Chapter 187 Feng Mu, warden?
Li Bashan nodded slightly, his hand as broad as a leaf-leaf fan grasped Song Heng's shoulder, pushed him gently to the side, and then walked away quickly carrying the barrel. .
Song Heng felt his scalp numb and splitting, and the huge hand passed over his head, instantly blocking his vision.
In that brief moment, he felt as if the blood in his body had solidified, a chill rushed from his spine to the top of his head, and his entire body was shrouded in fear and shock.
Don't think this is an exaggeration. The reason why Song Heng was promoted to division chief was because his military strength had reached the third level.
Because of this, when faced with a powerful life form, his body will naturally produce a subtle intuitive warning, which is an instinctive reaction that a warrior should have to respond to potential threats.
The reason why this situation did not completely make him lose his courage is because he currently only has the third level strength.
If his grade can be raised to a higher level, reaching the height of fifth or even sixth grade, then his fear of Li Bashan will increase tenfold and hundredfold, and he may really put Li Bashan to death. Maybe his figure overlaps with the monster in his memory.
Song Heng turned his head with lingering fear, his eyes following Li Bashan's retreating figure, his face burning as if it was being burned by fire.
He looked around. The prison guards were all silent and their eyes were averted, as if they were afraid of contacting his eyes.
You finally understand why we don’t fight for that position, right?
A tiger mixed in with a group of hyenas. Although the tiger remained silent and seemed harmless, no one really thought it was harmless.
On the contrary, the more harmless he behaves and the longer we stay together, the more frightened everyone becomes.
Song Heng felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly understood a truth. In the closed ecosystem of the prison, you don’t become that role just by sitting in that position, but... .....
Song Heng turned around and rushed to the office of the district chief Zhou Fu without saying a word. Whoever wants to be the division chief of Division B can be the division chief. Anyway, he doesn’t want to be the division chief for a day longer. He is now He just wanted to quickly return to Area C and resume his duties as captain.
Don't ask, asking means treating fame, fortune and wealth like dirt, and can't bear to let go of the old brothers in Area C!
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It was reported that he worked the night shift on his first day in prison. Feng Mu was treated like no one else.
Walking in the corridors of the prison, looking back and forth over and over boringly.
Originally, such frequent inspections were not necessary. After all, surveillance cameras were installed at regular intervals in the corridors. They were like sleepless sentries, monitoring every corner of the prison at all times.
However, captain Tian Tao's instructions came from time to time on the intercom, which forced Feng Mu to run back and forth in the corridor without stopping.
“There is movement in cell 2104, go take a look immediately.”
“The position of the camera in the front section of corridor 2117 is offset, go and correct it manually.”
“There are prisoners in cell 2005. He was beaten, go and deal with it."
"A prisoner died in 2087, go and collect the body and ask Qin Liang to fill out the autopsy form."
"..." Overnight, Feng Mu was busy going back and forth in the prison, dealing with various tedious matters. These endless chores make people feel even more exhausted than practicing martial arts.
Although practicing martial arts is hard, it can accumulate experience and improve proficiency. In addition to consuming energy, these trivial matters are constantly challenging the limit of your endurance.
Wang Cong followed Feng Mu and dealt with it together. His hair was greasier and the bloodshot eyes were denser. His whole body seemed to be on the verge of sudden death, but he was still gritting his teeth and following. .
Looking at Feng Mu handling each item in an orderly manner, there was no trace of impatience on his face. He responded to the voice on the walkie-talkie with politeness. He also treated the prisoners who stayed up late at night and made noise. Speak the truth calmly and resolve disputes.
Wang Cong was so confused that he couldn't help but take out his electric baton many times and was about to beat the prisoner, but Feng Mu kindly stopped him.
Although Wang Cong was bullied by his colleagues in prison, he was still relatively tough when facing prisoners. In other words, it was precisely because he was always bullied by his colleagues that he had accumulated too much resentment in his heart. He couldn't help but vent his emotions. In the past six months, there were more than one or two prisoners beaten to death and maimed by him.
Looking at Feng Mu peacefully resolving another dispute, he recorded in detail the reasons for the dispute, the handling process and the results of the dispute among several prisoners in the book, and he was very serious about letting those involved. The prisoners who arrived all signed the book and pressed their red thumbprints.
The rules are strict, as if they are registering criminal confessions of prisoners. But the question is, this is a prison, and they are all prisoners in custody. Is recording these things to increase their sentences?
Wang Cong finally couldn't hold himself back and asked in a low voice: "Feng Mu, is it necessary to go to this point? We are just a few trouble-making prisoners. We need such detailed records. Wouldn’t a beating with an electric baton make you honest?”
Feng Mu looked at the dense notebook in his hand and said warmly: "My memory is not very good, so I wrote down all my choices with a pen, so that when I try to persuade these prisoners in the future, my words will not be empty."
Wang Cong was speechless when he heard that Feng Mu said that he would come to persuade these prisoners in the future. He looked at Feng Mu like a fool and could not understand Feng Mu's brain circuit at all.
Feng Mu could tell from Wang Cong's face that the other party had misunderstood. The "persuasion" he meant in the future was not the "persuasion" that Wang Cong thought. He planned to change the form in the future. Let prisoners who have conflicts with each other resolve their problems once and for all in a more fair and open manner.
When Feng Mu treats friends, he pays attention to sincerity for sincerity, and will not deceive or conceal. When he saw that Wang Cong did not understand, he explained in a different way:
"I think, as a Prison guards, we should care for every item and every inch of space in the prison just like we care for our own home.”
"Especially for prisoners, we should give double care and protection. Although they have made mistakes, they are also our most precious wealth in this big family."
"As prison guards, we We should not kill them, but educate and guide them to help them achieve their goals again. The value of self."
Wang Cong's mouth opened wide. He increasingly didn't understand what Feng Mu was talking about. He just felt that the pattern and tone of Feng Mu's speech at this moment did not look like an ordinary prison guard at all. It's a bit like the speeches on TV when those congressmen canvassing votes, full of the brilliance of justice and humanity.
Wang Cong shook his head, which was a little dizzy, and looked at Feng Mu with an unclear expression. He didn’t know whether he was mocking or admiring: "Feng Mu, you should not be a prison guard, you should be the warden."< br>
Feng Mu’s expression remained unchanged and he said warmly: “Well, I will seriously consider your suggestion.”
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ps: Tian Cong has changed his name to Wang Cong, for fear that everyone will confuse him with Tian Tao~
(End of this chapter)