Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 678 Where Did My Head Go?
These thoughts swirling in his heart, Luo Ji naturally wouldn't voice. He simply sighed, feigning seriousness:

"It's good that she left. Revenge is too dangerous and not suitable for Cuicui... Hmm, now that she's home, will she tell her parents that Feng Yuhuai is a monster?"

Zhang Liyou had already considered this issue. She shook her head, her tone certain:

“I have repeatedly told her not to say anything after she goes back, and to keep her mouth shut to everyone, including her parents.”

Then try to change schools, and ideally, persuade your family to move.

Since you've decided to go back, forget everything about Feng Yuhuai completely and start a new life. That's the safest thing to do.

Luo Ji nodded, then asked:

"And what about you? Cui Cui chose to leave, what are your plans now?"

"how about you?"

Zhang Liyou remained silent for a moment, her gaze gradually becoming sharp and resolute:

"I want revenge. It's not that I don't want to go home, but that I can't go home. Cui Cui has already gone home. I don't know if that monster Feng Yuhuai will target Cui Cui again."

I have to stay hidden in the shadows. It might not be useful, but it might make Feng Yuhuai have some reservations.

As long as Cui Cui listens to me and does nothing, Feng Yuhuai might let her go. In that case, my family will know nothing and will be safe.

But what if I also went home…

Zhang Liyou paused for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"That means Feng Yuhuai is in the shadows, while we're all exposed. What if Feng Yuhuai comes knocking on our door then..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the thought of the consequences was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Luo Ji originally wanted to take the opportunity to suggest that since there were only two people left, they should disband the "Avengers" and give up on revenge.

Anyway, he had no grudge against Feng Yuhuai; he was just greedy for her destiny.

Now, he's not craving it anymore; he has something better.

However, when he saw Zhang Liyou's firm and calm gaze, he swallowed the words back down.

Zhang Liyou was more resilient and intelligent than he had imagined. The other party's decision to seek revenge was not only for friendship, but also a well-thought-out decision.

This is more commendable and admirable than acting rashly out of friendship to seek revenge.

Luo Ji walked into the room, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and then looked at Zhang Liyou and continued:

"Then you can continue to live here with me without worry. I believe that the two of us will one day find an opportunity to kill Feng Yuhuai!"

Luo Ji now speaks with more confidence. With the master's space behind him, it's only a matter of time before his strength increases by leaps and bounds. At that time, helping Zhang Liyou kill Feng Yuhuai will be a piece of cake.

While I'm at it, I'll also steal his destiny, even though he doesn't really care about it anymore.

Having an extra destiny is always a good thing, so there's nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Liyou nodded. Receiving such a positive and supportive response from Luo Ji not only brought her some comfort but also unconsciously increased her trust and goodwill towards him.

Luo Ji, recalling his upcoming plans, added:
"However, I should let you know in advance that I have to go to the Hidden Sect to explore new lands again in a couple of days."

Zhang Liyou knew that Luo Ji had signed a life-or-death contract with the advance team, requiring him to go to the Hidden Gate ten times. She admired his courage.

She had secretly been tempted to join the Hidden Sect like Luo Ji.

Although the Hidden Sect is dangerous, it also seems to contain opportunities. Perhaps I can find some treasure or opportunity to become stronger, just like Luo Ji.

But in the end, reason prevailed and stopped her from taking this risk.

With her current low strength and lack of trump cards like Luo Ji, rashly entering the Hidden Sect would likely not be seeking opportunities, but rather courting death.

She said in a deep voice:

"I understand. Be very careful, anything can happen in the Hidden Gate."

She paused, then asked,
"By the way... did you find anything at the hospital today?"

Luo Ji knew Zhang Liyou wanted to ask him if he had bumped into Feng Mu, so he answered truthfully:
"I didn't run into Feng Mu, but I unexpectedly saw another destiny—[Shadow of the Curtain], who is a constable in the police station."

"Hmm...it's not Feng Yuhuai's father, Feng Ju. I've seen his picture, so I'm sure it's not him. It's another constable I don't know."

