Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 654 Feng Mu's Madness Has Its Roots Here

"Awesome!!!"

Lou Duan had nowhere to vent his turbulent emotions, nor could he share them with outsiders.

He could only pour all this almost burning excitement into cold, hard numbers.

He opened his e-wallet and frantically transferred huge sums of money, including the money he could use or even misappropriated, from his account into his personal account on the website, one transaction after another, as if throwing offerings into an abyss.

Since that money is just going to be wasted in a public account anyway, it's better to use it to fund a more promising and great cause, and also to legally avoid taxes.

After doing all this, Lou Duan was even more unable to sleep.

The excitement was like a reef after the tide receded, revealing the cold, hard anxiety beneath, somewhat like the emptiness after taking a stimulant.

The deathly silence in the study seemed to gain weight, pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Lou Duan waited, hoping for news of Qian Huan waking up.

He needed to find out Wang Xinfa's attitude as soon as possible.

This attitude will be the most crucial barometer for assessing his future situation.

Is the alarm lifted and safety returning, or is the danger escalating and a storm brewing?

Of course, Lou wouldn't just sit idly by staring at the computer screen like a fool; he had already sent out several of his trusted confidants in a coordinated effort.

Out of caution, he did not send his men into the Emerald Garden, but instead hid on the perimeter to observe the license plates of passing vehicles.

If Qian Huan wakes up successfully, he guesses that Wang Xinfa will definitely go to Emerald Garden.

Time ticked by, second by second, in the deathly silent study.

Lou Duan's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the cold tabletop, making a monotonous "tap, tap" sound.

The night outside the window gradually darkened and then faded again.

Several hours passed before he knew it, and he waited and waited, but he still did not receive any news that Qian Huan had woken up.

Lou Duan couldn't help but start to have doubts:
"Does the surgery really need to take this long?! Qian Huan still hasn't woken up? Could she have died on the operating table?! Is Zuo Bai even reliable?!"

Could Zuo Bai be harboring resentment and deliberately caused Qian Huan's death by botched surgery?!

Lou Duan felt a pang of anxiety. He had spent a fortune to have the website send the person over, and he was genuinely afraid that Zuo Bai would kill Qian Huan.

If that's the case...

The thought sent a chill down Lou Duan's spine, and the image of those white... toilet floor tiles involuntarily flashed through his mind again.

That crazy woman Li Hanyu would want to drag the whole world down with her, thankfully she can't, but she definitely can drag me down with her.

"damn it!!!"

Lou felt a pang of regret. He had been so focused on placing the order that he had forgotten to specify in the "delivery" notes that the delivery process must be handled with exceptional kindness.

Could this be a fatal oversight?

Lou Duan was filled with anxiety, but there was nothing he could do but wait impatiently.

He didn't even dare to touch his phone, let alone dial Li Hanyu's number. He was afraid that if he answered the phone, he would hear an invitation like "Let's die together" on the other end.

The longer Lou Duan waited, the more uneasy he became. An ominous premonition began to quietly grow in his heart, growing stronger and stronger.

Another agonizing hour stretched on, feeling like an eternity.

Whether Qian Huan is alive or dead remains unknown.

Then, Lou Duan waited in vain for news of Qian Huan waking up, but instead received another unexpected and shocking piece of news.

"Station Chief Lou, the cordon... Emerald Garden is now cordoned off and access is prohibited."

A large number of police officers from the police station cordoned off Emerald Garden. Oh, I saw the councilor's car go in, and Mr. Lu's car from Guangming Group arrived right after.

Wait a minute, something looks like it's being carried out at the entrance of Emerald Garden. Hmm, don't worry, we're quite far away. Hmm, it's all covered in white sheets, looks like a row of corpses..."

When Lou Duan finally received the message from his subordinate over the phone, he was completely stunned.

After all, whether Qian Huan is awake or dead, it shouldn't warrant such a big fuss, right?
Could it be that Li Hanyu went crazy and did something? No, what could she possibly do that would require sealing off the entire Emerald Garden?

Lou Duan didn't have much doubt this time. Soon, his subordinates sent him further information, which dispelled his concerns.

—The special envoy is in trouble!
Lou Duan: "???"

