Chapter 383 The Day is Coming in the Second Prison
At the same time.
Feng Mu also received two calls from friends, one from forensic pathologist Bai Ye and one from Li Shang.
Although they were all new friends and we didn't say much on the phone, their words were full of heart-warming care.
Therefore, whether your friends are sincere to you depends entirely on whether your means of making friends can get into the other person's heart. Obviously, Feng Mu has done a flawless job in this regard.
The only bad thing is... Feng Mu hung up two calls in succession, then raised his head and looked at Qian Huan who was sitting behind the explosion-proof glass wall.
His tone was as calm as a glass of boiled water, and he repeated what happened on the phone concisely.
Finally, he paused, looked up at Qian Huan, and concluded in a dark tone: "My friends really misunderstood me. Do I look like someone who would kill someone and take their head?"
Qian Huan was staring at the document in his hand. He raised his head when he heard this, and his gaze lingered on Feng Mu for a moment.
His expression was serious, and his words were full of trust in Feng Mu:
"Well, indeed, I also think that you don't have this weird collecting habit!"
Feng Mu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Qian Huan changed the subject and said something more meaningful:
"Who could have done it, then?"
This sounded like a casual question, but Feng Mu read some tentativeness in Qian Huan's eyes.
He didn't respond, but raised his hand and scratched his back, and a few playing cards fell silently from his sleeves, slid along the smooth back of his clothes, and fell into the gap of the sofa cushion.
Feng Mu's expression remained as calm as a stone from beginning to end.
Qian Huan didn't take it seriously. He lowered his head to look at the computer screen and clicked on an email. The email contained the case closing report of Zhao Xing's accidental death.
His eyes slowly swept across the lines of words, and the expression on his face gradually changed from thoughtful to one that was almost appreciative.
"A falling object cut off my head. A bizarre accident..."
"Tsk tsk, Zhao Xing, this is really bad luck. Tell me, how can there be such a... coincidental accident in this world?"
Feng Mu observed Qian Huan admiring him while glancing at him from time to time. He felt speechless but was too lazy to explain.
My friends' prejudice against me is so deep! Feng Mu had a blank expression on his face, but he sneered in his heart: "Since I didn't kill him, who could it be? Could it be... murder to silence him?"
Qian Huan didn't take it seriously when he saw Feng Mu didn't respond. His trust in Feng Mu was almost full.
Moreover, he was in a very good mood today, because the public opinion on the Internet about the Second Prison, or more accurately, about him, was quietly reversing.
"That's right, the flesh I cut out of my body will not be in vain after all."
Qian Huan muttered to himself, his finger sliding lightly on the mouse, clicking on one web page after another.
The cold light from the screen reflected on his face, making his smile look particularly cheerful.
Qian Huan clicked on the webpage and browsed the content online. The more he read, the more his mouth curled up. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "In just a few days, public opinion has been completely muddied. This is the horror of big shots hiding behind the scenes, controlling people's hearts and minds, and making things happen with a flip of their hands. Compared to this, the death of a few people or the loss of one or two heads are just children's tricks."
Qian Huan felt that his mentality, vision and perspective had grown by leaps and bounds during this period.
"And I have already sat at that table, so sooner or later, I will become a big shot like this. Now all I need is a press conference to put an end to this farce."
Qian Huan's mind raced. He turned his head to look at the bumpy sky outside the high wall, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.
His voice was low and slow, with some profound meaning:
“The dawn has come.”
Feng Mu stared at Qian Huan quietly, his eyes as deep as an ancient well with no bottom to be seen.
When he heard this, a smile broke out on his face, and he responded with some sincerity: "Yes, the day is about to dawn in the Second Prison."
Qian Huan's gaze stayed on Feng Mu's face for a moment, and the smile on his lips became more and more satisfied.
He leaned back in the leather seat, tapping the tabletop with his fingers, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound, as if he was keeping time for the ensuing conversation.
"I remember you mentioned before that you have a younger sister who is in No. 8 Middle School, right?"
Qian Huan's voice was gentle and casual, as if he was chatting about family matters.
"So, how did she rank in the martial arts exam?"
A smile immediately appeared on Feng Mu's face, and he looked like a brother who was proud of his sister.
His eyes softened a little, and his tone was a little doting:
"I participated, and luckily I made it through a few levels, and it seems I made it to the finals."
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Qian Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise on his face:
"Oh? I didn't expect your sister is a martial arts genius."
Feng Mu's smile was still gentle: "Yes, my sister has been the center of attention since she was a child. It seems like she was born to live in the center of the stage, hehe——"
Qian Huan nodded, turned his gaze to the computer screen, tapped his fingers lightly on the keyboard a few times, and pulled up a schedule.
His voice became formal, with a commanding tone: "Then let's do this. The Second Ward will invite some media to hold a press conference tomorrow morning, and we need to invite Secretary Hou to be there. Secretary Hou was discharged from the hospital early today, and will go to No. 8 Middle School to represent Councillor Wang to attend the event."
"I was originally planning to let Wang Cong do this. In that case, you should go. You can just cheer for your sister. Then, after the joint exam is over, you can invite Secretary Hou on my behalf to attend the press conference of the Second Prison tomorrow morning and inspect the work of the Second Prison."
Feng Mu had no objection. He stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles on the sofa. "I understand, Warden Qian. I will invite Secretary Hou."
Shi Wuming stood in the corner in silence, as if he was some kind of accessory to the room.
His eyes swept across Feng Mu's departing back indifferently, like a knife without temperature.
This morning, he had received a message from the group—his mission was about to end.
In two days, a new security team will take over his position.
Obviously, Qian Huan's importance in President Lu's eyes has increased by more than one level.
This improvement directly prompted the subsequent personnel replacement, and the new security team is undoubtedly more "top-notch".
This was unexpected, and Shi Wuming felt a little complicated.
Shi Wuming had never thought that Qian Huan actually gritted his teeth and survived this turbulent period, and even seemed to be about to win this life-and-death game.
Unfortunately, Qian Huan didn't have a good impression of him, so he couldn't stay any longer.
Fortunately, he was able to make some extra money before he left.
He looked away, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent: "I will send you off in the next two days. Just consider it as my farewell gift to the Second Prison."
(End of this chapter)
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