Chapter 217 Begins
Feng Mu nodded without explaining: "Yes."
Tian Tao's anger seemed to be aroused by this sentence, and he laughed in anger, There was a hint of ferocity in the voice:
“Have I warned you that you must collect every penny and not drag down the entire team?”
Feng Mu’s expression remained calm and he nodded again: “Yes. .”
Tian Tao's brows furrowed and veins popped out on his forehead. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Mu's collar and pulled hard.
A harsh tearing sound sounded, and a corner of Feng Mu's collar was roughly torn. However, his body stood still as if it were nailed into the floor, without moving at all.
Tian Tao's movements suddenly stopped, his face turned livid, and after taking a deep breath, his voice became cold and forbidding:
"Feng Mu, you think you don't Collect money from prisoners, will they be grateful to you?"
Tian Tao sarcastically said without waiting for Feng Mu to answer:
"No, these wild dogs will not be grateful to you. They will only smell the disgusting smell of weakness on your body, and then they will pounce on you and gnaw your bones."
Feng Mu's expression remains the same. Calmly and sincerely replied: "I know, so I never expected them to really appreciate me!"
Tian Tao no more He pointed to the door coldly, his voice chilling to the bone: "I'm waiting for that day, waiting to see you torn apart by them, even to the bones. I hope you won't regret it by then. . ”
Feng Mu calmly walked out the door, walking slowly and calmly and elegantly, even closing the door politely.
Although the captain's attitude was very rude, Feng Mu's attitude was always gentle and consistent. He almost achieved the ultimate in treating others with courtesy.
As the crack in the door slowly closed, Feng Mu and Tian Tao's eyes met in the air for a moment.
Tian Tao looked at Feng Mu as if he was looking at a dead person, and threw the torn strip of cloth in his hand into the trash can. He mocked in his heart: "You naive and stupid guy, I'll wait to collect your body."
Feng Mu's face remained gentle, but there was a strange blood line hidden in his eyes, looming, as if he had foreseen in advance that the blood strip on Tian Tao's head had silently melted into a gray color.
When Feng Mu returned to the duty room, there was no one in the room.
He walked to the locker, opened the door gently, took out the thermos bucket placed outside, placed it gently on the table, and then unscrewed the lid.
Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and a shocking line of handwriting appeared in his eyes - "Second addition of spoiled food (17/20)".
His face did not show much surprise, he just sighed softly and took out a special plastic bag from his pocket.
The plastic bag is a specially made bag from "Hongya's Workshop". It is very airtight. It was originally used to hold some broken limbs. Now it was used by Feng Mu to hold leftovers. It can be regarded as overkill.
He carefully put the leftover food into a bag, tied the mouth of the bag tightly, then gently threw it into the washbasin under the bed, and then pushed it to the deepest part of the wall.
Feng Mu stood up, carried the thermos bucket out of the door, turned into the dining hall, and put the thermos bucket and a pile of food bowls and plates together. Special prisoners will collect them later. Take it and wash it clean.
That's the good thing about prisoners, as long as you are willing to give them a chance to work, they can do anything.
Although Feng Mu looked down upon the second prison's efficiency in utilizing prisoners. He felt that these methods were too primitive and crude, he still admired the second prison's meticulous use of the prisoners in daily life.
Wash clothes, make clothes, make furniture, wash dishes, wash vegetables, mop the floor, scrub toilets, etc.
It can be said that any prisoner in the second prison who is released will definitely be a hard-working and multi-talented person.
Especially for labor in the cleaning and housekeeping market, it can cause a devastating blow and knock the price of the entire market to the floor.
While Wang Cong was dining, his eyes drifted to the door from time to time, as if waiting for something.
When Feng Mu's figure carrying a thermos bucket appeared in sight, he walked over calmly and threw the lunch box in his hand into the rinsing pool.
"Have you finished eating?" Wang Cong asked casually, with a hint of relaxation in his tone.
