Chapter 227 Everything is dirty and black
The crazy laughter echoed in the room, like a crow howling, full of twisted joy and pain.
Tian Tao's movement of picking up the rotten meat suddenly froze. He watched resentfully as Wang Cong knocked away two frightened prison guards and stumbled towards the corridor.
"What are you doing standing there, go call the prison doctor!"
Tian Tao carefully held a few pieces of chewed rotten meat in his hands and shouted at the two prison guards in a vague voice. Roaring.
The two prison guards were stunned for a moment before realizing that Tian Tao was not talking about forensic doctor Qin Liang, but the medical staff in the prison.
They almost forgot that the second prison is also equipped with a prison doctor, because very few people usually use it.
The two ran away quickly and came back after a long time, followed by a 200-pound prison doctor.
No way, the work in the second prison is too leisurely. The prisoners and guards here are basically not sick from birth to death, which is very worry-free.
Since being transferred to the second prison, the prison doctor has rarely visited the clinic a few times throughout the year. Day after day, he only eats and sleeps. It is difficult for a simple-minded person not to gain weight.
Tian Tao stared at the prison doctor, carefully spread out his palm, and asked: "Can you recover?"
The prison doctor covered his eyes in disgust and said irritably: "Eh, it's disgusting, take it quickly. Go.”
< br>Tian Tao's face trembled with anger, and he asked without giving up: "Can I sew it up?"
The prison doctor shook his head unceremoniously, then took out alcohol gauze and hemostatic spray, and roughly applied Tian Tao greeted on his face.
His movements were rough and fast. Within two or three minutes, Tian Tao's entire face was wrapped in a mummy shape.
"You can stay in the prison to sleep tonight. I will also stay in the prison tonight. If you get inflammation and pus, call me." After saying this, the prison doctor turned around and left with a heavy step.
Tian Tao clenched his fist tightly with one hand. The rotten meat in his hand was turned into juice by him, and then he squeezed it into the cup and stuffed it into his throat with hatred.
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Wang Cong staggered across the corridor, trotted all the way to the bathroom, washed his face in a hurry, and tidied up his appearance a little.
Then, he hurried to the warden's office, but was stopped by the prison guard from the security department in front of the laser tunnel leading to the office.
The prison guard blocking the road looked at Wang Cong with contempt, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Warden Qian, I don't have time to see you today, go back."
Wang Cong's heart suddenly sank. At this time, he looked up and saw Qian Huan walking out of the office.
He called out hurriedly, but Qian Huan just turned his head slightly, glanced at him sideways, and then withdrew his indifferent eyes like discarded shoes.
The prison guard blocking the road sneered and said: "Wang Cong, I'm not talking about you. Do you know the rules? The warden has to deal with many things every day. You are a small prison guard. If you want to see the warden, you have to report it in advance. . ”
Wang Cong could no longer hear any words from the prison guard, and there seemed to be an angry lava gushing violently in his chest.
Just now, when he was beaten by Tian Tao, he didn't feel as angry as he did now.
Wang Cong turned around, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his face was livid, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged with anger, making him look hideous and terrifying.
He really couldn’t figure out why?
When the warden heard that he had surrendered that day, he was still admiring his pleasant appearance. Why did his face suddenly change today, and he felt dirty even if he looked at him more than once?
"Is it just because Feng Mu is not dead?! I am dirty, but warden, are you clean?"
Wang Cong really couldn't understand the twists and turns. Although he had turned a little dark, he was still an inconspicuous little person. Even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't imagine how dirty the intestines of a big shot could be. dirty.
That is a darkness 100 times darker than him, and even dirtier! Wang Cong wanted to rush over desperately, but the flashing red light on the top of the laser tunnel extinguished his anger. Then, the buzzing vibration in his pants pocket brought him back to reality from his violent imagination.
Wang Cong took out his cell phone blankly and opened the text message blankly.
——Your bank account has been credited with 413,000, and the payment description is: house mortgage.
Wang Cong's eyes were dull for a moment, and then, as if he thought of something, he quickly called the bank to inquire.
A cold female voice came from the phone: Hello sir, the house is mortgaged by Ms. Liu Xiujuan in our bank, and your name is on the remittance account.
Wang Cong's ears were ringing, and his mind was filled with his mother's last phone call with him.
"It's okay, son. Your father won't blame you, and your mother won't blame you either. It's because your parents are incompetent. They have been working around for a lifetime. In the end, they are just low-level citizens and can't help you. But your parents will never hold you back.”
“Son, just feel free to climb up and don’t worry about anything. As long as you can change your destiny, your mother will be happy, even if your father is dead. I will rest in peace ”
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Mom will go to the hospital to see your dad one last time. You work well in prison. If the money is not enough, tell mom. Mom will sell the house and sell the money to get the money for you. Come out."
"Okay, my son has been the most filial since he was a child. Mom believes in you. Mom is waiting for that day. When the time comes, mom and your dad will be together. Buried together, I feel happy just thinking about it."
Wang Cong stood there in despair, suddenly turned around and ran away nervously, repeating as he ran: "Hospital, hospital, 24 hours a day. !”
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On the street diagonally opposite the entrance of the Fourth Hospital.
A dozen prison guards who changed into civilian clothes slowly walked into a restaurant facing the street.
Suddenly, Deng Wei pointed sharply at the opposite side and said uncertainly: "Hey, do you think that's Wang Cong at the door of the hospital?"
Several prison guards looked at each other in unison. Turning his head and looking over there, he saw a figure running in a hurry. Although the back was blurry, the uniform was the iconic look of a prison guard.
Qin Liang's pupils shrank, he glanced at Feng Mu, and asked with a smile: "Don't you call me Wang Cong when eating? Feng Mu, I remember that you two were closest to each other in the second prison, right?"
< br>Feng Mu withdrew his gaze towards the hospital, a complex emotion flashed across his face::
"I thought I was very close to him, but he may not think of me that way. Hey, forget it, let's not call him, let's eat by ourselves."
Qin Liang just mentioned it and didn't ask any more questions. , a group of people followed Feng Mu into the private room in the back room on the second floor.
At the same time, Wang Cong stood in the morgue of the hospital. There was a corpse he had never seen lying in the cabinet in front of him. He completely collapsed.
With wide eyes, he shouted angrily at the female nurse next to him: "Where is my mother? Where is she? Where is she?"
The female nurse looked like a cannibal when facing Wang Cong. His eyes looked extremely calm, and there was no fluctuation in his tone:
"Sir, you are too late. Your mother's body has been sent to the incineration plant three hours ago."
Wang Cong gasped, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms.
The female nurse still had that professional smile on her face, and while checking the records on the tablet, she asked calmly:
"However, your father is still receiving treatment in our hospital. . Excuse me, do you need to go through the discharge procedures for him now?”
(End of this chapter)