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

The corpse next door is moved next door, which is the law of prison proximity.

Feng Mu calmly directed Chen Ya, Wang Jiao and other prisoners to carefully break up the scattered corpses, pick them up piece by piece, and then move the corpses to the incineration room in pairs.

This journey was very short, but it seemed to be extremely long. It was so long that Wang Jiao and other prisoners felt that they had gone through a long life, with obvious anxiety and impatience on their faces.

Feng Mu took in all their expressions and didn't say much.

When the door of the incineration room was pushed open, a heat wave hit their faces. The prisoners were covered in sweat. The blood in their bodies was fumigated by the heat wave, causing their eyes to gradually turn red, and the blood vessels on their faces to bulge and become ferocious.

As the last corpse was thrown into the incinerator, Feng Mu sighed slightly, looked around at the prisoners, and apologized gently: "Their deaths were ultimately due to my negligence, so, will you blame me?"

Chen Ya had already quietly walked around to the door, gently pulled the heavy iron door shut and locked it from the inside.

The prisoners saw that Feng Mu seemed to be unaware, as if he was still immersed in the feelings of guilt and self-blame for losing the prisoner, and they looked at each other cryptically.

Then they said almost in unison: "Prison Officer Feng, you are a good person, we don't blame you!"

Chi!

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was heard, and an unusually sharp toothbrush suddenly enlarged in Feng Mu's eyes.

The cold white toothbrush was held back by the tall and thin prisoner, and the bristles at the back end of the brush were shaking violently. Feng Mu saw with calm eyes that the green veins on the arm holding the toothbrush were bulging.

The tall and thin prisoner suddenly jumped up and let out a hoarse roar: "So, don't blame us."

At the same time, the two sturdy prisoners next to them also started to attack. One on the left and one on the right. One opened his arms and locked Feng Mu's waist tightly. The other quickly took action and quickly grabbed Feng Mu's waist. Electric batons.

Their eyes were equally crazy and ferocious, and their mouths roared like wild beasts: "We just want to live, ah ah ah ah -"

Wang Jiao and the remaining prisoners who were slow to respond also hurriedly followed.

Their palms spread out quickly, covered with sweat, and they tightly grasped the toothbrush that had slipped from their sleeves. They let out irregular but hoarse roars.

"Well, I don't blame you."

A group of chaotic and crazy roars were mixed into a cool and peaceful voice, just like pouring a basin of ice water into a pot of boiling oil, instantly arousing the smoke of the explosion.

No, it's not smoke, it's a black-red rain of blood, like the most violent rainstorm in autumn, pouring down, splattering and mercilessly covering everyone's hair, face and neck.

The wet and hot liquid, with the warmth of life and the cruelty of the end, made everyone present freeze instantly, frozen in place like a sculpture.

Their eyes seemed to be frozen by a remote control, terrified and unable to move away, staring straight at the tall and thin corpse in front of them.

The head of the corpse had exploded and disappeared, leaving only a neck as big as a bowl, exposed to the air, and blood shot out like a waterfall, bathing them.

The arm of the headless corpse was still raised stiffly, and the blood-stained toothbrush in his hand hovered a finger away from the calm and dull eyes, but it was like a chasm, unable to penetrate even one centimeter forward.

"If you want to live, you have to be prepared to die. This is how I got through it."

Feng Mu spoke softly, his voice revealing a calmness and understanding that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

"So I totally understand you."

Feng Mu slowly released his fingers, and tiny bone fragments and blood flowed intertwined. His expression was still calm, and his smile was still gentle and considerate.

Just as he spoke, he waved his arm slightly.

Before the strong prisoner hugging him could react, he felt as if he was hit by an invisible bulldozer. His entire body instantly lost its balance and flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

With a loud bang, his body slammed into the incinerator hatch behind him.

The hatch of the incinerator shook violently under the impact, and even dented an obvious pit.

The prisoner slowly slid to the ground in an extremely weird posture. His chest was completely flattened, as if he had turned into a bright red paper figure.

The faces of Wang Jiao and other prisoners turned pale as paper in an instant, and their heartbeats accelerated to the extreme, as if they were about to break free from their chests and go straight to their throats.

They were extremely frightened, their eyes fixed on Feng Mu's face that always had a gentle smile, but they could not feel any of the warmth and comfort of the past, and were replaced by an unfathomable chill.

The eyes behind that smile hid endless darkness and coldness, making them feel the trembling from their souls.

In the past, they felt that Prison Guard Feng looked like a good person, like a beam of light in the darkness. Now, they felt that Prison Guard Feng looked like a monster in human skin. Even the hot air in the incineration room was cooled around him, like It was an abyss that swallowed up all the light and heat.

"Sorry, I scared you. I can't control my strength very well, but don't worry, I will put your bodies together piece by piece later." Feng Mu said apologetically.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-go to hell ahhhhh-"

The strong prisoner screamed strangely, his face was distorted, and his eyes were full of madness and despair.

He suddenly grabbed the electric baton on Feng Mu's waist, pulled it hard, raised it high, and swung it down with a trembling arm, while pushing the voltage switch with his thumb.

Feng Mu took a half step back, with a strong admonition in his tone: "Didn't your mother teach you when you were a child not to touch other people's things?"

"What?" The sturdy prisoner felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the arc crackled and burst like a dancing silver snake.

Then, a thick arm spun and smashed on the wall next to it, leaving a charred mark on the white wall.

The baton that exploded from it broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, still crackling and flashing arcs. A burnt smell of meat filled the small room, stimulating everyone's sense of smell.

The sturdy prisoner let out a shrill howl of pain, and his other hand tightly covered the carbon-black arm gap. The wound was burnt and curled, which was shocking. The good news was that the bleeding had stopped.

He couldn't see the miserable state of his side face, but the prisoners beside him, such as Wang Jiao, could see it clearly.

The right side of his face was full of pits and pits, with black and red skin interlaced, and blood slowly seeping out of the wound, forming a horrible scene.

His right ear was almost gone, with only half of it left, hanging by a thin layer of skin, shaky.

The remaining half of Feng Mu's sentence reminded Shan Shan to come late: "It's very dangerous to touch other people's things!"