Feng Mu responded equally casually: "Well, I'm done eating."
Wang Cong nodded, walked out the door and said:
"It's finally Monday. I don't have to work the night shift tonight. I can go home and have a good sleep. What about you, can you still hold on?"
Feng Mu moved his shoulders lightly and massaged them. He held his stiff cheeks and showed a tired but determined expression:
“It’s okay, I’m still I can handle it. I'm particularly good at staying up late." Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu's struggling look and sighed: "Who is really good at staying up late? A tough person will be exhausted even after staying up for a few nights, not to mention you are not tough.”
Feng Mu was very cooperative and gently rubbed his temples. How did Wang Cong know that if Feng Mu's skull had not seriously exceeded the standard of iron content, or the force on his fingers that he could sometimes control and sometimes couldn't control, his temples would have been damaged a long time ago. It's flattened.
Feng Mu met Wang Cong's concerned eyes, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Captain Wang Cong, let me tell you a secret, I am really made of iron."
Wang Cong's heart skipped a beat. , ears were quietly perked up at first, but after hearing this, they drooped back and curled their lips in disapproval.
Wang Cong walked to the bathroom door, habitually took off the electric baton from his waist, handed it to Feng Mu, and then entered the toilet partition to drain the water.
He stood in front of the mirror, washing his hands carefully, and at the same time secretly glanced at Feng Mu standing at the door through the mirror, who seemed to be unaware and waited quietly.
Wang Cong took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the water droplets on his hands, not sparing every corner, until his hands were completely dry.
He then walked out of the bathroom, took back his electric baton, and then naturally took the one in Feng Mu's hand. The two electric batons are identical in appearance, but only Wang Cong knows the difference.
Feng Mu walked into the partition room and gently closed the door.
Wang Cong's eyes stayed on the door for three seconds, then turned around, facing away from the surveillance probe at the end of the corridor, and quietly switched the electric batons in his left and right hands.
The sound of toilet flushing came from the bathroom
Feng Mu looked in the mirror and washed his hands, then turned and walked towards the door. Wang Cong had thoughtfully handed over a tissue.
"Wipe your hands." Wang Cong's voice was gentle and friendly
"Thank you." Feng Mu responded, his smile polite and gentle.
He took the tissue and gently wiped each finger until there was no trace of water. Then he took the electric baton from Wang Cong and slung it casually around his waist.
Wang Cong stood at the door of the corridor, lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke rings, and asked Feng Mu:
"By the way, I have always forgotten to ask you, how is your family situation? Do you have any brothers and sisters?"
Feng Mu replied calmly:
"Yes, I have a child who is My sister is in high school. She is a genius. The whole family has high hopes for her and believes that she will have a bright future. Ming's future."
"My father is the chief of the police station. He was injured on the job recently and has been in the hospital for a while, but he should be discharged soon."
" As for my mother, she is a woman with no independent opinions, which is pitiful.”
Wang Cong listened carefully and took all this information to heart. He took a deep breath from the cigarette butt and said with emotion:
"It doesn't sound easy. Hey, Feng Mu, you taught me. I have a lot. If I have a chance in the future, I must visit and thank my uncle and aunt."
Hearing this, Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong meaningfully and felt cold. Laughing again and again:
"Are you trying to use this method to resolve the guilt and betrayal guilt in your heart? It's really making people laugh."
His face remained calm. , said calmly: "That's no need. It's enough for Captain Wang Cong to thank me in the future. I will be filial and take care of my family."
"That's right!" Wang Cong extinguished the cigarette butt, threw it casually on the ground, and then stepped on it several times with the sole of his shoe to ensure that the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.
This scene was clearly recorded by the surveillance camera in the corridor.
Tian Tao stood in the control room, watching the screen, and received the signal transmitted by Wang Cong.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the division chief Chang Wei: "Everything is ready, please give instructions!"
(End of this chapter)