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

The atmosphere in the office is slightly depressing.

Qin Liang thought about it and finally did not reveal to Qian Huan that Feng Mu was investigating his home address.

On the one hand, Qin Liang was wary of Feng Mu, and he planned to go and hear what Feng Mu was going to do before making any arguments;

On the other hand, Qin Liang also had to be wary of Qian Huan. He was also afraid that if he was not careful, he would be used as an outcast by the scheming warden in the blink of an eye.

Qin Liang only mentioned the news that Feng Mu invited his colleagues to a dinner and also invited himself.

This news cannot be hidden, and there is no need to hide it.

Qian Huan obviously knew the news from elsewhere. There was no surprise on his expression, and he just said in a light tone:

"It's only right to treat everyone to a meal after the disaster. Since Feng Mu has already sent you an invitation, Medical Doctor Qin, just go and attend."

Qin Liangming nodded, and then expressed his loyalty appropriately: "I will pay attention to Feng Mu's words and deeds at the wine table, and I will report to you in detail when I come back."

Qian Huan was very satisfied with Qin Liang's attitude, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Qin Liang noticed that Qian Huan's attitude was quite friendly, so he cautiously asked:

"Since Feng Mu is not dead, what will the warden do with Feng Mu next, and what will Li Bashan do..."

Qian Huan originally planned to use an abandoned son to activate Li Bashan and take it for himself, turning it into a knife in his hand.

But now that the abandoned son is still alive, the first step of the plan has been aborted. Qian Huan also feels a little headache and has to reconsider a new strategy.

He pondered for a long time, then suddenly changed the topic and asked: "Forensic Doctor Qin, have you ever played chess?"

Qin Liang was speechless for a moment and was a little surprised: "Chess?"

Qian Huan: "This game was popular in the last era. It was also popular in the upper city for a while, but in our lower city, there are really not many people playing it."

Qin Liangming nodded: "I seem to have heard of it. It seems to be somewhat similar to martial arts chess?"

Qian Huan smiled, not caring whether Qin Liang could understand, and simply explained: "This chess board is made up of nine vertical and ten horizontal lines, with a horizontal line in the middle, which means the river boundary between the enemy and ourselves."

"There are seven types of chess pieces on the chessboard: generals, chariots, artillery, and pawns. Each type of chess piece has its corresponding characteristics and usage."

Qin Liang didn't know why, so he just nodded in agreement.

Qian Huan continued: "Li Bashan is the car I chose. He can kill a thousand people with one man. He goes on a rampage and kills people, which is the most devastating."

Qian Huan sighed: "And there is another piece on the chessboard, called a pawn."

"When the pawn has not crossed the river, it can only walk straight. It is stiff and stiff like a puppet, so it often acts as a bait to move forward, or launches a suicidal charge to redeem the pawn."

Qin Liang understood now. Isn't this the value of an abandoned son? He praised: "So, Feng Mu is the pawn?!"

Qian Huan nodded first and then shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "He should have been, but since he has found a way to survive, it is like a pawn crossing the river boundary. In chess terms, this is called 'passing'. River soldiers'.

Although Qin Liang didn't fully understand the meaning, he couldn't help but repeat it: "Pawns crossing the river?"

Qian Huan explained: "The pawn crossed the river and survived the first round of exchange, and his usage changed. Not only can he move forward bravely, he can also walk sideways."

Qian Huan paused and said quietly: "Therefore, there is a saying in chess - 'A pawn crossing a river can be used as half a rook'."

Qin Liang looked at Qian Huan in surprise. He originally thought that Qian Huan would continue to plot how to get rid of Feng Mu, but after thinking about it, he realized that he might have thought wrong.

The warden had no deep grudge against Feng Mu. He wanted to get rid of him, but he had other motives. Since the plan failed, there was really no need to be too persistent or depressed.

He asked: "So, Qian Yu, are you planning to take Feng Mu under your control?"

Qian Huan smiled slightly and confirmed Qin Liang's guess: "If you don't have a car, it would be a good idea to get half a car and use it first."

Qin Liang: "Can Feng Mu be obedient?"

