Chapter 204 The Prologue Begins, Feng Mu Is a Good Person

This moment.

Wang Cong felt that Feng Mu was like a beam of light penetrating his dark life, so dazzling and dazzling that he was willing to die for this light.

Wang Cong's eyes were bloodshot. He looked deeply at Feng Mu and asked the doubts hidden in his heart:

"Feng Mu, why are you helping me so much? With your ability, you can definitely seize this opportunity and climb up on your own."

Feng Mu knew that Wang Cong still had doubts in his heart. Naturally, he couldn't tell Wang Cong. He was planning ahead and worried that the subsequent prison reforms would be too crazy and cause a big mess, so he could create a person who would take the blame in advance and give himself a head start. A bar.

If, according to the logic of warden Qian Huan, the prison is regarded as a joint-stock enterprise, then the man behind the scenes means that he can quietly become the chairman of the board, but there is no need for the front-end legal person. He still has to cultivate a trustworthy person to take over.

Feng Mu sighed deeply and said helplessly:

"Two reasons. One reason is that I feel the same way. I also had an unbearable experience, so I hate seeing good people being bullied. So, I want to help you get out of this predicament."

"The other reason is that I have only been here a few days, and I have no foundation or qualifications. Even if I want to advance, the warden can't possibly promote me."

Feng Mu saw Wang Cong's thoughtful expression and continued:

"Even if I am lucky enough to make some achievements, the warden appreciates me and promotes me against all the opinions. Do you think the old guards in the second prison can be convinced that I, a newcomer, will just climb over them?"

"If the people below are not convinced, it will only hinder the development of my work and be detrimental to my long-term development in the future. Therefore, I think clearly that I am a newcomer. Instead of unrealistically thinking about progress, it is better to first Be familiar with the environment and have good relationships with your colleagues. The most important thing is..."

Feng Mu paused and said frankly:

"Follow a good captain, so when the captain rises, won't I also follow the rising tide, and the boat will be lifted, haha——"

What Feng Mu said was well-founded, both rational and emotional. Coupled with his performance during this period, Wang Cong also saw it all, and it was difficult not to accept and approve of his statement.

At this point, Wang Cong's last doubt about Feng Mu disappeared.

Now, he began to doubt himself.

On the one hand, he doubted whether he had the ability to really climb up. Fortunately, Feng Mu's support and help gave him a glimmer of hope and confidence;

On the other hand, it is...

Wang Cong's fists were clenched unconsciously, and his nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms. He met Feng Mu's gentle but firm gaze, and his voice was low and hoarse:

"Don't worry Feng Mu, if I can climb up, I will definitely pull you up too."

Feng Mu grinned, showing his neat white teeth, and said firmly: "Well, Captain Wang Cong, I believe you!"

Listening to Feng Mu's words "Captain" on the left and "Captain" on the other, Wang Cong felt as if he had already put on the captain's uniform and one foot had climbed out of the muddy mire, and his heart was surging. Boiling heat.

After dinner.

Tian Tao gathered all the prison guards and ordered them with a gloomy face to collect enough of them this week. Qi Qi looked unkind and focused on naming Feng Mu and Wang Cong. Balabala sternly warned them not to hold back the team.

Wang Cong and Feng Mu nodded solemnly and promised again and again that they would not disappoint the captain.

That night, most prison guards voluntarily chose to work overtime. For a time, the entire floor was filled with violent roars, miserable howls, and a faint smell of burning in the air.

It lasted until ten o'clock in the evening, and the prison guards who were exhausted from wielding electric batons one after another ended their work, chatted and laughed, and left after get off work.

Wang Cong and Feng Mucai, who were on the night shift, appeared unhurriedly and walked into each cell one by one, directing the prisoners to skillfully clean up the blood stains and corpses lying on the ground.

In almost every cell, prisoners were killed or injured.

If corpses are included in the assessment as KPI, then the second prison guard tonight indeed created a shocking historical record.

However, Feng Mu knew in his heart that this was where he was. The [last elimination system] had not yet taken effect.

If no one stops, the number will only get higher and higher until the day when half of the prisoners die or half of the prison guards die.

Feng Mu couldn't even guess whether half of the prisoners or half of the prison guards would die first. He was quite curious.

"Wait a minute, be gentle."

Feng Mu softly stopped the prisoners from handling the corpse rudely. He walked over slowly and gently took out a sunken eyeball from the blood-stained collar of the corpse.

"Everyone is dead. We should at least make him whole. We can't let him go to another world and still be blind."

Feng Mu's words were full of compassion. He pinched the eyeball gently, gently stuffed it back into the corpse's eye socket, and then carefully adjusted the eyeball to the correct position, as if he were treating his beloved family.

He then looked at the prisoners in the same cell, who looked either fearful, resentful, or numb, and said warmly:

"Be gentle to the corpse of the inmate, so that when it is you who is carried one day, everyone will be more gentle and patient with you. Do you think this is true? !!"

Feng Mu's voice full of human concern reached the ears of every prisoner, causing their expressions to change. Especially the young prisoner who was closest to him, who was carrying the head of the corpse, was so moved that tears overflowed from his eyes.

His arms that were holding the corpse trembled violently, and the slippery head stained with blood slipped out of his hands. Feng Mu quickly stepped sideways, stretched out his hands in time, and held the head that was about to fall to the ground steadily.

Crack——

Feng Mu had not yet fully adapted to his surging strength, and several pieces of exploding skulls fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The prisoner next to him was frightened by this sudden change and stepped back repeatedly, and finally fell on the cold ground with a buttock, terrified.

"Hey, don't be nervous, it's not your fault, it's my mistake."

Feng Mu turned his head to look at the panicked prisoner, an apologetic and tolerant smile appeared on his face, and he took out a bottle of super glue from his pocket without panic.

He had accidentally crushed two iron cups, a table corner, and three chair armrests today. He had obviously anticipated the current situation in advance and made sufficient preparations in advance.

Feng Mu slowly squatted down, gently picked up the scattered fragments with his hands, and then used the bottle of super glue to carefully stick them back to the skull of the corpse.

The prisoners next to him witnessed this scene, and their hearts were like a dye vat being stirred, with both fear and deep emotion.

The prisoner who made the mistake quickly crawled to Feng Mu's side, tremblingly picked up the fragments on the ground, handed them to Feng Mu, and summoned up his courage, crying and asked:

"Prison Guard Feng, we prisoners are all saying privately that you are a good person, so please, can you tell us the truth? Will we all be beaten to death like Hou Laosan soon, right?"

Feng Mu remained silent, just concentrating on sticking the broken bones. After a long while, he turned his head, glanced at all the prisoners in the room who were looking over, and sighed faintly.

But in the end, he didn't say a word.

At this time, silence is better than words. In an instant, all the prisoners were confused and panicked...