Chapter 187 Feng Mu, prison warden?
Li Bashan nodded slightly, and his hand, as broad as a palm-leaf fan, reached out to Song Heng's shoulder. He pushed him lightly and pushed him aside, then left briskly carrying the wooden barrel.
Song Heng felt his scalp tingling and splitting as the huge hand swept over his head, instantly blocking his vision.
In that brief moment, he felt as if the blood in his body had solidified, and a chill rushed from his spine to the top of his head, and his whole body was shrouded in fear and shock.
There is no need to think that this is an exaggeration. The reason why Song Heng was promoted to district chief is that his martial arts level has reached the third level.
Because of this, when facing a powerful life form, his body will naturally produce a subtle intuitive warning, which is a warrior's instinctive reaction to potential threats.
The reason why this situation did not make him completely lose his courage was because he only had the strength of the third rank at present.
If his grade could be raised to the fifth or even sixth grade, his fear of Li Bashan would increase tenfold or a hundredfold, and he might even merge Li Bashan's figure with the monster in his memory.
Song Heng turned his head with lingering fear, his eyes following Li Bashan's figure that was getting farther and farther away, his face feeling as if it was burned by fire.
He looked around. The prison guards were all silent, avoiding his gaze, as if they were afraid to meet his eyes.
You finally understand why we don’t fight for that position, right?
A tiger mixed in with a group of hyenas. Although the tiger remained silent and seemed harmless, no one would really think that he was harmless.
On the contrary, the more harmless he appeared, the longer they spent time with him, the more frightened everyone became.
Song Heng felt a chill in his heart, and he suddenly understood a truth. In the closed ecosystem of prison, you can't become that role just by sitting in that position, but... Song Heng turned around and ran to the office of the warden Zhou Hu without saying a word. Whoever wanted to be the warden of Division B could be it, but he didn't want to be the warden for even one more day. He wanted to go back to Division C and resume his position as team leader.
Don't ask, if you ask, it's because they regard fame, wealth and power as dirt, and they can't bear to let go of their old brothers in Area C! .....On the first day of reporting to prison, Feng Mu was on night duty. No one else has such a treatment.
Walking in the corridors of the prison, patrolling back and forth boringly over and over again.
Originally, such frequent patrols were not necessary. After all, there were surveillance cameras installed at regular intervals in the corridors. They were like sleepless sentinels, constantly monitoring every corner of the prison.
However, the instructions from Captain Tian Tao that came from the intercom from time to time forced Feng Mu to keep running back and forth in the corridor.
"There's movement in cell 2104, go check it out immediately."
"The camera position at the front of corridor 2117 is offset. Please correct it manually."
"An inmate in cell 2005 has been beaten. Go and deal with it."
"There is a prisoner dead in 2087. Go collect the body and ask Qin Liang to come and fill out the autopsy form."
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Overnight, Feng Mu was busy shuttling back and forth in the prison, dealing with various tedious affairs. These endless chores made him feel even more exhausted than practicing martial arts.
Although practicing martial arts is hard, it can help you accumulate experience and improve your proficiency. In addition to consuming energy, these trivial matters will also constantly challenge your endurance limit.
Wang Cong followed Feng Mu and dealt with it together. His hair became more greasy, and the bloodshot in his eyes became more frequent. He looked like he was about to die suddenly, but he still gritted his teeth and followed.
Watching Feng Mu handling each case in an orderly manner, with no impatience on his face, he replied politely to the voice on the intercom, and treated the prisoners who stayed up late at night and made noise, and he also talked to them calmly and handled the disputes.
Wang Cong was extremely confused. Many times he couldn't help but take out the electric baton to beat the prisoners, but Feng Mu stopped him with a smile every time.
Although Wang Cong was bullied by his colleagues in prison, he was still relatively tough when facing the prisoners. Perhaps it was because he was often bullied by his colleagues and had accumulated too much resentment in his heart, so he could not help but vent his emotions when facing the prisoners. In the past six months, he had beaten more than one or two prisoners to death or disability.
I watched Feng Mu resolve a dispute peacefully again, and record in detail in a notebook the cause, handling process and results of the dispute among several prisoners in this incident, and very seriously asked the prisoners involved to sign and confirm in the notebook with their red fingerprints.
The work is done in a strict and rigorous manner, just like recording the criminal confessions of prisoners, but the problem is, this is a prison, and they are all prisoners in custody. Is recording these things to increase their sentences?
Wang Cong finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low voice: "Feng Mu, is it necessary to go to this extent? They are just a few trouble-making prisoners. Is it necessary to keep such detailed records? Wouldn't it be better to just beat them up with electric batons and they will behave themselves?"
Feng Mu looked at the densely written notebook in his hand and said softly, "My memory is not very good, so I chose to write everything down with a pen, so that when I come to persuade these prisoners in the future, I won't be empty-handed."
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When Wang Cong heard Feng Mu say that he would come to persuade these prisoners in the future, he was speechless. He looked at Feng Mu as if he were a fool and could not understand Feng Mu's train of thought at all.
Feng Mu could tell from Wang Cong's expression that the other party had misunderstood him. The "persuasion" he mentioned in the future was not what Wang Cong thought. He planned to change the form in the future so that the prisoners who had conflicts with each other could solve their problems once and for all in a more fair and open manner.
Feng Mu treats his friends with sincerity and never deceives or hides anything. Seeing that Wang Cong didn't understand, he explained in a different way:
"I think as a prison guard, we should take care of every item and every inch of space in the prison as if it were our own home."
"We should especially give extra care and protection to prisoners. Although they have made mistakes, they are also our most precious treasures in this big family."
"As prison guards, we should not beat or kill them, but educate and guide them, and help them realize their self-worth again."
Wang Cong opened his mouth wide. He became more and more confused about what nonsense Feng Mu was talking about. He just felt that the pattern and tone of Feng Mu's speech at this moment were not like that of an ordinary prison guard at all. Instead, it was a bit like the speeches of those congressmen on TV when they were canvassing for votes, full of the glory of justice and humanity.
Wang Cong shook his dizzy head and looked at Feng Mu with an unclear expression, not knowing whether he was mocking or praising him: "Feng Mu, you shouldn't be a prison guard, you should be a prison warden."
Feng Mu's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a gentle voice: "Well, I will seriously consider your suggestion."
…….ps: Tian Cong changed his name to Wang Cong, in case you confuse him with Tian Tao~ (End of this chapter)
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