Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 626 If I say you are guilty, then you are guilty.
The taxi's trunk was wide open, like a gaping metal maw, and Zuo Bai had already stuffed half of his body inside.

"Did the Night's Watch just happen to be passing by, or were they drawn here by someone? It couldn't be [fate], could it?"

Zuo Bai silently analyzed the situation in his mind, his intracranial chip operating at high speed, simulating various possibilities, but his face showed no emotional fluctuation.

But... the gaze of that relatively slender Night Watchman was just too intense.

The gaze was like an invisible flame, giving him an extremely strong feeling, as if it wanted to strip him naked and then devour him.

Zuo Bai was all too familiar with this kind of gaze.

As a prominent star scientist in District Six, he not only possesses a scientifically enhanced handsome appearance, but also enjoys enviable wealth.

Whether attending public events or walking down the street, he is always surrounded by women who cast ardent glances at him, as if they want to devour him alive.

He was already used to it.

However, the gaze of the night watchman before him was more intense than any he had ever seen before, even making Zuo Bai feel a slight physical discomfort.

"I never expected that there would be such a fervent fan among the Night's Watch," he thought to himself.

Zuo Bai subtly withdrew his gaze; he was quite experienced in dealing with fans.

There are essentially two ways to handle it: either turn it into a "bed partner specimen" or just ignore it and leave it at that.

Zuo Bai thought to himself:
"Alright, you can keep an eye on me, just don't look into the villa next door. There's a whole bunch of [Destiny] hiding in that yard."

If it were an ordinary fool who had been taken hostage, he would most likely have some crooked ideas at this moment, trying to use the power of the Night's Watch to break free from the control of [Fate].

But Zuo Bai remained calm and collected. He was a smart man and preferred to cover up for [fate].

He glanced discreetly into the courtyard out of the corner of his eye.

The courtyard was quiet; not a single person was visible.

Zuo Bai certainly didn't believe that [Fate] was hiding from the Night Watch because it was afraid of them.

Even from a purely mathematical perspective, the number of people in the courtyard is absolutely dominant.

Moreover, as a veteran member who has been involved in cult organizations for many years, he certainly knows who is more terrifying!

Those are industry rules cultivated by countless industry predecessors.

Zuo Bai was not very clear about how other evil organizations conducted their onboarding training.

In any case, in the Cult of the Dead, all new recruits must get a perfect score on a test called "Emergency Response Plan for Encountering Fate" during their onboarding training in order to pass the training.

Not a single point less is acceptable; the standards are extremely strict.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Cult of the Dead has compiled a detailed set of operational guidelines for this course, comparable to a military combat manual.

Zuo Bai had already memorized the contents of the manual, and he was now following it exactly as instructed.

Zuo Bai remembers the entire manual clearly; it contains a total of 171,351 words.

But if you were to summarize it in the most concise language, it would actually be just one word:

"lick"!
To expand on this:
Lick, lick with your life, lick with your soul, even if you lick until you're shattered to pieces, lick until you have nothing left, you must never provoke those lunatics!
Sacrificing yourself to save the entire organization is a great act of merit. The organization will remember you forever and burn paper money for you on holidays.

To put it bluntly, in the eyes of most of our evil counterparts, [Fate] is not an organization at all, but a natural disaster, and a moving one at that.

Humans cannot overcome natural disasters.

If you encounter this, you either pray that you can escape by chance, or you obediently cooperate and beg the other party to be lenient.

Ultimately, you have to accept your fate!

But if you run into the Night's Watch... well...

The fact that the Cult of Corpses has never conducted any training on this topic indicates what?
Just feel free to use your imagination!
Did they successfully disguise themselves and slip away right under the Night's Watch's noses?
—The organization will recognize your intelligence and ability to conceal your talents, and will award you credit!

The disguise was exposed, so a decisive emergency evacuation was chosen?
—The organization appreciates your ability to assess situations and your survival instincts; they understand!
What if you choose to confront them head-on?

—Fantastic! This is exactly what the organization expects—the “style” and “backbone” of the evil faction must be greatly commended!

And if you can kill a Night's Watchman and send his body back to the Church... needless to say, a promotion and a raise are just around the corner!

