Chapter 401

"A bit strange."

Feng Mu, through the crowd, his pupils constantly shifting focus, observed the medical district inside the tent.

Gong Qi likewise scanned a few glances, yet did not perceive anything amiss; he looked at Feng Mu with suspicion:

"It's just a pile of medical equipment, looks pretty high-end; is there something wrong?"

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and replied:

"After all, they put on a grand joint examination competition; even if just for show, the school set up a medical district — that's not strange. What's strange is that this equipment is too high-end, and it's free too; that doesn't look like going through the motions anymore, but rather like they actually care."

Gong Qi froze for a moment, seemed to catch the drift a little, but hadn't fully figured it out, and asked doubtfully:

"Is caring a bad thing?"

This question, if swapped to the previous life, caring would naturally be extremely good; formalism is unacceptable.

But swapped to this current world, if the higher-ups care about the people below, you'd better switch your thinking to consider the problem, otherwise...

Feng Mu withdrew his gaze, did not directly answer Gong Qi's question, but instead countered with another question:

"Fifth Senior Brother, do you think life has a price?"

Gong Qi nodded as a matter of course, answering without hesitation: "Of course."

Feng Mu murmured: "Right, life has a price; are the lives of a few students worthy of those instruments rarely seen even in hospitals?"

Gong Qi suddenly realized, only then reacting that things did indeed seem a bit abnormal.

His face immediately revealed an excited expression: "Little Junior Brother, you mean Eternal Life Technology has a problem, so, what do we do?"

Feng Mu pondered for a few seconds, shook his head and said: "Not necessarily that something will happen, but in any case, everyone pay a bit of attention."

Feng Mu isn't a meddlesome personality; whatever schemes Eternal Life Technology plots behind the scenes, as long as they don't land on his head, he can't be bothered to care.

He merely felt that the medical ethics displayed by that female doctor just now were overly noble, as if she had an extraordinary interest in his stupid Imoto.

If Eternal Life Technology's attention toward Feng Yuhuai was merely because they observed some unusual aspects of her and wanted to extract her blood for experiments.

Or more directly capture her back to study as a lab rat, Feng Mu would not feel surprise, nor would he interfere.

After all, this world is full of all kinds of bad people; no matter from where one suddenly pops out, harboring whatever ill intentions, none are worth him making a big fuss over.

Feng Mu merely suddenly associated it with the E Corpse Teaching.

"Could it be people from the E Corpse Teaching have come? Calculating the time, it seems about right for them to take the bait too."

Feng Mu mused silently in his heart, a trace of anticipation quietly climbing into his heart.

【E Iron】's digestion speed has increased by a lot; in other words, 【E Iron】's collection must be put back on the agenda.

His gaze once again swept over that stretch of snow-white tents in the medical district, a flash of deep meaning flitting through his eyes, then he unobtrusively withdrew his gaze again, slowly merging into that bustling, lively crowd.

Deep in his heart, Feng Mu faintly sensed a premonition: this Martial Arts Joint Examination before him would not conclude peacefully; perhaps unexpected twists and turns would occur.

But Feng Mu is not an omnipotent God either; at this moment he also cannot predict in advance that the commotion coming up would far, far exceed his imagination.

Zhou Hu stepped through No. 8 Middle School's main gate, instantly attracted by the lively scene of the Martial Arts Joint Examination before his eyes.

On the playground, voices boiled, colorful flags fluttered, slogans and banners hung all around; the entire campus was enveloped in a fervent crowd.

However, what made Zhou Hu feel most at ease was not this extraordinarily lively scene, but those cameras broadcasting live on site.

They were like pairs of sharp eyes, quietly watching every corner of the playground, recording every moment.

Zhou Hu looked up and saw cameras densely distributed in every corner of the campus; some suspended high on lamp posts, some hanging on trees, some directly circling in mid-air.

In addition, the distinguished guests seated on the presidium, and the figures of Patrol Bureau constables on the playground, also added a share of solemnity and order to the entire joint examination.

In an instant, Zhou Hu's sense of security practically exploded.

"Staying at home alone, one might meet misfortune due to various accidents; but here, under the watch of countless eyes and cameras, I surely won't die accidentally, right?"

Zhou Hu looked around, gazing at that century-old stele standing erect in the very center of the playground, a wise smile of being convinced by his own wisdom appearing on his face.

On the extraordinarily lively spectator stands, Red Dragonfly lazily leaned against the seat, steadily holding a cup of milk tea in hand.

She bit the straw, with slightly heavy force; the straw gradually deformed under her biting and chewing.

Those eyes behind the sunglasses, like a dark abyss, gaze calm and waveless, indifferently scanning the medical district not far away.

As her gaze shifted, it landed on Feng Yuhuai's back as she slowly walked out.

"Target discovered; make a move? This school has annoying eyes everywhere."

Red Dragonfly bit the straw while her tongue coating strangely trembled, emitting sound waves ordinary people cannot hear.

On a curb at the edge of the playground, Wild Beast squatted there in a very undignified posture.

He wore a pair of loose shorts, his shoe sole stepping on a sturdy manhole cover; rustling sounds came from beneath the manhole cover.

"Don't act rashly; I feel it's not good; there's a rotten stench in the air; the rat swarm that followed me is restless; something's off."

Wild Beast's voice answered through the communication Crystal Yuan embedded in his molars:

"This campus hides unseen danger."

In the cracks of the manhole cover, densely packed black creatures could faintly be seen wriggling; pairs of blood-red eyes peered through the cracks at the outside world, revealing startled, irritable anger.

"Not only does this campus have a problem, even the target..."

The master of ceremonies stood at the cafeteria entrance, posture straight, wearing a plain casual outfit.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, a cheap sugar-water ice pop clamped in his mouth.

The ice pop, under the "sunlight," rippled with a turbid orange-yellow, like melted wax.

As he spoke, the ice pop gently wriggled in his mouth, occasionally making a "pop" sound, mixed with the sound of saliva being swallowed:

"The target's body is very strange; although she disguises herself flawlessly, those so-called high-tech eyes may not see through her disguise, yet she cannot deceive these eyes of mine."

As he spoke, the master of ceremonies' eyelids flipped up for an instant; his entire eyeballs instantly rolled white, turning a heart-palpitating dead white.

On his eyeball, a bizarre phantom flashed past — it was a humanoid figure half flesh-and-blood, half red thread.

The flesh part was warm and lustrous; blood seemed to still be faintly flowing, emitting a faint bloody scent;

The red thread portion seemed to extend from another dimension, its lines twisted and qiyi, wriggling as if alive.

It looked as though half of a living person had been cut away and sewn into a red rag doll, or as though half a rag doll's body had qiyi grown out from within this person's body.

The two sides were joined so tightly that one could not tell at a glance which was the main body and which was parasitism...

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