Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 253 - 237: He’s Watching Me!!!

——Congratulations, Yuhuai, as you successfully pass the test of the game for the second time, the bond between us has become even stronger.

Therefore, please allow me to directly call you Yuhuai! 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

——Now, Yuhuai, you can continue to bask in the light, enjoying the brightness and warmth of your successful recharge!

——I will be watching closely and eagerly anticipating witnessing your splendid performance in the next round of the game, good luck~

After sending the heartfelt blessing message, Feng Mu did not attach his name.

In his heart, the best brother should care for his sister like the male supporting character in a romantic drama.

Always silently guarding in unknown corners, quietly giving, yet never stepping into the spotlight, never stealing the scene or declaring, not expecting any reward or gratitude.

This kind of protection is the deepest, the purest, the most sincere, the most selfless, and the love that should be praised the most!

Feng Mu couldn't help but be moved by his own deep affection, his eyes slightly moistening.

However, Feng Yuhuai, just walking out from near the crime scene, didn't seem too appreciative.

She frowned and gloomily stared at her phone screen, her resilient and unyielding willpower was like a basin of cold water poured over her head, instantly cooled.

As if the red-hot iron in the furnace, constantly being forged and shaped, was suddenly quenched by icy water from above, a chill spread from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, making her involuntarily shiver where she stood.

"He didn't need me to report, yet he already knew I completed my task. Could it be, he is silently watching my every move nearby?"

Feng Yuhuai's cheeks subtly twitched, her eyes swiftly scanned around, searching hard for something.

Her gaze passed through the deep alleys across, looking up at the immense night sky with extinguished lamps, glancing at the eerie tree shadows beside swaying in the wind.

Despite it being empty everywhere, she felt as though there were countless invisible eyes hiding in every direction, staring unblinkingly at her in the endless darkness.

The only source of light was herself and the bright phone screen in her hand, making it feel like the road beneath her feet was…..dark under the light?!!

....

Ma Xuan, after hanging up his phone, couldn't rid himself of his uneasy feeling.

He glanced at the time, eventually deciding to take off his pajamas and change into his regular outdoor attire.

He quietly walked out of his bedroom, cautiously pushed open the door of the adjacent bedroom.

Through the narrow crack of the door, he watched for a while the beautiful woman and the chubby baby sleeping on the bed, an involuntary warm smile appeared on his face.

Then, he gently closed the door, fearing to disturb the mother and child's peaceful dreams.

Ma Xuan put on his shoes, quietly locked the door, left home with a slight reluctance.

A few seconds later, Ma Xuan entered the elevator, pulled out his glasses from his pocket while facing the polished, bright elevator door, his smile vanished, reverting to his usual cold demeanor.

Ma Xuan recalled how Chang Wei often disliked him, feeling he was too pretentious, always appearing with a Mask, but he never rebutted or argued.

Because he sincerely believed that a Mask is an essential skill for human survival, and there are only two types of people in this world who can do without a Mask.

One is newborn babies, who have yet to learn!

The other is…..the dead, who don't need to act anymore!

Ma Xuan knocked a few times on the door; it wasn't locked and opened with a gentle push.

The scene behind the door caused his eyes to narrow—a woman's corpse was hanging there, a thin red cord tied around her neck, the other end firmly embedded in the ceiling, her death was horrifying.

Ma Xuan had seen this woman's photo on Chang Wei's phone, knowing this female corpse should be Chang Wei's sister.

Standing at the doorway, Ma Xuan cautiously called Chang Wei's name a couple of times, the house was dead silent, no one responded.

He stood in place, slightly turned his body, and carefully leaned his head into the door, peering into the living room.

The house was unusually tidy, apart from the hanging corpse and the little blood dripping beneath it, there was no second puddle of blood or signs of a struggle.

Ma Xuan's mind was filled with suspicions, but his shoes never stepped inside.

Maintaining his distance, he stood at the door and calmly dialed the Patrol Office's emergency number.

Half an hour later.

Ma Xuan stood in front of the stairwell entrance, watching as the scene was cordoned off, and a female corpse covered with a white sheet was carried away.

Ma Xuan turned to the Chief Constable who was taking notes, his voice low as he asked, "Was there only one corpse in the house?"

The Chief Constable yawned, appearing somewhat inattentive, only responding indifferently.

Ma Xuan's heart tightened, remembering the strange voice on the phone earlier, he realized that his previous assumption was too hasty.

There is a third type of person in this world who also doesn't need to wear a Mask because he can't find his face.

Chang Wei disappeared, just like his nephew Cang Qingsen, who also vanished!

The Chief Constable continued noting in his notebook, while scrutinizing Ma Xuan: "Why are you at someone else's home at this hour?"

Ma Xuan opened his mouth, initially intending to reveal the contents of the strange phone call, but as the words reached his lips, a face inexplicably appeared in his mind, leading him to conceal the key details of the call.

He replied calmly:

"Tonight, I received a call from Chang Wei at home, but he didn't say a word, which I found strange. So, after calling back and hearing no response again, I felt uneasy and came over to check, but didn't expect….."

Ma Xuan paused, adding: "After I arrived, the door just pushed open, then I called the police, I didn't enter the house."

By the time the Chief Constable finished taking notes, it was already past midnight.

After the Chief Constable completed the report, Ma Xuan tiredly returned to his car.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, the smoke filled the car.

Trapping the cigarette butt between his fingers, he picked up his phone, opened the contact list, his finger hovered over two names repeatedly.

After a moment of contemplation, he exhaled a deep smoke ring, dialed Qian Huan's number, and pressed the record button on the screen.

"Hello, Prison Director Qian, something happened to Chang Wei, it's like this…..Yes, I just finished the report and left the scene, no Chang Wei's body was found there, I called his phone, it's turned off, indeed, Chang Wei disappeared, and like his nephew, is nowhere to be found!"

Ma Xuan hung up, replaying the call recording several times, especially noting Prison Director Qian Huan's tone and manner upon hearing the news, he listened carefully, over and over again.

"The director's change in tone is very noticeable, not like he's acting, but could it be, my guess was wrong, or perhaps the director is just too good at acting?"

Being someone accustomed to wearing a Mask, Ma Xuan naturally looks at others' Masks through tainted glasses, the more realistic it appears, the more suspicious he becomes.

Ma Xuan furrowed his brows, dialed another number, likewise pressing the record button.

"Hello, Zhou Hu, something happened to Chang Wei….."

Before Ma Xuan could finish his words, the phone was interrupted by a thunderous voice:

"It must be Qian Huan who did it, damn it! It's definitely his retaliatory warning. Don't worry, I'll report to the higher-ups right away, Qian Huan broke the rules by doing this!"

Ma Xuan likewise repeatedly listened to the recording, Zhou Hu impulsively blaming the Prison Director without a second thought.

"Both reactions seemed genuine, neither appeared to be acting, so whom should I trust, or perhaps, I should not trust either of them?"

Ma Xuan extinguished the cigarette, shut off his phone, the car shrouded in darkness, he rubbed his stiff face, staring blankly outside the window at the similarly dim and cold darkness, scarcely seeing any light…..