Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 657 Eye Power Value, Third Eye Power?!
ten minutes later.

Four shaken constables, working in pairs, practically dragged and lifted the "dying" Li Xiang and Chang Erbing out of the sewer.
Without any hesitation, they were quickly shoved into the back seat of a blue and white police car parked not far away.

Old Wang and another older constable got into the same car, while two other younger constables ran quickly to another car.

The car door had barely closed, and Chang Erbing hadn't even settled into his seat when he suddenly grabbed the back of the front seat, urging with lingering fear:

"Quick! Drive! Get out of here... Don't, don't run into [Masked] again!"

Before the words were even finished, the engine roared, and the car shot forward like a startled wild horse, its tires screeching as they crushed the gravel.

Old Wang sat in the passenger seat, turning halfway around, his voice still carrying the panting from running:

"Captain Li, you guys just ran into [Masked]! What are you doing in the sewer?"

Chang Erbing leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and took a few heavy breaths, his voice still trembling:
"Yeah, we ran into [the masked one], and almost didn't make it back..."

Although Old Wang had already guessed the answer, he still gasped upon hearing it, subconsciously glancing at the desolate scenery rushing past the car window, and muttered:
"Captain Li, you two really got lucky this time..."

Old Wang actually had more questions he wanted to ask, but Li Xiang didn't give him the chance to continue.

Li Xiang struggled to prop himself up with his hands, leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Old Wang, and asked first:
"Let's not talk about us... Old Wang, how did you find your way here? Has something serious happened outside?"

Old Wang's expression suddenly changed, as if he had just remembered the most crucial thing, and he slapped his thigh and said:

"Oh dear, Captain Li, something really serious has happened. That's why we're urgently looking for you."

The special envoy's villa was attacked, and the interior was in a terrible state. The special envoy is now missing and his fate is unknown.

The councilor is furious, and the guys are desperate to get you back to solve the case…

The special envoy's fate is unknown!

Li Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released.

He gleaned a wealth of information from Old Wang's hurried words, his mind racing, and an overwhelming surge of joy welled up from the depths of his heart:
"Was the special envoy's villa also attacked? Who did it, [Masked]?"
In any case, the best news is that the special envoy is missing; it would be best if he were dead, then…”

Although his heart was filled with overwhelming joy, his face perfectly displayed an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, as if he could no longer hold on, his eyelids twitched, his eyes closed tightly, his head tilted to the side, and he completely "fainted".

Almost at the same instant, Chang Erbing, who was standing next to him, seemed to be on the same wavelength, and his head tilted to the side, and he "fainted" in the seat in perfect unison.

Old Wang opened his mouth wide, looking at the two who had instantly lost consciousness, the words that were on the tip of his tongue stuck in his throat.

He paused for a second before reacting, then shouted urgently at his colleague who was driving:

"Quick! Change course! Get to the nearest hospital! Hurry!"

He frantically pulled out his phone, then took out a brand-new business card from his pocket, and dialed a number with trembling fingers.

As soon as the call connected, he hurriedly reported:

"Secretary Hou, I'm Old Wang from the police station!"

We found Captain Li and Chang Erbing in an underground shaft near the abandoned chemical plant… Yes, but their condition is very bad; they are seriously injured and unconscious!

He took a breath, his voice suppressed but his speech rapid:
"They must have encountered [the Mask] and barely escaped with their lives... We're on our way to a nearby hospital... Yes, yes, I understand..."

....
The air was filled with an indescribable, stale smell that had accumulated over the years, mixed with lingering fumes, the sour smell of garbage heaps, and the musty, damp smell emanating from the old buildings themselves, eroded by time.

The low building in front of me has peeling paint that reveals the brick-red base color of varying shades, like skin covered in sores.

Most of the windows are small, and the paint on the window frames of many houses is bubbling, peeling, and covered with rust.

Clothes drying on the balcony swayed gently in the breeze, casting distorted and swaying shadows.

The entrance to the building was exceptionally narrow, and the cement rain shelter at the entrance was cracked in several places, as if pieces of debris might fall at any moment.

Hou Wendong stood in front of the building entrance, having just finished a phone call. His brows were furrowed, and the faint light from the screen still reflected in his eyes.

