In the dim light shrouded by tightly closed curtains, a faint sense of gloom filled the room. The old, mottled light bulb on the ceiling flickered as if in sync with a heartbeat, casting unstable light that illuminated a face disfigured by flames, making it even more terrifying.

He sat near the door, the sound of typing on the keyboard before the computer screen filled the air as he sent an encrypted email to a certain mailbox.

On the wooden bed opposite the door, the dark figure of Number 2 sat cross-legged, his entire black face drooping, intently playing with the ant stick.

Around him, by the pillow, was a thin layer of crushed ant carcasses, occasionally dipping a finger to taste before slurping it loudly.

The sounds of quick keyboard taps and finger slurps interwove.

On the email window, the following words were typed:

First, the goods handler quietly infiltrated Academy 47 in recent days, skillfully stealing the student information that hadn't been officially "deactivated."

[Feng Mu: Male

Photo: Feng Mu.jpg

Age: 22

Root Bone: 49 (admission test)

Scores: Humanities score 521, Martial arts score 236, Total 757. (junior year's first comprehensive exam)

Home address: Zone 9 Neighborhood xxx Street xxx District

Current status: Quit exam, graduated early. (Date: March 18, 233)

Civil status: Blank People

Father: Feng Ju

Occupation: Chief Constable at the Patrol Office

Civil status: D

Mother: Wang Xiuli

Occupation: None

Civil status: Blank People

Sister: Feng Yuhuai

Occupation: Freshman student

Civil status: Not registered, yet to participate in civil exam.]

After inputting the basic file information, the goods handler's lips curled into a cruel smirk, a flash of pride in his eyes as if to say: "You might deceive others, but you can't fool me."

He then softly typed the following on the keyboard:

[Since Feng Mu left school, he has worked at the crematorium. His disguised identity is that of a furnace worker (Note: Has not appeared at work for five consecutive days, suspected to have fled?).]

Then, the goods handler began organizing and summarizing the recent incidents in Zone 9, sorting the complex information methodically.

Gradually, he typed his conclusion into the email with slow and deliberate keystrokes:

[Both the student and the furnace worker are mere roles played by Feng Mu. We highly suspect his true identity is [Mask].]

[Black Core, upon my investigation, has most likely fallen entirely into [Mask]'s hands.]

In the end, the handler's fingertips lightly tapped the keyboard, with the appearance of text on the screen, the truth of a certain event was being pieced back together by him:

[From my thorough investigation, Feng Mu's background appears bland and without any noteworthy anomalies.]

[However, just days before his withdrawal, a murder occurred at Academy 47. This event seems to hide clues related to the Evil Sacrifice.]

[The Patrol Office is eager to solve the case, identifying Zheng Hang (Remark: son of former Cyan Wolf Gang leader Zheng Si) as the murderer.]

The goods handler sneered, typing his conclusion:

[I deduce, the true perpetrator of the Evil Sacrifice is likely Feng Mu, with the sacrifice target being the Puppet Mother.]

To support this assertion, the handler outlined several rationales, the most crucial evidence being the foiled attack on the night of April 11.

[...The attack failed, and Feng Mu's sister Feng Yuhuai was rescued by the claws of the Puppet Mother who protected her from the shadows. Zhang Hao, confirmed missing that night, was turned into a Human Puppet.]

The goods handler recalled that night's scene, his expression darkened, typing harder on the keyboard.

[I can fully confirm, Feng Mu is a potential host cherished by the Puppet Mother, chosen for seeding. By feeding and sustaining the Puppet Mother, he gained Strength and used it to control the Puppet Mother's claws, covertly guarding his sister.]

[The murder at Academy 47 was Feng Mu's first offering to feed the Puppet Mother, marking his descent into becoming the Mask.]

Note, here, the handler used the term "descent." If any observant individual glimpsed this email, they might catch an elusive hint, discerning the complex nuances behind this word.

The Calamity Corpse Sect is a Cult.

The Puppet Mother is an Evil God.

All are wicked; who is righteous to accuse the other of descent, isn't it laughable.

However, the world is amusing in this way!

The Calamity Corpse Sect regards the Black Core as everything, perceiving the Puppet Mother and her claws' creation of Human Puppets as blasphemy against the living, believing the right action is to let the living die.

Similarly, the Puppet Mother and her claws scoff at the teachings of the Calamity Corpse Sect, considering their actions as desecration of corpses, with the correct approach being to let the dead achieve eternal life.

Recalling the Puppet Mother's minions, the goods handler's eyes flared with intense killing intent as he continued typing:

[In the past, battles between our Calamity Corpse Sect and the Puppet Mother also occurred, but these were mere surface skirmishes, our core remained unscathed.]

[But this is different; the Mask stealing the Black Core is an extremely dangerous signal.]

[The Puppet Mother, who once only desecrated and played with corpses as an Evil God, seems no longer content with past actions. She is subtly maneuvering her claws, slyly bypassing corpses to covet the Black Core.]

[The Puppet Mother has shown an unprecedented, newfound coveting for the Black Core, which is extremely dangerous and unfavorable for our Calamity Corpse Sect.]

[The Black Core must not be coveted!!!]

[More than losing a box of Black Core, I find it more pressing to comprehend whether the Mask's theft of the Black Core is a solitary act or done under the Puppet Mother's auspices.]

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