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

"Forensic Doctor Qin, please pay special attention to Feng Mu's blood components when conducting an autopsy. If you detect..."

Qian Huan's words paused for a moment, and his eyes turned to the figure who had just walked in.

The latter calmly took out a small, delicate bottle from his pocket, which contained a shallow layer of transparent liquid.

He gently handed the bottle to Qin Liang's hand, and at the same time supplemented Qian Huan's words:

"The Q-14 delayed hallucinogen is colorless, non-toxic and odorless. After taking it, if it transports Qi and blood, it will stimulate an ecstatic feeling, as if you are in a dreamland."

Qin Liang took the glass bottle, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the meticulously dressed young prison guard in front of him. With a hint of inquiry in his voice, he asked:

"I remember that you have been very close to Feng Mu in the past two days. If I remember correctly, your name seems to be Wang Cong, right?"

After Wang Cong handed over the bottle with both hands, he gently took it back, stood up straight, and admitted, "Mr. Qin has a good memory."

Qin Liang sighed slightly and said: "Thankfully, I reminded Feng Mu that no one in the second prison is trustworthy. It seems that he didn't listen. But aren't you the person Chang Wei sent to Feng Mu on purpose? Why? meeting……"

Qin Liang's eyes moved back and forth between Wang Cong and Qian Huan, with some doubts in his eyes.

The corners of Wang Cong's mouth raised slightly, revealing a gentle and calm smile, and he said slowly:

"Physician Qin has a good eye. In the beginning, my approach to Feng Mu was indeed arranged by Chang Wei, but later on, I suddenly woke up and abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side."

Qian Huan spoke at the right moment, his tone revealing his admiration for Wang Cong:

"It is precisely because of Wang Cong's betrayal that we were able to gain insight into the sinister plans brewing secretly in the light prison area, and we were able to obtain evidence that they poisoned their own prison guards so easily."

After hearing this, Qin Liang suddenly became enlightened. He patted Wang Cong on the shoulder and couldn't help but praise:

"Wang Cong, Wang Cong, as his name suggests, he is a smart man. In the second prison, your future will be bright."

Wang Cong maintained a humble attitude and replied: "Nowhere, all of this is the result of Warden Qian's wise leadership and strategizing."

Qin Liang was stunned for a moment, and then turned his gaze to Qian Huan. The bottle in his hand was shaking gently, and he asked tentatively: "Why, is there a story in this?"

Qian Huan knew that the next plan required Qin Liang's cooperation and support, so he did not hide it. Instead, he smiled softly and said frankly:

"Q-14 delayed hallucinogen, this is the latest batch of refreshing water developed by Shengguang Pharmaceutical Company. The production is extremely limited, and it is almost difficult to find one on the market."

"Tian Tao is just a prison captain, does he deserve to buy such a rare thing? I specially arranged the manpower to let it flow into his hands."

Forensic doctor Qin Liang had already sided with the warden, but at this moment he also felt a chill at the warden's deep and unpredictable intentions.

How to say it?

Qin Liang has been in the second prison for half his life, and what he has always seen are traceable strategies, or the behavior of bad guys on the surface.

but,

The insidiousness of the warden, Qian Huan, is a kind of soft and silent evil. It feels like a high-end gameplay has been injected into the low-end evil of the second prison.

"It's no wonder that people in our prison system can't compete with those in the corporate world outside. It's too shady."

Forensic doctor Qin Liang took a deep breath, and an urge to treat the illness surged in his heart.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and thought to himself:

"The version of the prison has been quietly upgraded. Old guys like me who were in the previous version should probably get out in time and make room for young people, so as not to be in the eyes of anyone and have their bones and dregs eaten. Even after wiping it off, I can’t even react.”

Qian Huan saw that Qin Liang didn't say anything for a while, and frowned slightly: "Why, does Medical Examiner Qin think there is anything wrong?"

