Chapter 205 It’s not who dies first, but who dies and who lives?
It’s not Prison Guard Feng. Don’t suddenly stop talking. If you don’t talk, we will panic!
All the prisoners looked at Feng Mu eagerly, feeling that their bodies were constantly being glued and pieced together overlapping with the corpses in the latter's hands.
Feng Mu was also very embarrassed. They all called him a good person, but he really couldn't bear to tell the truth that hurt them.
"Prison Officer Feng, if you don't speak, are you acquiescing?" A prisoner asked unwillingly.
Feng Mu glued the last piece together before looking at the person who asked the question. The prisoner's face looked even paler than the corpse in his hand.
He couldn't bear to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, you may not die soon. It depends on how much balance is left in your account."
Feng Mu paused. Asked: "So, do you still have a lot of balance in your prison account?"
The prisoner shook his head stiffly.
Feng Mu: "Then you may have to find a way to transfer some money into your account, or find relatives outside to save more for you. This would be better."
The prisoner's face was as pale as paper, and he said miserably: "We just collected it last week, and we collected it again this week, and we collected double the money. If this continues, when will the end be enough?"
The prisoner next to him replaced Feng Mu. He replied: "It will be over when we are completely squeezed dry and beaten to death like Hou Laosan."
The atmosphere in the cell was so heavy and suffocating, as if even the air was solidified. .
Feng Mu felt that the heat was almost rising, so he forced a forced smile on his face and said:
"Don't be too desperate. Maybe, after a while, the prison policy will change." Will things change? You still have to have hope in life.”
The prisoner who told the truth seemed to have little money in his account. He sneered with a broken pot and said:
"Prison Officer Feng, please stop fooling us here. We have to wait in the second prison for a long time." But I'm older than you. This second prisoner used to be famous for demanding money. Today I heard that they have implemented a [final elimination system]. This is really to peel us off and squeeze out the last drop of oil and water. There is no way to survive at all. Leave it to us.”
Feng Mu frowned slightly, then stood up and gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't lie to you. Although I am just a new prison guard, I can't help you with anything. I can only let you die with dignity, but... "
Feng Mu turned to look at Wang Cong, pushed Wang Cong in front of everyone, and said, "But, I believe he will change your harsh living environment."
Everyone. The prisoner looked at Wang Cong in shock.
Naturally, they recognized this person. He was the prison guard who had worked the most night shifts in the past six months.
The prisoners are all human beings, and they can naturally see that Wang Cong has been marginalized and bullied by his colleagues. How can they believe that such an bullied prison guard can change their current situation.
Wang Cong walked out with a slightly stiff face, took a deep breath, looked at the prisoners, imitated Feng Mu's patient and compassionate look when he spoke, and said:
"Yes, What you just said is correct, your future situation It will only get worse and worse until you are all dead."
After that, Wang Cong ignored the desperate cannibalistic looks of several prisoners and said to Feng Mu in the afternoon: "Eliminate from the bottom. The rules of making] were repeated to all the prisoners.
Although the prisoners had heard the news, they did not know everything.
At this moment, Wang Cong explained the rules of [Last Place Elimination System] one by one. Every word hit their hearts like a heavy hammer, making the prisoners' hearts sink to the bottom.
Wang Cong didn't care about the mood of the prisoners, and only followed Feng Mu's instructions, constantly stimulating the prisoners with the truest and bloodiest words.
He said: "Today is only the first day of the [last elimination system], and the prison guards are still very restrained. But when the specific rankings are announced next Monday, those prison cells at the bottom will be ranked from the top. It's going to be real madness," he added. : "And once this madness starts, if you don't want to be at the bottom, you can only get worse every time. This is an endless competition. Every week, the survival money you need to pay will double."
He finally said: "You may be able to bear it in the first week, but in the second week, you will have to pay double the survival fee. In the third week, this number will double again."
" But the money in your account will only continue to shrink until it suddenly reaches zero one day. You will all turn into piles of corpses in the end, the only difference is just a few weeks earlier or a few weeks later."
Wang Cong said, his palm slowly sliding towards the electric baton on his waist. It was felt that these prisoners were already burning with anger, and murderous intent was already gushing out from their eyes.
It seems that in the next second, the anger will overwhelm their long-tamed fear, rushing forward together to tear themselves into pieces.
Wang Cong's voice suddenly rose and he said hastily: "Unless you refuse to pay from the beginning."
At the same time, Feng Mu also walked to Wang Cong's side. His face lost its former warmth, replaced by a rare indifference and severity, and his voice was cold and solemn:
"Yes, if You want to survive, this time We must never succumb to the prison. This bad guy must, absolutely, absolutely not be allowed to open.”
The flames in the eyes of the prisoners were frozen, and they stared at Feng Mu and Wang Cong in shock. The focus is on Feng Mu's face.
Although Feng Mu kept saying that Wang Cong was the person who could change their current situation, for some reason, deep down in their hearts, they instinctively believed that Feng Mu was the more powerful and convincing person.
“What do you mean?”
"But if we don't pay, the prison guards who collect the money will beat us to death."
The prisoners in the room asked in a panic.
Feng Mu was not in a hurry, he waited patiently for the prisoners, and then said in a deep voice:
"Paying money is like cutting your flesh with a blunt knife, and you will be executed piece by piece, and there are The first person to have sex will make the others unable to hold back, and eventually they will be cut off together, which is equivalent to I don’t need to elaborate on the reason why people rush to commit suicide collectively.”
It’s hard to say whether the prisoners who can go to prison are highly educated or educated, but they have a deep understanding of human nature. Understanding, especially the "evil" side, is at least passing.
They could understand the scene described in Feng Mu's words.
Seeing that they agreed with his reasoning, Feng Mu continued: "As for if you don't pay, you may be beaten to death. This is indeed a cruel fact before you."
一The prisoners looked at Feng Mu with hope, hoping that he could come up with a solution.
Feng Mu shook his head and said in a tone as cold as the bone marrow:
“There is no way around this, because if you want to live, someone will die, but the former is To die collectively is nothing more than a matter of who dies first and who dies, and the latter is a matter of drawing lots, who dies and who lives.”
Feng Mu paused briefly, giving the prisoners some time to slowly digest the heavy meaning of his words.
When their expressions changed from shock to contemplation, he slowly spoke and continued:
"A person who does not pay money to resist being beaten to death by the prison guards will have a bad fate, but as long as he After resisting several times in a row, some people will survive, and then the rest will survive."
Feng Mu suppressed the coldness and solemnity on his face, and his eyes showed the past. With compassion and softness, his voice became low and emotional:
“To fight against the misfortune brought by fate, it is impossible not to pay any price. It is impossible to sacrifice the sacrifice of a few in exchange for the survival of the majority. Opportunity, I think this is the most just and best outcome worthy of acceptance, both for the dead and the survivors.”
(End of this chapter)