Chapter 707 I haven't left my last words yet
When Feng Mu heard the word "parliamentarian", his pupils shrank slightly, almost imperceptibly.
What flashed through his mind was not Wang Xinfa's square face that was intimidating even without anger, but a face that always had a warm smile like Maitreya Buddha - Du Changle.
"Could it be Du Changle?"
The thought passed silently through Feng Mu's mind.
Almost at the same time, Li Shang, who was standing behind him, clearly caught the three words "Councilor Wang" and his face was instantly covered with great astonishment.
He looked at the two mobile unit personnel, and the fear in his eyes was quickly replaced by surging suspicion.
From his perspective, Feng Mu is a "family member" trusted by Councillor Wang because of his relationship with Madam Li, and his status in the circle is even higher than his own.
If these two people from the Mobile Department were sent by Councillor Wang, why would they have such an attitude and be so aggressive?
"This guy is lying. Could it be that Feng Mu isn't just talking nonsense? Are these two really not from the Mobile Unit?"
Li Shang's mind raced as he tried to sort out this complicated relationship.
The chaotic doubts were like a tide hitting a dam. If Li Shang had been given more time, he might have been able to sort out this mess. Unfortunately, time waits for no one.
Zhao Lu's life was hanging by a thread, he was breathing out more than breathing in, and he was about to die.
And the most important thing is that Feng Mu turned his head and looked at him again.
There were no words, but Li Shang understood the meaning in that look, as if a voice was ringing directly in his mind:
——"I was about to accept your 'good intention', why are you hesitating?"
——“Get started!!”
The next moment.
There was a crisp sound of "crack".
Feng Mu suddenly clenched his five fingers together, and then loosened his palm. Zhao Lu's body fell to the ground softly like a puddle of mud, making a dull sound.
His eyes bulged out, almost popping out of their sockets, freezing the fear and disbelief of the last moment of his life.
It seemed that until his consciousness sank into eternal darkness, he could not believe that he would die in this way, in the Second Prison, at the hands of a mere Feng Mu.
Zhao Lu: “!!!!” I didn’t even have time to leave my last words.
Another member of the mobile unit's lips trembled violently. He pointed at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Feng Mu, his voice trembling uncontrollably:
"Feng Mu...you...you...you really killed him?! You actually dared to kill him?!"
Li Shang's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment with the sound of bones cracking, and his brain suddenly stopped working.
Killed...really killed...right in front of him...no room for maneuver...
Feng Mu did not force Li Shang. Seeing that Li Shang was stunned and motionless, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed another person from the mobile department.
The movements were not fast, but they revealed a sense of oppression as if the god of death was demanding his life.
"Ah!!! I'm going to fight you!!"
When the mobile unit personnel saw Feng Mu reaching out to grab them again, their tense nerves finally collapsed completely. The extreme fear turned into desperate madness. They let out a wild roar, opened their arms, and rushed towards Feng Mu desperately.
The roar was like thunder, waking Li Shang up from his brief downtime.
In a flash, Li Shang had no time to think about any consequences. He almost instinctively took out his pistol from his waist, stretched out his arm, aimed at the figure rushing towards Feng Mu, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In the flash of gunfire, the bullet hit the target accurately.
Suddenly, another corpse appeared on the ground, still twitching slightly.
Warm blood gushed out from the new bullet holes between his eyebrows and chest, and the ground was stained a glaring dark red.
The office was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.
Li Shang held the pistol tightly in his hand, with the muzzle drooping slightly. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
He forced himself to raise his head and look at Feng Mu. He tried to put on a fierce smile and said in a hoarse voice:
"We agreed to let me help you kill one, and you...how could you rush to do it?"
Feng Mu stared at Li Shang deeply, then laughed heartily:
"Hahaha! It's my fault. I couldn't control myself. Blame me, blame me!"
He walked forward and patted Li Shang's shoulder, the hand holding the gun, very naturally, and praised him sincerely:
"But no matter how fast I am, it's useless. Captain Li's bullets are truly fast! Brute force! Accurate! Captain Li's shooting skills are like this!!"
As he spoke, Feng Mu gave Li Shang a firm thumbs up.
At the same time, several masked prison guards worked in groups of two to lift the two bodies on the ground, while the remaining prison guards quickly took out cleaning tools, skillfully sprayed medicine, wiped the blood, and cleaned the stains on the ground.
