The light and shadow from the television flickered in the dark living room, Feng Yuhuai sat beside her brother, holding a cup of tea that had already gone cold.

Her gaze shifted between the television, her brother, and the camera on the coffee table.

"So according to brother’s standards, the two people on the screen are still considered human, right? After all..."

Feng Yuhuai pointed her finger at the TV screen and said:

"I didn’t see them eating people on TV, did I?"

Feng Mu didn’t answer immediately. He leisurely sipped his tea, his Adam’s apple moving up and down with the swallow.

The tea was already cold, carrying with it a slight bitterness.

Feng Yuhuai looked at Feng Mu with an innocent and expectant expression. She didn’t quite understand why, but she especially wanted to gain his approval.

If it weren’t for her remaining rationality, she would have wanted to tell her brother all the secrets buried in her heart.

A strong thought suddenly emerged in Feng Yuhuai’s mind:

"If I could eat Feng Mu, then every night before bed, I could share secrets with him under the covers."

On Feng Mu’s glasses, his sister’s red glow flickered slightly again.

Feng Mu finally chuckled softly, reached out to rub his sister’s hair, and laughed:

"As long as they aren’t seen, even if they eat people, they will forever be human, right?"

Feng Yuhuai nodded, saying seriously:

"Isn’t that right? But Dad always taught us that if a bad person pretends to be good their whole life, and no one discovers their evil deeds, then they should be considered good."

Feng Yuhuai paused and added:

"Moreover, Dad said, there’s a bad person in everyone’s heart, but as long as we can hide that side and always show the good side to others, then everyone will like you."

Feng Mu squinted his eyes, indeed there were similar fragments in his childhood memories.

It’s just a pity, Yuan Sheng was not a good student, but on the contrary, Feng Yuhuai learned it very well, deeply loved by their father.

Seeing Imoto being exposed by [Deception Glasses], revealing even the most honest thoughts in her heart.

Feng Mu, as if unintentionally, asked: "So Yuhuai, do you think... father’s words are correct?"

Feng Yuhuai answered without hesitation:

"Of course, father’s words are always right!"

Feng Mu could see that Feng Yuhuai’s recognition of their father was deep-rooted, no wonder Feng Ju was incredibly biased towards her.

He sighed long, with many emotions:

"Yes, there’s nothing wrong with father’s words, it’s just that some things are easier said than done, I’m incapable of it, just hope Yuhuai will always be father’s hope and pride."

Feng Yuhuai was taken aback.

The brother in her memories, always gloomy and silent, now showed such sincere expectations.

A feeling of family affection surged in her heart, accompanied by an even stronger desire to devour the other.

"I will definitely do it!"

She clenched her fist, her voice trembled slightly with excitement,

"I swear... I will always be dad’s most perfect daughter!"

Feng Mu stared at Imoto’s surrounding red glow through his lenses, he touched his eyelid with a smirk, feeling as though the Hook Jade couldn’t wait to grow out of him.

Rubbing his eyes, the remote control twirled in his hand, and the screen switched to Light Prism TV Station.

Light Prism TV Station had become famous today, and its director Wei Guangming was evidently exceedingly ambitious.

When other TV stations were still generally reporting on the Eighth Academy incident, Light Prism TV Station had leapt ahead with the launch of the program "Truth".

At this moment, under the cold tonal lighting of the studio, three suited-up experts were sitting around a metal roundtable.

Behind them, the eight scarlet characters [Special Focus on the Eighth Academy Tragedy] constantly flashed on the electronic screen.

The Eighth Academy had been a feast of bloody profit for Light Prism TV Station.

Feng Mu silently curved his lips.

The consumption of tragedy by this program was so blatant, yet so grandly wrapped.

He had to admit the director of Light Prism TV Station was a talent, successfully drawing his interest.

The host’s magnetic voice echoed in the room:

"Let us focus on the truth of the incident — where did these man-eating monsters come from?"

His gaze swept over the three guests,

"First, let’s consult Professor Zhang, as a renowned biologist, what is your view?"

An old man with graying hair pushed up his glasses:

"From the analysis of existing videos, it’s clear these monsters have communal and anthropomorphic traits. They suddenly emerged from the sewers, summoned forth."

He pulled up a live feed, which perfectly captured Mask’s likeness, with a massive creature crouched at Mask’s feet.

"Notice this massive creature, it’s made up of those monsters, so, I have reason to suspect, these monsters were brought by Mask."

"I completely agree."

The neighboring female psychologist immediately interjected, her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, tapping on the table,

"Mask, as a fugitive serial killer, naturally possesses antisocial personality traits.

After acquiring supernatural abilities, controlling man-eating monsters and orchestrating large-scale bloody crimes completely aligns with his behavioral logic."

The third young scholar suddenly interrupted:

"Pardon my directness, but have you all overlooked Zuo Bai?"

He pulled up another set of footage, the sight of the scientist brandishing the Bone Snake was equally terrifying,

"As a top scientist, his presence in the sewers should warrant more scrutiny, right? Furthermore, if we talk about the ability to create monsters, a scientist is more likely to possess such capabilities."

The three guests engaged in a heated, confrontational debate.

Their words mostly lacked any tangible evidence, based purely on gut feelings, yet audiences loved this kind of spectacle.

Feng Mu himself was captivated by the discussion.

The screen timely displayed the results of an online poll: 81% supported the "Mask theory", while only 19% believed in the "Zuo Bai creation theory".

The comment section was continuously flooded with viewer messages:

[It’s definitely that killer monster!]

[What’s wrong with a scientist modifying himself? Which law prohibits self-modification?]

[I’ve seen Dr. Zuo Bai in person, super gentle!]

[....]

Feng Yuhuai was also drawn in by the TV, her nails unknowingly digging into her palm.

She suddenly realized her brother was looking at her through his glasses, quickly squeezing out a smile:

"These people are so amusing, they speak so authoritatively without actually knowing anything."

Feng Mu was neither angry nor annoyed by the slander, while their dear Imoto seemed quite aggravated on his behalf?

[Your infamy has been further solidified, and your Sin Index has increased↑]

[Your Inheritance Level has slightly increased↑↑]

Feng Mu blinked, observing the subtitles flashing before his eyes, he asked with a faint smile:

"Can’t help it, the media lives by their words, but I’m curious what you think, sister, who do you think controls those monsters?"