Chapter 187 Feng Mu, the Warden?

Li Bashan nodded slightly, put his hand as broad as a cattail leaf fan on Song Heng's shoulder, pushed him gently to the side, and then walked away quickly carrying the barrel.

Song Heng felt his scalp tingling, and the huge hand passed over his head, instantly blocking his vision.

In that brief moment, he felt as if the blood in his body had solidified, chills shot from his spine to the top of his head, and his entire body was shrouded in fear and shock.

There is no need to think that this is an exaggeration. The reason why Song Heng was promoted to division chief was because his military strength had reached the third level.

Because of this, when faced with a powerful life form, his body will naturally produce a subtle intuitive warning, which is an instinctive reaction that a warrior should have to respond to potential threats.

The reason why this situation didn't completely make him lose his courage was because he currently only had level three strength.

If his grade can be raised to a higher level, reaching the fifth or even sixth grade, then his fear of Li Bashan will increase tenfold and a hundredfold, and perhaps he will really separate Li Bashan's figure from his memory. It's possible that the monsters overlapped into one.

Song Heng turned his head with lingering fear, his eyes following Li Bashan's retreating figure, his face burning as if it was being burned by fire.

He looked around. The prison guards were all silent and their eyes averted, as if they were afraid of contacting his eyes.

You finally understand why we don’t fight for that position, right?

A tiger wandered into a group of hyenas. Although the tiger remained silent and seemed harmless, no one really thought it was harmless.

On the contrary, the more harmless he behaves and the longer we stay together, the more frightened everyone becomes.

A chill surged in Song Heng's heart, and he suddenly understood a truth. In the closed ecosystem of the prison, you don't become that role just by sitting in that position, but...

Song Heng turned around and rushed to the office of District Chief Zhou Fu without saying a word. He wanted to be the District Chief of District B whoever wanted to be. Anyway, he didn't want to be the District Chief for one more day. He wanted to go back to District C and start over again. Return to his position as captain.

Don't ask, asking means treating fame and wealth like dirt, and can't bear to let go of the old brothers in Area C!

……..

It was reported that he worked the night shift on his first day in prison. Feng Mu was treated like no one else.

Walking in the corridors of the prison, looking back and forth over and over again is boring.

Originally, such frequent inspections were not necessary. After all, surveillance cameras were installed at regular intervals in the corridors. They were like sleepless sentries, monitoring every corner of the prison at all times.

However, captain Tian Tao's instructions came from time to time on the intercom, which forced Feng Mu to run back and forth in the corridor without stopping.

"There is movement in cell 2104. Go take a look immediately."

"The camera position in the front section of corridor 2117 has shifted. Please correct it manually."

"A prisoner in cell 2005 was beaten. Go and deal with it."

"A prisoner died in 2087. Go collect the body and ask Qin Liang to fill out the autopsy form."

“…..”

Overnight, Feng Mu was busy going back and forth in the prison, dealing with various tedious matters. These endless chores make people feel even more exhausted than practicing martial arts.

Although practicing martial arts is hard work, you can accumulate experience and improve your proficiency. In addition to consuming energy, these trivial matters are constantly challenging the limits of your endurance.

Wang Cong followed Feng Mu and dealt with it together. His hair was greasier and the bloodshot eyes were denser. He seemed to be on the verge of sudden death, but he was still gritting his teeth and following.

Watching Feng Mu deal with each item in an orderly manner, there was no trace of impatience on his face. He responded to the voice on the intercom with politeness. He also calmly reasoned with the prisoners who stayed up late at night and caused trouble. Handle disputes and disputes.

Wang Cong was so confused that he couldn't help but take out his electric baton many times and was about to beat the prisoner, but Feng Mu kindly stopped him.

Although Wang Cong was bullied by his colleagues in prison, he was still relatively tough when facing prisoners. In other words, it was precisely because he was always bullied by his colleagues that he had accumulated too much resentment in his heart, and he could not help himself when facing prisoners. To vent his emotions, in the past six months, he has beaten more than one or two prisoners to death and maiming.

Watching Feng Mu peacefully resolve another dispute, he recorded in detail the reasons for the dispute, the handling process and the results of the dispute among several prisoners in the book, and very seriously asked all the prisoners involved to be present. The book was signed and confirmed with a red fingerprint.

The rules are strict, as if they are registering criminal confessions from prisoners, but the question is, this is a prison, and they are all prisoners in custody. Is recording these things to increase their sentence?

Wang Cong finally couldn't hold himself back and asked in a low voice: "Feng Mu, is it necessary to go to this point? They are just a few troublemaking prisoners who need such detailed records and take out the electric batons to give them a good beating." Aren’t you honest?”

Feng Mu looked at the dense notebook in his hand and said warmly: "My memory is not very good, so I wrote down all my choices with a pen, so that when I try to persuade these prisoners in the future, my words will not be empty."

Wang Cong was speechless when he heard Feng Mu say that he would come to persuade these prisoners in the future. He looked at Feng Mu like a fool and could not understand Feng Mu's brain circuit at all.

Feng Mu could tell from Wang Cong's face that the other party had misunderstood. The "admonishment" he meant in the future was not the "admonishment" that Wang Cong thought. He was planning to change the form in the future to allow prisoners who had conflicts with each other. They can resolve their mutual problems once and for all in a more fair and open way.

When Feng Mu treats friends, he pays attention to sincerity for sincerity, and will not deceive or conceal. Seeing that Wang Cong did not understand, he changed his explanation and explained:

"I believe that as a prison guard, we should care for every item and every inch of space in the prison just like we care for our own home."

"Especially for prisoners, we should give double care and protection. Although they have made mistakes, they are also our most precious wealth in this big family."

"As prison guards, we should not kill them, but educate and guide them to help them realize their self-worth again."

Wang Cong's mouth opened wide. He increasingly didn't understand what nonsense Feng Mu was talking about. He just felt that the pattern and tone of Feng Mu's speech at this moment did not look like an ordinary prison guard at all, but a bit like those congressmen on TV trying to get votes. His speech was full of justice and humanity.

Wang Cong shook his slightly dizzy head and looked at Feng Mu with an unclear expression. He didn't know whether he was mocking or admiring: "Feng Mu, you shouldn't be a prison guard, you should be the warden."

Feng Mu's expression remained unchanged and he said warmly: "Well, I will seriously consider your suggestion."

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ps: Tian Cong changed his name to Wang Cong, I am afraid that people will confuse him with Tian Tao~