novelraw Chapter 417 - 401: Her Body Can’t Fool My Eyes
Chapter 417 - 401: Her Body Can’t Fool My Eyes
"Something’s a bit strange."
Feng Mu was observing the medical area inside the tent through the crowd, his pupils constantly adjusting focus.
Gong Qi glanced a few times as well, but couldn’t see anything amiss. He looked at Feng Mu suspiciously:
"It’s just a bunch of medical equipment. They seem quite advanced. Is there something wrong?"
Feng Mu squinted his eyes and replied:
"Considering there’s a grand joint examination, even if it’s just for show, the school set up a medical area. That’s not strange. What’s strange is that the equipment is so advanced and free of charge. That doesn’t seem like a formality, but rather genuine concern."
Gong Qi was taken aback, somewhat realizing something, but not fully understanding, he asked puzzled:
"Wouldn’t genuine concern be a good thing?"
If this question were asked in the previous life, genuine concern would naturally be great, as formalism is undesirable.
However, in this world, if the authorities suddenly show genuine concern for the people below them, you’d better think about things differently, otherwise...
Feng Mu withdrew his gaze and didn’t directly answer Gong Qi’s question. Instead, he posed another question:
"Fifth Senior Brother, do you think life has a price?"
Gong Qi nodded as a matter of course, without hesitation: "Of course."
Feng Mu murmured: "Yeah, life does have a price. Do the lives of a few students match up with those rare instruments even seen in hospitals?"
Gong Qi suddenly realized something, sensing that things indeed seemed a bit off.
Excitement appeared on his face immediately: "Little Junior Brother, do you think there’s something wrong with this Eternal Life Technology, so, what should we do?"
Feng Mu pondered for a few seconds, shook his head, and said: "There might not necessarily be any issues, but nevertheless, we should all stay alert."
Feng Mu wasn’t the type to meddle in others’ affairs; whatever schemes Eternal Life Technology was hiding, as long as they didn’t involve him, he couldn’t care less.
He simply felt that the medical ethics displayed by the female doctor earlier were too noble, and that she seemed to have an unusual interest in their own foolish Imoto.
If Eternal Life Technology’s interest in Feng Yuhuai was merely because they observed something unusual about her and wanted to extract her blood for experiments,
or if they wanted to outright capture her as a guinea pig, Feng Mu wouldn’t be surprised, nor would he interfere.
After all, the world is full of all sorts of bad people. No matter where one suddenly pops up from, with whatever malicious intentions, it doesn’t warrant his alarm.
Feng Mu suddenly thought of the Calamity Corpse Sect.
"Is it possible that members of the Calamity Corpse Sect have arrived? Considering the timing, it seems about time to take the bait."
Feng Mu mused internally, a hint of anticipation quietly rose in his heart.
The digestion speed of [Calamity Iron] had increased significantly, in other words, the collection of [Calamity Iron] must be put back on the agenda.
His gaze once again swept over the snowy white tents of the medical area, a hint of profound meaning flashing in his eyes. He then smoothly withdrew his gaze, blending into the bustling, lively crowd.
A deep-seated premonition stirred within Feng Mu, suggesting that the Martial Arts Joint Examination wouldn’t conclude peacefully, and unexpected twists could occur.
Yet, Feng Mu was neither omniscient nor omnipotent; at this moment, he couldn’t foresee that the upcoming spectacle would far surpass his imagination.
.......
Zhou Hu stepped through the gates of the Eighth Academy, immediately captivated by the lively scene of the Martial Arts Joint Examination.
The playground was bustling with voices, flags fluttered, banners and slogans hung everywhere, engulfing the entire campus in the excitement of the crowd.
However, what comforted Zhou Hu the most wasn’t the lively scene, but those cameras broadcasting live.
They were like sharp eyes, quietly observing every corner of the playground, capturing each moment.
Zhou Hu looked up to see surveillance cameras densely arranged in every corner of the campus, some hanging high on lampposts, others on trees, while some hovered directly in mid-air.
Furthermore, the presence of distinguished guests on the podium and the constables from the Patrol Office on the playground also added a sense of solemnity and order to the joint examination.
In an instant, Zhou Hu’s sense of security was overwhelmingly enhanced.
"Staying home alone might lead to unfortunate accidents, but here under the eyes and cameras of countless others, surely I won’t meet an unexpected end."
Zhou Hu glanced around, looking at the century-old monument standing in the center of the playground, a wise smile appeared on his face, impressed by his own brilliance.
In the bustling stands, Red Dragonfly lounged lazily against her seat, holding a cup of milk tea steadily in her hand.
She was biting on the straw, applying enough force that the straw began to deform under her bites.
The eyes behind her sunglasses were like deep, dark pools, calmly sweeping across the medical area not far away.
As her gaze shifted, it landed on the receding figure of Feng Yuhuai who was slowly walking out.
"Target spotted, should we make a move? This school is filled with prying eyes."
Red Dragonfly continued to bite the straw, her tongue vibrated strangely, emitting sound waves inaudible to ordinary people.
On the edge of the playground, at the curb, Wild Beast was squatting there without any regard for his image.
He wore a pair of loose shorts, his shoe sole pressing down on a sturdy manhole cover, with rustling sounds coming from underneath.
"Don’t act rashly, something feels off, there’s a rotten stench in the air, and the rat swarm following me is agitated, something’s not right."
Wild Beast’s voice replied through the communication chip embedded in his molar:
"This campus hides unseen dangers."
In the gaps of the manhole cover, countless black creatures were faintly seen squirming, their blood-red eyes peeking through the slits, showing agitation and rage.
"Not only is there something wrong with this campus, but even the target..."
The Master of Ceremonies stood at the entrance of the dining hall, his posture straight, wearing a casual outfit.
His mouth slightly curled up, holding a cheap popsicle between his lips.
The popsicle under the "sunlight" glowed a murky orange-yellow, like melting wax.
As he spoke, the popsicle wriggled lightly in his mouth, occasionally making a "pop" sound, mingling with the sound of saliva being swallowed:
"The target’s body is quite strange. Though she disguises flawlessly, those so-called high-tech eyes might not see through her disguise, but they can’t fool my eyes."
While speaking, the Master of Ceremonies’ eyelids flipped for a moment, his entire eyeballs turning a chilling dead white.
On his eyeballs, a strange phantom flashed by—that was a humanoid figure, half of flesh and blood, and half of red thread.
The flesh and blood part was warm and glossy, the blood seemed to flow slightly, exuding a faint smell of blood;
while the red-thread part seemed to stretch from another dimension, with twisted and bizarre lines, wriggling as if alive.
It looked like half a living person had been trimmed down and sewn into a red cloth doll, or like half of a cloth doll’s body had bizarrely grown out of this person’s body.
The two sides were so tightly integrated that it was hard to tell at a glance which side was the host and which side was the parasite...