Chapter 518: Two Feng Mus?!!!

The night was dark as ink, several black official vehicles filed out one after another, driving out of the iron gate of the Second Prison.

On the back seat of the last vehicle, a figure wrapped in a trench coat lay flat, rising and falling slightly with the vehicle's jolts, like a corpse being hurriedly carried away.

The car reached an uninhabited fork in the road, and its speed suddenly dropped.

Guan Zhong in the front passenger seat raised his hand to signal, and Jiang Li tacitly stepped on the brake.

The engine rumbled as it extinguished, and the car fell into a brief silence.

The trench coat figure in the back seat slowly sat up, the fabric rustling with a soft sound.

A pale hand emerged from the sleeve, fingertips tracing along their own jawline, then suddenly pinched the zygomatic bone hard, and the face skin actually sank in like clay.

Guan Zhong's Adam's apple rolled once.

Although his loyalty to Feng Mu had long been carved into his bone marrow, at this moment he was still terrified by this horrific scene, his spine chilling.

Driver Jiang Li instead peeked through the rearview mirror, just seeing a flash of cold light between that person's thumb and index finger, seeing three silver needles pass through flesh in and out, the needle tails still stained with bright red blood.

"Hiss—"

The sound of sewing with needle and thread was especially piercing in the enclosed carriage.

The needle tip shuttled between facial skin and muscle, like a tailor adjusting an ill-fitting opera costume.

The eyelids were pulled up, the bridge of the nose became more angular, and even the curve of the corners of the mouth began to approach a certain familiar appearance...

Jiang Li felt his scalp go numb just looking, and his eyes hurt from being pricked.

Guan Zhong's throat was dry, looking at the man before him who was becoming more and more like the Minister, he almost couldn't suppress drawing his gun and shooting this man in the forehead.

He would not allow anyone to dare impersonate the Minister's appearance.

Oh, it was the Minister's order.

Then it was fine.

"Here, the Minister asked me to give this to you."

Guan Zhong's voice was hoarse, taking out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, the temple creases were brand new, the lenses emitting a faint coating luster.

The style was the same pair as the glasses Feng Mu wore.

Guan Zhong stiffly handed over the glasses, subconsciously avoiding touching the hand that received them.

In the rearview mirror, a face ninety percent similar to Feng Mu slowly raised, only the eyes had a slight flaw.

One can paint the bones and skin but not the spirit—that is the reason.

The eyes are the window to a person's soul, the hardest to disguise, but the solution is often the simplest.

The silver needles were suddenly withdrawn into the sleeve, the man took the glasses, and the moment they were put on the black-rimmed frames, the lenses' cover just happened to hide the last flaw.

Jiang Li and Guan Zhong simultaneously drew in a sharp breath; even knowing the person behind was fake, they almost couldn't resist raising a hand to salute.

Too similar!

No, this could no longer be called "similar," it was the Minister himself!

Guan Zhong's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, then handed over another palm-sized sealed bag.

It looked like an evidence bag, but was actually material cut from a professional corpse bag, leak-proof, odor-proof, and waterproof, specially used to package those "special fragments" unfit to see the light.

"Does Feng Mu have anything else to explain?"

The "Feng Mu" in the back seat asked Feng Mu if he had anything to explain; the scene was truly eerie.

As he spoke, he also pricked his neck several times with a needle, and the tone of his vocal cord vibration instantly became exactly the same as Feng Mu's.

Guan Zhong lowered his voice with a solemn expression:

"The Minister asked me to remind you of one thing: the hospital is guarding his Senior Brother Li Bashan, so be extremely careful, and don't really die!"

No more speaking came from the back seat, only a barely audible door sound, and the figure had already vanished without a trace.

After three seconds of silence, the engine roared again, and the vehicle accelerated to catch up with the motorcade ahead.

Jiang Li glanced at the rearview mirror several more times with lingering fear, then looked at the silent Guan Zhong and asked:

"Strange, we actually have such a figure hidden in our Second Prison, not one of our prison guards—I know all the prison guards' faces. Could it be, hidden among the prisoners?"

