Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 634 How can there be such evil people in the world?
Hee hee hee--

Hehehe?
Her sweet laughter, like spider silk mixed with honey, clung to Feng Ju's heart.

Every "hehehe" made his heart clench and throb.

Stop giggling! Your giggling is making your father nervous!

Feng Ju roared inwardly, somewhat regretting lifting the black mask off his daughter's face.

He watched as drool dripped from his daughter's lips, his mouth went dry, and his throat tightened.

No, what's so strange? Why is it drooling?

Feng Ju felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. The hairs on his body stood on end, and every cell in his body screamed for him to escape.

But he dared not show it on his face, and instead did his best to maintain the "benevolent father" smile.

Feng Yuhuai seemed completely oblivious to her father's fear, lost in her anticipation of a late-night snack, like a little girl eagerly awaiting her father's invitation to a buffet, her smile innocent and sweet.

"No matter what kind of late-night snack Yuhuai wants, will Father take me to eat it?"

Feng Ju met Feng Yuhuai's hopeful gaze, his heart trembling slightly. He realized something was wrong, but what was said was said, and he certainly couldn't go back on his word now.

He could only grit his teeth, nod heavily, and say in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I'll take you out for a late-night snack. I happen to have a special recipe, and I'll cook it myself. I'm sure you'll love it, Yuhuai."

Feng Ju had never cooked a single meal in his life; the stove was more unfamiliar to him than an altar.

Fortunately, the late-night snack he was preparing didn't require traditional cooking skills, and his daughter's favorite late-night snack wasn't a traditional one either.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuhuai's eyes grew even brighter, and she grinned, revealing her sweet dimples.
“Father is the best, but I can’t wait any longer, not even for a second.”

She leaned forward slightly, a gesture that was both coquettish and poised for predation, and said softly:
"But tonight, the reunion with my father has made Yuhuai too... too happy... and she really can't wait any longer."

Feng Yuhuai's voice trembled with joy, and as her voice trembled, Feng Ju's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys also trembled wildly.

A chilling, icy coldness, originating from the depths of one's soul, instantly swept through the entire body!
He was starting to run out of steam.

His face twitched and froze, his voice hoarse and unpleasant from extreme shock:
"Yu Huai, you...you're going to..."

Feng Yuhuai's sweetness remained undiminished; instead, it blossomed into an even more radiant smile.

She tilted her head slightly and said in a coquettish tone, like a child asking their father for candy:
"I don't want to eat the midnight snack my father makes, because you are the best midnight snack for your daughter. You just promised me that you would give me whatever I want to eat."

You're not lying to me, are you?

In an instant, the feigned kindness on Feng Ju's face crumbled, peeling away like pieces of dry, cracked plaster.

His facial muscles twitched violently, contorting into a hideous expression that was a mixture of shock, anger, fear, and absurdity.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and an angry roar escaped from the gap in his sparse front teeth:

"You want to eat your father? Killing me once wasn't enough, you want to do it again, you wicked beast—!"

The roar lasted only half a second before turning into a shrill scream.

Severe pain!

A cold, excruciating pain, like being pierced by countless needles, erupted instantly from my neck.

Immediately following, a dense, chilling rustling sound came from inside the neck.

Feng Ju's eyeballs suddenly bulged out like those of a dead fish.

He stiffly rolled his eyes, glancing down at his neck.

Feng Yuhuai was gently stroking her neck, and countless red threads shot out as if she were plucking the strings of a zither.

"Pfft... pfft pfft..."

The dense sound of threading echoed directly inside his skull.

Ignoring the barrier of the skin, those red lines thirstily penetrated the epidermis, wandering between fat and muscle, wrapping around the pulsating carotid artery, and clinging to the fragile throat bone.

Then it greedily and rapidly spreads and climbs upwards.

Visibly, the skin under his left cheek was covered with twisted red marks, as if countless blood worms were wriggling wildly under his skin.

The skin on his face was stretched into eerie bulges, forming a living, pulsating scarlet spiderweb.

Feng Ju opened his mouth, and thin strands of red thread crawled out of his throat, scurrying around in his mouth like seaweed.

"Uh uh uh……"

Feng Ju opened his mouth in terror, wanting to roar and curse.

