On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

"It's okay, but he won't be able to hurt anyone again."

As he spoke, Lin Feng pulled Zhang Yang up, his movements clean and neat, and then casually picked up Tang Jun, who had already fainted on the ground, and strode towards the office door.

Chen Yan was stunned and asked with confusion: "Brother Feng, what are you doing?"

"Okay, don't worry about me for now. Let's deal with Su Rongrong's funeral first! By the way, don't contact anyone from the Beijing branch before I contact you."

Chen Yan certainly understood the seriousness of the matter, and before Lin Feng could finish his words, she nodded heavily.

Watching Lin Feng walk out of the office, Chen Yan's eyes unconsciously turned red again, tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing Su Rongrong's miserable appearance at this moment, she was even more heartbroken. As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a salty taste in her mouth.

It turned out that she broke down in tears again.

When Chen Yan walked out of the office holding Su Rongrong, they suddenly heard two deafening thunderous sounds that sounded like dragon roars.

She couldn't help but be stunned, subconsciously stopped, and followed the direction of the sound downstairs.

However, she did not notice anything unusual. All around her was silent, as if the thunder was just an illusion.

Then, Chen Yan glanced at the sky and murmured, "Could it be that I'm hallucinating because I'm too sad?"

At the same time, Lin Feng also quickly walked out of the sugar factory.

Although this sugar factory has been abandoned for many years, the factory buildings are dilapidated and the walls are covered with mottled moss, but due to its superior geographical environment, transportation here is still very convenient.

Not long after walking out, he hailed a taxi on the roadside.

Before Lin Feng even got in the car, the driver asked with a smile, "Brother, where are you going?"

Lin Feng carefully placed the metal box on the seat, then closed the car door and said calmly, "Let's go to the old department store!"

"Well, that place has been deserted for decades. Why would we go there?"

The driver asked curiously as he started the car.

Hearing the other party's question, Lin Feng was slightly stunned, but his face did not show any abnormality.

His eyes darted around, an idea flashed through his mind, and he began to make up a story: "I'm a self-media person. I'm planning to make a documentary about the changes in Beijing over the past century, so I went there to collect some materials."

"Oh, you're a big internet celebrity! I'm so sorry. By the way, I heard you guys are making a lot of money in this business, is that true?"

The taxi driver's eyes lit up instantly. He turned his head with great interest while holding the steering wheel, his eyes full of curiosity and envy.

"No, no..." Lin Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and put on a modest smile, but he couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart. The drivers in Beijing are really good at talking, and they can chat enthusiastically about any topic.

He pondered silently in his heart while continuing to deal with the driver, still with a friendly smile on his face. He agreed with a smile and waved his hand and said, "It's not as easy as you say. In this industry nowadays, it all depends on luck. No one knows which video will suddenly go viral. And many times, the more carefully you prepare the material, the less likely it is to become popular; but if you don't prepare well, then don't even expect it to become popular..."

"Fuck, you young man, you are so funny!"

The driver's hearty laughter instantly filled the small car. That laughter was extremely contagious, as if it could dispel all the gloom. Undoubtedly, the driver's generous praise and enthusiastic response also provided Lin Feng with sufficient emotional value.

In this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of communication, the car weaved through the hustle and bustle of the city and soon came to a steady stop at the door of a desolate building.

After the taxi slowly drove away, raising a cloud of dust, Lin Feng looked around vigilantly.

After making sure that there was no one around, he carefully took out the tracking compass from his pocket.

Almost in an instant, the originally quiet pointer seemed to be injected with a crazy force and began to spin wildly.

Moreover, as he got closer to the department store, the pointer rotated faster and faster, making a "buzzing" sound, as if it was telling something anxiously.

Following the direction indicated by the compass needle, Lin Feng walked quickly into the long-abandoned department store in front of him like an agile cheetah.

The building was filled with an air of decay, with dust flying wildly in the sunlight streaming through the dilapidated windows. Various shabby debris was scattered on the ground, and large flakes of paint had fallen off the walls, revealing mottled surfaces, as if silently telling the story of its former prosperity and present desolation.

Lin Feng was wandering around in circles, taking every step carefully, and his cautious look seemed as if he was exploring a mysterious maze.

Finally, he walked into a room surrounded by walls on three sides.

At this moment, the compass in his hand suddenly seemed to be pulled by an invisible powerful force and fell sharply downwards.

Lin Feng only felt a strong force coming, and his wrist sank. Fortunately, his physical fitness was no longer what it used to be. His body's reaction speed and strength were far beyond that of ordinary people, otherwise he would have been pulled to the ground by this huge suction force.

After pondering for a while, Lin Feng seemed to have suddenly made up his mind. He gathered all his strength and stepped heavily on a square brick under his feet.

The force of that kick was so great that it seemed to break through the ground.

Sure enough, accompanied by a dull sound of a mechanism turning, the bricks under Lin Feng's feet slowly descended as if controlled by an invisible giant hand.

In the blink of an eye, a deep cave entrance appeared in front of Lin Feng, and a damp and dark breath hit his face.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, calmed his nervous mood, and slowly entered an underground palace through the cave entrance.

There was a mysterious atmosphere in the underground palace, and faint lights flickered on the walls, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the darkness.

Slowly raising his head, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The pair of eyes opposite him were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate all darkness, and in an instant they locked onto the metal box in Lin Feng's right hand.

Then, the figure moved slightly and revealed a brilliant smile, which seemed particularly strange in this dark underground palace: "Yangyang, you are finally here. Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"

Yangyang?

At this moment, Lin Feng has actually become Zhang Yang.

This may sound a bit unbelievable, but Lin Feng has the system by his side after all.

Even if something strange happens, it is not incomprehensible.

It turned out that when he had drawn the lottery before, although he hadn't paid much attention to the prizes, he had noted down a few of the more bizarre ones.

For example, the disguise mask.

As long as the mask is put on Zhang Yang's face first and then changed to Lin Feng's face, Lin Feng will become Zhang Yang in an instant.

Of course, such a powerful item can only be used once, and will be completely scrapped after use.

Lin Feng, no, it should be said that it was Lin Feng who had become Zhang Yang at this moment, who nodded slightly.

A subtle glint of something strange flashed across his eyes, and he quickly walked up the stairs to the underground palace. His steps were steady and powerful, and in the blink of an eye he was beside Tang Weiguo.

Yes, that's right. Tang Weiguo, who should have been dead for several days, was actually sitting on a chair at this moment, waiting for Lin Feng to approach with a smile on his face!