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

Zhao Jia, whose pseudonym is Zhao Yongwei, moved here only two days ago.

He had only one purpose in moving here, which was to confirm that the palace laborer would die today.

The confirmation means that if Gong Lao ends his life today as agreed, he will act as a good and enthusiastic neighbor, rush to the scene in time, help put out the fire, and protect the scene and the suicide note;

And if Gong Lao hesitates at the last moment and fails to fulfill his oath, he has to help Gong Lao muster up the courage to complete his mission.

There is no way, too many people in this world are dishonest.

Many people who clearly promised to do well, but regretted it at the last moment of life and death. It's not that the people behind Zhao Jia didn't believe in palace labor, but adding an extra layer of "insurance" was also for safety reasons.

This is not only responsible for the palace labor, but also for the more than 100 prison guards who died in the death row today. They must not die in vain.

At this moment, Zhao Jia was standing by the window, looking down at the smashed corpse downstairs. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help but want to curse:

"The charred bodies are almost cold, and the people from the patrol room haven't come yet. Damn it, if they don't come, the next door will have to disguise the scene again."

According to Zhao Jia's plan, the head catcher from the patrol room should arrive earlier than the people from the second prison.

After all, the patrol house is only a ten-minute drive away from here, but the second prison is in the suburbs. It takes at least 40 minutes to get here.

Therefore, when Feng Mu and others arrived at the scene, the scene should have been cordoned off and protected by the patrol room. How could Feng Mu and others be allowed to swagger into the crime scene.

After all calculations, the palace laborer who was most likely to go wrong kept his promise. As a result, the patrol room had no sense of time at all.

The anger in Zhao Jia's chest was like hot oil cooking his heart. He gently pressed his forehead against the door, holding his breath with all his strength, trying to eavesdrop on any slight sound in the next room.

He seemed to hear the sound of typing on the keyboard, but just by listening to the sound, he couldn't guess what the bytes spelled out by the keyboard were.

Just when Zhao Jia was thinking wildly and gritted his teeth and decided to push out the door and go to the next door to find out what was going on, the sound of dense footsteps suddenly came from the opposite door.

He immediately restrained his breath, carefully brought his eyes close to the cat's eye, and peeked into the corridor through the small hole.

Zhao Jia is not a prison guard in the second prison. On the surface, he has nothing to do with the prison system.

Therefore, he should not know any of the people who came out of the house.

But in fact, Zhao Jia knew Feng Mu, or he had seen Feng Mu's photo, and knew something about this person. He knew that this person was the "dog leg" hired by Qian Huanxin, the warden of the second prison.

And just when Feng Mu's information flashed through Zhao Jia's mind, his heart suddenly shivered, his pupils suddenly shrank into needlepoints, and a chill shot up from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Through the peephole, he saw Feng Mu in the corridor suddenly stop, turning his head and staring straight at his peephole.

The black and white pupils were as cold as metal, and in the next moment, they turned blood-like scarlet, and two magatama stars spun out strangely.

Zhao Jia had never seen such weird eyes. For a moment, he felt a terrifying feeling of being seen through the door and seeing his soul.

He blinked hard, and the strange pair of eyes outside the cat's eyes returned to normal. This made Zhao Jia feel relieved, thinking that what he had just glimpsed was an illusion.

However, the next second, his heart jumped to his throat, and he confirmed that what he just saw was not an illusion.

Because a cold and playful laughter was breaking through the door.

"Tell me, am I right? Well, how should I call you correctly? A good neighbor who is enthusiastic about putting out fires, or a murderer hiding behind the door?"

Bang——

The iron security door seemed to have been hit hard by the tail of a giant python, and suddenly bulged sharply inward, twisting and deforming like a wave.

Under the influence of that powerful impact, the entire door was overwhelmed and began to twist and deform. The cat's eye cracked with a harsh rattling sound, forming a crack as thin as a little finger.

Through this crack, the sound that penetrated the door became clearer and more frightening, as if with an indescribable malice, it pierced Zhao Jia's eardrums.

"Compared to the name Zhao Yongwei, Zhao Jia is a more suitable name for the murderer, what do you think?"

The broken cat's eye fragments hit Zhao Jia's forehead, leaving a bright blood mark. Zhao Jia's pupils bulged, as if his eyes were attracted by magnets, staring at the terrifying face outside the door.

Although the features on the face were handsome and there was a seemingly gentle smile hanging on the corner of the mouth, in Zhao Jia's eyes, this face seemed to be covered with a dark veil, revealing a chilling... The eerie atmosphere.

Zhao Jia was confused and frightened: "How do you know my name is Zhao Jia? Do you know me?"

The blood in Feng Mu's eyes flashed away. Although [Blood-striped Eyes] was limited by his own cognitive limitations, he would sometimes hide some prefix information, but he never avoided or concealed his true name.

In front of these eyes, you can hide your identity, but you cannot hide your true name.

But Zhao Jia didn't know that. He only felt that the curve of Feng Mu's lips was unpredictable, and he felt that he was all exposed or betrayed.

Feng Mu grinned, showing a mouth full of white teeth. He didn't explain at all, but said with a smile:

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"It seems that you admitted that you killed the palace worker and forged his suicide note. Tell me, who sent you to kill and silence him?"

Zhao Jia's face was ferocious. He was frightened by the sudden exposure of his identity and swallowed up by the anger of being maliciously framed. He shouted:

"I didn't kill the person you slandered, and I didn't forge a suicide note!"

Feng Mu completely ignored Zhao Jia's fierce sophistry. He turned his head as if nothing had happened, his eyes swept over Gong Qi, and then slowly passed over the faces of those who looked shocked.

His tone was unexpectedly gentle, like a patient teacher discussing an insignificant academic issue with a group of dull students in class:

"He said he didn't kill him, but I firmly believe it was him; he denied forging a suicide note, but I confirmed his crime. So, do you think, who of us is true and who is false?"

Guan Zhong and others looked at the scene in front of them, and they suddenly felt that Gong Lao might not have committed suicide, and that his suicide note was forged by this fake neighbor.

Wait, so, both suicide notes are fake? ! !

No, something is wrong...

Suddenly, their minds fell into extreme confusion, and they felt that they really couldn't distinguish between true and false.

But, in this chaos, a vague new understanding is coming to mind, like a candlelight in the darkness, leading them to the right path:

What you see is not important, what you hear is not important, what is true or false is not important, what is important is...

Gong Qi laughed loudly. He stepped over Feng Mu, raised his arm and swung it forward. His arm turned into a whip shadow and hit the door hard. The whole door broke with a hiss.

Gong Qi stretched out his right arm, and his five fingers made a creepy sound like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and grabbed Zhao Jia's neck, while at the same time he let out a sinister laugh:

"My junior brother said you killed the person, so you did it. My junior brother said you forged your suicide note, so you forged it. If you still don't admit it, then die!!!"

The confusion in the eyes of Guan Zhong and others faded away. Guan Zhong's eyes lit up, he roared and followed Gong Qi, charging towards Zhao Jia.

Yes, what you see is not important, what you hear is not important, whether it is true or false is not important, what is important is...which side are you on! ! !