It was precisely because he had to answer the phone that he didn't go upstairs to Feng Mu's house for a visit.

He had just put his phone away when he looked up and saw Feng Mu walking quickly out of the dim light deep inside the doorway.

"Secretary Hou, I'm sorry,"

Feng Mu spoke first, his voice steady and unwavering.
“I just went upstairs to check, but my father isn’t home.”

As he spoke, he casually raised the phone he was holding in his hand; the screen was still glowing blue, displaying the recent call history.
"I called him again, but no one answered."

Upon hearing this, Hou Wendong wanted to ask a few more questions, such as, "Where does your father usually go at night?" or "Where do you think he might be?"

But when he thought about Feng Mu's relationship with his father, these words rolled on his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.

Feng Mu certainly had no idea where Feng Ju was fooling around late at night, so asking would be pointless.

Moreover, now that Li Xiang has been found, the urgency of searching for Feng Ju has naturally decreased dramatically.

Of course, they still needed to search, so Hou Wendong frowned and said to Feng Mu:
"I have some urgent business to attend to here, so I'll head out now. If you manage to contact your dad later, tell him to come find me immediately."

Feng Mu didn't say anything more, simply nodding calmly in agreement:

"Okay, I understand. Secretary Hou has something to attend to, please go ahead and do your work."

He stood there, watching Hou Wendong turn and leave in a hurry, his figure quickly disappearing at the alley entrance.

He stood there for a while, as if confirming something, or perhaps simply lost in thought.

After a long while, he slowly withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless, turned around, and walked back into the dilapidated entrance to the building.

The hallway was extremely dimly lit and filled with a strong, old smell. The only low-wattage motion-sensor light was probably broken and did not respond to his footsteps.

The stairs were the old-fashioned kind of cement stairs, the edges of which had been worn smooth by years of footsteps, and some were even concave.

The walls were covered not only with remnants of advertisements, but also with various scratches, shoe prints, and unidentifiable stains.

He climbed the stairs step by step and arrived at his own front door.

The security door also looked old and dull, and the peephole seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

He took the key out of his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it.

He is a homebody; even though he has moved out, he still keeps the key and carries it with him at all times.

The latch clicked softly as he pushed the door open and entered, then gently closed it behind him. The room was completely dark, with all the curtains drawn.

He didn't turn on the lights, his gaze slowly sweeping over the home that he knew so well, yet now felt somewhat strange.

"Is it because you know there's always someone missing from the house that you feel emotional and the house looks different?" Feng Mu thought to himself.

His gaze finally fell on the old, square wooden dining table in the center of the living room. The table was very clean, without a speck of dust.

"The last time I came back was for the last family dinner. After that, we will never be able to sit here together again."

Mother doesn't know anything yet... but she'll find out Father is gone eventually..."

Feng Mu let out a long sigh, but then gently comforted himself:
"However, if we take the wise Imotto's words as an example—Father did not leave this family; he simply continued to accompany us in a different way."

Thinking about it this way, perhaps there's no need to be too sad.

Although he was the older brother, Feng Mu was willing to learn from his younger sister's unique and progressive ideas.

Ok.

Yes.

The father did not leave; he was simply inexplicably divided in two tonight. One part of his love and hate mingled with his sister's emotions, while the other part of his guilt and reluctance shone in his own eyes.

Isn't this another kind of deeper companionship?
The problem is, I don't know how to tell my mother about this, and whether she can accept this open-mindedness of the new era.
What a worry!
You should know that my mother is quite traditional and conservative.

Feng Mu was slightly worried. This was the only follow-up matter that he found a little troublesome amidst his busy schedule tonight.

After all, unlike his carefree younger sister, he was the eldest son in the family, and he was born with a sense of responsibility and filial piety, so he inevitably had to think more about the future of the family.

With these worries in mind, Feng Mu walked through the living room and headed towards the master bedroom—his parents' room.

The door was ajar, and he gently pushed it open.

Inside was a double bed, covered with plain-colored sheets and blankets, which were laid out exceptionally neatly.

Feng Mu's face showed a hint of doubt and worry:

"It's understandable that Father doesn't come home at night, but where did Mother go in the middle of the night? Judging from the state of the bedding, Mother didn't sleep at home tonight either."

He stood at the bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and called his mother as well.

