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

"Feng Mu, I'm here..."

As soon as the door opened, a hoarse and anxious cry rushed in, and then Wang Cong stumbled into his arms.

Wang Cong raised his head suddenly, his body instinctively retreated backwards, and broke free from the warm embrace.

His expression management was out of control, the muscles of his facial features solidified instantly, and the tears accumulated in the corners of his eyes could no longer be held back, bursting out like a flood:

"Feng Mu, you you you, you didn't..."

His words were blocked in his throat and he couldn't continue. He just stared at Feng Mu blankly, with a distorted expression in his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Feng Mu didn't seem to notice Wang Cong's abnormality, and still maintained that gentle smile, his voice calm and powerful: "Well, I'm not dead, so why are you crying?"

Wang Cong avoided Feng Mu's eyes with a guilty conscience and his eyes fell on the surroundings.

The incineration room that came into his eyes seemed to have been scribbled by a black and red brush. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all splashed with terrifying colors.

Those colors seemed to be given life, drawing static but warm images. They were presented in various strange and twisted postures, some lying on their backs, some leaning on their sides, and each image was telling a silent horror.

The first warm image was a corpse lying on its back on the ground. Its neck was broken, but its face was vividly frozen with the fear it had before its death.

"Chen Ya, the head of cell 211."

A name popped up in Wang Cong's mind. He glanced away and looked at the mutilated corpses with or without heads, subconsciously counting numbers in his heart.

"One, two, three,... eight, nine, nine bodies in total, all dead."

Wang Cong's eyes moved back and forth between the bodies on the ground. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his sight suddenly focused on the body whose right arm and even cheek were burnt as if attracted by a magnet.

Then, his eyes involuntarily slid to the side of the body, where there was an electric baton, which exploded and broke into two pieces.

Feng Mu seemed to sense Wang Cong's uneasiness. He stepped forward lightly, bent down and picked up the broken electric baton.

His movements were gentle and calm. Then, he turned to Wang Cong and explained slowly with a considerate smile:

"This electric baton suddenly exploded during use. Fortunately, the prisoner snatched it away in time, otherwise..."

Feng Mu did not continue to describe the terrible consequences that might happen, but gently patted Wang Cong's stiff shoulders, with a hint of relief and emotion in his tone:

"I'm so lucky. It feels like the gods are secretly blessing me. What do you think?"

Wang Cong's throat rolled and he swallowed hard. His reaction seemed a little slow, and he could only utter a vague "hmm".

His mind was confused, both because Feng Mu didn't die and why Feng Mu didn't die?

The electric baton didn't blow off his arm, which could be attributed to luck.

Why did the hallucinogen in the thermos bucket also fail to work? The reason behind this can't be attributed to luck.

What went wrong in the link? Was it because my plan was not thorough enough, was it because the medicine expired, or was it because Feng Mu's physique was special and could not absorb it, or was it because he was under the "hallucination" and forced to kill a group of prisoners?

Or, he didn't eat the food in the thermos at all, but I clearly saw that the thermos was empty. The reason behind this is terrifying.

All kinds of uncertainties that he couldn't figure out made Wang Cong's heart churn, and his brain boiled into a pot of porridge.

"So, does Feng Mu know now that I drugged his food and replaced his electric baton?"

"Does he really know nothing, or has he seen through everything and is just playing along with me?"

Wang Cong was in a state of confusion. His eyes fell on the messy and bloody scene in front of him again, and he was so panicked that he wanted to die.

The temperature in the incineration room was already unbearable. At this moment, his clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.

"Wipe off the sweat."

Feng Mu took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed them to Wang Cong generously.

The latter was sweating too much, and a pack of tissues was not enough for him to wipe.

Wang Cong subconsciously took the tissue and looked up to meet Feng Mu's clean smiling face without a drop of blood. When they looked into each other's eyes, the latter's eyes were still calm and gentle.