Zhang Liyou listened quietly, a thoughtful expression on her face, and said:

"This person's fate is only one character different from Feng Yuhuai's, so they must have some special relationship with her."

And it's someone from the police station... It seems the problem isn't just with her father, Feng Ju; the entire police system might be seriously flawed.

Zhang Liyou pondered for a moment and then said:
"I understand. I'm going out for a bit and will be back later."

Just as Luo Ji was about to ask, "Where are you going?", Zhang Liyou had already turned around quickly, opened the door, and walked out.

The door was gently closed with a soft "click," leaving Luo Ji alone in the room. He looked at the closed door and frowned slightly.

Zhang Liyou hadn't really decided where she wanted to go. She just felt incredibly suffocated, as if a huge rock was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Although she could fully understand and support Cui Cui's departure rationally, she still felt an indescribable loneliness and depression emotionally.

She desperately wanted to call home, hear her parents' voices, let them know she was safe, and tell them she was still alive.

This thought, like a wildly growing vine, entwined around her heart.

But she didn't dare!

She was terribly frightened.

I'm afraid that once I hear my family's voice, all my strength and pretense will crumble instantly, and I won't be able to resist wanting to go home immediately and rush into my mother's arms.

Then... they brought that monster Feng Yuhuai home.

Therefore, she could only suppress her longing, not making phone calls or sending messages, so that her family would think she was dead or missing.

It's simple. On the day of the martial arts joint examination, there were far too many teachers and students who died or went missing at the Eighth Academy. No one would suspect anything if she were one more.

She walked aimlessly along the street, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

She walked aimlessly for about an hour, her legs and feet aching and numb, before she finally looked up blankly and gazed at the familiar street scene around her.

To my surprise, I realized I had unknowingly walked into the neighborhood near my home. Just two more street corners, past a row of breakfast stalls, and I'd be almost home…

The familiar street scenes and shop signs were like invisible hands, tugging at her heartstrings.

"When I get home... I'll just sneak a peek... from a distance, just from a street corner... just one look at Mom and Dad..."

A seductive whisper resonated in her heart, like the murmur of a devil.

"I can't go home! Absolutely not!"

Zhang Liyou suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes instantly reddening, a layer of moisture blurring her vision.

She bit her lower lip hard, forced herself to turn around, and with tears in her eyes, almost ran away as if fleeing, turning and running in the opposite direction from home.

She didn't intentionally go to the right; she just wanted to choose a path that went against the direction of "home," using physical distance to forcibly sever the emotional ties she felt.

On the right, after passing through two relatively wide, busy main roads, the area that leads to is... Emerald Garden.

Of course, Zhang Liyou's destination was not the Emerald Garden; that place had nothing to do with her, and she had never thought of going there.

A considerable distance from Emerald Garden, her frantic pace gradually slowed.

She felt a little thirsty, so she went into a convenience store by the roadside and bought the cheapest bottle of mineral water.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, took a small sip of the cool water, and continued walking along the sidewalk, looking left and right for the bus stop.

Just then, she suddenly caught a strange, subtle sound in her ear.

"Squeak... squeak..."

The sound was intermittent, like something rubbing and scratching against a rough surface, making one's teeth ache.

The sound did not originate from the main road where she was, but from the entrance of a narrow alleyway beside the street.

Nestled between two somewhat old-fashioned buildings, the entrance is dimly lit, with several oversized garbage sorting bins piled up, emitting a sour smell, almost blocking most of the entrance and obstructing the view.

Zhang Liyou frowned. If it were the old her, she definitely wouldn't have had such a strong curiosity and would have avoided it like the plague. But now, this world has rekindled her strong desire to explore.

Curiosity can bring death, or it can bring power!
Zhang Liyou glanced quickly to the left and right. Pedestrians on the main road were hurrying along, either looking down at their phones or rushing to their destination. It seemed that no one noticed the sounds coming from the alley.

Without further hesitation, she focused her gaze, then turned and quickly slipped into the entrance of the alley, hiding herself behind a trash can. Then, without hesitation, she rapidly activated the [Turtle Breathing Technique].

