Chapter 9: The Crime Scene

Muscle soreness and the internal clock woke Feng Mu punctually.

Every day upon opening his eyes, the first thing to greet his retina was inevitably the system interface.

[Game progress inherited: 1%.]

[Rewards have been sent!]

[Please continue your efforts to improve progress and unlock more rewards…]

Feng Mu closed the interface and curled his lips. “The system’s the one that should be working harder—send those rewards earlier. Sent and received are two different things, don’t they get that?”

Feng Mu felt like every time he opened his eyes, he was checking this interface, much like waiting anxiously for a delivery after online shopping in his past life, his mood scratched and restless to the point of irritation.

Only consuming iron could soothe this impatience.

After a quick wash in the bathroom, Feng Mu realized he hadn’t trusted the toilet for two days.

“Because I’m only eating iron and no rice, there’s no need for excretion. Makes perfect sense. Though I still wear human skin, my innards are moving away from flesh and blood.”

He looked at his reflection, noticing his face paler than usual, skin whiter.

Pulling open his collar, he examined his chest in the mirror. Whether it was imagination or not, he thought his chest muscles had caved in by about a centimeter, faintly outlining the edges of bones.

Pressing his hand against the skin, the chill emanating from his bones was even more distinct, as if cold iron chunks hid beneath his flesh.

“Are my bones turning into iron? Hmm, hopefully I won’t grow skin over them eventually.”

Swallowing a few iron beads, Feng Mu recalled an anime character from his previous life who could pull his bones out to make them dance—a truly formidable ability.

What was that character’s fate again? Bone cancer or a blood disease?

He pushed the thought aside, shouldered his backpack, and left.

Today he didn’t head to the hardware store but went straight to school. Passing an old broken bridge tunnel, he stopped his bike and threw a food box inside.

Under the bridge was a makeshift shelter where several beggar children lived, their faces blackened and indistinguishable in gender, their eyes vacant and numb.

Only when a stray dog tore open the food box did the beggar children suddenly awaken, growling low and fierce, lunging at the dog with hands and feet alike.

For a moment, Feng Mu almost couldn’t tell who was human and who was dog in that tangled mass.

He rode his bike away.

Early morning outside the school gate, a police car was parked, with two captains from the precinct entering the campus with the security guard. Passing students and teachers all cast curious glances.

Feng Mu pushed his bike slowly, deliberately dragging his steps. Faint words like “missing person” and “investigation” floated into his ears.

Squinting, Feng Mu casually noted the two captains’ appearances out of the corner of his eye.

Campus life was repetitive and dull. The sudden arrival of two captains was like dropping two cat turds into a bland soup—impossible not to attract attention.

Feng Mu sat quietly in the back row of the classroom. Without needing to go anywhere or inquire, bits and pieces of information naturally gathered in his ears.

“I’m telling you, those two captains are here because…”

“Oh, the precinct received two reports, specifically…”

“I got this from Class 2-4, it’s like this…”

“…”

Every class became an intelligence hub; students transformed into spies, terrifying in their complete lack of secrecy.

They eagerly shared and exchanged information, ultimately spreading the latest news to every corner of the school.

This was exactly why Feng Mu, even after dealing with the corpse, still stubbornly lingered at school—he was waiting for this moment.

“Everyone’s my eyes and ears. Thank you.”

His eyes grew moist. He felt the camaraderie and support from his classmates and quickly pieced together preliminary intelligence:

The female victim, Wang Wei, from Class 2-4, beautiful but introverted, average grades, poor family background, father deceased, mother an unregistered citizen, recently the family ran into trouble and was short on money.

The male victim, Zheng Hang, from Class 2-7, average looks, moderate grades, but generous and influential on campus with several followers. He had changed girlfriends three or four times in high school, rumored to have some family background.

Zheng Hang had pursued Wang Wei in sophomore year but was rejected.

Wang Wei’s mother reported her missing the night before last; Zheng Hang’s father filed a report yesterday.

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By lunchtime, the feverish atmosphere of information gathering reached its peak—the discovery of a corpse in an abandoned warehouse.

When the body, covered with a white cloth, was brought out, the entire campus erupted.

The more the teachers urged students not to gather and watch, the more crowded the students became outside the police tape; the stricter the ban on talking, the more rampant the gossip and chatter.

Students crowded around outside the cordon, tiptoeing and craning their necks, their eyes yearning to bore holes into the walls.

Feng Mu, backpack on, stood among them.

Because the discovery of the corpse upgraded the case from a disappearance to a homicide, two more captains and a forensic doctor were dispatched.

Feng Mu squinted. “Only four captains for a murder? Seems the precinct is tied up with a major case and can’t spare more manpower.”

He silently memorized the captains’ appearances.

Blue police uniforms, dirty collars; the deputy captain Li Shang bore a scar on his profile and looked utterly exhausted—clearly had been working nonstop for days.

“Two missing, but only one body found at the scene?” Li Shang furrowed his brow.

“Yes, just one. Bloodstain analysis indicates the victim was bludgeoned to death here and then dragged into a dark room behind the wooden rack,” answered Captain Chang Erbing.

The wooden rack had been moved aside. Li Shang entered the dark room, his pupils shrinking sharply.

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