Chapter 188 The price of destiny, angel or Satan?
The surveillance camera in the corridor captured this scene exactly.
Tian Tao, who was hiding behind the camera and watching the scene, no longer felt sleepy. He burst into laughter at Feng Mu's shocking words. The other prison guards in the monitoring room also laughed so hard that they couldn't cover their mouths.
"I originally thought that Li Bashan was just a brawny man with a head full of muscles, but I didn't expect that this new prison guard also has a head full of paste."
"As expected, we are fellow disciples. What was the name of their sect? I passed by it when I went to Martial Arts School Street. Oh, now I remember. It's called Douqiong Martial Arts School. It's at the end of the street. The decoration is weird. It looks like the most run-down martial arts school on the street."
"Maybe Li Bashan eats too much and bankrupts the martial arts school..."
"Oh, I feel so sorry for the master of this martial arts school. What kind of disciples have he accepted? All of them are mentally ill. I wonder if all the people in this martial arts school are crazy or stupid?"
"Don't insult lunatics or fools. Lunatics and fools don't dream of becoming prison wardens. Hahahaha——"
The unbridled laughter echoed in the monitoring room, and it seemed to blow the roof off.
In the corridor, the conversation continued.
Wang Cong gently rubbed his sore eyes and asked with deep fatigue and confusion:
"Feng Mu, don't you feel angry? If these prisoners hadn't been naughty at night, we wouldn't be so tired on night shift."
When Feng Mu heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He looked at Wang Cong seriously. As a true friend, he knew that it was his responsibility to correct Wang Cong's wrong ideas.
The smile on his face faded, and he said seriously, "You're wrong. It's not the prisoners who keep us awake, but the people who assign us to the night shift. So, we shouldn't bring this emotion to work, and we shouldn't transfer this anger to others."
Wang Cong's eyes widened. It was not that he didn't understand the truth, he just subconsciously ignored the cause and effect.
Suddenly, Feng Mu's words hit the nail on the head. Wang Cong's heart suddenly sank. He nervously glanced at the faintly flashing red light surveillance camera in the corridor, and a chill rose in his heart involuntarily.
He eagerly grabbed Feng Mu's arm. In a panic, his doubts and anxieties surged out like a tide: "Feng Mu, have you angered our division chief? Don't you feel any fear at all?"
Feng Mu did not rush to answer Wang Cong's doubts, but asked in his usual calmness: "Why should I be afraid?"
Wang Cong's voice became even lower, almost whispering: "Like me, being excluded and suppressed, doing heavy labor in prison, every day is like struggling in a nightmare. Aren't you afraid that you will end up like me in the end?"
Feng Mu stopped and stared at Wang Cong closely, as if trying to see into his inner thoughts.
His voice was low and firm. “Neither you nor I have made any mistakes. We have no reason to be bullied, and no reason to be afraid. The ones who should be afraid are those who bully others.”
Wang Cong stood there in a daze, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Ah?"
Feng Mu gently straightened the wrinkles on Wang Cong's collar. His voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could soothe the deepest fluctuations in people's hearts:
"I don't know why you are isolated and bullied by them, but I guess it's because you have different characteristics from them, which makes you a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh. So, have you ever thought that your existence itself is a challenge to them? The more they join forces to bully you, the more it proves that they are also afraid of you in their hearts."
Wang Cong's eyes were still confused. He didn't seem to fully understand Feng Mu's words, but deep in his heart he had a desire, a desire for Feng Mu to say more.
Whether it was deception or encouragement, Wang Cong had been bullied for too long and he was in desperate need of a little spiritual comfort and recognition, even if it was just a little bit of warmth.
Feng Mu did not avoid the surveillance of the camera, and his words were full of seriousness and determination:
“Those who bully the weak, no matter how strong they appear, are always just cowards in their hearts, dwarfs in spirit. And those who are isolated and bullied, they are not necessarily the real weaklings. Perhaps, with just the right opportunity, the depths of those hurt hearts will breed a tenacious and indomitable giant.”
Wang Cong was breathing rapidly and his bloodshot eyes were trembling violently.
