Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 621 [Masked] Here? They've all vanished?!

Of course, as for which footage the dashcam will ultimately capture and which it "just happens" not to, those in the know understand.

The factory's iron gate had long been rusted to a dark red color and was tightly bound by an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, with an exaggeratedly large lock.

Chang Erbing immediately pointed the camera at the lock, its red light flashing as it faithfully recorded the event.

Li Xiang took a half-step to the side, drew his gun, aimed, and fired in one fluid motion.

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the iron lock shattered, and the fragments clattered and fell to the ground.

Everything looked perfect, and no one could find fault with it.

It was as if the two of them were patrolling nearby and, upon hearing the explosion, were the first to arrive at the scene and decisively broke down the door.

The two of them, one in front of the other, squeezed through the open doorway.

Chang Erbing walked ahead carrying the law enforcement recorder, the camera slowly panning across the messy factory area.

The ground was violently torn open, leaving a gruesome wound tens of meters long, with a huge, sunken hole in the center.

Chang Erbing, carrying the law enforcement recorder, ran quickly with small steps, the camera always firmly aimed at the crack in the ground.

Just four or five steps from the edge of the hole, he seemed to trip, his wrist flicked to the left, causing the body camera to swing and sweep towards a pile of messy rubble next to him.

At that very instant the camera turned!

Like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time, Li Xiang suddenly darted out from behind Chang Erbing and pounced towards the edge of the hole.

He had to see the situation inside the hole before the body camera was re-aimed in order to determine whether the special envoy was completely dead or just barely alive.

Or perhaps they will be directly exposed on camera.

But as soon as he took two steps, his raised foot froze in mid-air, as if he had been frozen in place.

The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him deathly pale, like a shroud in a morgue, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

At the same time, although Chang Erbing moved the camera away, his gaze remained fixed on the hole.

He felt his scalp explode, and a chill, like a venomous snake, shot up his spine to the back of his neck, every hair on his body sending out a dangerous signal.

He shuddered violently as if electrocuted, and the body camera slipped from his hand, spinning as it fell to the ground.

The camera, by sheer coincidence, was pointed at that dark, gaping hole.

A strange black shadow leaped out, followed by a series of ghostly figures that suddenly converged upon landing, merging into a slender humanoid silhouette.

The silhouette is revealed, showing a well-tailored pure black suit, and the dark patterned cape ripples like water in the night breeze, fluttering slightly.

A playing card was clipped to his left lapel, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

His face... was completely covered by a pale white, smooth, expressionless bone mask, revealing only two deep holes around his eyes.

After that, there were a pair of beautiful yet sinister eyes.

He stood quietly on the ruins created by the explosion, within the viewfinder of the body camera, exuding a breathtaking elegance.

It's absolutely beautiful!
If it's not [Masked], then who is it?!
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely and freeze at this moment.

Li Xiang and Chang Erbing felt their minds go blank, as if someone had scooped out their brains with a spoon and then frozen them into ice cream.

His mouth and tongue were so dry that it felt like he was being put into an incinerator. He couldn't make a sound, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost shattering his ribs.

"......."

Is this a [mask]?

Why is he here? !
The coordinates and information we gave the special envoy were all fake! It was a carefully designed trap, a scheme to lure the special envoy to his death!

Every word in the forum is fictional, written according to a script.

But why... why would a meticulously crafted, fake location lure in a real, living [masked]?!
Is [Mask] so easy to adjust?

What the hell is going on? Where exactly did things go wrong?

Did someone secretly inform [Masked]? Is there a mole among us?!

Or perhaps...
Is there really such an absurd coincidence in this world? We just randomly drew an X on the map, and damn it, we ended up right in the lair where [Masked] is hiding?!
Countless horrifying questions clashed wildly in their minds, almost cracking their skulls.

Then, [Masked] looked over with a gloomy gaze, his weightless eyes falling on the two of them.

Chang Erbing was startled, so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his throat:

"Misunderstanding... I... I didn't mean to record you, it just slipped, it really was a slip!"

Li Xiang's reaction was equally "decisive" and "resolute," his right hand holding the gun suddenly trembled.

