Chapter 307: The idea of bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, two sets of rules
Everyone felt as if there was an electric shock on their foreheads. The jealousy and nastiness hidden in their eyes all melted away like snow when exposed to the sun.
Feng Mu used his direct love and special personal charm to infect and warm them all in a short period of time.
When they looked at Guan Zhong, their eyes were softened with kindness.
Yes, what should everyone be anxious about? Isn’t Guan Zhong the future self? Soon, everyone will be Guan Zhong, so helping him is helping yourself!
Gong Qi watched in amazement. He could tell with the naked eye that the new team just formed by his junior brother had been quickly twisted from a ball of loose sand into a rope.
Although they couldn't all call each other by name, they had already built a cohesion that surpassed 99% of the teams in the world, and they were already willing to hang others for each other.
Sure enough, killing people together is the best team-building activity to unite people.
Gong Qi was very pleased:
"Junior brother is worthy of being what Master said is a genius that only occurs once in 500 years in the [Ronggui Sect]. Not only did he practice [The True Art of Flesh and Blood Beginning to Unravel] very quickly, but he also learned the ideas of [The Fusion Sect] in a short period of time. The essence.”
For a moment, Gong Qi had a treasonous thought in his heart:
"The reason why the [Ronggui Sect] has been declining is because the master's management methods are too backward. Assuming that the younger brother is responsible for managing the affairs of the sect, then I [Ronggui Sect] should be in the near future." Develop into a huge faction! ”
The sound of the elevator door opening interrupted Gong Qi's slight thought of "bullying his master and destroying his ancestors". He turned to look at the two belated arresters.
At the same time, Guan Zhong and others also looked over.
The two catchers suddenly felt chills running down their spines. They always felt that the eyes of these people were inexplicably scary.
If it weren't for the fact that most of them were wearing prison guard uniforms and were considered fraternal units within the system, they might have drawn their guns immediately in reaction to the stress.
The older head catcher quickly scanned the surroundings. When he saw the severed head on the ground, his heart sank. Then he instinctively looked at the one with the gentlest smile and the kindest temperament among the group of people.
He looked at Feng Mu and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"
Feng Mu sighed softly, with a hint of sadness on his face:
"The burnt black body downstairs is a palace laborer, a prison guard in our second prison. He committed an unforgivable crime. The warden asked us to investigate the matter.
And this headless corpse came with the intention of killing people. Unfortunately, when he was about to leave, we bumped into him, and then he wanted to continue his murder. In desperation, we had to..."
The older catcher frowned slightly. Although he had doubts in his heart, he was more inclined to believe Feng Mu's statement.
He had to believe it, because when Feng Mu answered, the prison guards around him had already surrounded the two head catchers in the center as if they had a clear understanding.
The older catcher had seen the eyes of many extremely vicious criminals, but he had never seen such a strange sense of eagerness as the eyes of the prison guards in front of him.
It is not cruel or cold, but a kind of passion and desire, as if they are not malicious towards themselves, on the contrary, they just desire to obtain some kind of reward from themselves.
Simply creepy!
"Sorry, we are pressed for time and must return to the prison immediately to report the incident to our superiors. These two corpses will be handled by the patrol room."
Feng Mu spoke in a kind tone, with a friendly smile on his face. As he spoke, he walked out slowly. Upon seeing this, the prison guards around him opened a path for him in an orderly manner.
The prison guard standing at the elevator entrance quickly pressed the elevator button and waited for Feng Mu to enter the elevator before walking in one by one. Everyone stood carefully against the elevator wall, leaving a spacious space for Feng Mu who was standing in the middle in a tacit understanding. space.
When the cold elevator door slowly closed, the older catcher breathed a sigh of relief, slowly removed his hand from the butt of the gun he was holding tightly, and roughly pulled open his collar, revealing his white underwear soaked in cold sweat. lining.
"What the heck, do the prison guards look at people in such a scary way now?" The older head catcher felt like he was walking behind the closed door of hell. He spat thick phlegm on the ground and cursed,
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"You are wrong. The one who smiles the most kindly is actually the most dangerous one."
The younger catcher was also a little frightened, and then said with a gloomy face: "Just let them go like this, and we didn't even record a confession?"
The older catcher walked into the house, squatted on the ground, carefully observed the severed head on the ground, and replied coldly:
"Otherwise, if you really dare to keep them, we might have to lie here today."
The young head catcher said unconvinced: "That's not true. We are the head catchers. It's hard for them to explain why they killed us. Even if I look at them, they may not really dare to do it."
The older catcher sneered: "Why don't you dare? If we were really lying here, it would have been killed by the decapitated man in the house. They are good people who avenge us. Then the patrol room will be given to them." Send me a banner to thank you.”
The young catcher's face turned dark. He squatted down and stretched out his fingers to touch the edge of the severed head.
When the older catcher saw this, he immediately shouted: "Don't touch it, it's poisonous!"
The young catcher's fingers instantly stiffened and his eyes widened. Only then did he notice that the severed neck was emanating an unsettling trace of black, as if some kind of poison was spreading.
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The blood flowing on the ground was also contaminated, and even the surface of the ceramic tiles had a corroded, corroded, grainy texture.
The older catcher glanced at the younger catcher coldly, then squatted on the ground, took out a crumpled cigarette box from his arms, pursed his lips, and took out a cigarette.
The young catcher immediately took back his hand, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette for the older catcher.
The older catcher took a deep breath, blew out a smoke ring towards the younger catcher and said:
"Chen Yang, our patrol unit has always had a tradition of bringing in the old and bringing in the new. What do you think this tradition teaches you?"
Chen Yang was slightly startled. Ever since he was assigned to the patrol room, he has been following the experienced old catcher in front of him. However, he has never thought about this question deeply. Perhaps in his opinion, the answer is too obvious. .
He said without thinking: "Isn't it just to teach us how to show up at the scene, how to hunt down the murderer, and solve the case?"
The older catcher took a deep breath of cigarette, smoke spurted out from his nostrils, and his voice was a little hoarse:
"Yes, these are what we want to teach, but those are just the surface. What we really want to teach you are the rules."
Chen Yang asked in surprise: "Rules? What rules?"
The older catcher nodded and said:
"Rules, you can also understand them as methods of play. Our patrol room has two sets of methods for solving crimes. One is the one we follow on daily basis. It is the method of playing with our skin and without this layer of skin. We have to give a confession. , talk about evidence, but in short, no matter how you tell it, the truth can only be told by our mouths.”
His tone paused, then he stood up and said with emotion:
"The other way is to encounter a situation like today, where we encounter the playstyle of people who are all wearing layers of skin like us, so what we follow is a different set of rules."
Chen Yang nodded thoughtfully, but there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes. He asked hesitantly: "So, what is the other set of rules?"
(End of chapter)