Feng Mu did not expect that just a few words would inspire Wang Cong's courage to resist. This was unrealistic. After all, Dark Glory was not filmed in a day.
As he himself said, Wang Cong still needs an opportunity, but an opportunity alone is not enough, he also needs to plant a seed in his heart in advance.
Feng Mu said quietly, "Wang Cong, do you think you are a dwarf?"
Wang Cong's lips trembled slightly and he tried to speak several times, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.
Reason and fear were like two invisible chains that bound him tightly. His eyes were complicated and deep, and he could only stare at Feng Mu without saying a word.
Feng Mu knew that the heat for today was almost up, so he smiled and said, "The bloodshot in your eyes is too scary, you should go to sleep for a while, it won't be long until dawn, I can take care of it by myself for the rest of the time."
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Cong finally nodded slowly and dragged his tired body back to the dormitory.
As soon as his body touched the bed, he fell down involuntarily and pulled the quilt over his head.
Although his body was extremely tired, his brain was extremely excited. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
"Am I a dwarf?" This question echoed in his mind again and again. "Giant? Ha——, there is no giant in my heart, only a dwarf stuck in the quagmire. Ha——ha——ha——, I am that dwarf, and I just want to climb out of this quagmire as soon as possible..."
Wang Cong buried his head deeply in the quilt, his face flushed red. He tried to roar wildly, but in the end he didn't dare let the sound penetrate the cover of the quilt.
At this time, Feng Mu didn't know that Wang Cong approached him because of Chang Wei's arrangement. He was not an omniscient God, and even if he knew all this, he might not take it to heart.
Because all this is not important, what is important is that everyone's fate has been marked with a price in the dark. And when God finally drops the auction hammer, the price given by Satan must be the most fair.
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As for who is Satan in this prison, it depends on who looks most like an angel.
Boom boom——
The dormitory door was slammed open, and the strong and muscular captain Tian Tao walked in with a gloomy face. He walked quickly to the bed, lifted the quilt roughly, and grabbed Wang Cong by the collar as if he was trying to catch a frightened chick.
Wang Cong was so frightened by the sudden attack that he sat up quickly. His face was as pale as paper and his heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his throat.
"I'm a dwarf. Ha, tell me, am I a dwarf or not?" Tian Tao's eyes widened and he was roaring as if he wanted to eat someone.
Wang Cong's throat was tightly strangled, and he could hardly breathe in pain. He struggled and stammered, "No, no, no, Captain, you are not a dwarf."
Tian Tao loosened his hand slightly and looked down at Wang Cong who was cowering on the bed, like a giant looking down at a dwarf.
His voice was still fierce, with a hint of ferocity: "Then tell me, who is the shorty?"
Wang Cong gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his throat, and answered with difficulty: "I, it's me, I'm a dwarf."
Tian Tao's expression eased a little. He grinned and sprayed Wang Cong with his foul breath: "Remember, you are a dwarf. Don't have any extra thoughts. You can't become a giant, but you can grow taller. Do you know how to grow taller?"
Wang Cong recalled the conversation Chang Wei had with him. He lowered his voice and replied, "I can be raised by stepping on the bodies of other dwarfs."
Tian Tao laughed out loud, as if he had heard the most satisfying answer: "I'm glad you understand. Remember, I will keep an eye on Feng Mu, and I will also keep an eye on you. Now, get up immediately and go to work the night shift."
Tian Tao continued to curse: "Fuck you, Feng Mu asked you to come back to rest, and you came back? Did you get my consent? Do you listen to him or me?"
Wang Cong hurriedly got out of bed, put on his shoes hastily, and rushed out of the dormitory as if escaping.
Feng Mu saw Wang Cong running towards him breathlessly. He frowned slightly, as if he read something from Wang Cong's panic.
But he didn't ask any more questions. He just silently reached out his hand and gently smoothed the wrinkles on the latter's collar.
…. Ask for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month.
If you are an angel, please use the ticket to water the old tree. If you are Satan, please use the ticket to drown Feng Mu! (End of this chapter)
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