In an instant, it was as if an invisible hand had wiped away all her energy. Her heartbeat and breathing became so faint as to almost disappear, and even the light around her seemed to be slightly distorted and weakened.

Then, she tiptoed silently toward the source of the persistent creaking sound coming from the depths of the path...

....
Zhang Liyou sneaked into the alley and followed the unsettling sounds deeper into the path.

The alley was even more cramped and dark than it appeared from the outside. The mottled walls on both sides seemed ready to press in at any moment, with large chunks of plaster peeling off to reveal the dark gray bricks underneath.

The ground was uneven and littered with carelessly discarded trash and cigarette butts. The further you went in, the dimmer the light became, blocked by the old buildings overhead.

She walked slowly, stopping occasionally, each step landing very lightly. She would first tentatively place her toes down to make sure it wouldn't make a sound before slowly lowering her foot.

All attention was focused on the increasingly close sound.

The sound... was so clear it was chilling.

It was as if some incredibly powerful beast was roughly dragging its prey, accompanied by a tooth-grinding "crack" sound as bones were forcibly broken and twisted, and the sticky sound of wet flesh being torn and separated by sharp claws.

The various sounds combined to create an incredibly terrifying auditory scene.

Ahead in the alley was a ninety-degree corner, and the terrifying sound and the increasingly strong, pungent smell of blood were wafting from behind that corner.

Zhang Liyou's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, but she forcibly suppressed it.

She steeled herself and took a few more steps forward. The cold wall sent a chill through her thin clothes. Then, cautiously, she peeked half her head out from the corner.

Just one glance!
Her blood seemed to freeze instantly, her limbs turned icy cold, and a chilling terror shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her almost scream. She bit her lip tightly, choking back all the horror in her throat.

After the corner, there is a small dead-end alleyway formed by the building layout, with high walls on three sides.

On the ground lay a... or rather, a mangled corpse that could hardly be called a "corpse".

Only a broken chest and half a shoulder remained, the limbs twisted and broken at angles completely contrary to human anatomy, scattered on the ground like broken puppet parts.

The sound she just heard must have been the sound of the corpse's limbs being twisted off.

Beside the corpse stood, or rather, lay a deformed humanoid monster.

It is described as lying down because it has four human thighs of different skin color, thickness, and even length, which are twisted and forcibly spliced ​​together under its abnormally swollen abdomen, forming a bizarre support.

Oh no, it has five legs now, and it is picking up a bloody thigh from the ground and plunging it into its own abdomen with a thud.

Zhang Liyou's pupils constricted sharply as she was horrified to see a terrible wound pierced in the monster's abdomen, but the surrounding flesh buds immediately began to writhe wildly, quickly enveloping and fusing with the new leg.

In just a few breaths, the leg actually became part of its body, twitching slightly.

It was as if the monster had grown another leg.

It is said to be humanoid because every part of its body does indeed originate from humans, just in a different number.

Besides its five legs and four arms, its waist and chest were swollen to an abnormally large size, almost twice the size of a normal person's, and covered with twisted blood vessels.

What's most chilling is that it actually has two necks side by side.

A complete head rests on its neck, its face covered by a dull black metal mask. Two crimson lights flicker in the dim light around the eyes of the mask.

The other neck was severed at the shoulder, and the cut was not a normal cross-section of flesh and blood, but rather withered, charred black granulation tissue, completely empty.

At this moment, the monster was half-lying on the ground, with three of its hands groping haphazardly on the ground, frantically stuffing the scattered limbs and fragments onto itself in an attempt to "repair" itself.

Its remaining hand held upside down a head with disheveled hair and a frozen expression of extreme terror before death.

It was clearly the head of the poor corpse on the ground.

The monster's masked head brought its severed head closer to the severed head in its hand, its crimson eyes fixed on it, as if it were trying to identify something, or perhaps sensing something.

After a long pause, a strange, synthesized voice, mixed with electronic noise, emanated from beneath the mask, filled with confusion and violence:
"No...this isn't right...this isn't my head...I'm missing one...where did my head go?! Where did I put it?!"

(End of this chapter)