In short, the Night's Watch was at best a "man-made disaster".

Faced with man-made disasters, the Corpse Cult is quite tough, encouraging those who disagree to fight!

Therefore, at this moment, facing these two suddenly appearing night watchmen, Zuo Bai had not the slightest thought of "using the wolf to devour the tiger" or taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

His only thought now was to pray that these two Night Watchmen, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, would get lost and stop standing there in his way, so as not to disturb his efforts to increase his [Fate] favorability.

Of course, his way of gaining favor was to pack himself up and put himself in the trunk.

However, it is counterproductive.

The slender night watchman completely ignored his cold expression and continued to stare intently at him.

At this moment, Zuo Bai also sensed something was wrong and felt a dangerous signal emanating from the other party that far exceeded that of a "fervent fan".

A chill ran through him:
"Wait, why are you staring at me like that?! The Night Watchmen are in charge of evil spirits and rituals, but they can't control who voluntarily crawls into the trunk, can they?"

"Besides, there's no law in the city that prohibits climbing into the trunk."

Besides, Zuo Bai is a respectable scientist. If you peel back the layers, even if he lacks some humanity, he is still full of scientific aura.

The amount of evil offerings is zero percent, is that good or bad?

Zuo Bai frowned slightly, cursing inwardly, "How inexplicable."

He decided to ignore the Night's Watch's incomprehensible stare.

The most urgent task was to pack himself up. He lifted his foot, preparing to tuck his other foot, which was still outside the car, into the trunk...

Just then, the tall night watchman seemed to notice his companion's (Feng Yuhuai) overly focused gaze.

He followed his companion's gaze to Zuo Bai, and then waved the detector at Zuo Bai through the air.

Several thin, lifelike sensory tentacles emerged from the top of the instrument, scanning silently.

The tall night watchman glanced down at the screen; the numbers fluctuated steadily before finally settling within the green spectrum that represented "absolute safety."

"Hiding in the trunk, that's a bit strange..."

The tall Night Watchman's voice, distorted by the mask, sounded deep and emotionless, carrying a businesslike indifference: "But the detector isn't responding, the radiation levels are within the safe threshold, there are no distortion characteristics, and no fel resonance has been detected, so it's none of our business. Don't meddle."

He was now almost certain that the slender companion beside him was a newly hired Night Watchman.

Only newcomers like this are filled with curiosity and a sense of justice when they encounter various "abnormalities" on the road.

They see everyone as a potential threat and everything as needing to be "saved," as if the world wouldn't turn without them.

He remembered when he first joined the Night Watch, he was just as hot-blooded, seeing every unusual energy fluctuation as if evil was beckoning, and every scream in the dead of night as if a victim was crying for help.

and after?
Later, he gradually came to understand that all sorts of strange things were happening in the world every moment.

Tube?
We can't manage it all!
The Night's Watch members only need to do their job; their duty is to maintain the "purity" of humanity, not to protect humanity itself.

Meddling in other people's business will not end well. Other law enforcement agencies will not only not appreciate their "enthusiasm," but will become even more disgusted with them for meddling too much.

This is the sense of boundaries and discipline that must be emphasized within the system, and the night watchmen are no exception.

However, Feng Yuhuai didn't understand these intricacies, nor did he listen to his companion's "veteran night watchman philosophy."

She still doesn't understand why she became a member of the Night's Watch, but now that she's donned that persona, she is a member of the Night's Watch.

She didn't understand the impending long night, nor did she comprehend the noble mission of upholding "human purity."

She herself was a monster infiltrating among humans, and then she was inexplicably captured by a Night's Watchman and forced into the Night's Watch.

So far,

Feng Yuhuai's understanding of his black robe was particularly simple and clear—a legal license to kill!
This was the lesson she learned from the Survey Corps' frantic whitewashing in the transit town that day.

It was the Night Watchman who later killed the Survey Corps soldier without explanation and then, without saying a word, gave her this skin, that taught her this lesson.

A fugitive, exposed parasitic evil spirit has suddenly become a member of the Night's Watch?!
This is a hundred times more surreal than when she woke up on the operating table in a shady clinic and found herself transformed into a monster!
If the cold operating table and the subsequent "new life" gave Feng Yuhuai a second physical life, transforming her from an ordinary high school girl into a non-human being.

