Chapter 220 It is dangerous to touch other people's things
The bodies next door should be moved to the next door, this is in accordance with the prison proximity rule.
Feng Mu calmly directed prisoners such as Chen Ya and Wang Jiao to carefully pick up the scattered body parts and piece them together bit by bit. Then, they carried the bodies to the incineration room in groups of two.
This journey was very short, yet it seemed exceptionally long, so long that Wang Jiao and several other prisoners felt like they had walked through a long life, with obvious anxiety and impatience revealed on their faces.
Feng Mu took in their expressions but didn't say much.
Pushing open the door of the crematorium, the prisoners were hit by a heat wave. They were sweating profusely, and the blood in their bodies was evaporated by the heat wave. Their eyes gradually turned blood red, and the blood vessels on their faces bulged and became hideous.
As the last body was thrown into the incinerator, Feng Mu sighed slightly, looked around at the prisoners, and said apologetically, "Their deaths were ultimately due to my negligence, so will you blame me?"
At this moment, Chen Ya had quietly walked around to the door, gently pulled the heavy iron door closed and locked it from the inside.
The prisoners saw that Feng Mu seemed unaware and seemed still immersed in guilt and self-blame for losing the prisoners. They looked at each other secretly.
Then they said almost in unison: "Prison Guard Feng, you are a good person, we don't blame you!"
Chi! There was a sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, and an unusually sharp toothbrush rapidly enlarged in Feng Mu's pupils.
The cold white toothbrush was held upside down by the tall and thin prisoner, and the bristles at the back end were vibrating violently. Feng Mu watched calmly as the veins on the arm holding the toothbrush bulged out hideously.
The tall and thin prisoner suddenly jumped up and let out a hoarse roar: "So, don't blame us."
At the same time, two burly prisoners nearby also suddenly attacked, one on the left and one on the right. One of them opened his arms and tightly locked Feng Mu's waist, while the other one quickly took action and quickly grabbed the electric baton on Feng Mu's waist.
Their eyes were equally crazy and fierce, and they roared like wild beasts: “We just want to live ah ah ah ah——”
Wang Jiao and a few other prisoners who were slow to react also hurriedly followed.
Their palms spread out quickly, covered with sweat, tightly grasping the toothbrushes that slipped out of their sleeves, and their mouths emitted irregular but hoarse roars.
"Well, I don't blame you."
A chaotic and crazy roar mixed with a clear but peaceful sound, just like pouring a basin of ice water into a pot of boiling kerosene, instantly stirring up a burst of smoke.
No, it was not smoke, it was black and red blood rain, like the bloodiest rainstorm in autumn, pouring down, splashing and ruthlessly covering everyone's hair, face and neck.
The wet, boiling liquid, carrying the temperature of life and the cruelty of the end, made everyone present freeze instantly, standing still like a sculpture.
Their eyes were as if frozen by a remote control, terrified and unable to move away, staring straight at the tall and thin corpse in front of them.
The head of the corpse had exploded and disappeared, leaving only a neck the size of a bowl, exposed to the air. Blood gushed out like a waterfall, bathing them.
The headless corpse's arms were still stiffly raised, and the blood-stained toothbrush in his hand was hovering a finger's distance away from the calm, lifeless eyes, but it was like an insurmountable barrier, unable to advance even a centimeter.
"If you want to live, you must be prepared to die. This is how I got here."
Feng Mu spoke softly, his voice revealing a calmness and understanding after having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
"So I totally understand you guys."
Feng Mu slowly loosened his five fingers, tiny bone fragments and blood flowed out, his expression remained calm, and his smile was still as gentle and understanding as usual.
But as he spoke, he waved his arms gently.
The burly prisoner who was hugging him felt as if he was hit by an invisible bulldozer before he could react. His whole body instantly lost balance and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
With a loud bang, his body slammed into the incinerator door behind him.
The hatch of the incinerator shook violently under the impact and even left a noticeable hole.
The prisoner slowly slid to the ground in an extremely strange posture. His chest was completely flattened, as if he had turned into a bright red paper man.
Wang Jiao and the other prisoners' faces turned as pale as paper in an instant, and their heartbeats accelerated to the extreme, as if they were trying to break out of their chests and rush straight into their throats.
They were extremely terrified, their eyes fixed on Feng Mu's face which always had a gentle smile on it, but they could not feel any of the warmth and comfort from the past, but instead felt an unfathomable chill.
The eyes behind that smile concealed endless darkness and coldness, which made them feel a tremor from the bottom of their souls.
In the past, they thought that Prison Guard Feng was a good person, like a ray of light in the darkness. But now, they felt that Prison Guard Feng was a monster in human skin. Even the scorching air in the incineration room was cooled down around him, like an abyss that swallowed up all the light and heat.
"I'm sorry for scaring you. I can't control my strength well enough. But don't worry, I will put your bodies back together piece by piece later." Feng Mu said apologetically.
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“Ah ...
The burly prisoner screamed "Ahhhhhhhh", his face distorted, his eyes filled with madness and despair.
He suddenly grabbed the electric baton on Feng Mu's waist, pulled it hard, raised it high, and swung it down with trembling arms, while his thumb pushed the voltage switch.
Feng Mu took a half step back, his tone full of admonition: "Didn't your mother teach you when you were a child not to touch other people's things?"
"What?" The sturdy prisoner felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the electric arc crackled and exploded like a dancing silver snake.
Then, a strong arm spun and smashed into the wall next to it, leaving a charred mark on the white wall.
The baton exploded and broke into two pieces, hitting the ground, still flashing arcs with crackling sounds. A burnt smell with a hint of meat filled the small room, stimulating everyone's sense of smell.
The burly prisoner let out a shrill howl of pain, and with his other hand he tightly covered the carbon-black wound on his arm. The wound was charred and curled, which was shocking. The good news was that the bleeding had stopped.
He could not see the tragic situation on his side face, but the prisoners beside him, such as Wang Jiao, could see it clearly.
The right side of the face was full of pits and pits, with black and red skin interlaced, and blood slowly seeping out of the wounds, creating a horrible scene.
His right ear was almost gone, with only half of it remaining, hanging on by a thin layer of leather, and precariously hanging.
The remaining half of Feng Mu's sentence reminded Shanshan who was late: "It's very dangerous to touch other people's things!"
(End of this chapter)
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