Chapter 247 Who sat on that chair? A real gift!!!
Through the office door.
Everyone could hear Zhou Hu's furious roar: "Get out, it's none of your business to worry about this, don't act so hypocritical in front of me, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"
Feng Mu kept his expression calm, without a trace of anger or discomfort in his eyes. He stared at Zhou Hu quietly, then glanced at Ma Xuan calmly, and without making any excuses, he quietly retreated back to the door.
His eyes swept over the colleagues outside the door who had tense faces and were trying hard to control their expressions. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, but instead he said in a deep tone:
"It seems that the warden has a deep prejudice against me. This is not a big deal, but if this delays Captain Tian Tao's pension, it will be my fault."
Feng Mu paused for a moment, his face still as calm as water, and continued: "Since the warden does not agree, then I can only go to the warden to apply. This should not be considered as skipping the level and breaking the rules, right?"
Unlike Wang Cong who met the warden secretly, Feng Mu went to the warden's office openly.
The prison guards watched Feng Mu's back as he walked away. Regardless of whether they understood or not what Feng Mu was doing, the awe in their hearts was evident and could not be hidden any more.
Although Captain Tian Tao passed away and left the Second Prison forever, his captain position became vacant, but everyone had a strange illusion in their hearts: as if the captain's position had never been vacant for a moment.
But the chair in the captain's office is clearly empty at the moment. Don't you think it's strange? …….In the distant ancient times, there was a saying: There are 1000 Hamlets in the eyes of 1000 people.
This also applies to the Second Prison, that is, everyone sees a murderer in their eyes, and the more they look, the more they feel that they are similar.
Just like the lower-level prison guards, they collectively believed that Feng Mu was the real murderer, which was totally unreasonable; Zhou Hu also insisted that Qian Huan was 100% certain.
The logic behind this is very complicated. Everyone's butt is in a different position, so the scenery they see or the news they hear are different. People of different classes have different perspectives and thinking logic, but the most important thing is that their subjective tendencies are different.
In other words, they had already unconsciously drawn an image of the murderer deep in their subconscious. Even before the murder occurred, everyone had already drawn such a sketch in their mind.
This is not some kind of supernatural power to predict the future. This is just the basic nature of human nature. There is nothing tricky about it, it's just human nature.
Zhou Hu sneered and hung up the phone. Ma Xuan stood aside cautiously and asked softly, "What instructions does Stationmaster Lou have?"
Zhou Hu's mouth curled up into a ferocious smile:
"What else can I say? Two people died in one night. Stationmaster Lou will definitely not let Qian Huan do whatever he wants. Does he really think that the Second Prison is his? We'll just have to wait and see."
Ma Xuan nodded silently and remained silent.
Zhou Hu said grimly, "Of course, we can't just sit there and wait for the higher-ups to handle this. We have to take the initiative and collect some evidence of Qian Huan's crimes. At the very least, we have to make some noise."
Ma Xuan's heart tightened, and the mysterious phone call last night echoed in his mind again.
Zhou Hu noticed that Ma Xuan looked dazed, and asked with a frown, "What are you thinking about?"
Ma Xuan shook his head and sighed, "I'm worried about Chang Wei. Do you think he still has a chance of survival?"
Zhou Hu's face looked grim. He did not directly answer Ma Xuan's question, but sighed and said, "Chang Wei finally got what he wanted and found his nephew."
Ma Xuan's teeth trembled when he heard this: "This shows that they are so sure that Chang Wei is dead that they don't even bother to show any affection."
Even though he no longer had any expectations of Zhou Hu, Ma Xuan still felt a chill in his heart when he saw the other party was so heartless and disloyal.
Ma Xuan is now increasingly unsure as to who murdered Chang Wei. Prison warden Qian Huan is naturally the biggest suspect, but there is no guarantee that it was not him, but someone else.
The purpose is nothing more than to frame the warden, thereby triggering conflicts in the second prison and forcing the higher-ups to deal with the warden.
Hu seemed to realize that his indifference just now was a bit too much. He smiled awkwardly and then instructed Ma Xuan:
"Go get in touch with the prison guards under Chang Wei and see if you can get some evidence from them that can identify the warden."
Zhou Hu paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Ma Xuan nodded to show that he understood.
Zhou Hu forced a fake smile on his face and tried to make his voice sound more natural:
"Very good. I am always at ease with you. Then hurry up. I have to check Tian Tao's autopsy report first."
Autopsy room.
Tian Tao lay quietly on the dissecting table, his face serene and relieved. He did not have his usual irritability at all and was very approachable.
Qin Liang held the knife and performed the autopsy.
With one cut, he cut open his stomach and intestines. The electronic scale next to him weighed the weight of his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. The dark red blood stained his white gloves and the bed.
The more Qin Liang performed the autopsy, the more frightened he became. He looked at the corpse on the stage with an incredible light flashing in his eyes.
He has dissected quite a few corpses, at least hundreds if not 1,000. He has seen all kinds of bone contours, muscle lines, and various shapes of hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys.
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Logically speaking, he should have been calm and unmoved by the corpse.
However, Tian Tao's body was still beyond Qin Liang's expectations and greatly shocked his nerves.
"It's so neat. The length ratios of each bone are perfect. It's as if they were carefully arranged."
"The muscle lines are also very smooth, without any connective knots, it's as if they grew to cater to the lines of the scalpel."
"And the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Each one is very well-shaped. There is no excess fat, and none of them are too long or too short. They look like they were produced according to a standard mold of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys."
Qin Liang's throat became dry. The corpse in front of him seemed to have grown according to a textbook. This was absolutely, absolutely, absolutely abnormal.
Those who understand will know how profound the tricks are here!
Qin Liang took a deep breath, then hurriedly ran to the bookshelf next to him and pulled out a dusty general anatomy textbook.
He flipped through the pages and found the page with the colorful illustration of the anatomical model.
He held a ruler and began to measure meticulously.
As they compared every inch, Qin Liang's expression gradually became more shocked, and his mouth unconsciously opened into a hollow shape:
"Exactly the same. No, I can't say they are exactly the same. Rather, they are all scaled down in equal proportions."
There was an indescribable tremor in Qin Liang's voice. He gently put down the ruler and muttered to himself: "Gift!!!"
An electric shock spread from Qin Liang's scalp to his whole body, and he suddenly realized that this corpse was the real gift Feng Mu gave him.
Yes, for a forensic pathologist, what could be more touching than getting a flawless corpse that looks like something out of a textbook?
If gift-giving is a science, then Feng Mu has obviously achieved the best that humans can do.
This gift really touched the soul of Qin the forensic doctor, and made him feel once again Feng Mu's true feelings in wanting to make friends with him...
(End of this chapter)
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