Chapter 28 Crazy Old Man

Compared to others, Chu Yu was even more unwilling.

The cooked duck has flown away, that's probably what it feels like.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice now.

Meng Yong said that the matter had already alarmed the headquarters, and the headquarters had prioritized dispatching resources to assist. However, after so much time, there was still no news about Fang Musheng.

Sitting at his desk, Chu Yu looked towards Bai Yue's office from time to time.

Meng Yong went in and walked out dejectedly.

The same is true for Xiao Ming, including several junior superiors, who come in and out, and it seems that they are unable to come up with a practical search plan.

Chu Yu gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked straight to Bai Yue's office.

He didn't know what to do in the office. He just felt uneasy sitting there.

After knocking on the door, Chu Yu walked in and looked at Bai Yue. He said straight to the point, "Let's send a city-wide notice. Fang Musheng has the ability to create demons out of thin air. Just the fact that he can control other people's thoughts and wills, if this old guy breaks the law, the consequences will be disastrous."

"We have taken all of your words into consideration." Bai Yue looked a little haggard, and she pinched her brows and said, "Fang Musheng is a public figure and a well-known philanthropist in the business community. So tell me, if we want to put him on the wanted list, what name should we use so as not to arouse suspicion and panic from the outside world?"

"We can't just let him get away like this. This old bastard will definitely find ways to leave the city. It's not impossible for him to go overseas. Let alone overseas, there's no place to chase him once he leaves the city."

"It's come to this, just wait."

Chu Yu sat on the stool irritably, rubbed his hair and said nothing more.

Bai Yue shook her head slightly.

Many things are like this. I have been a member of the Public Affairs Security Supervisory Commission for more than 20 years and have encountered many people with superpowers, but many of them have also escaped. It is already difficult to find their traces, and it is even more difficult to track them. If it were really easy to deal with them, this group of people would not be people with superpowers.

Especially for a well-known target like Fang Musheng, the prison would never allow a high-profile arrest, because this would easily cause social panic. The worst fear is that the target would not be caught, but the public security prison would be exposed to the public eye.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Even if you try your best to do your job well, the outcome will still depend on more or less luck.

As she just said, all we can do now is wait.

Either the tactical support team who are trying to find a needle in a haystack will be lucky enough, or Fang Musheng will drop his IQ and show up on his own initiative.

...

In the Central Cultural Park, Fang Musheng was sitting alone on a bench, his eyes full of envy.

Not far away, groups of elderly people were holding their grandchildren, playing freely and laughing happily.

Looking at the group of lively children, Fang Musheng shed a few turbid tears.

A few decades of life can be considered long or short, from the moment you are born to the moment you are buried in a coffin.

Rich or poor, good or bad, when people come to this world and struggle through it all, they should always leave something behind when they leave.

Even if you cannot leave a bad reputation for eternity, nor can you be remembered in history, at least you should have descendants to continue your bloodline.

But for Fang Musheng, he could not leave anything behind except a few drops of turbid tears.

To him, immense wealth and good reputation are not important. Neither fame nor wealth can be brought with you when you are born nor can they be taken with you when you die. The only thing he wants is to leave behind descendants of the Fang family bloodline.

With a heavy sigh, Fang Musheng walked out of the park and went towards an extended Lincoln parked on the side of the road.

Next to the car stood a blonde and blue-eyed Western woman.

The woman was wearing a pair of large brown sunglasses. Although she had a plump figure, the sunglasses covered most of her face.

Seeing Fang Musheng coming, the woman took the initiative to open the car door.

Fang Musheng, with a hunched back, stopped beside the car and looked back, his eyes full of reluctance.

Yes or no, no matter what, he has lived in this land for more than seventy years. From an unknown mountain boy, he has become a wealthy businessman today. He got in the car and went directly to the private airport. He boarded the plane and was about to leave his hometown.

He is so old that even if he dies, he can only be buried in a foreign land. This is also a kind of sadness for Fang Musheng.

As if she could see Fang Musheng's reluctance, the woman smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, since you have been exposed, there is no need for you to stay here. There are many people like you under the command of NH Company. Maybe one of them can cure your hidden disease."

"Forget it. It can't be cured, so I won't treat it. This is all retribution." After Fang Musheng finished speaking, he was filled with mixed feelings.

A few months ago, this foreign woman appeared in front of him. She also told him about the Outsider, synthetic dopamine, etc.

If it weren't for this woman, I wouldn't have come to this point.

"As a deal for providing asylum, the share transfer document of Lecoco is in the car. After you sign it, in addition to providing you with asylum, we will also do our best to treat you. Please trust NH Company on this point."

Fang Musheng, who was completely hopeless, said nothing but bent down and got into the car.

But before diving down, he turned around and looked around with confusion.

He always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.

This feeling started three days ago.

As a person with extraordinary mental power, in addition to being able to disrupt and control other people's thinking, he also has some instinctive intuition.

Fang Musheng believed in this intuition. It told him that there was a pair of eyes secretly watching him, but he couldn't find out who it was or where it was.