Several strands of scarlet silk actually emerged from deep within his throat, from the walls of his trachea, and from the gaps in his vocal cords.

It danced wildly in his open mouth, like dancing seaweed.

Feng Ju was so frightened that he instinctively clenched his mouth tightly, his teeth clenching and chewing frantically.

But he couldn't bite it at all. His teeth biting into it was like biting into the toughest alloy steel wire. Not only could he not bite it off, but the vibrations made his gums ache.

Instead, I saw a few red lines peeking out from his missing front teeth, playfully dangling in front of my eyes, even growing backwards and brushing against the tip of the pen, leaving a damp, sticky feeling.

The whole scene is both terrifying and comical, with an indescribable bizarre beauty.

Feng Yuhuai was also in a wonderful mood, smacking her lips and showing an extremely blissful expression as she said gratefully:
"Thank you, dear Father. This is the best midnight snack I've ever had in my life, hee hee—"

The giggling sounds still lingered in his ears when Feng Ju suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

Feng Ju lowered his head with difficulty and saw his daughter's other hand, just like inserting into warm butter, slowly and firmly... inserted into his chest without any resistance.

No more gushing blood!

Only the skin and muscles were forcibly stretched open by countless fine red lines.

This situation seems familiar.

Last time, however, this hand slipped in from behind, stealthily, bringing with it the coldness of betrayal and the sudden, sharp pain.

But this time….
It's like inserting itself directly, right in front of you, with a relaxed and ritualistic sense of "enjoying a meal," blatantly.

As a seasoned constable, Feng Ju knew exactly what this meant—crime had escalated.

It's not just an upgrade in criminal methods, but also a transformation in the killer's psychology.

If last time, her daughter felt guilty and dared not look at her, now she was enjoying the process.

But why is he always the powerless victim/monster in both scripts?

What did he do wrong?!

So, at this moment, Feng Ju asked a soul-searching question similar to the one he had asked before his death.

His throat was blocked by a red thread, preventing him from speaking clearly; he could only produce indistinct, intermittent sounds.
"Why...why?!"

"Your father... clearly... has... forgiven... you...!!!"

Feng Yuhuai paused slightly.

She tilted her head, the sweet smile on her face fading like the tide, replaced by a terrifying, sinister look:

"Yeah, why?"

"Why, even now, Father, are you still deceiving me? And why have you lied to me three times already?"

Feng Yuhuai grasped Feng Ju's cold heart with her five fingers and gently squeezed it.

Feng Ju felt a jolt in his heart, and his vision blurred for a moment before he heard his daughter's judgmental voice:
"This is the first time you've called yourself 'father'!" "You used to... only call yourself 'father' in front of my brother. From childhood to adulthood, you've always called me 'Dad'..."

Feng Yuhuai paused slightly, seemingly giving Feng Ju time to "recall."

"The details in how you address her prove that you, Father, don't really want to go back to the way things were before with your daughter. You just want to use Yu Huai like you used your brother!"

Feng Ju: "..."

His tongue went numb; he hadn't realized he'd made a fatal mistake in how he addressed someone.

He also admitted that there was some truth to what his daughter said.

But...didn't you call me "Dear Father" first? I was just following your lead. What did I do wrong?

He wanted to scream and argue, but his throat was blocked by the red line, and he could only make a "hoarse" gasping sound.

Unmoved, Feng Yuhuai squeezed Feng Ju's heart again and continued his trial:

"The second time you said you were the person who loved me the most in the whole world?"

Feng Yuhuai chuckled and shook his head, saying:
"No, never. Father, the only person you love most is yourself!"
I won't be fooled by you anymore, because I've discovered the truth—the person who loves me most in the whole world is my brother!

Feng Ju: "???"

If the first accusation still carried a somewhat distorted logic, then the second accusation was completely incomprehensible to Feng Ju.

He felt as if his brain had been thrown into a high-speed spinning washing machine, completely turned into a mess.

No, when did you and your brother become so close? Weren't you two always at odds with each other?

You said the person I love most is myself, and I'll accept that for now. But you said the person who loves you most in the whole world is that rebellious son, Feng Mu?

Do you want to hear what nonsense you're spouting?

Feng Ju was furious. In his daughter's heart, he was actually inferior to Feng Mu.

He gaped, yelling furiously, and now he seriously suspected that his daughter's memories had become disordered after she turned into a monster.