With a clang, the pistol was fired far away.

Just kidding, they're not special envoys, they don't have a tiny bit of confidence in dealing with the masked man.

They had a clear understanding of themselves; with their meager fighting skills, they wouldn't even be enough to fill Mask's teeth.

Being a constable is definitely a high-risk profession; the most important thing is—safety first!!!

Cold sweat soaked Li Xiang's back, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his mind raced:
"If [Masked] were here, would the explosion have still killed the special envoy? Special envoy, if you're still alive, could you please make a sound and come out to save us?!"

[Masked]'s gaze swept over the two of them with a lingering melancholy before shifting away indifferently.

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, his figure suddenly blurred, like a wisp of black mist blown away by the wind, silently passing between the two.

At that moment, Li Xiang and Chang Erbing felt their blood freeze, and a chilling sensation swept across their necks, as if the scythe of death had gently kissed them.

The scent of death was so close, so close that you could smell its cold, rusty odor.

As if by telepathy, the same thought popped into their minds: I'm going to die!!!

However.
The expected tearing pain did not come, nor did the darkness that would devour consciousness descend as expected.

It seemed like a century had passed.

Outside the factory, the roar of car engines could be clearly heard.

The sound was so familiar, so pleasant; it was their blue and white car.

The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion from surviving the ordeal instantly overwhelmed the two of them.

Chang Erbing's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a "plop," like a lump of mud.

Li Xiang wasn't in much better shape, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently as if he were trying to squeeze out every last bit of oxygen he had left.

A full half minute passed before Chang Erbing finally managed to regain his voice, and he said with lingering fear:

"Captain Li, our...our car...has been hijacked by [Masked]..."

He felt that it took a tremendous amount of effort just to say those words.

Li Xiang let out a muffled sound that was hard to understand, his eyes still somewhat glazed over, and stared at Chang Erbing in silence for a long time.

He simply couldn't understand why [the masked figure] was here.

Chang Erbing was even more confused.

His lips trembled, and he looked at Li Xiang with a questioning look in his eyes: "Captain Li, what exactly is going on?"

You wouldn't actually be in cahoots with Masked Man, would you? Is this a trap within a trap?

Li Xiang understood the subtext in those eyes, and a feeling of suffocation and absurdity rushed to his head, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't utter a single word.

He truly didn't know how to explain it; everything that happened tonight had long exceeded the scope of this "detective's" reasoning.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress his turbulent emotions, glared fiercely at Chang Erbing, and then carefully moved towards the edge of the hole.

The shaft was filled with smoke and dust from the explosion. Under the pale beam of a flashlight, the twisted and deformed pipe structure, collapsed bricks and stones, and large areas of charred marks from the high temperature were revealed.

The whole scene looked like a perfectly normal explosion site.

The special envoy's body was nowhere to be found; it's unknown whether it was buried in a pit.

Feng Ju and Ma Bin were nowhere to be found either. The entire well shaft was empty, with neither people nor bodies in sight.

Li Xiang racked his brains, unleashing the inner power of his detective, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on in this situation.

It seems like nothing is right, yet everything is right, and vice versa.

Chang Erbing jumped in after him, picked up the law enforcement recorder again, adjusted the angle slightly, and aimed it at the buried pit.

He coughed lightly and lowered his voice:
"Captain Li, you can't wear body cameras anymore. It's bad luck to wear them!"

Li Xiang silently turned around, his back to the enforcement recorder, and began digging.

Although they were no match for [Masked], they were still quite formidable in combat against the cunning and unyielding Pit.

In less than fifteen minutes, they had roughly dug through the entire bottom of the pit.

As a result, not only was the special envoy's body nowhere to be found, but not even a charred body part or a piece of clothing could be found.

The entire explosion site was eerily clean, except for the remains of the pipes themselves!
The special envoy wasn't killed in the bombing at all; he never even came.
[Masked] didn't look like it had been in an explosion, so who was hit by the explosion?
Air?!
Li Xiang stared at the empty bottom of the pit and suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

The most crucial question is, if the special envoy wasn't bombed, where did he go? Is he dead or not?