The woman stayed outside the car, watching the stretched Lincoln slowly drive away, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

Not long after, the stretched Lincoln drove onto the national highway. Fang Musheng, who was holding the share transfer agreement, was about to sign it when the stretched Lincoln suddenly braked.

The driver was a sturdy Western man. He cursed and pushed open the car door.

Less than two meters in front of the car, there was a dirty old man lying.

The old man had disheveled hair that was neither long nor short. He was lying on the ground humming, and his acting skills were not good at all.

"Ouch, you hit someone, pay for it, pay quickly, or you can't leave."

The sturdy man cursed again and walked over with a sneer on his face, but just as he walked to the old man, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his crotch.

The old man who was lying on the ground and trying to scam someone was grabbing the crotch of the Western man tightly. Then he took out a red brick from his waist with his right hand. Before the Western man could react, the big brick hit him on the forehead.

With a muffled groan, the big man threw his head back and fell.

After laying the driver down, the old man dusted himself off, then walked to the stretched Lincoln, picking up a brick and humming an unknown tune.

After knocking on the window, the old man hooked his finger at Fang Musheng in the car, "Grandson, come out!"

Fang Musheng originally thought that the other party was a scammer, but after seeing how the other party knocked down the driver in such a insidious way, he became alert and instinctively locked the car door.

Seeing that Fang Musheng couldn't come out, the old man smashed the car window twice with a brick.

The car window was specially made, so how could a brick break it? The old man left cursing and hid in the bushes beside the highway.

Before Fang Musheng, who was still in shock, could react, the old man emerged from the bushes again, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

The mineral water bottle was full of yellow liquid. After opening it, the old man spilled the liquid all over the surface of the car.

"You're not going to come out, right? I'm going to burn you to death!"

gasoline?!

Fang Musheng's face changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and opened the car door. Then, he stared at the old man and kept whispering, "Stand in the middle of the highway, stand in the middle of the highway!"

There are cars coming and going on the highway. Standing on the highway with a flesh and blood body is undoubtedly seeking death. It is obvious how vicious Fang Musheng is.

After Fang Musheng whispered, the old man next to the car looked drowsy.

Seeing that the other party was "controlled", Fang Musheng snorted coldly and suddenly smelled an unpleasant odor.

His nostrils flared, Fang Musheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It turned out that what was poured on the car was not gasoline, but urine.

But at this moment, the old man moved, and slapped the unsuspecting Fang Musheng to the ground.

Then, without saying a word, the old man held the car door with both hands and kicked Fang Musheng wildly, and his cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles were thrown off.

Fang Musheng was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, in a complete daze.

"Old man, you're surprised." After kicking a few times, the old man was out of breath. After catching his breath, he smiled obscenely, "You still want to control me? You're dreaming."

Taking out a hemp rope, the old man tied Fang Musheng tightly, then took out a wrinkled dry cigarette from his arms, lit it and took two puffs.

Fang Musheng struggled, "Who are you?"

The old man picked up a brick from the ground and carefully pressed Fang Musheng's right hand to the ground.

"You, what are you going to do, who are you..."

Before Fang Musheng could finish his words, a brick smashed down on him fiercely. With a cry of pain, Fang Musheng's right little finger was covered in blood.

Riding on Fang Musheng's body, the old man grinned and said, "If you ask nonsense again, I will break another finger of yours."

Fang Musheng felt unbearable pain and kept breathing in cold air.

"Let me ask you, besides me, have you ever met another person who is immune to your mental control?"

Fang Musheng, who was lying on the ground, was slightly stunned. He knew that the other party was not a scammer, but he did not expect that the other party even knew that he had superpowers.

Before he could even open his mouth, the brick fell again, and Fang Musheng's thumb was hit into a bloody mess.

"Stop yelling!"

Fang Musheng tried hard to hold back his screams of pain.

He was really scared. It was the first time he had seen such a cruel person, especially since the other party was an old man not much younger than him.

"Yes, yes, that's right. There is a young man named Sun Minhui who came to my villa before. Yes, he is completely immune to my... Outsider."

"Sun Minhui?" The old man was slightly stunned, scratched his head, looking confused, and then a trace of anger flashed across his face. Then, without saying a word, the brick fell again.

"I, I already said, you..."

"I said you're a bitch, I'll slap you if I want to." After cursing, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly he was happy again, talking to himself, "That lousy unit always likes to be mysterious, Sun Minhui? A pseudonym, yes, it must be that kid's pseudonym."

After the fun, the old man asked, "Then tell me about that young man named Sun Minhui. How does he look? Is he fat or thin? Is he healthy? Does he have a girlfriend? Is his work going well?"

Fang Musheng, with his face pressed against the ground, even wanted to curse.

He can answer questions like what the person looks like, whether he is fat or thin, but the problem is how would he know whether the person has a girlfriend, is healthy, or what is going on at work? He is not the person's father, so how would he know such private matters.