Their movements were so skillful and their coordination so tacit, it seemed as if they had practiced it countless times. Li Shang, who was standing by, had his eyes twitching slightly and felt even colder in his heart.
Li Shang took a few deep breaths, looked at Chang Erbing who was still frozen in place, and shouted unhappily:
"Don't just stand there and watch, go and help. When it comes to professionally disposing of the body, it still depends on the professional level of our police station!"
Feng Mu knew what Li Shang meant. He smiled and said to Chang Erbing:
"Then I'd like to trouble Brother Erbing to guide the work of our Second Ward. If you have any professional suggestions, please feel free to ask."
Chang Erbing came back to his senses after being yelled at by Li Shang. He followed a few prison guards out of the office with somewhat unsteady steps.
Soon, a prison guard brought a clean wet towel.
Feng Mu took it, but did not use it himself. Instead, he handed it to Li Shang, who looked unhappy, and said softly:
"Captain Li, thank you for your hard work. Wipe your hands."
Li Shang put away his gun, took the wet wipes and wiped his hands hastily. His heart was in turmoil, far from the calm he pretended to be.
He looked at Feng Mu and said in a deep voice:
"Two members of the Mobile Division have died. This is really a big deal. Feng Mu, what should we do next? Do you have a plan?"
Feng Mu heard this and spread his hands indifferently, and asked:
"What Mobile Unit? Captain Li, I don't understand what you're saying. Didn't I tell you they're fake? They're imposters. Don't you believe me?"
Li Shang: “…”
Looking at Feng Mu's sincere expression, he was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.
Seeing Li Shang’s expression of “are you kidding me?”, Feng Mu stopped keeping him in suspense.
He reached out and took out an extremely delicate miniature earphone from his ear, and threw it on the desk with a light "click" sound.
Almost at the same time, the office door was pushed open again, and Liu Yi walked in quickly holding the two mobile phones.
He first nodded slightly to Feng Mu, then turned his gaze to Li Shang.
Feng Mu raised his chin towards Liu Yi:
"Explain to Captain Li what's going on with those two people?"
Liu Yi understood and handed the two phones to Li Shang, while briefly reporting:
"Captain Li, we've cracked and analyzed all the information in these two phones, and we can basically confirm that Du Changle is their direct superior."
Li Shang took the phone, but before he could take a closer look, he suddenly raised his head and said:
"Du Changle? I know this guy. Isn't he also Councillor Wang's confidant? How could he..."
Feng Mu took over the conversation at the right time, his tone becoming a little lower:
"That's right, so the guy just now said that we all work for the congressman and are considered one of their own. He wasn't completely lying, but..."
Feng Mu paused for a moment and said quietly:
"But Captain Li, you should also understand that even if we are on the same boat, we may not all be of the same mind.
Sometimes, the most deadly thing is a knife in the back."
Feng Mu spoke from his heart, and these were his true words, but when Li Shang heard them, he naturally understood them to have a different meaning.
Li Shang murmured in his heart:
"I see. It's the people under the councillor who are fighting among themselves."
Feng Mu patted Li Shang's shoulder again and said:
"Du Changle has ulterior motives and has been secretly coveting the position of warden of the Second Prison. However, he is good at disguising himself, and Madam is reluctant to break up with him. I didn't expect that he would set his sights on me."
Li Shang nodded repeatedly as he listened, finally knowing some important inside information or secrets.
Feng Mu saw Li Shang's expression and knew that he had completed the "logical loop" on his own, so he added:
"Captain Li, you know me well. I treat my friends with sincerity and hate these kinds of schemes and calculations, so I don't want to hide these secrets from you.
Next, Councillor Wang may have a fierce fight with other councillors, and Councillor Wang’s own people may also fight to the death.
To be honest, Madam, I'm not sure that I can win, and my situation is also very dangerous, so if you don't want to get involved, I can understand.
Just pretend that I killed those two people, and it has nothing to do with you. When you get out of the Second Prison later, forget everything you saw and heard here today, and pretend it never happened..."
Li Shang listened to Feng Muqing's sincere words for his benefit, and then looked at the traces on the ground that had been cleaned up. He felt a sense of depression in his chest, unable to swallow it or spit it out: "....."
What's the point of saying this now?!
He had already killed everyone else, how could he pretend that it had nothing to do with him?
Who knows if there are any surveillance cameras hidden in your office?
I have to say, the detective's intuition is accurate.