The good news is that it probably wasn't Li Hanyu who did anything;
The bad news is, this special brew is not even as good as what Li Hanyu did when she went crazy.
After a brief moment of numbness, Lou Duan did not doubt that the special envoy's accident had anything to do with Li Hanyu.

Even if he had a suspicion, his first reaction would be to suspect the website.

Lou Duan's suspicion was so reasonable it sent chills down his spine, given the website's notorious history of misconduct.

Lou felt a sharp pain in his heart and couldn't help but start to overthink.

Wasn't his first complete fascination with the "website" precisely because of that "accident" at the Eighth Academy?

To help him silence an insignificant nobody and stage a flawless "accident," the methods the "website" employed were utterly insane and extravagant!

The website, disregarding all costs and without warning, unleashed over a dozen ferocious and bloodthirsty "monsters" during the live broadcast, turning the martial arts tournament's closing ceremony into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Afterwards, sanitation workers used high-pressure water guns and strong cleaning agents to wash the ground for three days and three nights, but they still couldn't completely remove the bloodstains.

To cover up the killing of one person, the website did not hesitate to slaughter a group of people!

Tell me, wouldn't you call this a "perfect" accident?
This unexpected turn of events was truly beyond Lou Duan's imagination, and it genuinely shocked him; it was just too damn unexpected.

So, could it be that this time... the website, while "delivering goods," also conveniently killed off the special envoy?
Lou sat in front of the computer, shaking his head vigorously to gradually banish this dangerous thought from his mind.

If this is true, there's no need to assess the danger anymore; the danger has moved right into the house.

"It can't be true, it's a coincidence, it must just be a coincidence...right?"

Just as Lou Duan was about to banish all the delusions from his mind, he finally received the news that Qian Huan had woken up, and also learned that Councilor Wang Xinfa had publicly acknowledged Qian Huan as his son with a big smile on his face.

These two pieces of information were like two bombs, exploding in Lou Duan's chaotic mind, leaving him scorched and his thoughts instantly blank.

Before he could even consider whether the news was true or false, his phone on the table started buzzing.

Buzz buzz buzz——buzz buzz buzz——

The screen lit up, displaying a... completely unfamiliar number.

Lou Duan's heart immediately sank, and that unsettling premonition returned.

He stared intently at his phone, as if it were a bomb remotely controlled by the phone.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity. Finally, he reached for the phone, his face grave, and pressed the answer button. Then he heard that familiar voice on the other end, the same familiar tone, calm yet tinged with a hint of madness:

"Station Chief Lou, thank you. My son has woken up. From now on, the life and death of my son and I are forever tied to you."

A feeling of pent-up frustration welled up in Lou Duan's chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
“We made a promise. I helped you wake up your son, and I did. Why should I be tied to you again?”

"Li Hanyu, you don't actually think you've got me figured out, do you?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. A few seconds later, Li Hanyu's voice came through again:

"Station Chief Lou, don't be angry. I'll tell you a little secret, okay?"

So, can you guess where Zuo Bai went after leaving me?

Lou Duan's breath caught in his throat for a moment, as if all the blood in his body was rushing backwards to his brilliant mind, and a dense layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead and temples.

Li Hanyu was actually lying. She could only peek through the crack in her door and see a corner outside. She couldn't see who had entered the special envoy's villa at all. She could only hear a terrifying rumbling sound, like an earthquake, coming from the other side.

But this is enough.

Lou Duanxin's heart was in his throat, his voice hoarse:
"Who...who went in?!"

Li Hanyu did not answer directly, but instead let out a contemptuous sneer:

"Ha—Station Chief Lou, why put on this 'innocent' act in front of me?"

The gifts your people sent, and who they ended up with... don't you know better than anyone else in your heart?

Lou Duan: "..."

He genuinely didn't know, but he heard it clearly at that moment, and his face instantly turned ashen, like a wall plastered with whitewash.

Hearing the deathly silence on the other end of the line, Li Hanyu extended another friendly invitation:
"Station Chief Lou, I won't ask why you did this. But to thank you for 'saving' my son's life..."
I, Li Hanyu, keep my word.

So, let's continue on this path, sharing joys and sorrows, weathering the storm together, shall we?

Lou Duan smacked his lips: "..."