Instead of the expected ringtone or the phone being switched off, the receiver played a series of rapid "beep beep beep beep" busy tones, indicating that the other party was on another call.

He held his phone, waited patiently for a while, and dialed again, but the result was the same: a busy signal and he couldn't get through.

Unable to get through on the phone for a long time, Feng Mu frowned slightly, and his eyes behind his glasses flickered.

He felt a little strange. In his memory, his mother rarely went out late at night. The last time was when she went out to find Feng Ju, which was the night Feng Ju lost his hand.

And then, tonight.

"Strange, where did Mom go?"

Feng Mu had some doubts, but he didn't think about it too deeply.

Maybe my mother will call back soon, or maybe she'll come home.

He put the question aside for the time being, turned around and headed straight for the bathroom.

The bathroom was small and old, with the dampness typical of old houses. He went in and locked the door with a "click".

He stopped in front of the sink, in front of an old but extremely clean mirror. The mirror was smooth and flawless, clearly reflecting his entire face.

Feng Mu's mother had always been a bit of a clean freak, diligently cleaning every day, keeping every corner of the house spotless. Feng Mu was already used to it and didn't find anything unusual about it.

Feng Mu slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching the frame, and gently took off his glasses, placing them on the edge of the yellowed ceramic sink.

Then, he looked up and stared directly at himself in the mirror.

In that instant, the eyes in the mirror suddenly changed.

Ordinary human pupils, once so vivid, now ripple like a deep pool suddenly shattered by an invisible pebble, spreading out in eerie, unpredictable waves. Indescribable colors and patterns surge and swirl wildly within them, like a self-growing kaleidoscope, breathtakingly beautiful yet chillingly sinister.

These are eyes that no human being could possibly possess!

“It’s so beautiful!”

Feng Mu murmured to himself in front of the mirror. This was the first time he had seen these eyes, which belonged to him but were now completely different, so clearly since he activated the Kaleidoscope Blood Bar Mystic Eye.

Feng Mu slowly focused, and with a slight thought, the kaleidoscope in his left eye spun rapidly, emitting a sinister light.

At the same time, a line of semi-transparent, illusory text, seemingly composed of light and shadow, appeared on the retina of the left eye—[Eternal Imprisonment of the Corridor by Pupil Technique!].

The right eye also responded.

Another line of text quietly appeared, but it wasn't the complete name; instead, it carried an enigmatic question mark—[Eye Technique? ???].

He had already tested the pupil technique in his left eye and was satisfied with its power, but what exactly was the pupil technique stored in his right eye?
But whatever it is, it must be even more overpowered than [Eternal Corridor], otherwise it wouldn't have been delayed in being released.

Feng Mu focused his mind, attempting to control and unleash the hidden power deep within his right eye.

However, what responded to him was not a surge of power, but a violent emptiness, a feeling that did not originate from the body, but came directly from the deepest part of his eyes—the reflection of his soul.

It was as if the power within my soul had been completely drained, leaving only a strong thirst.

"Pupil power should be a reflection of soul power, and my soul power is clearly not enough."

A sudden realization dawned on Feng Mu's mind.

As if to confirm his idea, another line of even more concrete numbers appeared before his eyes:
[Current pupil power is 1044. I urgently need to increase my pupil power to fully unleash the dual pupil technique and unlock the power of my third pupil. Please keep up the good work...]
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, and the kaleidoscope in the mirror also slightly contracted and changed. His mind raced, and his thoughts raced.

"Your pupil power is too low to support the display of your right eye's pupil technique, and you can't even reveal your name? Then, how exactly do you increase this so-called pupil power?"

"The most likely way is to directly enhance mental attributes? The stronger the spirit, the stronger the soul, and the more powerful the pupils?"

Or perhaps... a more direct and brutal sacrifice is needed, directly linked to the performance evaluation for killing?

Feng Mu pondered silently in his heart:
"And what about the power of the third eye? Could it be the one I'm thinking of?"

A vague yet incredibly impactful conjecture quickly took shape in his mind, and an irrepressible surge of heat and excitement swept through Feng Mu's heart:
"If it really is that kind of power, I wonder if it will undergo some kind of mutation. Otherwise, if it were to be unleashed, it would be a bit too overwhelming..."

(End of this chapter)