Chapter 221 Unparalleled Impression, He is the Most Mad One
After a scream, the sturdy prisoner clutched his broken arm tightly and staggered backwards.
His voice became stammering due to pain: "Why? Will your electric baton... explode?"
Feng Mu's eyes were deep and complicated, and his voice was full of pain. With an elusive meaning: "Yes, I also want to know, why is this?"
He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and depth in his tone:
"If you hadn't touched my electric baton without authorization, maybe I would have pulled out the electric baton myself in an emergency. Then, I might have been the one with half of my arm blown off."
The sturdy prisoner stared at Feng Mu, with annoyance and regret hatching in his chest like countless snake eggs, and then gnawing at his soul crazily.
He hated it, hated himself for having to touch other people's things.
Obviously, my mother taught me this truth since I was a child!
[Your teachings are like blood-stained truth, deeply shocking a person's soul, and your inner strength has gained an eternal slight increase of +0.01! ]
A line of prompt subtitles flashed in front of Feng Mu's retina. He smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, and his tone was sincere and deep:
"So, I should thank you, thank you for taking my place. I endured the pain that should have been mine."
Feng Mu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it hard, and the air seemed to tremble and make a buzzing sound.
The strong prisoner's face suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but only heard a crackling sound from his throat. His whole body was forcibly pulled off the ground, and blood surged from his mouth and nostrils.
Feng Mu flicked it casually, and the limp body flew out like rags and hit the wall heavily.
The head was like a ripe watermelon. It made a dull "pong" sound and then exploded. Red pieces of flesh and white liquid splashed everywhere, dotting the surrounding area with spots of color.
[You impressed him unparalleled once again, and your strength permanently increased by 0.01! ]
Looking at the reminder flashing across his retina, Feng Mu’s eyes lit up.
He really didn't expect that a person could be impressed twice, once about theory and once about physics. It was quite scientific.
Feng Mu licked his moist lips, his face became gentler and happier. His eyes slowly swept across the faces of other prisoners, with an undoubted seriousness and sincerity in his tone:
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"I am the most fair person. He helped me bear the pain that should have been mine, so in order to repay him, I also relieved his pain. You should be able to understand and agree with my approach, right?"
The prisoners trembled involuntarily, their eyes wandering as they looked at the terrifying scenes of thick ink on the ground, walls, ceilings, and incinerators.
Then, they focused on the strange smiling face standing in the blood, which was strangely not stained with any blood, looked unusually clean and gentle, and spoke softly.
The two pictures were abnormally inconsistent and separated, but they merged together amazingly, making their hair stand on end and raising goosebumps all over their bodies.
"We must have been crazy before, so we always regarded the new prison guard Feng as the kindest person in the second prison. In fact..."
All the prisoners called the police frantically with a clear understanding in their hearts,
"Prison Officer Feng is the most terrifying one!"
Other prison guards are superficially cruel at best, but Prison Officer Feng is The madness hidden in the bones.
Wang Jiaoqiang resisted the numbness of his scalp and said tremblingly: "Yes, what you said, Prison Guard Feng, makes sense. We all understand and recognize your fairness."
Other prisoners He echoed tremblingly: "Yes, yes, prison guard Feng is right."
Feng Mu waited deliberately for three seconds, but no prompt appeared on his retina. He frowned slightly and sighed sadly:
"You are lying!"
Feng Mu suddenly Raising their arms, several prisoners immediately fled in panic, but in this cramped space, decorated with several corpses, there was no room on the ground to dodge.
What’s more, the door was locked from the inside. The sound of watermelon juice splashing came one after another, following Wang Jiao like a shadow.
He didn't dare to look back, for fear that his legs would completely weaken at the first glance.
His adrenaline surged, and his blood boiled. His survival instinct urged him to rush forward like crazy, but he felt that warm liquid and broken objects were constantly sticking to his back and head. .
The toothbrush in Wang Jiao's hand had been thrown to the ground at some point. He stood at the door with his eyes wide open, as if his soul was scared out of his mind. Chen Ya, who was motionless, roared:
"Head of the cell, open the door, open the door, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but..."
The frightened screams pierced the silence like sharp blades, penetrating the thick iron door of the incineration room, echoing in the In the cold exterior corridor.
The faces of several prison guards who were standing outside, showing no effort at work, and pretending to hit the door lightly, changed slightly at this moment, and they looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes.
Wang Cong ran over quickly. When he heard the frightening cry from inside the door, he couldn't help but pause slightly.
Due to the obstruction of the heavy iron door, the sound was not very clear and it was difficult to identify the specific words, but the sharp and almost deformed tone was enough to make people feel the panic and despair contained in it.
"Is it Feng Mu's voice? It seems a little bit different, but the screams of people before death are a bit distorted, which is normal."
Wang Cong hurriedly pulled away from the front The prison guard roared with a red face and thick neck: "What's going on? Where is the key?"
The prison guard replied in a deep voice: "I saw from the surveillance camera that the door of the incineration room was locked from the inside, and I realized something was wrong and rushed over. Feng Mu and several prisoners were locked inside."
After speaking, the prison guard stepped aside and said: "There The prisoner inside didn't know what method he used to jam the lock, and my key was broken."
Wang Cong stared and saw a broken key inserted in the lock cylinder. The broken parts of the metal shone with a cold sheen.
Wang Cong roared angrily and slammed into the iron door with all his strength, making a loud clang.
The iron door did not move at all, but Wang Cong was thrown to the ground due to the force of the shock, and half of his bones were numb.
Although there was an element of performance in Wang Cong's actions, the shock in his heart at this moment was real.
He was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and he was full of confusion:
“No, the door of the incineration room is too hard, it is almost catching up with the outermost door of the prison. It’s a tall wall and a huge door, but what about this? Is it necessary? The cremation room is for burning corpses, so it’s better to prevent corpses from crawling out of it."
Wang Cong got up again with difficulty, gritted his teeth and hit the iron door again and again, making a loud clang in the corridor. echoed in.
The eyes of several prison guards around him changed when they looked at Wang Cong, and then they began to bang on the iron gate together in silence.
Qin Liang, the forensic doctor, rushed over panting. Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, the blood in his veins became even colder.
"Feng Mu, hold on, I'm here to save you." Wang Cong roared heart-breakingly through the door, with so much emotion that it really made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.
Wang Jiao looked at the door that was starting to shake a little. Hearing the chaotic roars outside, his eyes showed the hope of escaping.
The next second, Wang Jiao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Because he saw cell leader Chen Ya slowly turning sideways. In the lock cylinder behind him, there was a slender silver needle, which was inserted into the center of the lock cylinder with incomparable precision like a scalpel... ….
(End of this chapter)