Qin Liang suddenly came back to his senses, and his attitude became more and more respectful: "No, I understand. I will go over and do an autopsy on Feng Mu now."

Qian Huan glanced down at the time on his phone, then glanced at Wang Cong, and asked lightly: "How long have you been in there?"

Wang Cong knew what Qian Huan was asking, and he immediately replied: "When I came over, Feng Mu was leading a few prisoners into the incineration room. Calculating the time, it should be about the same."

The words just fell.

From the other end of the corridor, in the direction of the light prison area, a shrill alarm sounded faintly.

Qian Huan listened to the piercing alarm, but it was like listening to the horn of a charge. His whole aura changed, and he became more and more powerful like a warden.

He waved his hands to the two of them and said, "Go ahead, remember to make this scene more realistic."

Qin Liang nodded and turned around. As soon as he took a step, he saw Wang Cong pulling the door and rushing out like lightning.

As he passed by, Qin Liang could clearly see that a layer of tears had silently accumulated in Wang Cong's scarlet eyes, as if the tears would burst out in the next second, offering tears for the unfortunate death of his friend. I cried heartbreakingly.

….

Let fate help us gently turn the minute hand of time back to 7 minutes ago.

At that time, Tian Tao's mobile phone screen lit up, and a few short words appeared on the screen: "Send him off!"

He put down his cell phone, with a ferocious smile on his lips, and slowly pulled out the electric baton from his arms.

He moved his thick neck, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and he opened the door aggressively, followed closely by two prison guards.

The footsteps in the corridor were rapid and heavy, revealing an undisguised murderous intent.

In cell No. 211, Wang Jiao and several other prisoners who had not eaten all day, and the prisoners who deliberately had empty stomachs, began to breathe quickly.

Chen Ya quietly sat cross-legged on the hard bed and opened her eyes calmly.

There was a harsh "Zila" sound, and the electric gate of the cell next door was opened.

The eight or nine prisoners in the next cell were also managed and paid by Feng Mu.

The next second.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of electric arcs, one after another miserable howls echoed in the corridor, making every prison guard stop and look sideways, and also making the scalps of the prisoners in other cells numb.

The screams lasted for a full minute before gradually becoming fainter and silent.

When Feng Mu heard the noise and hurried over, what he saw was corpses scattered on the ground. Every face was mercilessly smashed out of shape, and blood flowed across the room, dyeing the whole room a dazzling red.

Tian Tao stood in the center of the room, surrounded by deformed corpses at his feet. He mercilessly waved the electric baton in his hand, shaking off the red and white mixture on it. Half of his face was covered in blood.

He looked fiercely at Feng Mu and said cruelly:

"I'll help you collect the money you can't collect. Remember, your kindness can't help these prisoners. It will only kill them and yourself."

Feng Mu slowly looked around and saw that many prison guards in the corridor were looking at him and talking in low voices, with sarcastic smiles or cold disdain on their faces.

Feng Mu adjusted his facial bones slightly, and his usually gentle expression became colder and became stiff and ugly.

Feng Mu stared at Tian Tao and said in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Prisons should also have the lowest level of fairness and justice. Prisoners also have the most basic value of survival. You have to pay a price for depriving their lives so cheaply and uselessly."

"cost?"

Tian Tao's eyebrows twitched, and a piece of sticky meat fell to his lips. He licked it gently and swallowed it casually. He sarcastically said,

"What price? Will they make me pay with my life, or will you make me pay with my life?"

Feng Mu seemed to be speechless by Tian Tao's rebuke. He remained silent and just looked at the increasingly dim blood bar on Tian Tao's head with an expressionless face.

Seeing that Feng Mu dared to be angry but did not speak out, Tian Tao felt extremely happy. He laughed loudly and said, "I collected the money for you. You can handle the body yourself."

Feng Mu watched Tian Tao leave and turned to look at the cell next door, 211. One after another, faintly dimmed health bars appeared in his eyes...