Chapter 185 Iconic Character, Dark Glory
Burning corpses in the incineration cabin is as familiar as driving to Feng Mu. He just didn’t expect that the incinerator in the prison was actually better than the incinerator in the outside world. The equipment is more advanced and professional.
Not only does the corpse put into the furnace not need any manual stir-frying, the whole process is automated, and even the furnace door will automatically close and lock. This made Feng Mu originally want to try to use his [cooking] skills. I had to give up.
Feng Mu’s gaze lingered on the closed furnace door for a moment, and he couldn’t help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart: “The color of the flame seems to be more dazzling, but strangely, the temperature seems to be not as high as that of the incineration plant. ?”
For most people, the air in this room is hot enough, as if even breathing is scorching, and it is unbearably hot.
However, Feng Mu's unusual professional experience, coupled with his [Cooking] skills, and [Iron Bone]'s tolerance to high temperatures, all make him extremely sensitive to fire and temperature, especially He has an unusually keen perception of the temperature of the fire when burning corpses.
“It is indeed very hot, but the heat is not hot enough to be called boiling. Although the flame in the furnace looks raging, it is actually not as hot as it should be.”
Feng Mu squinted his eyes and glanced at the two prisoners who were soaked with sweat again, thinking thoughtfully, then turned around and led the two prisoners out of the incineration room and escorted them back to the cell.
Inspect the cells, chat with the prisoners in the several cells under guard, escort the prisoners to use sewing machines in the afternoon, then escort them back to the cells, and finally deliver a bucket of rice that looks as sticky as porridge. In the cell responsible for guarding, the work flow of a day is generally familiar.
Feng Mu's notebook has been filled with less than half of it.
At the end of the day, Feng Mu was very hungry. After all, he had not eaten a bite of the lunch in the cafeteria.
In the past, he might have been able to enjoy those simple foods calmly, but now, just smelling the strong aroma of technological processing from those meals, he felt that the pores all over his body seemed to be itchy and sticky. The rotten liquid seems to be oozing out of the body.
Feng Mu returned to his room to take off his prison uniform and clock out.
"Hey, new guy, the captain asked you not to leave tonight, stay and work the night shift with me."
Prison guard Wang Cong pushed open the door and entered. His uniform looked too loose. , like an ill-fitting shell hanging on the body.
His hair, which had not been washed for several days, was greasy and disheveled, sticking to his forehead, reflecting his face that looked gloomy due to exhaustion.
"Night shift?" Feng Mu's fingers paused slightly while unbuttoning, then he fastened the buttons one by one and adjusted the collar carefully.
Wang Cong's eyes fell on Feng Mu. Seeing him carefully arranging his clothes, he felt inexplicably dazzling.
He smoothed his greasy hair casually, with a sneer on his lips, and said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone:
"Yes, I have already brought the captain's order anyway. , if you don’t want to work the night shift, you can ask the captain in person, but I guess your request will not have any effect.”
Feng Mu had a gentle smile on his face: "Since it is the captain's arrangement, I will naturally comply. By the way, nice to meet you, my name is Feng Mu."
Wang Cong sneered and said coldly : "I hope you can still be safe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." With such an attitude. Humph——, I am Wang Cong, I came here less than half a year before you.”
Feng Mu felt a slight shiver in his heart, and suddenly he understood that the Wang Cong in front of him was just like him. They are all newcomers who have been excluded and suppressed by prison.
Indeed, it seems that there is inevitably a bullied character in every workplace. It seems that without this iconic figure, the ecological environment of the workplace cannot be completely closed. Feng Mu despises this situation the most. As kind as he is, he cannot turn a blind eye to the phenomenon of bullying. He is always willing to play the role of a kind person who pushes others to complete self-salvation and vicious counterattacks.
Feng Mu asked softly, while slowly picking up a brand new clean towel from the basin and handing it to Wang Cong gently.
When Wang Cong took the towel, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not felt this kind of human warmth for too long, and his expression looked a little stunned for a moment.
Feng Mu smiled and said: "Wipe your face, your eyes will be a little more comfortable."
Wang Cong wiped his forehead gently, and saw that the white towel was instantly stained He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll give this towel back to you after I wash it."
Feng Mu nodded lightly and responded, "You don't have to be so polite."
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Wang Cong took two deep breaths, hung his head in frustration, and said, "You are right, our captain did arrange for me to work the night shift for three consecutive days."
Feng Mu frowned with concern. Asked: "Then you haven't had a good rest for three days. How can your body cope with this?"
Wang Cong pulled out a hair irritably. Feng Mu's concern seemed to have touched the anger in his heart. Fire, he complained in a low voice:
"What can I do? The shift schedule is set by the captain. Others are on night shift every month, and their shifts are divided. But my shift is the same every month. "
Wang Cong paused and added, "I'm afraid I have to add you now. I just looked at the schedule. You and I will be together in the next few days. Night shift.”
Hearing this, Feng Mu's eyes flashed with Yousen's murderous intent. He could endure the night shift, after all, he was very good at staying up late, but he couldn't bear not eating for several days in a row, otherwise he would be at risk of becoming deformed.
This is not a problem with the night shift. This is clearly forcing him to eat "shit". Of course, he can ask his senior brother to bring him food every day, but after all, his senior brother is not in the same area as him. There are always a lot of inconveniences.
Wang Cong gritted his teeth and said to Feng Mu: "If you have a relationship, it is best to go to the captain now. Otherwise, once you agree this time, it will become a routine in the future and it will be difficult to change it."
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and rushed Wang Cong smiled and said gently: "If I escaped, wouldn't I leave you to suffer alone? Forget it, I'll go with you."
Feng Mu then grinned, revealing a row of Neat and white teeth, sincere words:
"When you are on duty at night, I will share more time, and you can find a chance to take a rest and catch up on your sleep."
Wang Cong held the towel in his palm tightly, with gratitude and complicated emotions intertwined in his eyes. , he lowered his head and said softly to Feng Mu: "Thank you."
< br>Feng Mu chuckled and shook his head, and said softly:
"Colleagues understand each other about small things. You help me and I help you. We will make progress together and have a bright future." Well, haha——"
(End of this chapter)