Chapter 312 Let Feng Mu eat first
Walk out of the underground parking lot, walk all the way through the corridor, pass through the light prison area, and walk towards the death penalty area.
The closer to the death row area, the more intense the smell of blood in the air. Gong Qi's ears and eyes were sharp, and he could even hear the sound of washing the floor.
It was a soaked mop that was being dragged hard, dragging the greasy blood and minced meat into the water prison pool, and then swinging it up and down to clean the mop in the pool where the corpses were soaked.
The drain outlet at the bottom of the water prison pool made a low pumping sound, and the pipes on the wall continued to pour clean water into the pool, trying to dilute the viscosity of the water.
However, this effort seemed to be counterproductive. Instead of becoming lighter, the color of the pool water became deeper and more gorgeous, like a terrifying scene immersed in darkness.
Wow——
Gululu——
Gong Qi's ears trembled slightly as he heard that the body was finally fished out, dragged to the edge of the pool, and seemed to be placed on a loading trolley.
The trolley was piled high with corpses, and the heavy weight made the rusty wheels make a tooth-aching screeching sound when they scraped against the ground.
When Feng Mu and others returned to the death row area, they saw tired prison guards dragging trolleys filled with corpses to the incineration room.
There were rings of minced meat stuck to the wheelbarrow, and it turned with a "crunching" sound, leaving traces of blood on the ground.
Among the corpses pressed at the bottom of the trolley, many had their arms playfully falling outside, scraping the ground as if they were still alive, leaving crooked scratches on the ground.
The scene in front of me looked shocking, but the prison guards who came and went turned a blind eye, and all of them acted mechanically with numb expressions.
They are really tired today!
It had been a long time since they had physically moved a body, let alone so many at once. This kind of dirty and tiring work used to be directly assigned to prisoners to complete.
It is not that no one has considered calling inmates from other cells to share this heavy labor, but on this special day, no one dared to make such a suggestion to the warden.
So, today, everything is back in their hands, and the ones who are more tired than them are the carts that have been "laid off" a long time ago.
They had been resting in the warehouse for the past few years and were all rusty. Unexpectedly, they all started working together again today, and they were operating at full capacity as soon as they came back. Many of their bodies couldn't bear it and fell apart, and the wheels and boards were shattered on the floor.
Not far away, a trolley had a flat tire and fell apart midway. The pile of corpses, which was as high as a person, tilted and hit the wall, causing traffic to be paralyzed. Several trolleys behind were unable to avoid it. In an instant, a tragic series of rear-end collisions occurred, with corpses strewn all over the ground.
Feng Mu witnessed this scene and said with a look of compassion on his face: "It seems that the most dangerous suppressive activities have ended, so you all go and help."
Everyone behind them nodded in unison and moved the scattered corpses in pairs.
They acted actively, cooperated tacitly, and were extremely efficient. They seemed to have endless energy, which was in sharp contrast to the prison guards around them who took the opportunity to be lazy.
Feng Mu took Gong Qi and Liu to the warden's office, passing by the incineration room on the way. The narrow corridor was filled with corpses lined up.
There is almost no room at the front. You can only vaguely see a huge gourd swinging at the entrance of the incineration room, as if commanding two or three prison guards in an orderly manner to carry the corpses into the incinerator in sequence. In the incineration room, the four incinerators continued to operate like tireless giant beasts. The mouth of the furnace was the monster's greedy mouth, constantly opening and closing, swallowing the food fed one by one.
The incinerator probably didn't expect that one day he would eat so much that he would feel "flatuled" from his throat. The heat wave from the cremation would make ripples visible to the naked eye in the air in the room.
The several prison guards who followed the corpse removal were sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked through. They were white and rosy from being steamed by the high temperature, and there was a faint smell of strange meat. It felt like it would be served to the table soon. .
Their eyes began to blur, and their bodies seemed to be extremely dehydrated, causing them to have extremely strong hallucinations.
In a trance, they saw strands of white gravel-like particles quietly coming out of Wang Cong's trouser legs, Wang Cong's sleeves, and the old gourd behind Wang Cong. .
Then those particles slowly spread in the air, like ghosts in a nightmare, and gradually condensed into strange tentacles, winding towards their necks.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you are too tired. It is enough for me to be alone in the incineration room. I can work more efficiently by myself."
On the verge of exhaustion, suffocation, and fainting, several people seemed to vaguely hear Wang Cong's gentle murmurs in the fog of a dream.
"But I can't start the meal alone. I've already eaten quite a bit secretly today. Feng Mu must enjoy the main meal first. Well...but how can I leave it for him?"
Wang Cong suddenly opened the door of the incinerator on the far left. With a wave of his arm, those white gravel tentacles penetrated the raging flames of the corpses, rushed toward the iron wall behind, and slowly pushed it away. , revealing the winding and dark "intestine" inside.
Please...you...Collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠ(Six\\\Nine\\\Book\\\!)
Wang Cong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had an idea in his mind: "Just hide it in here."
The gravel roared like a whimper, and the entire incineration room was gradually shrouded in haze.
The camera outside the corridor cannot see the inside of the incineration room, and can only see the figure carrying a gourd on his back like a hard-working bee, constantly coming in and out. The long line of corpse carts outside can be seen to the naked eye, and it is getting smaller and smaller, and it is being incinerated... Digest it bit by bit.
Feng Mu pushed open the door and walked into the warden's office.
Shi Wuming was still standing in the corner as steady as a mountain, not worried at all about the prospect of prison.
He glanced at Feng Mu indifferently, and then calmly withdrew his gaze. The moment he lowered his head, a cold murderous aura flashed deep in his eyes.
Shi Wumingxin is calculating the date of action:
"Qian Huan's current situation is quite bad, so I'm afraid this errand will be over soon. Alas, I can't make more money from him. That's all. The part that I can't make from Qian Huan, I think. A way to take it back from Feng Mu, and at the same time avenge his old friend.”
Feng Mu glanced at the blood bar above Shi Wuming's head with a feeling, and then looked at the warden Qian Huan behind the explosion-proof glass.
The latter's face was extremely gloomy, and he was staring at the computer screen with his pupils blazing. On the computer screen was the article [Old Tree on the Graveyard], which was eloquent, with thousands of words, pictures and text, rigorous logic, well-founded, and unconvincing news. Report.
"Slander, it's all slander, damn, this [Grave Tree] is a bastard who came out of nowhere!"
Hysterical roars echoed in the office...
(End of chapter)