Bang!

Guan Zhong slammed his plaster-cast arm hard into the storage compartment in front of the car, his whole face twisted with extreme self-reproach:

"After he put on the glasses, I actually couldn't tell real from fake!"

Plaster crumbs fell rustlingly,

"I deserve death, truly a crime deserving ten thousand deaths!"

Guan Zhong could not bear being deceived by a "fake"; did this not mean that if someday someone really impersonated the Minister, he would also fail to recognize them?

"I have betrayed the Minister's trust; my loyalty to the Minister is still far from enough!!!"

Guan Mu's face was full of shame; he felt he had to increase his loyalty, reaching the point where even if the Minister turned to ashes, he could still tell at a glance whether this pile of ashes was real or fake.

Jiang Li opened his mouth, originally wanting to persuade him with a word:

"That person disguised too well; it's normal you can't tell, this has nothing to do with loyalty, right."

But seeing Guan Zhong's eyes bloodshot, in a terrifying appearance as if he wanted to gouge out his own eyes, he wisely closed his mouth tightly.

Better not to talk nonsense, or he might be misunderstood as disloyal to the Minister.

Although Jiang Li asked himself his loyalty to the Minister had already reached one hundred percent.

But in the eyes of someone like Guan Zhong with three hundred percent loyalty, one hundred percent might very well be absolute disloyalty!

Jiang Li realized he probably couldn't persuade Guan Zhong, and thus understood a principle:

"I also have to increase my loyalty to the Minister; otherwise, sooner or later one day, I will be shot in the head by Guan Zhong on the charge of disloyalty."

Alas, elsewhere, one hundred percent is absolute loyalty.

But in the Internal Investigation Department, one hundred percent is merely the threshold of loyalty, can you believe it?!

The motorcade continued on its way.

In the back seat of the middle black sedan, Feng Mu sat with his eyes closed, resting his mind.

Liu Yi drove in the front, while Gong Qi sat in the passenger seat.

At this moment, Gong Qi held his phone, opened the navigation page, on which two red dots overlapping and moving together were marked.

Those two moving red dots were precisely the two Zone Chiefs they were going to visit.

"Distance to target: 7.6 kilometers."

Gong Qi looked at his phone, the corner of his mouth curving into an excited arc.

Clearly, Gong Qi had implanted a location mini-program into those two people's phones.

The implantation had not happened today, but several days ago, probably on the day the Internal Investigation Department was established.

Actually, it was not only those two Zone Chiefs whose phones had been implanted with such a program.

In the Second Prison, the vast majority of people's phones had received the same "treatment."

The long string of folded and hidden red dots in the bottom right corner of Gong Qi's phone was the strongest proof.

After all, the two characters "Internal Investigation" carry profound meaning; those who don't understand can savor it carefully.

As for how he implanted it, the method was simply too simple—a text message link.

The content of the text message could be an enticing winning notification, a tempting gambling invitation, an official illegal cooperation demand, or those titillating contents...

In short, all kinds of things, everything one could wish for.

And the original inspiration for this Internal Investigation System came from his junior disciple's casual mention of "social skills," with the initial demonstration subject being a female high school younger sister.

Now, Gong Qi had already learned to apply knowledge broadly, mastered it completely, surpassed his teacher, reaching a height even Feng Mu found hard to imagine.

It is worth mentioning that the vigilance of most people in the Second Prison was far inferior to that of the initial female high school student.

Most could not withstand a single round, falling to the same text message, having their phones captured by Gong Qi to become his informants.

Specifically which text message achieved such glorious feats is a secret of the Internal Investigation Department, not to be disclosed.

"Turn right into the side road."

Gong Qi said with a smiling face.

Liu Yi held the steering wheel, his peripheral vision involuntarily drifting toward that phone.

If he was not mistaken, he thought he had just now caught a glimpse of his own name among that string of dropdown red dots.

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