So when she was forced to don the Night's Watch skin and wear the "black mask" that protected her from evil, it brought a second "rebirth" to her mind.

At that moment, her mind underwent an awakening far more incredible than physical transformation.

The cold mask clung to her face, isolating her from the polluted air outside, and seemingly isolating her from everything in her past.

An unprecedented and eerie sense of security enveloped her, a feeling warmer than the embrace of her father when she was a child.

Once, she was like a mindless wild beast, believing in the most primitive law of the jungle.

Her killings, late-night snacks, and exploitation of life energy all stem from an extreme desire for personal power.

She naively believed that strong personal combat power was the key to climbing the ladder to heaven and the source of her sense of security.

But now, Feng Yuhuai has realized!

Through the narrow, cage-like openings of the black mask, she glimpsed the deeper operating principles of human society:
The most powerful force is never an individual's fists and feet, but rather the magnificent, solid, and 'legitimacy' cloak woven by power.

What can always be by your side and give you unparalleled security is not some vague family affection or friendship, but the power that you can firmly grasp in your hands!

Power is the best family!

The presence of power is the best companionship for family!

Now, Feng Yuhuai's best "family" is the black mask she wears.

(P.S.: [Masked] wears a white mask, and she wears a black mask. They seem like a match made in heaven.)
In the past, if Feng Yuhuai wanted to eat "late-night snacks," she had to do it secretly, like a rat in a sewer, afraid of being discovered.

But now?
With the Night's Watch skin, she no longer wanted to sneak around.

She can eat whomever she wants, wherever she wants, and whenever she wants!

Otherwise, wouldn't all that Night's Watch skin be wasted?
Does she live up to the "trust" and "companionship" of her "family"?

Don't think that Feng Yuhuai's ideas are extreme, one-sided, or not dialectical enough.

Ultimately, she was nothing more than a pretty high school girl who had undergone physical transformation and mental metamorphosis in a very short period of time, yet was still naive and inexperienced in the ways of the world.

She was just hungry, wanted to eat, and wanted her family's company. What could she have done wrong?

Right now, Feng Yuhuai really, really wanted to eat Zuo Bai, and couldn't resist for even a moment longer.

The tall watchman's warnings were like the buzzing of mosquitoes in her ears; she didn't hear a word he said.

Her awakened mind was completely consumed by hunger and the overwhelming sense of power.

She waved the detector in her hand in a pretentious manner, and sure enough, the instrument screen showed a dull green light. But so what?
Beneath the black mask, a sweet smile slowly appeared on Feng Yuhuai's face, while a strange red light flashed deep in her eyes.

She casually tossed the detector onto the ground like trash.

The delicate instrument casing struck the stone, producing a crisp cracking sound. The screen flickered a few times before going completely blackout.

"Ah--"

A very faint, delicate laugh escaped from beneath the mask.

next second!
"call out--!"

Feng Yuhuai exerted force with his black combat boots, and the ground instantly cracked like a fragile biscuit, exploding with a ring of fine spiderweb-like cracks.

The mental techniques of the Sunflower Manual circulated wildly through her meridians, and the piercing yin energy permeated her limbs and bones like a cold wave.

This set of techniques was a "gift" she was given when she joined the Night's Watch, but it unexpectedly resonated perfectly with her physique.

With just a little practice, she made rapid progress and was already able to perform the moves quite well.

A blurry afterimage remained in place as her entire body suddenly stretched and blurred in the night, leaving a long trail of ghostly shadows behind her.

This strange movement was seven-tenths similar to the ghostly figure that [Masked] had created in the sewers that day.

Feng Yuhuai, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind, echoed in the air with a righteous and awe-inspiring declaration of judgment:

"My eyes are the best detector! If I see you as guilty, then you are guilty!!"

The wide black robe fluttered in the wind, creating gusts of mournful sound.

To Feng Yuhuai's ears, the voice gradually transformed into countless hoarse whispers, yet it felt like her "family" unconditionally trusting her, encouraging her, and accompanying her, whispering frantically in her ear:

"That's right! He's guilty! Eat him! Eat him!!"

(End of this chapter)