The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 22 Eliminating Traces
The next day, Mu Sheng went out early again and went to the hardware store to buy some handy tools.

We arrived at Saigon, which was sparsely populated and full of forests, making it a perfect place to destroy the bodies.

After carefully selecting a few trees with dense root systems, Mu Sheng began to dig the hole. With his current physical fitness and the space, a large and deep hole was dug in a short while.

As usual, first take off the clothes, then destroy the face and fingerprints. If you are more careful, you can actually knock out the teeth.

But Xiaosha and the others were just a bunch of social scum, or the little minions among the social scum. Even if they disappeared collectively, no one would care. Mu Sheng was too lazy to do it too cleanly. It was not worth the effort.

Throw a pile of naked corpses into the pit, fill it with soil, pat it down firmly, and then pull up the weeds and bushes to cover it up.

perfect.

Then he took out the safe, took the hammer and crowbar he had bought, and smashed it hard, and pried open the safe in a few hits.

Without rushing to count, Mu Sheng packed up everything and planned to go home.

On the way back, he found a hilltop to throw the smashed safe, then went to a more remote beach and threw some broken items into the sea.

By the way, he piled up the clothes of Xiaosha and others and the clothes he used as a disguise yesterday, sprinkled a bottle of cheap white wine on them, and set them on fire.

The flames rose up and burned fiercely, and a wisp of black smoke rose and then dissipated.

What was burned was not only their clothes, but also their sins.

Ah, this ocean that nurtures life.

Ah, this flame that burns death.

Oh my god, is this a poem I wrote? I am really talented, the words and the mood are no better than those shit and piss poems.

Mu Sheng thought that the poem he improvised was really great. He didn't expect that this time he discovered his hidden talent by destroying the evidence.

Not bad.

Just revel in it until the flames die out, and then wash the ashes into the sea.

Now I really have to go home.

When Mu Sheng returned to his residence, it was almost four o'clock. All the time was wasted on the road. At this time, the students were out of school.

The school hours in Hong Kong are different from those in the mainland, and school ends at around 3:00 p.m.

Mu Sheng carefully closed the doors and windows and began to sort out the harvest.

A Black Star pistol.

Two account books.

Some gold chains and a gold watch.

A stack of property certificates.

A pile of banknotes.

The Black Star pistol often appears in Hong Kong dramas. It is actually the domestically produced Type 54 pistol. I don't know if it is a black gun. I will keep it for self-defense and get rid of it when I get a better one.

The account book is a record of Xiaosa's buying and selling of meatballs. It is useless, and the owner has died, so it will be disposed of later.

The gold chain and gold watch should be worth some money, so keep them for now.

The property certificate was for the bar and billiard room, which was of little use. It was impossible for Mu Sheng to take over the properties with the certificate, otherwise it would be a waste of time.

Finally, it’s the cash. Together with the previous 90,000, the total is 680,000.

No wonder the big bosses look down on Xiaosha's club, it's really disappointing, with so little money. Other clubs have millions or tens of millions of dollars.

After putting everything into the space, Mu Sheng opened the panel and began to study the progress of energy accumulation.

Only one tenth of the long progress bar was lit. Mu Sheng felt that he should have changed Zhu Wanfang's plot thoroughly, after all, the villains had been killed.

It seems that the plots of nine dramas need to be completely changed to accumulate enough energy.

It may also be even fewer. After all, although the original drama is tragic, the entire drama only affects a few people.

What if the story involves thousands or tens of thousands of people? It will accumulate more energy, right?
Forget it, you’ll know the answer when you come across other plots in the future.

The first priority now is to find a place to move out.

"Brother Sheng, are you going out so early?"

Zhu Wanfang hasn't seen Mu Sheng for a few days, and she always feels like something is missing in her heart.

I didn't expect that as soon as I went out today, I saw Mu Sheng was about to go out.

"It's Afang," Mu Sheng turned around and saw Zhu Wanfang looking at him with joy.

"He's going to school. Then we can go together."

The two walked towards the stairs together.

"Is everything going on at school lately?"

"No, everything is fine, except George always gives me a bad look. Xiaozhen has quarreled with him several times because of me."

While talking about school matters, Zhu Wanfang approached Mu Sheng unnoticeably.

"By the way, Afang," Mu Sheng suddenly stopped when he reached the first floor: "The thing I told you about before has been taken care of. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Ah, what about that thing?" Zhu Wanfang was stunned for a moment before she reacted. She said in disbelief, "Really? It was Xiaosha and the others."

"Well, Xiaosha and the others won't appear again, and won't harass you anymore." Mu Sheng nodded.

Zhu Wanfang suddenly remembered that George did not come to school yesterday and Xiaozhen couldn't find him.

Brother Sheng said they would not show up again, and George did not come to school. Could it be...
"Yes, it's just what you think." Mu Sheng knew what Zhu Wanfang was thinking from her expression: "But don't tell anyone, understand, keep it a secret."

After saying this, he placed his right index finger to his lips and hushed softly.

Zhu Wanfang hummed and nodded vigorously. She believed Mu Sheng's words without any hesitation. All kinds of emotions suddenly emerged in her heart.

She didn't know how to describe her current mood. Was it the relief and joy of getting rid of trouble? Or was it gratitude and admiration for Brother Sheng?
She couldn't tell, but the only thing she was sure of was that there was no fear after knowing this.

"Okay, go to school quickly. We can talk in the evening. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Mu Sheng waved his hand and turned to leave.

Zhu Wanfang stared at the gradually shrinking figure in a daze for a long time. Realizing that she was about to be late, she hurried to the school.

Mu Sheng didn't return to his residence until after eight o'clock in the evening. Today, plus what he had seen in various areas of Hong Kong in the past few days.

He already has plans for where to move, and as he is currently just renting a house, he doesn't have to think too much about it.

I'll find an agent to look at the house tomorrow, and if things go smoothly, I can move out the day after tomorrow.

As for this house, it won't cost much to rent, so I'll keep it for now. I can just ask Datou to come and clean it from time to time.

Zhu Wanfang was distracted during class today. Her mind was full of what happened this morning. She had many thanks and other things she wanted to say to Mu Sheng.

I finally waited until school was over and ran home, but there was no one in the next room.

I could only come out to check on him every once in a while, but it was already dark and Mu Sheng still hadn't come back.

Finally, when I went out to the corridor to observe again, the light in the room was finally on.

Zhu Wanfang couldn't wait to go up and knock on the door.

dong dong dong~
(End of this chapter)