Chapter 261 The truth of the world is
It is difficult to find evidence of other people's crimes, but it is much easier to help others kill people.
Killing is easier than solving a crime. There is nothing wrong with this logic.
Zhao Xing was horrified and lost his voice: "100 prison guards?"
Zhou Fu's expression changed with shock: "Help Qian Huan kill?"
Lou Duan took the two people's frightened faces into his eyes. He looked at them condescendingly, with a cold and forbidding light flashing in his eyes:
"I asked you to deal with Qian Huan, but you couldn't handle it. I asked you to look for evidence of his crime, but you couldn't find it. Then you would have to help him turn over the table, wouldn't you?"
Zhao Xing originally came to Lou Duan to ask for help and advice, and now he got the advice as he wished, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart, only feeling cold all over his body.
If he were asked to kill 100 prisoners, he might not blink an eye, but 100 prison guards, what is the concept?
Put in the entire second prison, this is equivalent to 1/4 of the total number of prison guards. If placed in the death row area under his jurisdiction, this is equivalent to the entire prison area being wiped out by the group.
Zhou Feng's scalp was also numb. Even though he had always looked down upon human life, the number of 100 prison guards also frightened him.
These people are not cold numbers on the prisoner list. They are nameless and can be sent to the burning garbage in the incineration room with just a tick of his pen.
Of the 100 prison guards, even if they were randomly selected, he should be able to name most of them, even remember their faces, and have talked and eaten together.
The most important thing is that they can't erase the traces with a stroke of a pen and burn them cleanly in the incinerator. There are family members of the prison behind them.
The high wall of the prison can block the family members of the prisoners, and any autopsy report can send them away, but the family members of the dead prison guards know with their brains that it is definitely not something that can be stopped by a high wall.
Zhou Xi just wanted to kill a new prison guard before, but he had to plan it carefully. 100?
Zhou Fu was horrified. He finally understood why he was just a small prison chief, while Lou Duan was able to secure the third position in the prison system.
The difference in the middle is probably the difference between 1 and 100.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Lou Duan sneered and said:
"Why, can't you even handle the simplest thing like killing people now?"
Zhao Xing swallowed hard and said in fear:
"No, I just think 100 prison guards are a little too much?"
The corner of Lou Duan's mouth curved into a stern arc, and he said sarcastically:
"Is it a lot? It may be called a lot in your eyes, but believe me, this number is not much at all. In the eyes of the members of the ruling government who are used to seeing report numbers, this number is just enough for them to blink their eyes."
Zhao Xing opened his mouth, thinking of his usual indifference in checking the death toll of prisoners, and was unable to refute.
Lou Duan added: "If you don't torture yourself till you are covered with bruises when you are a dog, why should you beg for mercy from your master? Therefore, if you want the government to take back the meat that was cut off, the sacrifice of 100 prison guards is inevitable."
Zhou Yu understood it completely now. He took a deep breath and asked, "Are you going to blame Qian Huan for the death of these 100 prison guards?"
Lou Duan frowned: "Don't frame it, it's too mean. Just learn from Qian Huan and do it cleanly."
Lou Duan was afraid that Zhou Fu wouldn't understand, so he explained again: "Don't make things more difficult for yourselves. When you are a dog, just beg for mercy, and the master will naturally protect his own face."
Zhou hummed, indicating that he understood.
Zhao Xing hesitated for a moment, then asked uncertainly: "The ruling government may not be able to see through our tricks, so what should we do?"
Lou Duan grinned, showing his neat teeth, and said with a smile: "The truth is not important. The opinions of one or two smart people are never important. What is important is what the fools think."
Lou Duan paused and said the "rules of the game" that fools don't understand but smart people tacitly understand:
"The world is a huge stage play. A small group of smart people weave lies on the stage and show it to the fools below. The ruling government is no exception. The face it wants to maintain is not the real face, but the face it wears. Wearing a [mask]”
Zhou Fu and Zhao Xing were stunned, feeling an inexplicable shock from their souls. Zhou Fu breathed rapidly, feeling that his life was lit up by these words. He said in a hoarse voice: "I did it, what about you?"
Zhao Xing looked at the fierce light in Zhou Fu's eyes, and then looked at Lou Duan's meaningful eyes. His eyes were tangled, and his conscience seemed to be a little uneasy: "100."
Zhou Fu's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he said ferociously:
"Mother-in-law, do you want to do it or not? Webmaster Lou has already said that their sacrifices are worth it. If you feel uneasy about your conscience, just ask for more pension for them afterwards."
Zhao Xing felt a little uneasy about his conscience, but more importantly, he had doubts in his heart.
It was because he had doubts about the "rules of the game" that Lou Duan just said, but it was not because he had doubts about the "rules of the game". On the contrary, he was doubtful precisely because he believed in the "rules of the game".
Webmaster Lou said that the world is played by smart people for fools. In Webmaster Lou’s eyes, are he and Zhou Rui smart or fools?
Could it be that what Webmaster Lou told us was also a carefully crafted lie?
Zhao Xing couldn't think of an answer. The most important thing was that he realized that he might not have the option to refuse. Otherwise, he would most likely become one of the 100 prison guards.
Zhao Xing took a deep breath, his face returned to a cold expression, and he said:
"What should I be uneasy about? We didn't kill the people. Their deaths must be blamed on Qian Huan. On the contrary, they have to thank us and help them get their pensions back."
Zhou Fu laughed loudly when he heard this, and Lou Duan also had a smile on his face. He sat back on the sofa and said calmly to the two of them: "Drink tea."
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Zhou Fu and Zhao Xing began to discuss the details of the plan, and very fairly, each claimed half of the people.
Lou Duan sat quietly and listened quietly throughout the whole process, without giving any advice or guidance. Just as he said, killing is the simplest thing, and no one needs guidance. This is engraved deep in human genes. , is an instinct that can be mastered by birth.
Two hours later.
Zhou Fu and Zhao Xing left together.
After the two left, Lou Duan gently picked up two exquisite porcelain tea cups and threw them into the trash can.
Afterwards, Lou Duan stood up slowly and walked to the tall floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bottom with an intriguing smile on his face.
He could feel that Zhao Xing had doubts in his heart, but it didn't matter, because he really didn't lie to the two of them. What he said today was his life insights of decades.
Although there are only a few words, the value and wisdom contained in them can be said to be worth a thousand dollars.
Lou Duan didn't lie, he just said one less word - smart people don't care about the truth, but they care about being deceived!
Lou Duan touched the bridge of his nose out of habit and murmured to himself:
"So, I made a mistake, it was not 100, but 102, haha -, but your sacrifice can save the second prison for me, this is worth it."
As a Shangguan, the only thing Lou Duan can do is to ask for an extra pension from the ruling government for Zhou Fu and Zhao Xing after the matter is completed.
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other side.
Feng Mu just walked out of Tian Tao's house. The generous pension he brought slightly soothed the grief of Tian Tao's family. Tian Tao's wife endured her grief, squeezed Feng Mu's hand, and held him gratefully. Sent out the door.
"Captain Tian Tao took good care of me during his lifetime. This is what I should do. Don't send me away. Go back quickly." Feng Mu comforted Tian Tao's wife with a sad face.
On his retina, lines of reward settlement subtitles were slowly passing by...
(End of chapter)