescribable malice, stabbing straight at Zhao Ga's eardrums.

"Compared to the name Zhao Yongwei, Zhao Ga is more suitable for a murderer's name, don't you think?"

Shattered cat's eye fragments hit Zhao Ga's forehead, scoring a bright bloody mark; Zhao Ga's pupils bulged, his gaze fixed like it was magnetized, deadlocked on that terrifying face outside the door.

Although the features on that face were handsome, the corners of the mouth wore a seemingly gentle smile, in Zhao Ga's eyes that face seemed veiled in a layer of dark gauze, exuding a bone-chilling gloomy aura.

Zhao Ga's mind was in chaos, he was horrified: "How do you know I'm called Zhao Ga? Do you know me?"

The blood color in Feng Mu's pupils flashed and vanished; the 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】, though limited by his own cognitive limits and sometimes hiding some prefix information, never avoided or concealed the display of true names.

Before these eyes, you can conceal your identity, but you cannot hide your true name.

But Zhao Ga didn't know that; he only felt the arc of Feng Mu's hooked lips was unfathomable, giving him a horror that he was completely exposed or had been betrayed by someone.

Feng Mu grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, not offering any explanation at all, but smiling:

"It seems you admit to killing Gong Lao and forging his suicide notes. Speak, who sent you to kill and silence?"

Zhao Ga's face turned ferocious; the panic of having his identity exposed was suddenly swallowed by the anger of being maliciously framed, and he roared:

"You're spouting blood! The person wasn't killed by me, and I didn't forge any suicide notes!"

Feng Mu completely ignored Zhao Ga's fierce quibbling; he turned his head as if nothing had happened, his gaze swept over Gong Qi, then slowly brushed over the faces of those people showing shock.

His tone was unexpectedly gentle, just like a patient teacher in a classroom discussing an unimportant academic question with a group of dull students:

"He says he didn't kill him, yet I firmly believe it was his doing; he denies forging the suicide notes, yet I am convinced of his crime. Then, what do you all think? Which of us is true and which is false?"

Guan Zhong and the others watched this scene before them; they now actually collectively felt that Gong Lao might really not have committed suicide, and that suicide note was forged by this fake neighbor.

Wait, so both suicide notes were forged?!

No, something's wrong...

Suddenly, their minds fell into utter chaos, feeling they really couldn't distinguish true from false.

But, right in the midst of this chaos, a faint, brand-new realization was rising in their hearts, like a candle in the darkness, guiding them onto the correct path:

What is seen is not important, what is heard is not important, true or false is not important; what is important is...

Gong Qi laughed loudly, he stepped past Feng Mu, raised his arm and flung it forward; his arm turned into a whip shadow, smashing heavily onto the door, the whole door splitting apart down the middle with a tearing sound.

Gong Qi's right arm extended and thrust out; his five fingers made a hair-raising sound like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, grabbing for Zhao Ga's neck, while his mouth let out a gloomy laugh:

"My junior brother says the person was killed by you, then it was killed by you; my junior brother says the suicide note was forged by you, then it was forged by you. You still won't admit it? Then die!!!"

The bewilderment in Guan Zhong and the others' eyes faded; Guan Zhong's eyes even brightened, he roared in anger and closely followed behind Gong Qi, pouncing on Zhao Ga to kill.

That's right, what is seen is not important, what is heard is not important, true or false is not important; what is important is... which side are you standing on?!!!

(End of Chapter)