The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

The heavy iron door swayed, but the needle inserted in the lock core remained unmoved. Wang Jiao stared at the extremely contrasting scene in front of him in amazement.

"Prison boss, what are you doing?" Wang Jiao's brain was a little out of order, and the fear was confused by the CPU in his head.

Chen Ya stood beside him and answered seriously: "I'm locking the door!"

Wang Jiao pointed to the horrible blood on the ground, his throat dry and hoarse: "They are all dead, dead, and you are still locking the door?"

Chen Ya's expression was serious and serious: "Yes, according to the division of labor in the plan, I will be responsible for guarding the door and preventing him from going out, and you will be responsible for killing him."

Wang Jiao stuttered: "But, but, you can't see that everyone is dead, we failed!"

Chen Ya frowned, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, as if to encourage everyone's morale in the past : "Aren't you still alive?"

Wang Jiao: "What?"

Chen Ya said in a deep and philosophical tone:

"As long as there is still one person alive during the mission, you can never say that there is no hope of completing the mission. You must believe in yourself and launch the final charge for your own destiny, and never give up or run away."

Wang Jiao: "..."

Wang Jiao looked at the prison boss's serious explanation. Suddenly, he felt a strange illusion, as if Chen Ya's face and another gentle smiling face were silently blending and overlapping.

Although the two faces, one is always full of smiles and the other is always full of seriousness, the unquestionableness when they explain the truth is exactly the same...

Wang Jiao's shoulders shrugged involuntarily, and his body twitched as if he was hit by an electric current, as if his soul was completely swallowed by fear, becoming stupid and confused.

He pointed his finger at Chen Ya for a while, and then at Feng Mu for a while.

He let out a terrifying laugh from his throat, holding his stomach and laughing until he was out of breath, tears came out of the corners of his eyes:

"Hahahaha, you are crazy, you are also crazy, you are both the same, I am the only normal person left, hahahahahaha——"

Wang Jiao didn't know that he was accidentally revealing the underlying label of Destiny at this moment - [Crazy]!

[Crazy]: Official members of Destiny, all of them are extremely paranoid lunatics, in order to achieve their goals, they will do anything, even risk their lives, and will never give up.

Empathy weakened by 50%, and fearlessness of death strengthened by 300%.

Chen Ya looked at Wang Jiao woodenly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and sighed to Feng Mu with some sadness: "He seems to be crazy."

Feng Mu carefully examined Wang Jiao, nodded in agreement, and said regretfully:

"Yes, he is crazy. It is difficult to reason with a madman. Fortunately, he still has a face, so you can deal with it."

Wang Jiao laughed even crazier, his face was distorted because of the laughter, as if he was laughing at the two of them, and as if he was laughing to himself:

"Two crazy people, they are in the same group, hahahaha, they said I am crazy, hahahahaha——"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Because a thin needle pierced into Wang Jiao's cheek, pierced his flesh, and deeply sank into his facial bones.

Immediately afterwards, one after another thin needles pierced into his cheeks like a rainstorm, and each needle brought piercing pain.

The laughter turned into a wail of pain, but the wail did not last long, because Chen Ya thought he was too noisy and gave him a needle in the throat.

"Don't move, it will be fine soon. Although I can kill you first, but in my experience, when people are alive, their muscles are more elastic and the cosmetic surgery effect is more realistic."

"You can't use anesthesia, because the facial expression after anesthesia will be too rigid, which will affect the final effect."

Chen Ya was like an experienced doctor, patiently comforting his surgical patients. At the same time, he also took out a mirror from his sleeve very considerately.

This mirror is not an ordinary glass product, but a string of fine silver needles cleverly arranged, each silver needle seems to be a pixel of the mirror.

Although its surface is not smooth, under the weak light, it can still vaguely reflect the outline of a human face.

Wang Jiao stared at the mirror with his eyes wide open, but saw that the face in the mirror was not his own face, but a face that was gradually deforming in a weird way.

As each string of needles and threads was precisely pulled out, the face in the mirror gradually lost its original features and became more and more consistent with Chen Ya's appearance. This gradual change made Wang Jiao shudder.

"Okay, the operation is successfully completed!" Chen Ya announced, with a sense of satisfaction in his voice.

Chen Ya lightly removed the last needle and thread, allowing Wang Jiao's eyes to fall on the brand new face in the mirror.

Then, he reached out and wiped "Chen Ya's" throat, ending his postoperative pain.

"Chen Ya" fell backwards on his back. At the last moment of his life, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the ground, and the bodies with incomplete limbs were scattered all over the ground.

Some lost their heads, some lost their chests, some lost their arms, and some lost their legs. They were arranged one by one in a row by Feng Mu with an almost obsessive-compulsive meticulousness.

At the edge of consciousness, a doubtful thought flashed: "Strange, why does it feel like there is an extra body?"

With this strange mystery, "Chen Ya" closed his eyes and died unwillingly.

Question:

How to use eight portions of meat to piece together nine bodies.

For this question, thanks to the explanation of "Young Justice Bao" in the previous life, Feng Mu followed suit and gave the answer to the mutilated corpses.

He did not have the cruel habit of crushing other people's heads, tearing off other people's shoulders, crushing other people's leg bones, etc. He did these cruel acts for a hidden purpose - to let another person "die" in prison.

Or in other words, to make him really become a ghost that does not exist in the second prison!

Of course, the corpses are not perfectly pieced together, and may not be able to completely escape the sharp eyes of the forensic doctor.

Fortunately, there is a skilled tailor standing next to him.

There is actually not much difference in skills between sewing clothes and sewing corpses.

Chen Ya gave the best proof of this with his own practice and experience. He is the artist who embroiders life on flesh and blood with needle and thread.

"Leave it to you." Feng Mu patted Chen Ya's shoulder and entrusted the task to him with a smile.

"Don't worry." Chen Ya answered confidently. He bent down and began to make the final treatment for the bodies that had been pieced together.

His movements were skillful and smooth, as if he was not dealing with flesh and blood, but soft cloth. He was just sewing the cloth into clothes again, as simple as breathing.

"Tailoring is art!" Feng Mu admired sincerely in his heart.

All this is a long story, but it only took a few minutes. After Chen Ya finished his tailoring work and carefully moved the bodies back to their original positions, Feng Mu nodded to him.

Then, he walked to the iron door and gently pulled out the needle on the lock core.

Behind him, there was no trace of living people, only the door of the incinerator shook slightly.

Feng Mu turned his head and gently pulled the iron door from the inside with his palm. Then, the iron door was suddenly knocked open by the impact of external force. A figure lost his balance, stumbled in, and directly crashed into his arms...