Chapter 325 What is more dangerous than force
Guan Zhong felt that he was standing beside Feng Mu, and he seemed to be bathing in the light, and the whole person's eyes reflected the hot light.
Feng Mu said calmly: "Still follow the old rules and select people to form a team by yourself and bring them back to me."
Before the words were spoken, bright lights flashed in the eyes of the members of the Internal Investigation Department, and they exchanged meaningful glances with each other, as if they had reached a tacit understanding silently.
Then, they all straightened their backs and bowed deeply to Feng Mu in unison.
Just a salute was no longer enough to express their inner turmoil and admiration for Feng Mu. They all put their heads as close to the ground as possible, as close to Feng Mu's shoes.
A dozen vertical and half-bowed bodies formed a circle, like an evil flower blooming in the darkness. Each dark petal was worshiping the sun in the core of the flower:
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“Follow the minister’s orders!!!”
The air was quiet, and there was an evil but sacred sense of ritual.
Gong Qi looked around for Feng Mu, and her heart was inexplicably infected. There was a kind of hind neck itching, and she also wanted to give the younger brother a impulse.
Gong Qi naturally looked down on the strength of these group members. In his eyes, he felt that the inner department only needed the three of them to be three, and everyone else was charged.
But in the atmosphere at this moment, Gong Qi suddenly felt that these people gathered around his junior brother, and they were vaguely generating a power that shocked him.
It is not simply forces, but a thing that is far more dangerous than force.
Force can only kill one person, but this kind of thing can make people die! Intersection Intersection
Gong Qi swallowed hard. He looked at the circle of lowered heads and felt that they were still very weak, so weak that he could kill them all by himself.
But I felt that they were not so weak, because when they bowed their heads and raised their heads, he felt like a mangle feeling.
They all lowered their heads, but Gong Qi could feel that each of them was staring at him, which was extremely evil.
At the outermost edge, Li Bashan, who was taking a nap while sitting at the door of the warehouse, suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked around numbly at the scene in the field, his expression still as calm as water, but the rhythm of his breathing stopped slightly for a moment, and then he whispered to himself in a voice that only he could hear:
"Is this the power of the sun?!"
Feng Mu slightly raised his hands, and a group of members slowly got up, and they both stepped back in symbolic expression, and then turned their respective teams, and they left.
Gong Qi scratched his head embarrassed, and the strange feeling on his back finally disappeared.
Feng Mu looked at Gong Qiwen and said:
"The Internal Investigation Department has just been established. It is inevitable that we will encounter some unscrupulous people. I have to trouble my fifth senior brother to help me look after it. By the way, is there anything wrong with Lou Rui's confession?"
Gong Qi returned the confession to Feng Mu, thinking about it, and answered with emotion:
"The confession is well -founded, and the content is also very exciting, as the younger brother said -death is the source of creation!"
Gong Qi has to think about it now. He always can't create a good script, and he always has a difference in puzzle solving the puzzle. Is it because he lacks death as a motivation?
Feng Mu took the confession and glanced at the table, and threw it on the table, a look that completely trusted Gong Qi's judgment, which made him very useful.
Feng Mu Chong Gongqi laughed: "If you are troublesome, your brother is bothering."
"Junior brother, don't worry, as long as you are here, I will not let others destroy the toy in your hand."
Gongqi said in a tone of yin, paused, and hesitated,
"But Brother, I can carry it without any work, can the inner inspection department be carried?" Feng Mu heard that, the corner of his mouth rose, revealing a row of neat and white teeth:
"Our internal inspection department is directly under the leadership of the warden. Every step we take is carried out under the instruction of the warden. There is no reason for us to have to shoulder the responsibility ourselves?"
Gong Qi'ai shocked his junior brother's face. He smiled sinisterly and said with great pleasure:
"Then if you really encounter someone without eyes, senior brother, I will help you dig out that person's eyes. If you have time, you can give them to the warden."
Feng Mu's smile was full of face, and I readily accepted Gong Qi's proposal:
"That would be perfect. It just so happens that the warden seems to have developed a hobby of collecting glass balls recently."
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Ma Xuan was detained alone in a small interrogation room without intimidation, torture, or interrogation.
The iron chair that was gradually covered by the hips underneath, as well as where the eyes were, empty -empty -white walls.
He didn't know how long he had been in, but he felt as long as a century.
"How long has it been? One hour, two hours or five or six hours?"
"What did Feng Mu have to do? Why didn't he come to me yet? Did he interrogate Lou Rui? What did Lou Rui explain now? No, what should Feng Muhui let him explain?"
"The riots in the dead supervision area found that we were on the head of our light supervision. Is this Feng Mu's self -proposition or the instruction of the prison chief?"
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Ma Xuan is a smart man. The characteristic of smart people is that they are prone to overthinking. Especially when no one cares about him, his imagination even creates thrilling and suspenseful series in his head.
He tried to analyze the current situation from every angle, but the more he thought, the more complicated, and the more uneasy in his heart became stronger.
Ma Xuan knew that at this time, his random thoughts would not bring any help, but he could not control his extremely active thinking, just like he could not control the itching of the contact surface between his butt and the chair.
The iron door made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground. A figure pushed the door open, and the light hit his back from the outside. A dark shadow reflected on the ground, extending long into the house.
Ma Xuan looked at the person, and the light and shadow were staggered. The people came to him, and a gentle movement put a hemp rope in his hands.
"Hemp?" Ma Xuan's voice was confused with a hint of difficulty, and he subconsciously touched the rough texture of the hemp rope with his fingers.
He looked up and saw a calm and gentle smiling face, but the words that came out of his lips were like ghost stories floating in the night wind, and every word made his hair stand on end.
"Lou Rui is dead!"
"My neck was just broken by this hemp rope."
"You broke it!"
Ma Xuan's face changed sharply, his eyes shrank, and he looked down at the hemp rope in his hand, and saw the gaps in the hemp rope vaguely sticking to the dandruff and dark red stains.
Ma Xuan's hand suddenly threw the hemp rope to the ground as if it had been shocked by electricity.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Despicable means of framing."
Feng Mu slowly squatted down, picked up the hemp rope on the ground calmly, and then put it in a transparent evidence.
It was not until this moment that Ma Xuan noticed that Feng Mu was wearing a pair of plastic gloves on his hands. The gloves looked particularly white under the light.
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(End of chapter)