Chapter 307: The idea of betraying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, two sets of rules
Everyone felt as if an electric shock had occurred to their foreheads. The jealousy and filthiness hidden in their eyes melted away like snow in the sun.
Feng Mu used his heart-touching love and special personal charm to infect and warm all of them in a short period of time.
The looks they gave Guan Zhong were all soft and tinged with kindness.
Yes, why should we be so anxious? Isn't Guan Zhong the future self? It won't be long before everyone will be Guan Zhong. Helping him is helping ourselves! Gong Qi was amazed as he watched from the side. He could see with his naked eyes that the new team that the junior brother had just formed had been quickly twisted from a pile of loose sand into a rope.
Although they couldn't even call each other by name, they had already built a cohesion that surpassed 99% of the teams in the world, and were willing to hang others for each other.
As expected, killing people together is the best team-building activity to bring people together.
Gong Qi was very pleased:
"Junior brother is indeed the genius that Master said the [Ronggui Sect] only sees once in 500 years. Not only did he practice [Blood and Flesh Beginning True Skill] very quickly, he also learned the essence of the [Ronggui Sect]'s ideology in a short period of time."
For a moment, Gong Qi had a very unethical idea in his mind:
"The reason why [Ronggui Sect] has been declining is probably because Master's management style is too backward. If Junior Brother were to manage the sect's affairs, then our [Ronggui Sect] should be able to develop into a huge sect in the near future?!!"
The sound of the elevator door opening interrupted Gong Qi's thoughts of "disrespecting his teacher and ancestors". He turned his head and looked at the two captains who arrived late.
At the same time, Guan Zhong and others also looked over there.
The two constables suddenly felt a chill down their spines. They felt that the looks of this group of people were inexplicably creepy.
If most of them were not wearing prison guard uniforms and were not considered a brother unit within the system, they might have drawn their guns in response to the immediate stress reaction.
The older captain quickly glanced around, and when he saw the severed head on the ground, his heart sank. He then instinctively looked at the one with the gentlest smile and the kindest temperament among the group of people.
He looked at Feng Mu and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
Feng Mu sighed softly, his face revealing a trace of sadness: "The charred body downstairs is Gong Lao, a prison guard in our second prison. He committed an unforgivable crime, and the warden asked us to investigate the matter.
This headless corpse came here with the intention of killing people. Unfortunately, when he was about to leave, we bumped into him. He wanted to continue to commit murder, so we had no choice but to..."
The older captain frowned slightly. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he was more inclined to believe what Feng Mu said.
He had to believe it, because when Feng Mu answered, the surrounding prison guards had already surrounded the two chief constables in the center as if they had telepathy.
The older captain of the police had seen the eyes of many vicious criminals, but he had never seen such a strange and eager look in the eyes of the prison guards before him.
It was not cruel or cold, but a kind of passion and desire, as if they had no ill will towards him, but on the contrary, they just longed to gain some kind of reward from him.
It's really creepy! "I'm sorry, but we are running out of time. We must return to the prison immediately to report this incident to our superiors. I'll have to trouble the police station to deal with these two bodies."
Feng Mu spoke in a kind tone with a friendly smile on his face. He walked out slowly as he spoke. Seeing this, the prison guards around him cleared a path for him in an orderly manner.
The prison guard standing at the elevator entrance quickly pressed the elevator button and waited for Feng Mu to walk into the elevator before walking in one by one. Everyone stood carefully against the wall of the elevator, tacitly leaving ample space for Feng Mu who was standing in the middle.
When the cold elevator door slowly closed, the older captain breathed a sigh of relief, slowly removed his hand from the butt of the gun, and roughly pulled open his collar, revealing the white lining soaked with cold sweat.
"This is really hell, are the prison guards looking at people in such a horrifying way now?"
The old captain felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell. He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground and cursed.
"You've made a mistake. The one with the kindest smile is actually the most dangerous one."
The younger captain was also a little frightened, and said grimly, "We just let them go like that, without even recording their confession?"
The older captain walked into the house, squatted on the ground, carefully observed the severed head on the ground, and replied in a cold voice:
"Otherwise, if you really dare to keep them, then we might as well lie here today."
The young captain was unconvinced and said, "Not really. We are the captains. It would be hard for them to explain if they killed us. I don't think they would dare to do it."
The older police chief sneered, "Why should we be afraid? If we really end up lying here, it will be the headless man in the room who killed us. They are the good guys who avenged us. When the time comes, the police station will have to send them a banner to thank them."
The young captain's face turned dark. He squatted down and stretched out his finger to touch the edge of the severed head.
Seeing this, the older captain immediately stopped him with a stern voice: "Don't touch it, it's poisonous!"
The young captain's fingers stiffened instantly and his eyes widened. Only then did he notice that the broken neck was emitting a disturbing black color, as if some kind of poison was spreading.
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The blood flowing on the ground was also contaminated, and even the surface of the tiles had a granular texture with pits and pits due to corrosion.
The older captain glanced coldly at the younger one, then squatted on the ground, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his arms, pursed his lips, and took out a cigarette.
The young captain immediately withdrew his hand, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette for the older captain.
The older police chief took a deep breath, blew a smoke ring towards the younger police chief and said, "Chen Yang, our patrol station has always had the tradition of the old leading the new. What do you think this tradition is teaching you?"
Chen Yang was slightly stunned. Ever since he was assigned to the patrol station, he has been following the experienced old captain in front of him, but he has never thought deeply about this question. Perhaps in his opinion, the answer is too obvious.
He said without hesitation: "Isn't it just teaching us how to go to the scene, how to hunt down the murderer, and solve the case?"
The older captain took a deep puff of his cigarette, smoke gushing out of his nostrils. His voice was a little hoarse: "Yes, these are what we want to teach you, but they are just superficial knowledge. What we really want to teach you are the rules."
Chen Yang asked in surprise: "Rules? What rules?"
The older captain nodded and said:
"Rules, you can also understand them as ways of playing. We have two ways of playing in the police station to solve cases. One is the one we follow on a daily basis, which is the way we play with our skin and without it. We have to rely on confessions and evidence, but in the end, no matter what, the truth can only come out of our mouths."
His tone paused, then he stood up and said with a look of emotion:
"Another possibility is that we encounter a situation like today, where we run into people who play the same way as us, with a layer of skin. Then we have to follow a different set of rules."
Chen Yang nodded thoughtfully, but there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes. He asked hesitantly: "So, what is the other set of rules?"
(End of this chapter)
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