Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1251 - 607

Upon hearing this, Ma Donghe and Hou Peng froze, their expressions shifting instantly. To commit murder openly during the physical test orchestrated by the Special Search Team? Could it be that among the eight hundred-plus candidates, a truly deranged, psychotic assassin had managed to infiltrate? Or had the deceased incurred some profound enmity outside, with a rival deliberately selecting this secluded, fog-shrouded zone, cut off from surveillance and the eyes of examiners, for a reckoning? If it were the latter scenario, it would be none of their concern; pretending not to see would be the wisest course. However, if it were the former, the danger would be immense, potentially more perilous than confronting mutated beasts. The two exchanged a look, a palpable tension rising within their hearts. After all, their purpose here was to take the exam, not to become entangled in such inexplicable events."Based on the body temperature and the extent of blood loss, the victim was murdered approximately five minutes ago, with the bloodstains on their clothing still retaining a slight warmth."Fang Cheng was kneeling on the ground, carefully probing the corpse’s wound with two fingers."The wound presents as a perfect diamond shape, its edges exceptionally smooth, devoid of any tearing, and the flesh is not everted." "This is a classic puncture wound inflicted by a military-issue triangular spike; the specialized blood groove on the blade is designed to instantly exsanguinate the prey."His pupils seemed to emit a faint flicker as he lifted his gaze from the bloodied hole in the corpse’s chest, looking upwards."The assailant was positioned precisely overhead, suspended from the tree, waiting for a candidate to follow the sound of the wind-blown bell and approach. At the opportune moment, they descended directly from the canopy."Fang Cheng rose to his feet, gesturing towards a thick branch protruding overhead, and traced an imaginary vertical descent line through several subtly bent smaller branches in the air. He then drew the dagger from his waist with a swift motion, his arm plunging downwards in a decisive, lightning-fast killing strike."The left hand covered the mouth to muffle any sound, while the right hand, leveraging the momentum of the fall, precisely drove the triangular spike into the gap between the third left rib, directly puncturing the heart. The technique was swift, ensuring a one-hit kill, leaving no opportunity to even cry for help."Fang Cheng paused for a beat, then expertly flipped his wrist, the dagger carving a semi-circular arc through the air."To preclude any peculiar noises from nerve convulsions before death, the killer simultaneously withdrew the military spike and inflicted a supplementary cut on the carotid artery. This utilized rapid blood loss to sever the brain’s final oxygen supply, achieving death in the fastest and most controlled manner." "Consequently, it can be deduced that this killing was not spontaneous, and the intended victim was likely not singular."These pronouncements were delivered with methodical precision, dissecting the scenario with thoroughness, even accurately accounting for the angles of the strike and anatomical principles. Most striking was Fang Cheng’s detached demeanor, as if he were merely discussing how to prepare the pork purchased for dinner. Ma Donghe listened, dumbfounded, subconsciously swallowing his saliva, his gaze slightly averted from Fang Cheng. ‘Ah Cheng’s capabilities are just too astonishing, aren’t they? With just a brief observation, he’s reconstructed the killer’s ambush attack with such vivid detail. Could he often kill people for sport, or perhaps secretly work as an assassin for income?’ Fang Cheng remained oblivious to Ma Donghe’s wild internal musings. Still holding the short knife behind him, his eyes were slightly closed, seemingly absorbed in the crime scene, meditating on the lingering murderous intent. Hou Peng leaned in to examine the ground traces, nodding in profound agreement with Fang Cheng’s analysis. "Brother Fang’s insights are remarkably sharp. There are no signs of large beast tracks or any indications of struggle or combat." "The perpetrator is clearly a seasoned professional, not only demonstrating ruthless precision but also considerable cunning. This could very well be an assassin who regularly engages in illicit activities." Ma Donghe tightened his grip on the tactical flashlight, sweeping it twice through the dense fog before speaking in a lowered voice, stepping a bit closer. "Ah Cheng, you mentioned the victim was just murdered – doesn't that imply the killer must still be lurking nearby?" "Should we make a move, perhaps draw them out?" Hou Peng also turned his attention to Fang Cheng, awaiting his decision. Fang Cheng offered no immediate response, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit surroundings. At that very moment. "Ah—" A brief, faint cry drifted from the deeper recesses of the fog. Owing to the humid atmosphere and the muffling effect of the fog, the sound had attenuated to a mere whisper by the time it reached the area beneath the bell tree.But Fang Cheng and Hou Peng possessed perceptive abilities far beyond those of ordinary people, and they both simultaneously detected this unusual sign. The two exchanged a look, an unspoken understanding passing between them instantly. Their feet suddenly pushed off the ground, boots crunching on fallen leaves. Like two arrows released from a bowstring, they darted towards the source of the sound. "Hey! Why are you two running so fast?" Ma Donghe, utterly bewildered, watched the pair vanish rapidly without even grasping what was happening. Then, his gaze fell upon the bleeding corpse on the ground and the surrounding forest, dark and chillingly eerie. A prickle of fear ran down his spine. He hastily hoisted the mutated wild boar leg, weighing dozens of pounds, and strode quickly to catch up with the disappearing duo. .................. A biting wind sliced through the interwoven branches of the trees, tearing open a rift in the dense fog blanketing the forest. In the heart of a clearing, two groups engaged in a tense, silent confrontation. On one side stood three young candidates, clad in camouflage uniforms and possessing sturdy builds. They huddled back-to-back, just managing to hold a defensive posture. Their standard-issue daggers were gripped tightly, and their heavy breaths echoed distinctly in the quiet woods. All three were wounded, their camouflage uniforms torn in multiple places. One, in particular, with a crew cut and an air of coldness, had blood seeping from his left rib area.