Chapter 185 Iconic Characters, Dark Glory
Burning corpses in the crematorium was a piece of cake for Feng Mu. He just didn't expect that the incinerator in the prison would be more advanced and professional than the equipment in the incinerators outside.
Not only did the corpse thrown into the furnace not require any manual stir-frying, the entire process was automated, and even the furnace door would automatically close and lock. This forced Feng Mu to give up the idea of trying to use his [cooking] skills.
Feng Mu's eyes lingered on the closed furnace door for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder, "The color of this flame seems to be more brilliant and eye-catching, but strangely, the temperature doesn't seem to be as high as that of the incinerator?"
For most people, the air in this room was already stuffy enough, as if even breathing was burning, so hot that it was unbearable.
However, Feng Mu's unusual career experience, coupled with his [cooking] skills and [iron bones] tolerance to high temperatures, have made him more sensitive to fire and temperature than ordinary people, especially when it comes to cremating corpses. He has an extraordinary keen sense of the temperature.
"It is indeed hot, but it is not hot enough to be called boiling hot. Although the flames in the furnace seem to be surging, they are not as hot as they should be."
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, looked at the two prisoners who were soaked in sweat, and thought about something. Then he turned around and took the two prisoners out of the crematorium and escorted them back to the cell.
He patrolled the cells, chatted with the prisoners in the cells he was in charge of, and then escorted the prisoners to operate sewing machines in the afternoon. After that, he escorted them back to the cells. Finally, he delivered a bucket of food that looked as sticky as porridge to the cells he was in charge of. Now he was generally familiar with the day's work flow.
Feng Mu's notebook is already half filled with notes.
At the end of the day, Feng Mu was so busy that he was starving. After all, he hadn't eaten a single bite of the lunch in the cafeteria.
In the past, he might have been able to enjoy those simple foods with peace of mind, but now, just smelling the strong aroma of those technologically processed meals made him feel as if all the pores on his body were itching, as if a sticky putrid fluid was about to seep out of his body.
Feng Mu returned to his room, prepared to take off his prison uniform, and punch out.
"Hey, new guy, the captain asked you not to leave tonight. Stay and work the night shift with me."
Prison guard Wang Cong pushed the door open and walked in. His uniform seemed too loose, like a layer of ill-fitting shell hanging on his body.
His hair, which had not been washed for several days, was greasy and disheveled, sticking to his forehead, contrasting with his face which looked a little gloomy due to fatigue.
"Night shift?" Feng Mu's fingers paused slightly while unbuttoning his shirt. Then he buttoned it up one by one and adjusted his collar carefully.
Wang Cong's eyes fell on Feng Mu. Seeing him carefully fixing his clothes, he felt inexplicably irritated.
He casually smoothed his greasy hair, with a sneer on his face, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"That's right. Anyway, I have brought the captain's order. If you don't want to work the night shift, you can go to the captain and ask for it in person. But I guess your request will not have any effect."
Feng Mu had a gentle smile on his face. "Since it is the captain's arrangement, I will naturally obey. By the way, nice to meet you, my name is Feng Mu."
Wang Cong sneered and said coldly: "I hope you can maintain this attitude tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Humph - I'm Wang Cong, and I came here less than half a year earlier than you."
Feng Mu's heart trembled slightly, and he immediately realized that Wang Cong in front of him was a newcomer who was ostracized and suppressed by the prison just like himself.
Indeed, it seems that there is inevitably a bullied character in every workplace, as if without this iconic figure, the ecological environment of the workplace cannot be completely closed.
Feng Mu couldn't stand this kind of situation the most. As kind-hearted as he was, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the phenomenon of bullying. He was always willing to play the role of the kind-hearted person who pushed others to achieve self-salvation and fierce counterattack.
Feng Mu asked softly, slowly picked up a brand new, clean towel from the basin and gently handed it to Wang Cong.
When Wang Cong took the towel, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he had not felt such human warmth for a long time. His expression seemed a little stunned for a moment.
Feng Mu smiled and said, "Wipe your face, your eyes will feel better."
Wang Cong gently wiped his forehead, only to see that the clean white towel was instantly stained with oil. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll return this towel to you after I wash it."
Feng Mu nodded slightly and responded, "No need to be so polite."
Wang Cong took two deep breaths, lowered his head in frustration, and said, "You guessed right. Our captain did arrange for me to work the night shift for three consecutive days."
Feng Mu frowned and asked with concern: "You haven't had a good rest for three days. How can your body bear it if it continues like this?"
Wang Cong pulled out a strand of hair in annoyance. Feng Mu's concern seemed to have triggered the anger in his heart. He complained in a low voice:
"What can I do? The shift schedule is set by the team leader. Others work night shifts every month, and their shifts are separate, but my shifts are connected every month."
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Wang Cong paused and added, "Now I'm afraid I have to add you. I just looked at the shift schedule. You and I will be on night shift together for the next few days."
When Feng Mu heard this, a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He could endure the night shift, after all, he was very good at staying up late, but he could not endure not eating for several days in a row, otherwise he would be at risk of deformity.
This is not a matter of working the night shift, this is clearly forcing him to eat shit. Of course, he can ask the senior brother to bring him food every day, but the senior brother is not in the same district as him after all, so there are always many inconveniences.
Wang Cong gritted his teeth and said to Feng Mu, "If you have connections, you'd better go find the captain now. Otherwise, once you agree this time, it will become a routine and it will be difficult to change it."
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled at Wang Cong, and said gently: "If I run away, wouldn't it be like leaving you alone to suffer? Forget it, I'll go with you."
Feng Mu then grinned, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, and said sincerely:
"When you're on duty at night, I'll take on more of the time, so you can take a chance to rest a little and catch up on some sleep."
Wang Cong held the towel tightly in his hand, his eyes intertwined with gratitude and complicated emotions. He lowered his head and whispered to Feng Mu, "Thank you."
Feng Mu smiled and shook his head, saying calmly: "It's a small matter. Colleagues should be considerate of each other. You help me and I help you. We all make progress together and have a bright future. Haha——"
(End of this chapter)
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