Chapter 337: You Didn't Lie, You Really Aren't

Under the pitch-black night sky.

On a certain quiet, deserted path.

Sun Yifei carried his heavy schoolbag, stepping lightly into this familiar path.

Every day after school, he would take a shortcut, climbing over walls to shorten his way home.

Only to see him bend slightly, gather his strength, then take a powerful run-up, his feet striking the ground heavily as his whole body leapt up like an agile monkey, clearing the five-meter-high wall.

His movements were perfect, his body tracing an arc of Carp Leaping Through Dragon Gate in midair, skillfully avoiding the glass shards standing upright on the wall top, his school uniform not torn in the slightest.

However, just as Sun Yifei's feet were about to land, several silver iron hands suddenly reached out from the shadows at the wall corner, as if they had been waiting for a long time, with the sound of tearing through the air, grabbing at him with chilling malice.

"【Mask】 You're under arrest, why don't you surrender?" A cold voice echoed in the night wind.

Sun Yifei was terrified, his mind went blank.

His back was struck tightly, he groaned and fell to the ground, the schoolbag strap tore, and books and stationery scattered all over the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, his back burning with pain, and turned his head to see several constables with grim faces surrounding him in a corner, each holding a cold mechanical arm pointed at him.

Sun Yifei's heart pounded wildly; he had never encountered such a situation, and now he was scared to death.

He was just an ordinary high school student, although he had recently had some strange encounters, picking up a bottle of pills under a certain bridge cave, his martial arts strength advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had hope of entering the Martial Arts Key Class in the next exam.

But he really wasn't any 【Mask】; in fact, he didn't even know what a 【Mask】 was.

Sun Yifei was so nervous his voice trembled; he hurriedly explained: "I'm not 【Mask】, you've caught the wrong person."

The constables surrounding him exchanged glances, their eyes full of grimness, unmoved as they tightened the encirclement, stepping closer to Sun Yifei step by step.

Not far behind them, a cold and ruthless voice came over:

"Whether you are 【Mask】 or not isn't up to you; it must be verified by us before it can be confirmed. No resistance, surrender, we'll verify it soon."

Sun Yifei's heart pounded like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat; his body's instinct urged him to escape quickly.

But the uniform on the constables was like an invisible barrier, making him hesitate, his raised arms felt as if filled with lead, falling back down heavily.

Sun Yifei's face struggled: "How do you want to verify?"

In response, several silver arms reached out from different directions, tightly gripping his shoulders and neck, like iron tongs firmly clamping him against the wall, leaving him unable to move.

Then they slowly made an opening, a pitch-black arm rapidly expanded in Sun Yifei's vision, suddenly covering his entire face.

Sun Yifei felt suffocated; the strength from that black hand was terrifyingly abnormal, with a strange smell of machine oil seeping into his skin, as if it wanted to tear his entire face, skin and flesh from the bone.

No, not as if, but...

In Sun Yifei's ears came a hair-raising tearing sound; intense pain made his head feel like it was splitting open. He opened his mouth in pain, wanting to shout, but his throat was tightly strangled, unable to make a sound, only squeezing out desperate gasps from the gaps in his throat.

In despair, Sun Yifei could only bite wildly with his teeth, but what entered his mouth was cold steel bars, shattering his teeth.

Hiss—hiss—

Snap!

The tearing sound of skin and flesh separating stopped abruptly; it was the crisp sound of bloody skin and flesh falling to the ground.

Sun Yifei's eyes widened, his bloody eyeballs almost falling out of his white eye sockets. He couldn't see his own face, but he could feel the wet sensation of wind brushing his cheeks.

Feng Ju gently withdrew his palm, expressionlessly watching the face before him that had lost its disguise. A hint of complex emotion showed in his eyes, then he sighed and said:

"Congratulations, you passed the verification. You didn't lie; you really aren't 【Mask】."

Feng Ju lightly waved his hand, and Dong Ping understood, easily loosening his palm. Sun Yifei could finally make a sound; his shrill scream immediately tore through the night's silence:

"My face, my face aaaah—"

That voice was shrill and piercing, filled with endless resentment and despair, echoing and drifting in the night, causing passersby in the distance to shiver all at once.

Most passersby hurriedly quickened their steps, quickly fleeing the source of the sound, but two or three young men, gathering their courage and curiosity, sneakily poked their heads toward the darkness.

Hearing the footsteps coming from outside, Feng Ju met Sun Yifei's resentful eyes and coldly laughed:

"Thank you for your cooperation, but remember, in your next life, don't easily believe what others say."

After speaking, Feng Ju no longer looked at Sun Yifei, but turned to look at Dong Ping, sighing emotionally:

"How naive students are nowadays. How many is this now? No, I must find time to tell my daughter too. She must know that outside, she absolutely cannot trust others easily, especially those like us wearing uniforms—she must be more vigilant, sigh—"

Dong Ping nodded in deep agreement, his hand crushed Sun Yifei's throat hard, then replied to Feng Ju:

"The sixth one. Except for one who dared resist, the other students were all cooperative. At this rate, in a few days, we can verify all the students on the list and complete the task assigned by the Special Commissioner."

At the same time, several other constables exerted force together, twisting Sun Yifei's limbs into a twisted shape, then like throwing trash, casually tossed him into the corner.

Dong Ping slowly bent down, picked up the face skin from the ground, gently placed it into a sealed transparent packaging bag, then stuffed it into the black briefcase.

At the same time, he took out a list from inside, and with a blood-dipped finger drew a red line across Sun Yifei's name, parallel to the several red lines above.

After doing all this, the several people withdrew the coldness on their faces, their expressions collectively turned grave, and they walked out with extreme heaviness.

Several young men who had been poking their heads met the grim-faced constables head-on, hurriedly stopped and were blocked outside. Then, under their gaze, a police line was quickly pulled up, isolating them from the crime scene inside.

Dong Ping furrowed his brows, his gaze sharply scrutinizing these young men, and asked in a serious tone:

"What are you few doing? Did you see any suspicious people just now?"

The several young men looked at each other, then shook their heads together, obviously not understanding Dong Ping's question.

Dong Ping didn't seem surprised by their answer. A flash of annoyance crossed his face; he spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground discontentedly and cursed:

"Late by a step again, letting the murderer escape. Damn it, how many times is this now? 【Mask】, you damn bastard!!!"

(End of Chapter)