Feng Yuhuai squeezed the heart in his hand again and continued his judgment:
"The third time, Father, you just promised me that you would give me whatever late-night snack I wanted."

She stared intently at Feng Ju, her fingers gripping her heart unconsciously tightening:
"But you clearly don't want to now, so you're still lying to me!!!"

Feng Ju: ".……???"

Despair! Absurdity! Incomprehensible!

I promised to take you out for a late-night snack, and I'll make whatever you want to eat, but that definitely won't include myself.

Does this even need to be specifically excluded?

Normal people or weirdos, if they have a normal brain, should be able to understand what I'm saying.

I'm not lying to you; you're the one who's out of your mind and misinterpreting what "father" means.

Feng Ju roared "Ahhhhh!" His mouth, stretched open by the red thread, opened and closed in vain, as if a thousand words and countless grievances were about to burst forth.

Perhaps moved by her father's strong reaction, Feng Yuhuai finally couldn't bear it and was willing to give Feng Ju one last chance.

The red line deep in Feng Ju's throat loosened slightly.

"Hah...cough cough cough!"

Feng Ju felt his throat relax slightly and hurriedly explained:
“Yu Huai, listen to your father… no, listen to your father’s explanation, your father really didn’t lie to you…”

Feng Yuhuai interrupted directly and asked:
"Then tell me, Father, how did you become a monster, and when exactly did you become a monster?"

At this moment, Feng Ju dared not hide anything and answered honestly:
"It was the night you killed me. It must have been right after you left when I heard a faint voice that woke me from my death. Then I woke up as a monster."

Feng Yuhuai said "Oh":
"Then tell me who woke you up?"

Feng Ju's lips froze in mid-air; he wanted to say perhaps it was Feng Mu, that rebellious son.

But then he remembered his daughter’s declaration just now—“The person who loves me the most in the whole world is my brother Feng Mu.”

The thought made his throat tighten, and the defense that was about to come out of his mouth was choked back.

He hesitated for a moment, then gave a relatively safe answer:
"I don't know. There was no one when I woke up. Maybe it was some kind monster who was passing by and couldn't bear to be separated from you, my daughter, so it called me back from the abyss of death and bestowed upon me the gift of becoming a monster... maybe."

After listening, Feng Yuhuai was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"I woke up to find myself transformed into a monster. My father still thinks Yuhuai is a three-year-old, trying to fool me with these ghost stories?"

Feng Ju shuddered, feeling that these words sounded... damnably familiar.

Strange, aren't these the very words he was cursing his daughter in his heart just now? Could it be that his daughter overheard his thoughts?
"Hehe...uh..."

Feng Ju felt the red thread that had just loosened in his throat surge up wildly again!
He no longer cared about the consequences and said urgently:

"Yu Huai, I suspect the person who turned me into a monster is... your brother Feng... Ahhh—"

The word "harmony" was not uttered yet!

A blinding, blood-red light instantly erupted in Feng Yuhuai's eyes.

"Shut up!!!"

Her face suddenly turned extremely cold.

"Well--!!!"

Countless surging threads completely blocked his throat, and his entire neck instantly swelled and thickened like an inflating balloon.

His skin was stretched until it shone and turned purple, covered with terrifying scarlet lines. His bulging eyeballs were instantly filled with blood vessels, almost bursting open.

All attempts at explanation were silenced, leaving only the sickening "clucking" sound of a trachea being squeezed and ruptured.

Feng Ju's throat was blocked, and his entire neck visibly swelled and thickened.

elder brother!

Feng Mu!

Now, he is the person who loves her the most in the whole world.

She was the only light left in this monster-like world.

She would never allow anyone to smear her brother!
Even if... this person is her "father"!
My brother is the one who will live in the light for me.

He must be as clean, perfect, and impeccable as he once was.

Even if we take a step back and say...
Even if what Father just said is true, even if it really is Brother, and Brother resurrected Father...

The older brother must have done it all for... for their broken family!

It's so that the family can be reunited!
It's so that the family can have dinner together again!

elder brother!

What bad intentions could he possibly have?!

Father... he is so selfish and doesn't know how to be grateful at all.

How could there be such a bad father in this world?!
Really...

Damn it!!!!

(End of this chapter)