Chapter 220 It is dangerous to tamper with other people's things
The corpse next door is moved next door, which belongs to the prison proximity law.
Feng Mu calmly directed Chen Ya, Wang Jiao and other prisoners to carefully break up the scattered corpses, collect them bit by bit, and piece them together. The body was moved to the cremation room.
This journey was very short, but it seemed to be extremely long. It was so long that Wang Jiao and other prisoners felt that they had walked through a long life, with obvious anxiety and impatience on their faces.
Feng Mu saw all their expressions in his eyes and didn't say much.
Pushing open the door of the incineration room, a heat wave hit their faces. The prisoners were sweating profusely. The blood in their bodies was fumigated by the heat wave, causing their eyes to gradually turn bloody, and the blood vessels on their faces to bulge and become ferocious.
As the last corpse was thrown into the incinerator, Feng Mu sighed slightly, looked around the circle of prisoners, and apologized gently: "Their deaths were ultimately due to my negligence, so, Will you blame me? "
Chen Ya had quietly walked around to the door, gently pulled the heavy iron door shut and locked it from the inside.
Seeing that Feng Mu seemed unaware and still immersed in feelings of guilt and self-blame for losing the prisoner, the prisoners looked at each other cryptically.
Then they said almost in unison: "Prison Officer Feng, you are a good person, we don't blame you!"
Chi!
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was heard, and an unusually sharp toothbrush suddenly enlarged in Feng Mu's eyes.
The cold white toothbrush was held in the back by the tall and thin prisoner, and the bristles at the back end of the brush were shaking violently. Feng Mu saw with calm eyes that the green veins on the arm holding the toothbrush were bulging.
The tall and thin prisoner suddenly jumped up and let out a hoarse roar at the same time: "So, don't blame us."
At the same time, two sturdy prisoners next to him They also got angry. One person on the left and the other on the right opened his arms and locked Feng Mu's waist tightly. The other person quickly took action and quickly grabbed the electric baton around Feng Mu's waist.
Their eyes were equally crazy and ferocious, and they roared like beasts: "We just want to live..."
Wang Jiao and the remaining prisoners who were slow to react, He also hurriedly followed.
Their palms spread out quickly, covered with sweat, and they tightly grasped the toothbrush that had slipped from their sleeves. They let out irregular but hoarse roars.
"Well, I don't blame you."
A group of chaotic and crazy roars were mixed into a cool and calm voice, like a pot of boiling fire oil, A basin of ice water was poured in, instantly causing an explosion of smoke.
No, it's not smoke, it's a black-red rain of blood, like the most violent rainstorm in autumn, pouring down, splashing and splashing, mercilessly covering everyone's hair, face and neck.
The wet and hot liquid, with the temperature of life and the cruelty of the end, made everyone present freeze instantly, frozen in place like a sculpture.
Their eyes seemed to be frozen by a remote control, terrified and unable to move away, staring straight at the tall and thin corpse in front of them.
The head of the corpse had exploded and disappeared, leaving only a neck as big as a bowl, exposed to the air, and blood shot out like a waterfall, bathing them.
The arm of the headless corpse is still held up stiffly, and the bloody toothbrush in his hand is hovering a finger away from the calm and dull eyes, but it is like a chasm, unable to penetrate any further. Even a centimeter.
"If you want to live, you must be prepared to die. This is how I got through it."
Feng Mu whispered softly, his voice revealing a calmness and understanding that had gone through many vicissitudes of life,
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"So I completely understand you." Feng Mu slowly released his fingers, and tiny bone fragments and blood flowed intertwined. His expression remained calm, and his smile still held the usual gentleness and understanding. Satisfactory.
While he was speaking, he waved his arm slightly.
Before the strong prisoner hugging him could react, he felt as if he was hit by an invisible bulldozer. His entire body instantly lost its balance and flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.
With a loud noise, his body suddenly hit the incinerator hatch behind him.
The hatch of the incinerator shook violently under the impact, and even dented an obvious pit.
The prisoner slowly slid to the ground in an extremely weird posture. His chest was completely flat, as if he had turned into a bright red paper figure.
The faces of Wang Jiao and other prisoners turned pale as paper in an instant, and their heartbeats accelerated to the extreme, as if they were about to break free from their chests and go straight to their throats.
They were extremely frightened, their eyes fixed on Feng Mu's face that always had a gentle smile, but they could not feel any of the warmth and comfort of the past, and were replaced by an unfathomable chill.
The eyes behind the smile hid endless darkness and coldness, making them feel the trembling from their souls.
In the past, they felt that Prison Guard Feng looked like a good person, like a beam of light in the darkness. Now, they felt that Prison Guard Feng looked like a monster in human skin. Even the hot air around him in the incineration room was like a monster. It was cooled down, like an abyss, swallowing up all the light and heat.
"Sorry, I scared you. I can't control my strength very well, but don't worry, I will put your bodies together piece by piece later." Feng Mu He said apologetically.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-go to hell-”
The sturdy prisoner screamed strangely, his face was distorted, and his eyes were full of madness and despair.
He suddenly grabbed the electric baton at Feng Mu's waist, pulled it out hard, raised it high, and swung it down with his trembling arm while pushing the voltage switch with his thumb.
Feng Mu took half a step back, with a strong tone of admonishment: "Didn't your mother teach you when you were a child not to touch other people's things?"
"What?" The strong prisoner felt severe pain in his shoulder, and the electric arc crackled like a dancing silver snake.
Then, a thick arm rotated and hit the wall next to it, leaving scorched black marks on the white wall.
The baton that exploded from the middle broke into two pieces and hit the ground, still crackling with arcs of electricity. A smell of burnt meat filled the small room, stimulating everyone's sense of smell.
The strong prisoner let out a shrill howl of pain. His other hand tightly covered the gap in the carbon-black arm. The wound was scorched and curled, which was shocking. The good news was that the bleeding had stopped.
He could not see the miserable state of his side face, but the prisoner Wang Jiao and others next to him could see it clearly.
The right side of his face was pitted, with black and red skin intertwined, and blood slowly seeping out from the wound, forming a horrific scene.
His right ear is almost gone, only half of it is left, hanging precariously on only a thin layer of skin.
The remaining half of Feng Mu's sentence reminded him belatedly: "It is very dangerous to mess with other people's things!"
(End of this chapter)