Chapter 223 The script is wrong? They are all dead? ! !
"Feng Mu, I'm here..."
As soon as the door opened, hoarse and anxious cries rushed in, and then Wang Cong stumbled into his arms.
Wang Cong suddenly raised his head and his body instinctively shrank back, breaking free from the warm embrace.
His facial expressions went out of control, the muscles of his facial features froze instantly, and the tears accumulated in the corners of his eyes could no longer be held back, bursting out like a flood: "Feng Mu, you, you, you didn't..."
His words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't continue. He just stared at Feng Mu blankly, with a distorted expression in his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.
Feng Mu didn't seem to notice Wang Cong's abnormality. He still maintained that gentle smile, and said in a calm and powerful voice: "Well, I'm not dead, so why are you crying?"
Wang Cong avoided Feng Mu's gaze guiltily and looked around.
The incineration room that appeared in his eyes looked as if it had been scribbled on with a black and red brush. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all splashed with horrible colors.
Those colors seem to be endowed with life, drawing still yet warm images. They are presented in various weird and twisted postures, some lying prone, some lying on their backs, and some leaning sideways. Each image tells a silent horror.
The first warm image that came to mind was a corpse lying on the ground with its neck broken, but its face was frozen in fear as if in death.
"Chen Ya, the head of cell 211."
A name popped up in Wang Cong's mind. He glanced away and looked at the mutilated corpses with or without heads, subconsciously counting numbers in his heart.
"One, two, three, ... eight, nine. Nine bodies in total. All dead."
Wang Cong's eyes moved back and forth among the corpses on the ground. His pupils suddenly shrank and his sight, as if attracted by a magnet, suddenly focused on the corpse whose right arm and even cheek were burnt.
Then, his eyes involuntarily slid to the side of the corpse, where there was an electric baton that exploded and broke into two pieces.
Feng Mu seemed to sense Wang Cong's uneasiness. He walked forward lightly, bent down and picked up the broken electric baton.
His movements were gentle and calm. Then, he turned to Wang Cong and explained slowly with a considerate smile:
"This electric baton suddenly exploded while in use. Fortunately, the prisoner snatched it away in time, otherwise..."
Feng Mu did not continue to describe the terrible consequences that might happen. Instead, he gently patted Wang Cong's stiff shoulders, with a hint of relief and emotion in his tone:
"I'm so lucky. It feels like the gods are secretly blessing me. What do you think?"
Wang Cong's throat rolled and he swallowed hard. His reaction seemed a little slow and he could only utter an unclear "hmm".
His mind was very confused. He was confused about whether Feng Mu was dead or not. He was also confused about why Feng Mu was not dead?
It was luck that the electric baton didn't blow off his arm.
As for why the hallucinogen in the thermos also failed to work, we can't just attribute it to luck.
What went wrong? Was it that my plan was not thorough enough, that the medicine had expired, or that Feng Mu had a special constitution and could not absorb it, or that he killed a group of prisoners despite his "hallucinations"? Or, maybe he didn't eat the food in the thermos at all, but I clearly saw that the thermos was empty. The reason behind this is terrifying.
All the uncertainties that he couldn't understand made Wang Cong's heart churn and his brain boil like a pot of porridge.
"So, does Feng Mu know now that I drugged his food and replaced the electric baton with his own?"
"Does he really know nothing, or has he seen through everything and is just playing along with me?"
Wang Cong was in a state of confusion. His eyes once again fell on the messy and bloody scene in front of him. He was so panicked that he wanted to die.
The temperature in the incineration room was already unbearably high, and at this moment his clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.
"Wipe the sweat off."
Feng Mu took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and generously handed them to Wang Cong.
The latter sweated so much that a pack of tissues was not enough for him to wipe it off.
Wang Cong subconsciously took the tissue and looked up to meet Feng Mu's clean smiling face without a drop of blood. Their eyes met, and the latter's eyes were still calm and gentle.
Just like yesterday, just like the day before, just like the first time we met.
However, Wang Cong's heart had undergone a drastic change. He did not feel a trace of warmth. On the contrary, he felt that the gentler the face was, the more gloomy he felt.
Although the air around him was so hot that it could almost steam a person, Wang Cong felt a chill rising up from the soles of his feet, as if a cold corpse was slowly climbing up his trouser legs with its cold hands, sliding across his thighs, passing over his spine, and finally touching the top of his head.
"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Cong's body shivered involuntarily. He hurriedly took out a tissue, lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously.
The strange thing is that the more Wang Cong wiped, the more sweat appeared on his forehead, and it couldn't be wiped clean no matter how hard he wiped.
The prison guards who came in one after another looked at the tragic scene in the crematorium. Even though their hands were stained with blood and they were used to seeing mutilated limbs and corpses, their faces changed slightly at this moment.
It was because Feng Mu's clothes and face were too clean, and his expression was too calm and gentle, which made it easy for people to mistakenly believe that Feng Mu had just walked in from outside with them.
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But in fact, this bloody painting was clearly drawn by him.
The eyes of the prison guards looking at Feng Mu suddenly changed. There was surprise, confusion, and even a hint of imperceptible awe in their eyes.
Feng Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the changing looks in their eyes, and then gave everyone his usual gentle smile.
"Please be careful with your feet and don't damage the body. After the forensic doctor Qin performs the autopsy, I would like to trouble everyone to help carry it into the furnace and burn it intact."
Feng Mu looked around at everyone present and bowed slightly, showing good manners and courtesy.
"I'm sorry to cause trouble to everyone."
The prison guards nodded with different expressions, and then looked at each other quietly. Their eyes seemed to say - which bastard is spreading rumors and slandering the new prison guard as a polite and cowardly softie?
Well, he is indeed very gentle and courteous, but he is not soft at all! Feng Mu half bowed, walked up to the stunned Qin Liang, and said in a gentle voice: "I am sorry to add to the workload of Forensic Doctor Qin. I feel very sorry, but I still ask Forensic Doctor Qin to give them a good report. When I get out of prison, I will definitely treat Forensic Doctor Qin to a meal to thank him."
Qin Liang opened his mouth, and two scenes kept flashing back in his mind. One was Qian Huan's earnest exhortations in the warden's office just now, and the other was Feng Mu's warning when he first met him.
"Warden Qian told me to act this scene as realistically as possible. Yes, I have already thought about how to act it. However, Feng Mu is not dead at all. The script the warden gave me is completely wrong. How should I act it out?"
"Also, what did I warn Feng Mu about before? Yes, I remember now. I warned him that there were no good people in the Second Prison and that no one could be trusted. I also promised that if he died, I would give him a nice report."
Qin Liang realized that he was going to break his promise twice at once. He looked at Feng Mu with tears in his eyes.
"I've been looking at corpses in prison all my life, but now I can't even see the difference between a living person and a living person. It seems like I should really retire." Qin Liang felt extremely anxious.
When he looked at Feng Mu again at this moment, he felt that he was a butcher standing in a bloody slaughterhouse. The only difference was that the other butchers were all covered in blood, while Feng Mu was standing in the corner clean, making people inadvertently ignore the boning knife hidden in his sleeve.
"Okay, no problem. The autopsy is my job, but I don't need to do the meal."
Qin Liang wiped the cold sweat from his bald forehead, grinned and rejected Feng Mu's kindness. Feng Mu smiled indifferently.
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