If he hadn't died...
Li Xiang dared not think any further, nor could he understand it.

Chang Erbing watched Li Xiang's constantly changing expression from the side. To be honest, he hadn't seen such a bewildered look on Li Xiang's face in a long time.

Since earning the title of "Detective God," it seems that no matter how difficult the case or how thorny the mystery, it can no longer stump Captain Li.

"Detective power" is ultimately not omnipotent.

Li Xiang felt his inner universe had been completely burned out. Frustrated, he grabbed a tuft of hair from his forehead and yanked it hard.

A tuft of hair with its follicle was forcibly ripped off, sending a sharp, stinging pain through his scalp. But this pain actually cleared his chaotic thoughts for a moment.

"correct!"

Li Xiang suddenly looked up and said to Chang Erbing,

"Ask Ma Bin! Call Ma Bin right now! Quickly!"

Chang Erbing quickly took out his phone, found Ma Bin's number in his contacts, and dialed it.

The drawn-out dial tone was particularly eerie in the deathly silent ruins.

beep - beep - beep -

Until the call was automatically disconnected, all they received in response was a mechanical busy tone.

No one heard.

Li Xiang's heart sank suddenly, and an extremely ominous premonition rose in his mind—could Ma Bin be dead?

"Hit again!"

Li Xiang's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Call Feng Ju! Try calling Feng Ju!"

Chang Erbing found Feng Ju's number and pressed the dial button again.

The long wait continued, there was still no response, and it eventually turned into the same cold, electronic busy tone.

Li Xiang's heart sank completely, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It can't be a coincidence that Ma Bin and Feng Ju both went missing at the same time.

Based on his detective instincts, the case was almost closed—the two were probably already dead.

It's unclear whether these two died at the hands of the special envoy or at the hands of [Masked].

If I die at the hands of [Masked], that's fine, but if I die at the hands of the special envoy, then I'm doomed.

Looking at Li Xiang's suddenly ashen face, Chang Erbing felt a surge of fear grip his heart and said anxiously:

"Captain Li, what do we do now?"

Li Xiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth:
"Search! We have to search the entire well shaft. We need to find someone alive, or... at least some remains!"

The beam of the flashlight, like a dying snake, writhed and darted wildly in the well, shining erratically from side to side.

five minutes later.

They found a pool of dark, filthy blood deep inside the well, which was half-congealed and had a strange, gelatinous texture at low temperatures.

The ground around the stained blood was a complete mess.

Large swathes of concrete and stone were churned up, and footprints of varying depths were plowed into the ground. Several deep scratch marks were left on the pipe wall not far away, and dust of an unknown substance was scattered around, piled up very thickly.

There were also two severed, yellowish fingers, bloody and mangled, without nails.

It is clear that an extremely fierce life-or-death battle took place here.

Li Xiang picked up the severed finger and examined it for a while, his brow furrowing even more.

"These knuckles are thick and the skin is loose and sallow. They must be quite old. They don't belong to Feng Ju, Ma Bin, or the special envoy."

"No, whose finger is this?"

Li Xiang was truly stumped this time. He couldn't understand why uninvited guests kept appearing in a sewer, which he had just randomly chosen.

What does that mean? Does it mean the air in the sewers smells better, and everyone likes to crowd into the sewers?
Li Xiang paced back and forth anxiously for a few moments before finally squatting back down in front of the pool of blood. The beam of the flashlight trembled slightly, illuminating his ashen face and his lips pressed into a tight line.

Under the flashlight beam, the black blood on the ground gleamed with an eerie light.

Judging from the amount of blood loss, the person must be dead.

Who is dead?

Special envoy? Ma Bin? Feng Ju? Or the owner of this severed finger?
If someone is indeed dead, where did the body go?
If they're not dead, where did all these people go? They couldn't have just vanished into thin air, could they?

Whether they evaporate or not is not scary. What is scary is that if they all evaporate, then shouldn't he and Chang Erbing also be sensible and evaporate along with them?

Otherwise, it would seem a bit out of place!

(End of this chapter)