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

Feng Mu nodded without explaining: "Yes."

Tian Tao's anger seemed to be aroused by these words. He laughed angrily, with a hint of ferocity in his voice:

"Did I warn you that you have to collect every penny without dragging down the whole team?"

Feng Mu's expression remained calm and he nodded again: "Yes."

Tian Tao's brows furrowed and veins popped out on his forehead. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Mu's collar and pulled hard.

There was a harsh tearing sound, and a corner of Feng Mu's collar was roughly torn, but his body stood still as if nailed to the floor, without moving at all.

Tian Tao's movements suddenly stopped, his face turned livid, and after taking a deep breath, his voice became cold and forbidding:

"Feng Mu, do you think you will be grateful to the prisoners if you don't charge them money?"

Tian Tao didn't wait for Feng Mu to answer, then sarcastically said:

"No, these wild dogs will not be grateful to you. They will only smell the disgusting smell of weakness on your body, and then they will pounce on you and gnaw your bones."

Feng Mu's face remained calm and he replied sincerely: "I know, so I never expected them to really appreciate me!"

Tian Tao said no more, he pointed to the door coldly, his voice was cold to the bone: "I'm waiting for that day, waiting to see you be torn apart by them, even the bones are left. I hope that by then, You won't regret it."

Feng Mu walked calmly and slowly toward the door, his posture calm and elegant, and he even did not forget to politely close the door gently.

Although the captain's attitude was very rude, Feng Mu's attitude was always gentle and consistent, and he almost achieved the ultimate in treating others with courtesy.

As the crack in the door slowly closed, Feng Mu and Tian Tao's eyes met in the air for a moment.

Tian Tao looked at Feng Mu as if he was looking at a dead person, and threw the torn piece of cloth in his hand into the trash can. He mocked in his heart: "You naive and stupid guy, I'll wait to collect your body."

Feng Mu's face was still gentle, but there was a strange blood line hidden in his eyes, looming, as if he had foreseen in advance that the blood strip on Tian Tao's head had silently melted into a gray color.

When Feng Mu returned to the duty room, there was no one in the room.

He walked to the locker, opened the door gently, took out the thermos bucket placed outside, placed it gently on the table, and then unscrewed the lid.

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and a shocking line of handwriting appeared in his eyes - "Second addition of spoiled food (17/20)".

His face didn't show much surprise, he just sighed softly and took out a special plastic bag from his pocket.

The plastic bag is a specially made bag from "Hongya's Workshop". It is very airtight. It was originally used to hold some broken limbs. Now it is used by Feng Mu to hold leftovers. It can be regarded as an overuse of materials.

He carefully put the leftover food into a bag, tied the mouth of the bag tightly, then gently threw it into the washbasin under the bed, and then pushed it to the deepest part of the wall.

Feng Mu stood up, carried the thermos bucket out of the door, turned into the cafeteria, and put the thermos bucket and a pile of food basins and plates together. Later, special prisoners would collect them and use them to wash them clean.

That's the good thing about prisoners, as long as you are willing to give them a chance to work, they can do anything.

Although Feng Mu looked down on the second prison's efficiency in using prisoners, as he felt that these methods were too primitive and crude, he still admired the second prison's meticulous use of the prisoners in daily life.

Wash clothes, make clothes, make furniture, wash dishes, wash vegetables, mop the floor, scrub toilets, etc.

It can be said that any prisoner in the second prison who is released at random will definitely be a hard-working and multi-talented person.

Especially for labor in the cleaning and housekeeping market, it can cause a devastating blow and knock the price of the entire market to the floor.

While Wang Cong was dining, his eyes drifted to the door from time to time, as if waiting for something.

When Feng Mu's figure carrying a thermos bucket appeared in sight, he walked over calmly and threw the lunch box in his hand into the rinsing pool.

"Have you finished eating?" Wang Cong asked casually, with a hint of relaxation in his tone.

Feng Mu responded equally casually: "Well, I'm done eating."

Wang Cong nodded and walked toward the door while saying:

"It's finally Monday. I don't have to work the night shift tonight and can go home and have a good sleep. What about you, can you still hold on?"

Feng Mu moved his shoulders slightly, massaged his stiff cheeks, and showed a tired but determined expression:

"It's okay, I can still hold on. I'm particularly good at staying up late."

Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu's strong look and couldn't help but sigh:

"Who is really good at staying up late? Even a strong person will be exhausted even if he stays up for a few nights, not to mention you are not a strong person."

Feng Mu was very cooperative and gently rubbed his temples. How did Wang Cong know that if Feng Mu's skull had not seriously exceeded the iron content, or the force on his fingers that he could sometimes control and sometimes could not control, his temples would have been damaged a long time ago. It's flattened.

Feng Mu met Wang Cong's concerned eyes and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Captain Wang Cong, let me tell you a secret. I am really made of iron."

Wang Cong's heart skipped a beat, his ears suddenly perked up, but after hearing this, they dropped back and curled his lips in disapproval.

Wang Cong walked to the bathroom door, habitually took off the electric baton from his waist, handed it to Feng Mu, and then entered the toilet partition to drain the water.

He stood in front of the mirror, washing his hands carefully, and at the same time, he secretly glanced at Feng Mu standing at the door through the mirror. The latter seemed to be unaware and waited quietly.

Wang Cong took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the water drops on his hands, not leaving any corners untouched, until his hands were completely dry.

He then walked out of the bathroom, took back his electric baton, and then naturally took the one in Feng Mu's hand. The two electric batons looked exactly the same, but only Wang Cong knew the difference between them.

Feng Mu walked into the partition room and closed the door gently.

Wang Cong's eyes stayed on the door for three seconds, then turned around, turned his back to the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor, and quietly swapped the electric batons in his left and right hands.

The sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom

Feng Mu washed his hands in front of the mirror, then turned and walked to the door. Wang Cong had already considerately handed him a tissue.

"Wipe your hands." Wang Cong's voice was gentle and friendly

"Thank you." Feng Mu responded, his smile was polite and gentle.

He took the tissue and gently wiped each finger until there was no trace of water. Then he took the electric baton handed by Wang Cong and casually slung it across his waist.

Wang Cong stood at the door of the corridor, lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke rings, and asked Feng Mu:

"By the way, I always forgot to ask you, how is your family situation? Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

Feng Mu answered calmly:

"Yes, I have a sister who is in high school. She is a genius. The whole family has high hopes for her and believes and hopes that she will have a bright future."

"My father is the head of the police station. He was injured on duty recently and has been lying in the hospital for a while, but he should be able to be discharged soon."

"As for my mother, she is a woman with no opinion. It makes people pity."

Wang Cong listened carefully and remembered all this information in his heart. He took a deep sip. Cigarette butt, full of emotion:

"It sounds quite difficult, hey, Feng Mu, you taught me a lot, if I have the chance in the future, I must visit and thank my uncle and aunt."

Hearing this, Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong meaningfully, and sneered in his heart:

"Are you trying to resolve your inner guilt and betrayal in this way? It's really funny."

He remained calm and said calmly: "That's not necessary. Captain Wang Cong will thank me in the future. I will be filial and take care of my family myself."

"That's right!" Wang Cong pinched out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground casually, and then stepped on it hard with the sole of his shoe to ensure that the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.

This scene was clearly recorded by the surveillance camera in the corridor.

Tian Tao stood in the monitoring room, staring at the screen, and received the signal transmitted by Wang Cong.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the division chief Chang Wei: "Everything is ready, please instruct!"