At the moment the taxi driver opened the door, Mo Yang had already used a Disguise Card.
After using the card, he himself did not change in any way, but his appearance in the eyes of others was completely different from his original face.
“Take out your ID card for inspection.” Song Kefeng and his team cleverly blocked all four doors of the taxi and stared at the occupants with a tight yet not too aggressive posture.
The obedient taxi driver took out his driver’s license, ID card, and even his household registration book to prove his innocence. Mo Yang, who was being closely watched by Song Kefeng, also calmly took out his ID card.
Song Kefeng took the ID card and carefully examined it from top to bottom. During the inspection, he paid close attention to Mo Yang’s every move. However, to his great disappointment, no matter how he checked and observed, there was nothing suspicious about the man sitting in the back seat of the car.
His ID card did not appear to be fake at all, and the man himself showed no signs of nervousness.
Until the other police officers had finished checking the taxi driver, Song Kefeng still tightly held Mo Yang’s ID card in his hand.
At this point, Song Kefeng’s emotions were extremely conflicting. His intuition told him that this person was definitely suspicious, but his eyes gave him a message that he was absolutely not suspicious. This conflicting message made him somewhat irritable.
Just as he was considering whether or not to forcibly take the man away, his apprentice, Zhang Zhi, suddenly received a phone call, causing his face to change dramatically.
“Master!”
“Something big happened in Kyoto.”
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Song Kefeng narrowed his eyes, and a chilling light flashed inside them. He had personally captured Ji Qingyang, who was a psychopathic killer that enjoyed attacking young men and women before brutally sexually assaulting them. That guy was supposed to be executed in half a month, but he escaped before that?
He looked down at the ID card in his hand and Mo Yang sitting in the car. Finally, he returned the ID card to Mo Yang and turned around to leave.
There are urgent matters at hand, and compared to Mo Yang, who was a criminal that would plan and carry out meticulous murders, Ji Qingyang was the kind of person that needed to be caught as soon as possible. Anyway, as long as Mo Yang continued to operate on this continent, he could always catch him.
As for Ji Qingyang?
Suddenly becoming a martial arts expert?
Song Kefeng sneered, cigarette dangling from his lips. No matter how fast his kung fu was, could he be faster than a bullet? He could just shoot him with a single shot.
However, after Song Kefeng and the police left, Mo Yang did not immediately enter the dream world. He thought for a moment and took out his phone to search for “Ji Qingyang.” Then he saw the reports about his extremely heinous crimes, including murder and sexual assault. He also saw that Song Kefeng was the one who captured him.
Mo Yang looked at Ji Qingyang’s face in the wanted poster and memorized it.
He wasn’t someone who liked to meddle in other people’s business. It was just that one sentence the young police officer said that caught his attention: suddenly becoming a martial arts expert was impossible under normal circumstances. It was like in the real world, there couldn’t be any invisibility cloaks or perfect disguises.
And if a person can suddenly undergo such a huge change, then most likely he, just like the others, has a guide and has entered the dream world.
He slowly frowned.
He suddenly realized that the dream world not only can change the destiny of a person, but if more and more people enter the dream world one day, then… what will the real world become?
Just like he could escape the pursuit of elite police officers three or five times, just like Ji Qingyang, the murderer, could escape from prison openly. Even someone like Song Aotian, who was only addicted to pleasure, who can guarantee that he will not do something lawless and immoral when he becomes powerful?
“Young man? Young man? What’s wrong with you? You look so bad? Are you feeling worse with your cold? Do you want to go to the hospital?”
Mo Yang was brought back to reality by the driver’s voice, he shook his head and put away his thoughts. Suddenly, he asked the driver: “Uncle, do you know about the dream world?”
“What? What dream world?”
“The dream world.”
“Oh, dreams, my dream is to earn more money every day to find a beautiful wife for my son, and then hold a fat grandson, hahaha, that’s all I want!”
Mo Yang kept his mouth shut. At this moment, the translucent screen appeared in front of his eyes, with bright red letters warning him:
[Rule one of the three major rules of the dream world: Prohibition of any private disclosure of the existence of the dream world. Severe violations will result in mental obliteration.]
As these bright red letters appeared, Mo Yang felt a sharp pain coming from his brain, as if many needles were attacking his brain. The pain made him sweat all over in a very short time. It was only when the seemingly long but actually brief attack ended that Mo Yang weakly leaned on the back of the car. He lowered his eyelids, covering the sharp cold light in his eyes.
In the mountains outside the special prison in Jing City, a man sits on a large rock without any image, laughing wildly.
“Hahaha!”
“Hahahaha!!”
“Wanna kill me? Wanna send me to hell? The ones who died first are still you guys!!”
“What was that saying again?”
“Hell is empty, all the devils are here.” Ji Qingyang covers half of his face with his hand, and the upturned corners of his mouth look both joyful and ferocious.
“So, what should the devil do next? Hmm, let’s first harvest the tomatoes I planted. Farming is my favorite hobby besides killing people.”
Hm, always know that this book secretly about farming
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A secret farming slice of life
Damn that was scary. Thank you for the chapter !
…Kyoto? I remember the characters for Kyoto and Xijing being the same ones, they both mean Western Capital… And if Song Kefeng actually went to Kyoto to catch that criminal, he must be really, really good, and quite valued.
“Hell is empty, All the devils are here” That’s was a saying in the manga, Moriarty the Patriot!!
huh, i wonder if something will happen to make Song Kefeng stop being a cop and then he joins the dreamers? i feel like he’s already on the edge of going crazy