"Oh~"

"It's a pervert!"

Feng Mu's voice came through those electronic lenses that shimmered with a chilling light, the lenses like a deep night sky reflecting his increasingly cold face.

Indeed, Feng Mu was already at Cang Qingsen's doorstep before dawn.

This is the advantage of waking up early; when you wake up earlier than your prey, you might be able to glimpse their little secrets.

He lightly adjusted the frame on his nose, and the focus of the lenses quickly adjusted back to normal.

Then, he focused on the phone in his hand, the screen repeatedly playing the scene that just happened in the alley—a brutal video of a kitten dyed red.

The full name of the electronic lenses is multi-functional glasses, a high-tech device from the Arresting Bureau, taken by Senior Sister Liu Xie after "scrapping and destroying" a pair from the internal inventory.

The functions of these multi-functional glasses are not limited to long-distance recording and photographing; they are also equipped with advanced audio recording systems, thermal imaging, and X-ray technology, making them a perfect intelligence-gathering tool.

Feng Mu skillfully maneuvered his phone, switching back to the tracking interface, where the red dot marked as Cang Qingsen moved slowly across the map.

He followed at a leisurely pace, keeping a suitable distance.

Along the way, he observed carefully, but unfortunately, Cang Qingsen did not exhibit any more surprising traits.

After Cang Qingsen entered the school, Feng Mu lingered a while longer, inadvertently spotting surveillance personnel disguised from the Patrol Office at the campus gate, before quietly leaving.

On his way, Feng Mu frequently lowered his head, replaying the video in his hand several times.

In the footage, Cang Qingsen's actions were clean and sharp, with every detail revealing his solid skills and adept techniques.

He then opened Cang Qingsen's basic profile, browsing through it carefully. As he read on, Feng Mu's brow furrowed slightly, and his expression grew increasingly peculiar.

"Could this guy's records have been carefully fabricated?"

Feng Mu has always been wont to suspect others with the greatest malice, and his intuition told him that Cang Qingsen was not as simple as the records suggested.

On the contrary, Cang Qingsen gave him more the impression of those characters from Japanese and Korean suspense dramas he had watched in a past life—appearing ordinary and unremarkable on the surface, yet hiding intelligence and strength capable of easily overpowering regular people, like psychotic murderers.

Especially since Cang Qingsen preferred not to attend college, choosing instead to enter the prison system early on.

While theoretically, some citizens whose exam results are less than ideal might choose to enter the workforce early, is Cang Qingsen's motive really the same as theirs?

Or should I say...

Feng Mu meticulously compared Cang Qingsen's scores in various mock exams, finding that whether in humanities or martial subjects, whether in single subjects or total scores, Cang Qingsen's results were always right on the verge of passing.

"Score control?"

A terrifying term suddenly popped into Feng Mu's mind, his pupils constricting; he couldn't be one hundred percent certain, perhaps he was just overthinking.

The next second, Feng Mu pursed his lips, maliciously pondering to himself: "But if it's true, then the difficulty of the game facing Feng Yuhuai will suddenly escalate. Hmm... my foolish little sister won't fail disastrously, right?"

Feng Mu's gaze fell on the phone map, where the two red dots were almost overlapping. He couldn't help but grin, nearly unable to contain the delight in his heart, softly muttering, "This is getting more and more interesting."

Emotionally, Feng Mu was undoubtedly more inclined towards his sister, the blood relation determined by the system was hard to forsake.

However, he wouldn't give Feng Yuhuai any hints, even if she did fall into a predicament, he would never intervene.

"The most important thing is, if Feng Yuhuai fails here dismally, it proves that this younger sister doesn't have much potential or value, and isn't worth supporting."

"Why not transfer the emotional investment to the person who kills her?"

Deep down, Feng Mu actually felt bad, for after all, he had invested a bit of affection in his sister.

But there was no choice, as the initiator and judge of the game, he had to abide by the rules he set himself, and absolutely couldn't intervene.

Feng Yuhuai asked in a night text if it was unfair?

Feng Mu planned to educate Feng Yuhuai with reality now, about what true fairness is, real fairness is being impartial, recognizing no relatives!

"My name is Feng Mu, I speak for fairness!"

At this moment, Feng Mu gained enlightenment.

...

Eighth Academy.

First-year Martial Arts major class.

Fourth row by the window, Feng Yuhuai was resting her chin on one hand, absent-mindedly listening to the cultural class, her mind filled only with images of Cang Qingsen.

Coincidentally, in a spot just beneath a ceiling, Cang Qingsen sat directly below Feng Yuhuai; he sat erect, eyes also unfocused.

The class content was too simple for him; listening or not made no difference, besides, his mind had already flown away, gone into the prison.

This morning with Chang Wei, though he didn't speak the whole truth, in one thing he didn't lie, that the prison was the place from where he could benefit for a lifetime, a unique and alternative university.

If he could come out having learned from the prison university, wouldn't it be more impressive than graduating from a regular college?

Cang Qingsen glanced around at his classmates who were listening earnestly, a trace of disdain surfacing in his eyes: "While you are in school, stiffly learning and practicing by the book, I've already got hands-on experience."

Cang Qingsen never believed martial arts could be learned in a classroom, he firmly believed that killing was the fastest way to temper and enhance martial arts.

Cang Qingsen lightly twisted his head, his gaze piercing through the window, staring into the distance, suddenly recalling the body that was carried out of the cafeteria that day.

"The twisted form, the dried-out body, somehow contained a unique beauty within the grotesque."

Cang Qingsen's emotions surged, his little forest even engorged with excitement, slightly elevating.

He subconsciously chewed on his nail, quietly contemplating:

"The killer should be hiding within this school, could it be one of my classmates? In the pursuit of martial arts truth, some classmate has already gotten ahead of me."

"If I could find this person, and converse with them face to face, how great that would be."

Cang Qingsen was already tired of the mere act of torturing and killing small animals, that thrill could no longer satiate his inner desire.

He felt sufficiently experimented, years of skill refinement left him eager to apply his learning... on kindred spirits.

Ding-dong-ding.

The class bell rang, lunchtime had arrived.

Cang Qingsen tucked his hands into his pockets, walking towards the cafeteria alone; he was relatively proper and serious, so he had few friends in school, and usually ate alone.

The cafeteria was packed, Cang Qingsen casually got some food, then stood rigidly before a completely occupied table, neither speaking nor urging, quietly waiting like a silent sculpture.

Sure enough, the students at the table quickly finished eating, deftly cleaned up their dishes, and hurried away.

In the distance, snippets of their disgruntled mutters, "What's wrong with him?" slipped into earshot.

Cang Qingsen was indifferent to it, calmly sitting down, extracting a tissue from his pocket, carefully wiping the whole table clean.

Subsequently, he sat upright in his chair, meticulously chewing and slowly swallowing every bite of food.

"Excuse me, can we sit here?"

A gentle, polite voice broke his solitary meal.

Cang Qingsen lifted his head emotionlessly, only to be met by a pure, alluring smile untouched by the world rising into view.

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