Just in the inconspicuous corners of the office, inside the lampshades, in the gaps of the bookshelves and other places, there are exactly 13 pinhole cameras hidden, which captured Li Shang's three brave and decisive shots clearly from different angles.
Li Shang shook his head and said firmly:
"What are you talking about? We are friends. If you are in danger, of course I will help you. Just like if I am in danger, you will definitely help me, right?"
He said this in a powerful and resolute manner, his eyes firm and unquestionable.
He must help Feng Mu!
On the one hand, Feng Mu is his "good friend". If he doesn't help his good friend, wouldn't it be a waste of his help to kill him?
On the other hand, Li Shang had a firm judgment based on the existing information in his heart - Madam Li would definitely win, and Du Changle was a nobody, so how could he be worthy of fighting with Madam Li.
This guy is a little bit confused about his own worth. He doesn't know that Madam Li sleeps in the same bed with Councillor Wang, and Qian Huan even calls Councillor Wang "Dad" in public?
On the other side, Chang Erbing followed several white-masked prison guards closely, walking along the cold corridor, his mind still in a mess.
Sometimes it was the crisp sound of Zhao Lu's throat being crushed, sometimes it was the decisive gunshots from Li Shang, but more often it was Feng Mu's face that was always smiling.
Li Shang asked him to help deal with the body, and he understood what he meant.
He did have this in mind, trying to regain some professional dignity and prove that he was not completely useless in the rough cleaning work that might follow.
However, when he actually witnessed the subsequent actions of the two prison guards, this remaining dignity disappeared completely in an instant.
He watched as the prison guards took out a special solvent he had never seen before. There was a fox-like logo on the solvent bottle.
Then it was sprayed on the dark red bloodstains that had not yet completely solidified. The bloodstains and the texture of the brick joints through which they had penetrated faded and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, a peculiarly shaped ultraviolet irradiator was activated, and the faint blue light swept across the ground and walls, stimulating and removing skin debris that was invisible to the naked eye and tiny aerosols that might be floating in the air.
This was not the end yet. Another prison guard took out a sophisticated detector similar to those used for geological exploration. A faint red light flashed on the top, and it scanned the ground inch by inch to ensure that there was not even a trace of blood or biological tissue left.
Chang Erbing opened his mouth, but his throat felt a little dry, so he finally closed it tactfully.
He couldn't provide any guidance; on the contrary, he was the one who needed to stand by, observe with an open mind, and even learn secretly.
An indescribable sense of absurdity and frustration gripped him.
Chang Erbing muttered in his heart:
"This method is even more professional than our on-site investigation team..."
Actually, it was fine up to this point. What really surprised Chang Erbing was the huge and heavy industrial incinerator with thick furnace doors and dashboards!
The thing stood quietly in the corner, its metal shell reflecting cold light, its feed port dark, waiting to devour everything.
The furnace body is connected to a thick smoke exhaust pipe, extending upward and sinking into the ceiling.
no?
Why would there be something like this in a prison?!
Chang Erbing's head buzzed. This was completely beyond his understanding of prison facilities.
So, do other prisons have incinerators?
Chang Erbing has never visited other prisons, so he cannot be sure.
"Am I making a fuss about nothing and being too ignorant?" Chang Erbing complained in his heart.
Just as they were secretly shocked, the two bodies were lifted onto the cold dissection table before being pushed into the incinerator.
Then, a prison guard of medium build, also wearing a mask, came forward, holding a row of long, thin, specially made needles between his fingers.
Chang Erbing held his breath and watched intently.
He leaned over and gently pressed his fingers on Zhao Lu's jaw, temples, hairline and other parts of his body. His movements were as gentle as a caress.
With an extremely subtle "hissing" sound, the skin on Zhao Lu's cheek was completely peeled off from the muscle tissue, just like peeling off a mask.
The process was extremely clean and neat. There was no bloody scene as expected, only a layer of white film.
Soon, two complete human skin masks were perfectly peeled off from the faces of the two corpses. They were as thin as cicada wings, and still vaguely retained the outlines of the deceased's facial features.
The dough is carefully soaked in a special potion that has been prepared nearby to soften and shape it.
Peeling face? ! !
What is this for?!
Moreover, this technique is so professional!
Chang Erbing was amazed. You know, the two forensic doctors from the Second Prison have been seconded to the police station.
"Who is this guy? He's a waste of talent to be a prison guard with such skills!"
(End of this chapter)
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