Chapter 313 [Old Tree on Graveyard] Wants to harm me? Kill
The blood vessels on Qian Huan's forehead were as ferocious as squirming earthworms, and the situation worsened ten times faster than he expected.
If he was just standing on the edge of the cliff in the morning, then now, this post that was wildly forwarded by ignorant people was like a black hand giving him a hard push from behind, pushing him hard. He fell into the abyss, and half of his body was already hanging off the cliff, precariously.
"[The old tree on the grave] is trying to kill me. I remember this name, Feng Mu. I want him to die. I must let him die..."
Through the three-layer explosion-proof glass wall, Feng Mu could feel the murderous intention inside, wanting to dig someone's grave and plant a tree.
Qian Huan clenched his hands into fists and dug his nails deeply into his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain.
His eyes almost burst into flames, staring closely at the rising click-through rate and forwarding volume. Every jump in the value was like a pair of bloody scissors, crushing his heart from various angles.
Qian Huan usually regards himself as a rational person, but in the face of the overwhelming and indiscriminate insults, criticism and criticism under the post, his emotions began to waver involuntarily.
He never knew that human language could be so rich and so... dirty! ! !
In short, prison warden Qian Huan was suffering the first cyberbullying in his growth journey.
Feng Mu quietly observed Qian Huan's expression that was almost twisted to the extreme. He knew that the warden's emotions were on the verge of breaking out at this moment. If he didn't cool him down, he suspected that the latter would explode or become deformed on the spot.
"I have written down the warden's instructions. I assure you that this [old tree on the grave] who slandered you will definitely die miserably."
Feng Mu vowed:
"But it's not today, nor tomorrow. We don't have time to find a black hand hiding behind the network. Our top priority now is to solve the hidden dangers inside the prison first. Warden, you can't mess up now."
Qian Huan's fists fell angrily, and the computer screen turned into fragments in an instant. He turned his head sharply and stared at Feng Mu.
His teeth gritted and his anger made his voice hoarse and rough:
"Feng Mu, you are right. We cannot mess up our position now, so let this [old tree on the grave] breathe for a few more days..."
Qian Huan then sat back heavily on the chair, his hands trembling slightly, and he slowly reached for the glass bottle on the table.
In the clear liquid of the glass bottle, a blood-colored eyeball slowly rotated, and the eyes seemed to be fixed in the eternal moment of panic and despair.
Qian Huan gently turned the glass bottle, and his cold tone was like a ghost hand reaching into the bed from under the bed, making people shudder:
"This prison riot unexpectedly inspired my interest in collecting. Unfortunately, I only have one eyeball in my collection at the moment. I hope I can add another tongue in the near future."
Feng Mu glanced at the glass bottle and said with understanding:
"Congratulations to the warden for obtaining such a unique collection. In the future, my subordinates will definitely take the tongue of [the old tree on the grave] and present it to the warden."
Qian Huan continued to play with the glass bottle, and Feng Mu's unswerving voice of loyalty was like a soothing medicine, making his heart gradually calm down.
He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a stream of turbid air that had accumulated for a long time. His tone turned harsh: "Have you found any clues about the riot?"
Feng Mu nodded slightly, and then slowly stated the truth of the investigation in a calm and firm tone:
"First of all, my subordinates and others investigated the surveillance video and identified a prison guard with major suspicions. His behavior was abnormal, and various signs showed that it was he who assisted the death row inmates to escape."
"Unfortunately, when we quickly went to his residence for further investigation, we found that he had been brutally silenced and burned to charcoal."
"Fortunately, after some twists and turns, we saw through the murderer's disguise, but the murderer should be a dead soldier. He didn't say a word until his death. Fortunately, we found another clue in his cell phone." Feng Mu took it from his pocket. He took out his mobile phone, carefully passed it through the narrow gap in the explosion-proof glass wall, and continued:
“The data in the mobile phone was cleared, but Gong Qi and Liu Yi successfully recovered a phone number through technical means. The time shows that it should be the last number dialed by the murderer before his death.
That was the person he reported to immediately after killing someone and silencing them. ”
Liu Yi was stunned for a moment and glanced at Gong Qi cryptically, his eyes seeming to say: "Why don't I remember that we helped restore mobile phone data?"
Gong Qi pursed his lips and his eyes were intriguing, as if he was responding: "You can have this!"
Feng Mu's reporting style is completely different from that of Ma Bin. The latter tends to omit the intermediate process and present the results directly, while Feng Mu reports every link to Qian Huan in detail.
There was no way, Ma Bin had no selfish motives but only loyalty, and Feng Mu had no loyalty but only selfishness. However, Qian Huan's expression was very helpful, so he did it.
As a leader who is insecure and has a strong desire for control, the more he is in a crisis, the more he wants to control every detail.
Feng Mu's reporting style perfectly met Qian Huan's emotional needs, and the latter began to trust his eyes more and more.
Qian Huan took the phone and opened the communication record. Sure enough, he saw a number. There was no note on the number, just a series of numbers.
His pupils shrank, as gloomy as ice particles in winter: "Whose number does this belong to?"
Feng Mu slowly spit out a name from his mouth: "Lou Rui."
Please...you...Collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠ(Six\\\Nine\\\Book\\\!)
Qian Huan frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Who?"
Feng Mu expressed his understanding. As the prison warden, Qian Huan had many things to do and was busy with affairs. It was understandable that he could not remember the name of an ordinary prison guard in the prison.
He explained calmly: "He is a prison guard on the first floor of the light prison area."
After hearing what Feng Mu said, Qian Huan had some impression in his mind. He opened the drawer and took out a thick stack of reports, flipping through it quickly with his fingers.
After searching for a while, he finally found an inconspicuous report sheet at the bottom. Qian Huan looked directly at the report conclusions in the last few lines.
Lou Rui’s bone condition report:
The bone state LR is in an unstable cow-shaped bone state with a low probability of distortion. It is speculated that he practices 5 types of martial arts, 100% of which are new martial arts, and the martial arts level is low.
Reverse numerical score: 9 points
Inferior level of life.
Martial Arts Level: Second Grade
Degree of danger: Level E
He had previously spent a lot of money to have Shi Wuming conduct "inspection inspections" on every prison guard in the prison. He used it now, but it didn't seem to be of any use.
Because Lou Rui's score was too low, as mediocre and worthless as his position.
Outside the glass wall, Feng Mu was surprised by the warden's actions, but his pupils shrank imperceptibly. He seemed to have glimpsed some secret that aroused imagination...
(End of chapter)