Chapter 467: A Peaceful Family?

When Feng Yuhuai crawled out of the Underground Shaft, the Upper City's backside had dimmed considerably.

Unlike the damp darkness of the Underground Pipe, the air above ground was stagnant enough to suffocate, thick with the cloying stench of rust and rotting flesh.

The Campus was deathly silent.

The hollow windows of the Teaching Building were like countless open mouths, yet made not a sound;

the corridors that should have echoed with reading voices now held only the rustle of papers turned by the wind;

no sweating figures were seen on the Playground track, only patches of dark brown foul blood seeping into the plastic granules.

Even the Jiaoyu Director, who loved to scold students, was nowhere to be seen.

Oh, no, he was there, embedded at a strange angle between the two gilded characters of "No. 8 Middle School," shattered skull and brain tissue deeply soaked into the stone.

It was clear the Jiaoyu Director had gotten his wish—he would be "immortalized" together with No. 8 Middle School.

And under the Jiaoyu Director's gaze, hundreds of teachers and students, in various twisted postures, whole or fragmented, slept on the Playground.

Several members of the Organization lounged, each sitting cross-legged on monster corpses.

Their eyelids drooped, their blood-stained uniforms open, playing with the monsters' severed limbs in their hands.

Whenever a breeze passed, they would suddenly lift their heads, their eyes scanning the surroundings, as if expecting some corner to spew out another escaped monster so they could continue this "game."

Outside the School Gate, black vans bearing the Incineration Plant logo lined up in a long dragon, with sanitation cleaning trucks following closely behind, high-pressure water hoses spraying the ground.

Workers in pairs were carrying out textbook-style synergy operations.

"Old Wang, this corpse is fairly intact—yours, Incineration Plant!"

"Got it! Cough—, then these piles of severed limbs are hard work for the sanitation brothers."

Both sides nodded friendly greetings, even helping each other carry chunks of corpses.

Clear division of labor, no contention, practiced coordination, a picture of harmonious and orderly bliss.

Feng Yuhuai gazed at the Campus with vacant eyes, her whole person as if she had lost her soul.

Feng Ju noticed his daughter's low spirits, and he sighed to comfort her:

"Yuhuai, don't be too sad—everyone dies sooner or later!"

His face full of emotion, he sighed, his gaze sweeping, and he saw two familiar figures outside the Police Line.

"Hey, I still have things to handle here—you go home with your Mother and your brother first."

Feng Ju patted his daughter's shoulder and led her out of the Campus.

Outside the Police Line.

Feng Mu supported the barely-standing, sobbing Mother Wang Xiuli, his heart complex, his face gently comforting her:

"Mom, it's alright—look, isn't that Dad and your sister? They're both fine, your heart can settle back into your stomach."

Wang Xiuli's five fingers dug hard into Feng Mu's arm; when Feng Ju brought Feng Yuhuai close, Wang Xiuli suddenly reached out with her other hand and grabbed her daughter's wrist in one clutch.

Her ten fingers were abnormally forceful, her knuckles white from the strain, as if only such real touch could prove the children before her were living and breathing.

Rather than turned into bloody minced meat in the school, forever seeping into the ground, or casually sorted and swept into a "winnowing basket."

Wang Xiuli's throat seemed blocked, unable to utter a word.

Feng Ju coughed once, frowning:

"Enough, our family is all fine—what are you crying for?"

After speaking, he turned his head and waved to someone nearby, ordering:

"You drive them home."

A Patrol Bureau team member immediately trotted over, ordered to start the Blue White Car.

Feng Ju hesitated a moment, then took off the camera from his shoulder.

He weighed the heavy equipment, finally handing it to Feng Mu: "Take this home and keep it safe."

Pausing, he deliberately softened his voice a few degrees:

"You all go home first. I'll report to the Special Commissioner and then come home. Tonight, our whole family will eat a Reunion Dinner—I have something very important to tell you."

Feng Ju didn't let his son carry the camera because he trusted him more; it was just that the equipment was too heavy, and he couldn't bear to let his wife and daughter carry it.

Therefore, he didn't notice his daughter's hand slightly lifting and then lowering.

As for why he didn't just take the camera to the Special Commissioner himself, Feng Ju had his own considerations.

First, he wasn't sure what content the camera had captured, or whether it had enough value.

The Special Commissioner only cared about 【the Mask】; everything else was worthless in his eyes.

Bringing some time-wasting thing to bother his superior—he, Feng Ju, wasn't that tactless.

Second, if the camera's content was indeed valuable, then it was all the more necessary to carefully consider how to use it properly.

Just stupidly handing it over was the kind of foolish thing a greenhorn would do.

Besides, the camera wouldn't fly away by itself—watching and organizing it after returning home in the evening wasn't too late.

His most urgent task right now was, on the way to see the Special Commissioner, to quickly find that damn livestream and watch it carefully from start to finish.

……..

The Blue White Car sped along, the wheels making a rustling sound against the ground.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy, as if shrouded by an invisible haze.

After experiencing great sorrow and great joy, Wang Xiuli's spirit suddenly relaxed, and exhaustion like a tide engulfed her.

Feng Yuhuai, meanwhile, seemed restless, her gaze unsettled, the corner of her eye unconsciously glancing at the camera Feng Mu held tightly.

Her brain began to wander uncontrollably:

"My boyfriend was exposed on a livestream—this is simply a nightmare, too terrifying. But that's not the scariest part; what's scarier is…"

All the way, Feng Yuhuai sat on pins and needles, her fingertips tapping uneasily on her knee.

She suppressed the impulse to take out her phone—guilty conscience, not daring to look up her own livestream online in front of others.

Finally home, she didn't even have time to change her shoes, taking three steps at a time as she rushed into the restroom.

Sitting on the toilet lid, her trembling fingers slid open her phone, not forgetting to turn the volume to silent, and began searching online.

Compared to Imoto, Feng Mu was far more filial.

He first helped Wang Xiuli back to her room, coaxing Mother to sleep in a soft voice.

Only after hearing Mother's even breathing did he pick up the camera and return to his own room.

As he pushed open the door, a familiar yet unfamiliar aura rushed toward him.

The room's layout had barely changed, only the wardrobe held more clutter piled up messily.

Though he had been away from home for not long, Feng Mu felt as if an eternity had passed.

He placed the camera on the desk, a thought-provoking smile appearing on his face.

He was also quite curious what the camera had recorded, but he was not as flustered as Imoto.

After all, he acted openly and aboveboard, so he wouldn't worry about being secretly filmed by the camera.

Gently closing the room door, Feng Mu lay back on the hard wooden bed for the first time in a long while.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, and suddenly two pairs of pale magatama appeared in the whites of his eyes, spinning faintly.

Just now in the sewer it was truly inconvenient; now he could finally relax and properly examine the "performance feedback" sent by "Zheng Hang"...

End of Chapter