Chapter 313 [Old Tree on Grave] Want to harm me? Kill it
The blood vessels on Qian Huan's forehead bulged like a wriggling earthworm, and the situation worsened ten times faster than he had expected.
If he was just standing on the edge of the cliff in the morning, then now, this post that was frantically forwarded by ignorant people was like a black hand that pushed him hard from behind and pushed him into the abyss, with half of his body hanging outside the cliff, precarious.
"[Old Tree on the Grave] This is going to kill me. I'll remember this name, Feng Mu. I want him to die. I must make him die—"
Even through three layers of explosion-proof glass walls, Feng Mu could feel the murderous intent inside, which wanted to dig up people's graves and plant trees.
Qian Huan clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain.
His eyes were almost bursting with flames as he stared at the ever-increasing click rate and forwarding volume. Every jump in the numbers was like a bloody pair of scissors, crushing his heart from every angle.
Qian Huan usually considers himself a rational person, but faced with the overwhelming and indiscriminate insults, attacks and criticisms under the post, his emotions began to waver involuntarily.
He never knew that human language could be so rich and so...dirty!!! In short, the warden Qian Huan was suffering from the first cyberbullying on his way to growing up.
Feng Mu quietly observed Qian Huan's expression which was almost distorted to the extreme. He knew that the warden's emotions were on the verge of breaking point. If he didn't cool him down, he suspected that the latter would explode on the spot or become distorted.
"I have taken note of the prison warden's instructions. I assure you that this [old tree on the grave] who slandered you will die a miserable death."
Feng Mu promised solemnly:
"But not today, and not tomorrow. We don't have time to look for a black hand hiding behind the network. Our top priority now is to resolve the hidden dangers inside the prison. Warden, you can't lose your composure now."
Qian Huan swung his fists down angrily, and the computer screen shattered into pieces in an instant. He turned his head sharply and stared at Feng Mu.
His teeth were grinding, and his voice became hoarse and rough due to anger: "Feng Mu, you are right. We cannot lose our composure now. So, let this [old tree on the grave] breathe for a few more days..."
Qian Huan then sat back heavily in his chair, his hands trembling slightly as he slowly reached for the glass bottle on the table.
In the clear liquid in the glass bottle, a blood-red eyeball was spinning slowly, and the look seemed to be frozen in the eternal moment of fear and despair.
Qian Huan gently turned the glass bottle, and his cold tone was like a ghost hand reaching into the quilt from under the bed, making people shudder:
"This prison riot unexpectedly sparked my interest in collecting. Unfortunately, I only have an eyeball as a collection at the moment. I hope I can add a tongue in the near future."
Feng Mu glanced at the glass bottle and understood what he meant.
"Congratulations to the warden for obtaining such a unique collection. I will definitely get the tongue of the old tree on the grave and present it to the warden in the future."
Qian Huan continued to play with the glass bottle. Feng Mu's unwavering loyalty was like a soothing medicine, which gradually calmed his heart.
He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the long-deposited foul air, and his tone turned fierce: "Have you found any clues about the riot?"
Feng Mu nodded slightly, and then slowly stated the truth he had found out in a calm and firm tone:
"First, my subordinates investigated the surveillance video and identified a prison guard who was a major suspect. His behavior was abnormal, and all signs showed that he was the one who helped the death row prisoner escape."
"Unfortunately, when we quickly went to his residence to conduct further investigation, we found that he had been murdered and burned to charcoal."
"Fortunately, after some twists and turns, we saw through the murderer's disguise, but the murderer must have been a stubborn man who didn't say a word until his death. Fortunately, we found another clue in his mobile phone."
Feng Mu took out his cell phone from his pocket, carefully passed it through the narrow gap in the explosion-proof glass wall, and continued:
“All the data in the phone was cleared, but Gong Qi and Liu Yi used technical means to successfully recover a phone number. Judging from the time, it should be the last number the murderer dialed before his death.
That is the person he reported to immediately after killing someone to silence him."
Liu Yi was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Gong Qi obscurely, as if saying, "Why don't I remember that we helped to recover the phone data?"
Gong Qi pursed his lips, his eyes were intriguing, as if responding: "This is possible!"
Feng Mu's reporting style is completely different from Ma Bin's. The latter tends to omit the intermediate process and directly present the results, while Feng Mu reports every detail to Qian Huan one by one.
There was no way. Ma Bin was selfless and completely loyal, while Feng Mu was completely disloyal and completely selfish. However, Qian Huan's expression was very pleased, and he fell for it.
As a leader who lacks security and has a strong desire for control, the more critical the situation is, the more he wants to control every detail.
Feng Mu's reporting style perfectly met Qian Huan's emotional needs, and the latter began to trust him more and more.
Qian Huan took the phone and opened the call log. Sure enough, he saw a number. There was no note on the number, just a string of numbers.
His pupils contracted, as eerie as ice chips in winter: "Whose number is this?"
Feng Mu slowly uttered a name: "Lou Rui."
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Qian Huan frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Who?"
Feng Mu expressed his understanding. As the prison warden, Qian Huan was very busy with affairs and it was understandable that he could not remember the name of an ordinary prison guard.
He explained calmly, "He's a prison guard on the first floor of the light prison area."
After hearing what Feng Mu said, Qian Huan finally had some impression in his mind. He opened the drawer, took out a thick stack of reports, and flipped through them quickly with his fingers.
After searching for a while, Qian Huan finally found an inconspicuous report from the bottom. He looked directly at the last few lines of the report conclusions.
Lou Rui's bone structure report: Bone structure LR is in an unstable ox-type state, with a low probability of deformation. It is speculated that he has practiced 5 kinds of martial arts, of which 100% are new martial arts, and his martial arts level is low.
Reverse numerical score: 9 points
Inferior level of life.
Martial arts level: second level
Danger level: E
He had previously spent a large sum of money to have Shi Wuming conduct a "visual inspection" on every prison guard in the prison. This was used now, but it seemed to be of no use.
Because Lou Rui's score was too low, as low as his position, mediocre and worthless.
Feng Mu, who was outside the glass wall and was surprised by the warden's actions, had his pupils shrink slightly. He seemed to have glimpsed some intriguing secrets...
(End of this chapter)
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