Should I thank you?

ok~
At least the invitation over the phone wasn't "Let's die together," so it can't be completely wicked, right?!
....
The night was getting darker.

Feng Mu left the villa without a word, following closely behind Hou Wendong.

Hou Wendong walked with heavy steps, his brows furrowed in a knot, clearly burdened by worries as heavy as lead.

The earth-shattering cry of "Dad!" that Qian Huan uttered after waking up had a tremendous impact on him, and the aftershocks were still buzzing in his head.

He couldn't understand how this bizarre situation had come about, but his understanding of Councilor Wang Xinfa was profound.

In some ways, he understands the members of parliament even better than he understands himself.

"The congressman hates nothing more than when someone or something unexpected gets out of his control. It's alright if such an accident is caused by an enemy."

It's simply a matter of dealing with whatever comes our way, but if, if this accident were caused by 'our own people,' then…”

Hou Wendong felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of the smile on the councilor's lips as he left.

"Calling someone 'dad' casually can get you killed."

Hou Wendong sighed heavily in his heart, and the terrifying image of Qian Huan, swollen from being soaked in the fish tank, bobbing up and down in the water seemed to appear before his eyes.

He shook his head vigorously, turned his gaze to Feng Mu who was silently following behind him, and suddenly asked as if sensing something:
"Feng Mu, how is your relationship with your father, Feng Ju?"

Feng Mu was slightly taken aback, and immediately realized that Deputy Warden Hou had probably witnessed the "father and son recognizing each other" scene just now, and felt something in his heart, which was why he asked this abrupt question.

He didn't feel offended; after a moment's thought, he replied calmly and composedly:
"Secretary Hou, my father, Feng Ju, is an extremely pragmatic and realistic person in my mind."

Because my talent was far inferior to my sister's from a young age, in his eyes I was always a 'waste.' The more he favored my sister, the more severe and cold he was towards me.

His tone was so calm, as if he were recounting someone else's story, that it sent a chill down Hou Wendong's spine.

“I’m not close to him at heart, nor do I like him. Of course, I don’t care about these things. Some time ago, I found an opportunity and moved out on my own.”

As he said this, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he were mocking himself:
"However, recently, I have managed to achieve some success in the Second Prison, and my father's attitude towards me has undergone a subtle change. He has finally started to look at me properly."

hehe--"

Feng Mu shrugged, a complex smile playing on his lips, tinged with an unspoken感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including regret or unease).

"Probably because I finally started to have the ability to 'do something' for my family, and I did indeed do something."

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.
“My father’s attitude toward me is indeed more ‘kind’ than before. At least, he no longer beats or scolds me as he used to.”

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through Hou Wendong, looking towards the blurry band of light in the distant city. His voice deepened, yet took on a strange warmth:

"Speaking of which, we really have to thank Warden Qian for this change."

It was his promotion and his cultivation that made me realize for the first time that I was not a useless piece of trash.

So... I am capable too, and can be relied upon and needed by others.

Hou Wendong listened quietly as the night wind swirled up a few withered leaves from the street, sending them flying past his feet.

Feng Mu's words were like a blunt knife, slowly peeling away layers of calm to reveal the bitterness that had been brewing for years.

There were no fierce accusations, no painful screams, only a kind of indifference to all suffering after being repeatedly crushed by life.

This calm itself is more suffocating than any lament.

Hou Wendong felt as if he were standing beside a pool of cold water, the surface of which was calm and still, and the water below was even colder and more desolate.

In an instant, a question that had been lingering in my mind suddenly became clear.

No wonder Feng Mu always had an inexplicable "madness" about him, like a string that was stretched too tight and could break at any moment.

So that's where the root of the problem lies!

He was forced into this state by his father's years of denial and suppression.

Hou Wendong pondered to himself, then looked at the young man beside him with a complicated expression.

"This explains why he was so devoted and loyal to Qian Huan and her son."

It was because Qian Huan gave him trust and recognition for the first time, providing him with the affirmation he had always lacked, thus allowing him to find his own value.

That makes sense now.

People who are psychologically distorted and extremely deprived of love are indeed the easiest to be bound tightly by a little "gratitude" and remain loyal until death...

(End of this chapter)