Chapter 237 He Is Staring at Me!!! Who Doesn’t Wear a Mask?

——Congratulations, Yuhuai, as you successfully passed the test of the game for the second time, the bond between us has become stronger.

Therefore, please allow me to call you Yuhuai directly!

——Now, Yuhuai, you can continue to bathe in the light and enjoy the light and warmth of your successful recharge!

——I will always pay attention and look forward to witnessing your wonderful performance in the next round of the game, come on~

After sending the affectionate blessing text message, Feng Mu did not attach his own name.

In his heart, a best brother should love his sister like the second male lead in those love dramas.

Always waiting silently in an unknown corner, quietly giving, but never coming to the front, never stealing the spotlight or confessing, and not expecting any return or gratitude.

Such protection is the deepest, purest, most sincere, most selfless, and most worthy of praise love!

Feng Mu couldn't help but be moved by his deep affection, and his eyes were slightly moist.

However, Feng Yuhuai, who had just walked out of the crime scene, didn't seem to appreciate it too much.

She frowned and stared at the screen of her mobile phone with a gloomy face. The indomitable will to fight in her heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, cooling down instantly.

Just like the red-hot iron in the furnace, being constantly tempered and shaped, it was suddenly extinguished by the ice water falling from the sky. The whole person was filled with a chill from head to toe, and the chill made her shiver involuntarily.

"He knew that my mission was completed without my report. Could it be that he is nearby at this moment, silently watching my every move?"

Feng Yuhuai's cheek twitched slightly, and her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to find something.

Her eyes passed through the deep alley opposite, looking up at the huge night curtain with the lights turned off, and her residual light swept across the gloomy tree shadows swaying in the wind beside her.

Although there was no one in the room, she felt that there were pairs of invisible eyes everywhere, staring at her in the endless darkness.

The only light source was herself and the screen of her mobile phone, which made her feel that the road under her feet was...dark in the light? ! !

….

Ma Xuan hung up the phone, thinking about it and still felt uneasy.

He glanced at the time and finally decided to take off his pajamas and change into his usual clothes.

He walked out of his bedroom quietly and carefully opened the door of the bedroom next door.

Through the narrow crack of the door, he looked at the beautiful woman sleeping on the bed and the chubby baby next to her, and a warm smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

Then, he closed the door gently, fearing that he would disturb the peaceful sleep of the mother and son.

Ma Xuan put on his shoes, locked the door quietly, and left home a little reluctantly.

A few seconds later, Ma Xuan walked into the elevator, facing the shiny elevator door, slowly took out his glasses from his pocket, and when he looked up, the smile on his face had faded, returning to his usual cold expression.

Ma Xuan recalled that Chang Wei often disliked him and thought he was too pretentious. He wore a mask every day, but he never refuted or argued.

Because he felt from the bottom of his heart that [mask] was a necessary skill for human survival, and there were only two kinds of people in the world who didn't need to wear [mask].

One was a newborn baby, he hadn't learned it yet!

The other was... a dead person, he didn't need to act anymore!

Ma Xuan knocked on the door a few times, and the door was not locked, and it opened with just a slight push.

The scene behind the door made his pupils shrink suddenly - a female corpse was hanging there, with a thin red string tied around her neck, and the other end was firmly nailed to the ceiling, and the death was horrifying.

Ma Xuan had seen the photo of this woman on Chang Wei's mobile phone, and knew that the female corpse should be Chang Wei's sister.

Ma Xuan stood at the door and called Chang Wei's name twice in a very vigilant voice. There was a dead silence in the house and no one answered.

He stood on his feet, slightly turned half of his body, carefully put his head into the door, and looked into the living room.

The house was unusually clean. Except for the hanging female corpse and a little blood dripping under the female corpse, there was no second pool of blood in the house, and there was no obvious sign of fighting.

Ma Xuan was full of doubts, but his soles never stepped into the house.

He kept his distance, stood at the door, and calmly dialed the police station's alarm number.

Half an hour later.

Ma Xuan stood in front of the doorway of the building, looking at the scene blocked by the wire, and a female corpse covered with white cloth was carried away.

Ma Xuan turned to the head of the police who was taking notes and asked in a low voice: "Is there only one body in the room?"

The head of the police yawned and seemed a little absent-minded, just responding casually.

Ma Xuan's heart shuddered, and he remembered the strange voice on the phone just now. He realized that his previous thoughts were too arbitrary.

There is a third kind of person in this world, and he doesn't need to wear a [mask] to perform, because he can't even find his face.

Chang Wei is missing, just like his nephew Chang Qingsen!

The head of the police took notes in his notebook while looking at Ma Xuan with a scrutinizing look: "Why did you appear in someone else's house at this time?"

Ma Xuan opened his mouth and wanted to tell the content of the strange phone call, but when the words came to his mouth, a face inexplicably appeared in his mind, and then he hid the key content of the phone call.

He replied calmly:

"Tonight, I received a call from Chang Wei at home, but he was silent on the phone. I felt a little strange, so after calling back, there was still no one on the phone. I was a little uneasy, so I came over. Look, I didn’t expect…”

Ma Xuan paused and added: "After I came over, the door opened as soon as I pushed it. Then, I called the police. I never entered the house."

By the time all the arrests were recorded, the time had passed midnight.

After Ma Xuan finished recording the arrest, he sat back in his car tiredly.

He lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs. The smoke filled the car.

He held the cigarette butt between his fingers, picked up the phone, opened the address book, and ran his fingertips back and forth over the two names.

After a moment of contemplation, he blew out the smoke ring deeply, dialed Qian Huan's number, and pressed the record button on the screen with his finger.

"Hey, Warden Qian, something happened to Chang Wei. It's like this... Yes, I just finished taking notes and left the scene. Chang Wei's body was not found at the scene. I called him and it showed that his phone was turned off. Yes, Chang Wei He is missing, just like his nephew, neither alive nor dead!"

Ma Xuan hung up the phone and replayed the recording in his ear several times. He listened especially carefully to the tone and tone of the warden Qian Huan after hearing the news, over and over again.

"The change in the warden's tone is very obvious. It looks too much like an act. Could it be that I guessed wrong, but I can't say for sure. Is it because the warden is too good at acting?"

As a person who is accustomed to wearing "masks", Ma Xuan is naturally accustomed to using colored glasses to see the "masks" on other people's faces. The more realistic they look, the more suspicious he becomes.

Ma Xuan frowned, made another call, and also pressed the record button.

"Hey, brother Zhou Fu, something happened to Chang Wei..."

Ma Xuan only said half of what he said before he was interrupted by a violent and thunderous voice on the other end of the phone:

"It must have been Qian Huan, motherfucker. This must be his warning for revenge. Don't be afraid. I will report it to the superiors right away. Qian Huan broke the rules by doing this!"

Ma Xuan also listened to the recording several times, but Zhou Fu insisted that it was the warden who did it without even thinking about it.

"The reactions of both people are very realistic and neither looks like they are acting, so who should I believe? Or, should I believe neither of them?"

Ma Xuan put out his cigarette butt and turned off his cell phone. The car was plunged into darkness. He rubbed his stiff cheeks and looked out the window in a daze. It was also pitch black and cold darkness with few lights visible...