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

Crazy laughter echoed in the room, like a crow's cry, full of twisted joy and pain.

Tian Tao's movement of picking up the rotten meat suddenly froze. He watched resentfully as Wang Cong knocked away two frightened prison guards and stumbled towards the corridor.

"What are you doing standing still? Go call the prison doctor!"

Tian Tao carefully held a few pieces of shredded rotten meat in his hands and roared at the two prison guards in a muffled voice.

The two prison guards were stunned for a moment before they realized that Tian Tao was not talking about forensic doctor Qin Liang, but the medical staff in the prison.

They almost forgot that the second prison is also equipped with a prison doctor, because very few people usually use it.

The two ran away quickly and came back after a long time, followed by a 200-pound prison doctor.

There is no way, the work in the second prison is too leisurely. The prisoners and prison guards here are basically not sick from birth to death, which is very worry-free.

Since being transferred to the second prison, the prison doctor has rarely made a few visits throughout the year. Day after day, he only eats and sleeps every day. It is difficult for a simple-minded person not to gain weight.

Tian Tao stared at the prison doctor, carefully spread out his palm, and asked: "Can you recover?"

The prison doctor covered his eyes in disgust and said angrily: "Hey, it's disgusting. Take it away quickly."

Tian Tao's face trembled with anger, and he asked without giving up: "Can you sew it?"

The prison doctor shook his head unceremoniously, then took out alcohol gauze and hemostatic spray, and slapped it roughly on Tian Tao's face.

His movements were rough and fast. Within two or three minutes, Tian Tao's entire face was wrapped into a mummy shape.

"You can stay in the prison to sleep tonight. I will also stay in the prison tonight. If you get inflammation and pus, call me." After saying this, the prison doctor turned around and left with a heavy step.

Tian Tao clenched his fist tightly with one hand, and the rotten meat in his hand turned into juice. Then he squeezed it into the cup and stuffed it into his throat with hatred.

……..

Wang Cong staggered across the corridor and trotted all the way to the bathroom. He washed his face in a hurry and tidied up his appearance a little.

Afterwards, he hurried to the warden's office, but was stopped by the prison guards from the security department in front of the laser tunnel leading to the office.

The prison guard blocking the road looked at Wang Cong with contempt, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Warden Qian, I don't have time to see you today, go back."

Wang Cong's heart suddenly sank. At this moment, he looked up and saw Qian Huan walking out of the office.

He called out hurriedly, but Qian Huan just turned his head slightly, glanced at him sideways, and then withdrew his indifferent eyes like discarded shoes.

The prison guard blocking the road sneered: "Wang Cong, I'm not telling you, do you understand the rules? The warden has to deal with many things every day. You, a little prison guard, have to report to the warden in advance if you want to see him."

Wang Cong could no longer hear any of the prison guard's words in his ears. It was as if there was an angry lava gushing violently in his chest.

Just now, when he was beaten by Tian Tao, he didn't feel as angry as he did now.

Wang Cong turned around, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his face was livid from holding back, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged with anger, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

He really couldn't understand why?

The warden obviously admired his pleasant appearance when he heard that he had surrendered that day. Why did his face suddenly change today, and he felt like he was dirty even if he looked at him more than once?

"Is it just because Feng Mu is not dead?! I am dirty, but warden, are you clean?"

Wang Cong really couldn't understand the twists and turns. Although he had turned a little dark, he was still an inconspicuous little person. Even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't imagine how dirty the intestines of a big shot could be. dirty.

That was 100 times darker than him, and even more filthy darkness!

Wang Cong wanted to rush over desperately, but the flashing red light on the top of the laser tunnel extinguished his anger. Then, the buzzing vibration in his pants pocket brought him back to reality from his violent imagination.

Wang Cong numbly took out his phone and opened the text message.

——Your bank account has been credited with 413,000, and the payment description is: house mortgage.

Wang Cong's eyes were dull for a moment, and then, as if he thought of something, he quickly called the bank to inquire.

A cold female voice came from the phone: Hello sir, the house is mortgaged by Ms. Liu Xiujuan in our bank, and the remittance account is in your name.

Wang Cong's ears were ringing, and his mind was filled with his mother's last phone call with him.

"It's okay, son. Your father won't blame you, and neither will your mother. It's because your parents are incompetent. They have been working around for a lifetime. In the end, they are just low-level citizens and can't help you. But parents will never delay. Your hind legs.”

"Son, just feel free to climb up and don't worry about anything. As long as you can change your own destiny, your mother will be happy, and your father will rest in peace even if he dies."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Mom will go to the hospital to see your dad one last time. You work well in prison. If the money is not enough, tell mom. Mom will sell the house and sell the money to get the money for you. come out."

"Okay, my son has been the most filial since he was a child. Mom believes in you. Mom is waiting for that day. When the time comes, I will bury mom and your dad together. Just think about it and you will be happy."

Wang Cong stood there in despair, suddenly turned around and ran away nervously. As he ran, he kept repeating: "Hospital, hospital, 24 hours a day!"

….

On the street diagonally opposite the entrance of the Fourth Hospital.

A dozen prison guards in plain clothes walked slowly into a restaurant on the street.

Suddenly, Deng Wei pointed at the opposite side with sharp eyes and said uncertainly: "Hey, is that Wang Cong at the door of the hospital?"

Several prison guards turned their heads in unison and looked over there, only to see a figure running hurriedly. Although the back was blurry, the uniform was the prison guard's signature outfit.

Qin Liang's pupils shrank slightly, and he glanced at Feng Mu and asked with a smile: "Don't you call Wang Cong for dinner? Feng Mu, I remember you two were the closest in the second prison, right?"

Feng Mu retracted his gaze towards the hospital, and a complex feeling flashed across his face::

"I thought I was very close to him, but he might not think so of me. Oh, forget it, don't call him, let's eat by ourselves."

Qin Liang just mentioned it, and didn't ask any more questions. The group followed Feng Mu into the private room on the second floor.

At the same time, Wang Cong stood in the morgue of the hospital. In front of him lay a corpse he had never seen before. He completely collapsed.

He stared at the female nurse next to him with wide eyes, and shouted: "Where is my mother? Where is she? Where is she?"

The female nurse looked at Wang Cong's cannibalistic eyes, but she seemed very calm, and there was no fluctuation in her tone:

"Sir, you are too late. Your mother's body has been sent to the incinerator three hours ago."

Wang Cong panted, his nails deeply clenched into the flesh of his palm.

The female nurse still had that professional smile on her face. While checking the records on the tablet, she asked lightly:

"However, your father is still receiving treatment in our hospital. Excuse me, do you need to handle his discharge procedures now?"