Just like yesterday, just like the day before, just like the first time they met.

However, Wang Cong's heart had undergone earth-shaking changes. He did not feel a trace of warmth. On the contrary, he felt that the gentler the face was, the more gloomy he felt.

Although the air around him was so hot that it could almost steam people, Wang Cong's soles had waves of cold currents going up the current, as if there was a cold corpse, using its cold palm to slowly climb along his trouser legs, slide over his thighs, pass over his spine, and touch his crown.

"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Cong's body shivered involuntarily. He hurriedly pulled out the tissue and lowered his head to wipe the sweat from his forehead vigorously.

The strange thing is that the more Wang Cong wiped, the more sweat flowed from his forehead. No matter how hard he wiped, he couldn't wipe it clean.

The prison guards who came in one after another looked at the tragic scene in the crematorium. Even though their hands were stained with blood and they were used to seeing broken limbs and corpses, their faces changed slightly at this moment.

It was because Feng Mu's clothes and face were too clean, and his expression was too calm and gentle. It was easy for people to mistakenly think that Feng Mu had just walked in with them from outside.

But in fact, the bloody painting in front of him was clearly drawn by him.

The eyes of the prison guards looking at Feng Mu suddenly changed. There was surprise, doubt, and even a little bit of awe that was hard to detect.

Feng Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the changing eyes, and then showed everyone his usual gentle smile.

"Please be careful with your feet, don't step on the body. After Qin, the forensic doctor, performs an autopsy, please help carry it into the furnace and burn it intact."

Feng Mu looked around at everyone present, bowed slightly, showing good upbringing and politeness,

"I'm sorry, I've caused trouble for everyone."

The prison guards nodded with different expressions, and then looked at each other quietly, as if to say - which idiot is spreading rumors and slandering the new prison guard as a soft egg who is gentle and polite?

Well, he is indeed gentle and polite, but he is not soft at all!

After half bowing, Feng Mu walked towards the stunned Qin Liang and said in a gentle voice:

"I'm sorry to add to the workload of Forensic Doctor Qin. I feel bad inside, but I still ask Forensic Doctor Qin to give them a good report. When I get out of prison, I will definitely treat Forensic Doctor Qin to a meal to thank him."

Qin Liang opened his mouth, and two scenes kept flashing back in his mind. One was Qian Huan's earnest advice in the warden's office just now, and the other was Feng Mu's warning when he first met him.

"Warden Qian told me to act this scene as realistically as possible. Yes, I have already thought about how to act it, but Feng Mu is not dead at all. The script given by the warden is completely wrong. How should I act it?"

"Also, what did I warn Feng Mu about before? Yes, I remember now. I warned him that there are no good people in the second prison and no one can be trusted. I also promised that if he died, I would definitely give him a beautiful report?"

Qin Liang realized that he was going to break his promise, and he broke his promise twice at once. He looked at Feng Mu with tears in his eyes.

"I have seen corpses in prison for a lifetime, but I can't even see the living people. It seems that I really should retire." Qin Liang was extremely anxious.

When he looked at Feng Mu again at this moment, he felt that he was a butcher standing in a bloody slaughterhouse, but other butchers were bloody, while Feng Mu stood in the corner in a clean outfit, making people inadvertently ignore the boning knife hidden in his sleeve.

"Okay, no problem. It's my duty to do the autopsy, but you don't have to eat."

Qin Liang wiped the cold sweat on his bald forehead, grinned and rejected Feng Mu's kindness, Feng Mu smiled indifferently.

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Book recommendation~ "Fraud Game"

Sci-fi infinite dark story, the protagonist is absolutely rational, calculating and deceiving everyone. The beginning may be slow, in order to pass the review, the victim's perspective of the supporting role is used. In the fourteenth chapter, the first big world copy is officially entered, and the rhythm is up, blowing up the subway, gambling on Black Jack, chasing and escaping... climaxes one after another, it is worth a look.