The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

April 25th.

[——Today is a good day for promotion, making friends, and cremation. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

——Today, avoid being a villain, being hospitalized, or moving a grave.

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Feng Mu lowered his head, glanced at the junk advertising text messages on his phone, and put away his phone thoughtfully.

With a flick of his fingers, he caught several playing cards between his fingers: 4 of spades, 4 of hearts, 8 of hearts, 7 of diamonds, 4 of clubs, and the queen of hearts.

"The difference between the suit and the color is quite far away, but the bomb is only a 4 of diamonds away."

Feng Mu flipped his fingers again, and the playing cards disappeared like phantoms.

Wang Cong sat aside, his pupils shrunk slightly, and he didn't see clearly how Feng Mu made the playing cards appear and disappear.

But he only thought it was some kind of magic, and didn't think much about it, and he didn't have the intention to think about it at all.

Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong and said warmly: "You look worried. Did something happen at home? Do you need my help?"

Wang Cong's eyes dimmed. He shook his head and tried to make his smile look more natural:

"No, it's just that it's Monday that I have to hand over the money. I'm a little worried about something unexpected happening in the middle."

Feng Mu smiled slightly, with a faint red line in his eyes, and he said meaningfully:

"Don't worry. Since we have tried our best and done everything we can, the rest of the results will be decided by fate."

Sudden screams, one after another, came from each cell, like a start-up signal, intertwined and continuously tore through the silence of the morning.

5 minutes later.

Wang Cong stared at the corpses being carried out with a stiff expression. He looked at one or several bloody toothbrushes and holes that had been stabbed on the corpses.

Wang Cong suddenly realized something. His eyes widened and he turned to Feng Mu, his voice low and nervous:

"Are these dead people the power of example you mentioned?"

Feng Mu's face was calm and his voice was gentle but firm:

"Look, the prisoners made a wise vote with their deaths. They collectively chose to be on our side. The scale of victory will inevitably tip to you, Captain."

Wang Cong's eyes flashed fiercely. Things developed just as Feng Mu expected. His heart was filled with excitement and an uncontrollable chill.

He rubbed his red eyes vigorously, raised his head and said to Feng Mu: "The captain is coming over to curse, I'll hold on here while you go and get the food first."

Feng Mu glanced lightly and caught Tian Tao's figure walking angrily from the top of the stairs.

He nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the duty room. He quickly carried two empty thermos buckets and walked down the stairs at the other end.

Wang Cong's eyes followed Feng Mu's back, and his eyes briefly stayed on the thermos bucket in Feng Mu's hand for a second.

"What's going on? Why did so many prisoners die in the morning? There was such a big mess. Did your eyes leak when you were on night shift last night?"

Tian Tao roared, spitting all over Wang Cong's face.

Wang Cong lowered his head and looked at Tian Tao, who was only as tall as his chin. His voice did not tremble, but he explained in a hoarse voice:

"What does it matter? Everyone will die anyway, not to mention these dead prisoners paid yesterday. If they die, we can help the prison save a week's food and lodging money."

Tian Tao's tone was choked. He looked up at Wang Cong's extremely dull expression and couldn't help but soften his tone:

"What you said makes sense, but they haven't drained the oil out of them yet. Who will make up for this loss to me?"

Wang Cong's tone was calm. Ever since he received the call from the hospital last night, he felt that money, which he had been most reluctant to part with in the past, was meaningless.

He replied: "What they lack, I will make up for the captain."

"It's just you. I'm afraid you've forgotten that in the past, you were the one holding back the most in the group."

Tian Tao sneered as if he had heard a big joke, but thinking of the importance of Wang Cong today, he suppressed his emotions and did not ridicule too much, but asked in a low voice: "Where is Feng Mu?"

Wang Cong knew what Tian Tao wanted to ask, so he said solemnly: "I'm going to pick up his meal."

Tian Tao then asked no more questions and said, "When things come to a close, don't even think about backing down or regretting."

Wang Cong nodded with a dull face, turned around and entered the bathroom in the corridor, washed his face with cold water in front of the mirror, and meticulously smoothed out all the wrinkles in his collar.

Although he actually only had contact with Feng Mu for a few days, Wang Cong really felt that he had benefited a lot from Feng Mu.

Part of these benefits came from words, which taught him how to understand the rules of the world and how to play the game from another perspective.

Another part of the benefit came from personal teachings, which taught him to dress neatly before doing anything, especially before he was about to do something beastly.

"Feng Mu, it was your words and deeds that taught me and changed me. This influence will probably accompany my destiny for the rest of my life. If possible, I really want to be a good friend with you for life and continue to study with you. I also really want to keep my promise and climb up with you.”

Wang Cong looked at the clean face in the mirror, looked at the pair of frightening red eyes, stretched out two index fingers, one on the left and one on the right, into the corners of his mouth, and pulled it hard towards both sides to open an exaggerated arc, his smile was extremely warm and warm. thriller,

"But I have no choice. I don't want to do it. Who told him to kill you? After all, you taught me to always stand on the side of the referee. So, you should understand me and won't blame me, right?!!"

Wang Cong let out a weird laugh from his throat, and then reached out with his wet saliva to gather his soft hair back into a neat big back.

At the same time.

Tian Tao stopped at the door of cell 211.

He reached out and took out a small white bag from his pocket. There were a few white capsules in it. He threw it casually, and it drew a parabola from above the window and fell into Chen Ya's palm.

"One capsule per person, enough for you to restore your qi and blood to normal levels in the next 24 hours." "Tian Tao said lightly.

This medicine is made by Shengguang Pharmaceutical, which can quickly neutralize the toxins precipitated in the food fed to prisoners every day. Of course, it is impossible to detoxify completely.

To completely detoxify, at least one course of treatment is required.

This set of carefully designed recipes plus special capsules is an exclusive package customized by Tianguang Capital to Hongguang Pharmaceutical, specially tailored for prisoners in the second prison area, aiming to improve and reduce the aggressiveness of prisoners as much as possible, so that they can be kind to others from a physiological indicator.

Chen Ya took out a capsule and pretended to swallow it, and the rest were scattered among the inmates.

After swallowing the capsules, the inmates soon felt that their bodies had regained their full strength, and the expressions of submission and obedience on their faces faded visibly.

Tian Tao glanced at the prisoners in the room with contempt, and his heart was extremely disdainful: "A group of wolves that have been tied to dog chains, even if the collars are taken off, they are still dogs and can't turn back into wolves. "

"You better not mess it up, otherwise..." Tian Tao snorted, rubbed the switch of the electric baton, and slowly walked away.

Chen Ya wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, spit out the capsule and hid it back in his sleeve. He didn't need this kind of stuff. The toxins in the customized recipes in the prison had no effect on him.

As the A-level team of destiny, their organs in the body have been secretly modified since they were "out of the factory", and ordinary toxins have no effect on them.

Chen Ya turned his head to look at the prisoners in the room who were a little excited and a little nervous, and played his duties as a prisoner, and said soothingly: "I hope everyone will conserve their energy and exert their greatest strength later, and then, life and death will be determined by fate."

At the same time.

Feng Mu passed through the prison gate of the A prison area and took over the new thermos bucket handed by Senior Brother Li Bashan. He slowly turned around and walked back to the stairs and walked into the duty room, with a hidden arc at the corner of his mouth:

"I smell the restlessness in the air, it's finally coming, hehe——"