Qian Huan said confidently: "Promise him to be reused and lure him with big profits. This method may not work for Li Bashan, but it will definitely work for Feng Mu."

Although Qian Huan could not speculate on how Feng Mu broke the situation, judging from the results, Feng Mu should have a very active mind and be ambitious.

Qin Liang agreed with Qian Huan's judgment, but he just had doubts: "However, Warden Qian, regarding the hallucinogen matter, aren't you worried that Feng Mu will hold a grudge because of it?"

Qian Huan said indifferently: "Isn't Feng Mu not dead? Since he is not dead, if he is smart enough, he will not bear grudge against me, the warden."

Qian Huan grinned and said: "And if he is not smart enough, it would be better. The person who poisoned is Wang Cong, the person who bought the poison is Tian Tao, the person who instigated behind the scenes is Chang Wei and Zhou Fu, and the person who instigated the poison is Wang Cong. Not on my head.”

Qin Liang looked at the confident smile on Qian Huan's face, and couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart: "What this means is that he is ready to push Wang Cong out as an abandoned son at any time."

Recalling that just now he had praised Wang Cong for his bright future, Qin Liang felt his teeth tremble:

"Co-author, Qian Prison, your job every day in the office is to observe who is more suitable to be an outcast in the second prison? First it is Feng Mu, then Wang Cong, then whose turn will it be next?"

Maybe the explosion-proof glass was too thick and he couldn't see clearly the sweat on Qin Liang's forehead. Qian Huan didn't pay much attention to the insecurity rising in Qin Liang's heart.

He bent down and pulled out a crumpled resume from the bottom of the drawer, revealing a one-inch photo of Feng Mu who looked calm and composed.

Qian Huan's eyes stayed on the photo for a moment, and then murmured to himself:

"I just don't know if this knife is sharp enough in my hand. How many heads can it cut off?"

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At the same time, Tian Tao grabbed Wang Cong's collar tightly and pressed his head against the wall. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he gritted his teeth and asked:

"Say! Did you betray us?"

Wang Cong's forehead was scratched, and the bleeding skin adhered to the wall. He struggled painfully, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and firm:

"I don't."

Tian Tao obviously didn't believe his sophistry and said angrily:

"You didn't? Then how do you explain that Feng Mu is not dead? He doesn't look like someone who has taken hallucinogens at all. Did you not take the drug, or did he not take it at all?"

Tian Tao has taken hallucinogens himself and has seen others take them. He knows what the state of awakening is. In short, it cannot be the state that Feng Mu was in just now.

Wang Cong also felt aggrieved and angry. He also wanted to know why. He roared in a low voice: "He ate it. I saw that his thermos bucket was empty."

Tian Tao smiled evilly: "Oh, he ate it, then it can only be because you didn't take the medicine."

Outside the corridor, two prison guards were waiting in front of the office door, and the roars and screams from inside could be heard from time to time.

Suddenly, a different howl of pain pierced the air. The sound was sharp and deformed, startling the two prison guards, and they immediately pushed open the office door.

The scene behind the door made the two prison guards so horrified that they could hardly breathe - Tian Tao fell to the ground and covered his cheek with one hand. Blood slowly seeped out from the gaps between his fingers and turned red bit by bit. The cold ground.

Wang Cong fell aside. His clothes were covered with messy footprints, and he had obviously been kicked.

The corners of his mouth were twisted, swollen and bruised. His smile stretched nervously to his ears, and he let out bursts of hysterical laughter. A large piece of flesh and two broken teeth stained with blood came out of his mouth.

Tian Tao looked at the spitted flesh and blood on the ground, and screamed in shock and anger: "How dare you fight back, how dare you bite me?"

The pupils of the two prison guards shrank sharply. They watched helplessly as Tian Tao reached out to grab the scattered rotten meat, and then exposed the shocking left side of his face.

That half of the face was covered with deep bite marks, and the flesh and blood were so bloody that they could almost see the bones. They could even clearly see through the bite marks and see the bloody tongue and teeth in his mouth. The sight was enough to make people never forget it. .

Wang Cong stood up tremblingly, looked down at Tian Tao who was lying on the ground picking up rotten meat, and laughed like a madman: "If you dare to bully me again, I will bite you to death!"