Chapter 185 Iconic Figure, Dark Glory

Burning corpses in the incinerator was familiar to Feng Mu just like driving. He just didn't expect that the incinerator in the prison was more advanced and professional than the equipment in the outside incineration plant.

Not only did the corpses put into the furnace not need any manual stir-frying, the whole process was automated, and even the furnace door would automatically close and lock. This made Feng Mu's original idea of ​​trying to use his [cooking] skills have to be given up.

Feng Mu's eyes lingered on the closed furnace door for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart: "The color of the flame seems to be more dazzling, but strangely, the temperature does not seem to be as high as that of the incineration plant?"

For most people, the air in this room is stuffy enough, as if even breathing is scorching, making it unbearably hot.

However, Feng Mu's unusual professional experience, coupled with his [Cooking] skills, and [Iron Bone]'s tolerance to high temperatures, all make him extremely sensitive to fire and temperature, especially He has an unusually keen perception of the temperature of the fire when burning corpses.

"It's indeed hot, but it's not hot enough to be called boiling. Although the flame in the furnace looks raging, it's actually not as hot as it should be."

Feng Mu squinted his eyes, glanced at the two prisoners who were soaked with sweat, and thought thoughtfully, then turned around and led the two prisoners out of the incineration room and escorted them back to the cell.

Inspecting the cells, chatting with the prisoners in the several cells under his supervision, escorting the prisoners to use sewing machines in the afternoon, and then escorting them back to the cells, and finally delivering a bucket of sticky rice that looked like porridge to the cell he was responsible for. One day The workflow is generally familiar.

Feng Mu's notebook has been filled with less than half of it.

At the end of the day, Feng Mu was very hungry. After all, he had not eaten a bite of the lunch in the cafeteria.

In the past, he might have been able to enjoy those simple foods calmly, but now, just smelling the strong aroma of technologically processed food emitted from those meals, he felt as if the pores all over his body were itching, as if there was thick rot trying to escape from the body. Like oozing.

Feng Mu returned to his room to take off his prison uniform and clock out.

"Hey, new guy, the captain asked you not to leave tonight. Stay and work the night shift with me."

Prison guard Wang Cong pushed open the door and entered. His uniform looked too loose, like an ill-fitting shell hanging on his body.

His hair, which had not been washed for several days, was greasy and disheveled, sticking to his forehead, reflecting his face that looked gloomy due to exhaustion.

"Night shift?" Feng Mu's fingers paused slightly while unbuttoning, then he fastened the buttons one by one and adjusted the collar carefully.

Wang Cong's eyes fell on Feng Mu. Seeing him carefully arranging his clothes, he felt inexplicably dazzling.

He smoothed his greasy hair casually, with a sneer on his lips, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"That's right. Anyway, I have brought the captain's order. If you don't want to work the night shift, you can go to the captain and ask for it in person. But I guess your request will not have any effect."

Feng Mu had a gentle smile on his face: "Since it is the captain's arrangement, I will naturally comply. By the way, it's nice to meet you. My name is Feng Mu."

Wang Cong sneered and said coldly: "I hope you can maintain this attitude tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Huh--, I am Wang Cong, and I came here less than half a year before you."

Feng Mu's heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly understood that the Wang Cong in front of him was a newcomer who was excluded and suppressed by the prison just like himself.

Indeed, it seems that there is inevitably a bullied character in every workplace. It seems that without this iconic figure, the ecological environment of the workplace cannot be completely closed.

Feng Mu despises this situation the most. As kind as he is, he cannot turn a blind eye to the phenomenon of bullying. He is always willing to play the role of a kind person who pushes others to complete self-salvation and vicious counterattacks.

Feng Mu asked softly, while slowly picking up a brand new clean towel from the basin and handing it to Wang Cong gently.

When Wang Cong took the towel, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he hadn't felt this kind of human warmth for too long, and his expression looked a little stunned for a moment.

Feng Mu smiled and said, "Wipe your face. Your eyes will feel better."

Wang Cong wiped his forehead gently, and saw that the white towel was instantly stained with oil stains. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I will return this towel to you after I wash it."

Feng Mu nodded lightly and responded: "You don't have to be so polite."

Wang Cong took two deep breaths, hung his head in frustration, and said, "You guessed it right, our captain did arrange for me to work the night shift for three consecutive days."

Feng Mu frowned and asked with concern: "Then you haven't had a good rest for three days. How will your body be able to tolerate this?"

Wang Cong pulled out a hair irritably. Feng Mu's concern seemed to have touched the anger in his heart, and he complained in a low voice:

"What can I do? The shift schedule is set by the captain. Others work night shifts every month and their shifts are separated. But my shifts are connected together every month."

Wang Cong paused and added, "I'm afraid I have to add you now. I just looked at the schedule. You and I will be working the night shift together in the next few days."

Hearing this, Feng Mu's eyes flashed with Yousen's murderous intent. He could endure the night shift, after all, he was very good at staying up late, but he couldn't bear not eating for several days in a row, otherwise he would be at risk of becoming deformed.

This is not a problem with the night shift. This is clearly forcing him to eat "shit". Of course, he can ask his senior brother to bring him food every day, but after all, his senior brother is not in the same area as him, so there are always a lot of inconveniences. .

Wang Cong gritted his teeth and said to Feng Mu: "If you have a relationship, you'd better go find the captain now, otherwise, once you agree this time, it will become a routine in the future and it will be difficult to change."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled at Wang Cong, and said gently: "If I ran away, wouldn't I leave you to suffer alone? Forget it, I'll be with you."

Feng Mu then grinned, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, and said sincerely:

"When I'm on duty at night, I'll share more time, and you can find opportunities to take a break and catch up on your sleep."

Wang Cong held the towel in his palm tightly, with gratitude and complicated emotions intertwined in his eyes. He lowered his head and said softly to Feng Mu: "Thank you."

Feng Mu chuckled and shook his head, and said softly:

"For small things, colleagues should be considerate of each other. You help me and I will help you. We all make progress together and have a bright future, haha——"