Chapter 223 Is the script wrong? All dead? ! !
"Feng Mu, I'm here..."
As soon as the door opened, hoarse and anxious cries rushed through the door, and then Wang Cong stumbled in. In his arms.
Wang Cong raised his head suddenly, his body instinctively retreated, and broke away from the warm embrace.
His expression control was out of control, the muscles of his facial features froze instantly, and the tears that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes could no longer be held back, and burst out from his eyes like a flood that burst a dam:
"Feng Mu, you, you, you, you didn't..."
His words were blocked in his throat and he could not continue. He just stared at Feng Mu blankly, with a twisted expression in his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.
Feng Mu didn't seem to notice Wang Cong's strangeness. He still maintained his gentle smile and his voice was calm and powerful: "Well, I'm not dead, so why are you crying?"
< br>Wang Cong avoided Feng Mu's eyes with a guilty conscience and looked around.
The incineration room that caught his eye seemed to have been scrawled with a black and red brush. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all splashed with horrific colors.
Those colors seemed to be given life, drawing pieces of still but warm images. They were presented in various weird and twisted postures. Some were lying on their stomachs, some lying on their backs, and some reclining. Each image was full of emotions. Tells the silent horror.
The warm image that bore the brunt was a corpse lying on the ground, its neck was broken, but its face was vividly frozen with the fear of life.
"Chen Ya, the cell leader of cell 211."
A name came to Wang Cong's mind, and he glanced away again, looking at the heads or headless ones. The mutilated corpse was counting the numbers subconsciously in his heart.
“One, two, three,...eight, nine, a total of nine corpses, all dead.”
Wang Cong's eyes wandered back and forth among the corpses on the ground. His pupils suddenly closed, and his eyes suddenly focused on the corpse whose right arm and even cheeks were burnt, as if attracted by a magnet.
Then, his eyes involuntarily slid to the side of the body, where there was an electric baton that exploded from it and broke into two pieces.
Feng Mu seemed to sense Wang Cong's uneasiness. He stepped forward lightly, bent down and picked up the broken electric baton.
His movements were gentle and calm. Then, he turned to Wang Cong, with a considerate smile, and slowly explained:
"This electric baton suddenly happened while in use. It exploded. Fortunately, the prisoner snatched it in time, otherwise..."
Feng Mu did not continue to describe the possible terrible consequences, but gently patted Wang Cong's stiff shoulder, with a hint of happiness and emotion in his tone:
"I'm so lucky, it feels like It's like the gods are secretly paying attention to me, what do you think?"
Wang Cong's throat rolled and he swallowed hard. His reaction seemed a little slow, and he could only utter a vague " Hmm" word.
His mind was very confused, both because Feng Mu was not dead and why Feng Mu was not dead?
It can be attributed to luck that the electric baton did not blow off his arm.
So why the hallucinogen in the thermos bucket also failed to work? The reason behind this cannot be attributed to luck.
Which link did the problem go wrong? Was it because his plan was not thorough enough, because the medicine had expired, or because Feng Mu had a special physique that could not absorb it, or because he had "hallucinations" and forcibly killed all the prisoners?
Or maybe he didn't eat the food in the thermos bucket at all, but I clearly saw that the thermos bucket was empty. The reason behind this is very scary to think about.
All kinds of uncertainties that he couldn't understand made Wang Cong's heart turn upside down, and his brain boiled into a pot of porridge.
“So, does Feng Mu know now that I drugged his rice and manipulated his electric baton?”
"Does he really know nothing, or has he already seen everything and is just acting with me?"
Wang Cong was so confused that his eyes once again fell on the messy and bloody scene in front of him. I was so panicked that I wanted to die.
The temperature in the incineration room was already unbearably high. At this moment, his clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.
"Wipe your sweat." Feng Mu took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed them to Wang Cong generously.
The latter sweated so much that a pack of paper wasn't enough for him to wipe it with.
Wang Cong subconsciously took the tissue and raised his head to meet Feng Mu's clean smiling face without a drop of blood. Their eyes met. The latter's eyes were still calm and gentle.
Just like yesterday, just like the day before yesterday, just like the first time we met.
However, Wang Cong's heart has undergone earth-shaking changes. He did not feel a trace of warmth. On the contrary, he only felt that the gentler the face was, the more gloomy he felt.
Although the surrounding air is so hot that it can almost steam people, there are waves of cold current flowing upstream on the soles of Wang Cong's feet, as if there is a cold corpse, using its cold palms to move along the Slowly climb up his trouser legs, slide across his thighs, pass over his spine, until it touches his Tianling Cap.
"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Cong's body shivered involuntarily. He quickly took out a tissue, lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously.
The strange thing is that the more Wang Cong wipes, the more sweat drips from his forehead. No matter how hard he wipes, he can't wipe it clean.
The prison guards who walked in one after another looked at the tragic situation in the crematorium. Even their hands were stained with blood. They were used to seeing mutilated bodies, and their expressions changed slightly at this moment.
Without him, Feng Mu's clothes and face were too clean, and his expression was too calm and gentle. It would be easy for people to mistakenly think that Feng Mu had just walked in from the outside with them.
But in fact, the bloody painting now was clearly drawn by him.
The prison guards looked at Feng Mu in a different way. Their eyes were filled with surprise, confusion, and even a hint of imperceptible awe.
Feng Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the changes in his eyes, and then showed his usual gentle smile to everyone.
"Please be careful where you step, don't step on the body. After Qin's medical examiner performs the autopsy, please help us carry it into the furnace and burn it completely."
Feng Mu Looking around at everyone present, he bowed slightly, showing good manners and courtesy,
"I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone."
All the prison guards nodded with different expressions, and then looked at each other quietly, their eyes seeming to say - who is it that is spreading rumors, slandering the new prison guard as a gentle and polite weakling?
Well, he is indeed very gentle and courteous, but he is not soft at all!
After making a half-bow, Feng Mu walked towards the stunned Qin Liang and said warmly:
"I'm sorry for adding to the workload of Forensic Doctor Qin. I feel very sorry in my heart, but I still want to invite Forensic Doctor Qin. Be sure to give them a nice report, etc. After I leave the prison, I will definitely treat Medical Examiner Qin to a meal to express my gratitude.”
Qin Liang opened his mouth, and two scenes flashed back in his mind. One was Qian Huan’s earnest words in the warden’s office just now. Entrustment, one was the warning he gave when he first met Feng Mu.
"Warden Qian told me to act this scene as realistically as possible. Yes, I have already thought about how to act it. However, Feng Mu is not dead at all. The script given by the warden is completely wrong. What should I do? Acting?”
“Also, what did I warn Feng Mu before? Yes, I Thinking back on it, I warned him that there are no good people in the second prison and he can’t trust anyone. I also promised that if he dies, I will issue him a beautiful report? "
Qin Liang realized that he He was going to break his promise, and he was breaking his promise twice at once. He looked at Feng Mu with tears in his eyes.
“I spent my whole life looking at corpses in prison, but I can’t even see the living people. It seems like I should retire.” Qin Liang was extremely anxious.
When he looked at Feng Mu at this moment, he felt that the other person was a butcher standing in a bloody slaughterhouse. It was just that the other butchers were all bloody, but Feng Mu was standing in the corner with clean clothes. People inadvertently ignored the boning knife hidden in his sleeve.
"Okay, no problem. The autopsy is my duty, but eating is not necessary."
Qin Liang touched the cold sweat on his bald forehead, bared his black teeth and refused Feng Mu's kindness. Feng Mu smiled nonchalantly.
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