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

Tian Tao stood in the bathroom, staring at the gauze-wrapped face in the mirror, with flames burning in his eyes.

Crash--

Suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the cubicle.

The prison guard on duty was adjusting the belt around his waist while casually glancing at Tian Tao in front of the mirror.

As soon as his eyes made contact, he immediately lowered his head. He cautiously said hello, and then quickly left the bathroom.

Tian Tao still stood silently in front of the mirror, with a faint blush seeping under the layer of white gauze. His cheek muscles twitched from time to time. Although the pain was severe, it was far less than the humiliation deep in his heart.

"He doesn't dare to look at me?"

"Why doesn't he dare to look at me?"

"Is he afraid of me?"

"Still..."

Tian Tao's heart was pricked by countless needles, and every breath he took felt like he was enduring horrific torture.

His short but strong body was trembling uncontrollably, and his hands tightly grasped the cold edge of the sink, his fingers turning livid from excessive exertion.

In the past, he was the captain who was as fierce as a calf. Although he was short in stature, he was a giant in spirit.

He was very sure that all the prisoners and prison guards in the prison area under his jurisdiction looked at him with awe.

But today, in the afternoon, when he was thrown to the ground by Wang Cong, biting his cheek like a mad dog, howling in fear, and then his face was wrapped in gauze, Tian Tao felt that everyone in the prison area was looking at him His eyes became strange.

"Although they all have calm expressions and still greet me respectfully, do they think I can't see the contempt hidden in their eyes?"

"They are laughing at me!!!"

Tian Tao's teeth were grinding so hard that he slowly walked out of the bathroom. He looked up at the red-lighted electronic eyes above his head, as if he could see the mocking faces hiding behind the monitoring screen and gloating about his misfortune.

Tian Tao suddenly turned his head and stared at the cell next to him. The cell was next to the door, and a prisoner who was drowsing suddenly opened his eyes as if he felt something.

In a daze, he saw a terrifying white head without facial features on the square iron window on the door, only revealing a pair of gloomy and terrifying eyes staring at him.

His body wrapped in the quilt shivered with fright, and he almost screamed, thinking he had hit a ghost.

After reacting, he suddenly covered his mouth with his hands and realized that it was just a face covered with gauze.

"He's laughing at me?!!"

“Even the prisoners dare to laugh at me??”

Tian Tao watched the prisoner cover his mouth to hide his laughter, and steam came out of his head. He took out the key from his pocket, opened the cell door, and stepped in.

soon.

The screams echoed in the cell, awakening the prisoners on the bunks.

They looked at Tian Tao in horror, waving his fists like a madman and hitting the inmate's face hard again and again.

This time, Tian Tao did not use an electric baton, but chose to use his fists to feel the softness of flesh and blood.

Under his fist, the flesh gradually sunk in and the skin turned outward, presenting a heart-stopping sight. Tian Tao seemed to be enjoying the pleasure brought by this power, and his bones seemed to become hard again.

"Are you afraid of me?" Tian Tao asked angrily.

"Ah, you're afraid of me!"

His roar was full of madness and ferocity, and the white gauze was dyed scarlet. It was impossible to tell whether it was the blood on the prisoner's face or the black blood oozing from the wounds torn by Tian Tao's own laughter, forming a picture. A terrifying and chaotic scene.

The prisoner never had time to answer Tian Tao's questions until his death, but his sunken face seemed to have given Tian Tao the answer he wanted.

He let go of the corpse on the ground and looked at the trembling prisoners standing in a row against the wall, and suddenly felt that everything felt right again.

He stepped out of the cell door refreshed and raised his bloody "head" high. He glanced at the electronic eye above his head, then squinted at the patrolling prison guard in the distance, laughed a few times, and walked back to the duty room.

The prisoners in the cell lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at his leaving figure.

In the corridor, the patrolling prison guards subconsciously avoided Tian Tao's gaze.

At this moment, the red light of the electronic eye above the head seemed to pause for a moment, and the number of frames on the surveillance screen suddenly dropped a lot.

At this unnoticed moment, a blurry shadow appeared in the corridor, and a blurry mosaic appeared on the surveillance screen.

This shadow seemed like a fleeting ghost, following Tian Tao silently and entering the door of the duty room together.

Tian Tao sat back on the bed, picked up the quilt, and randomly wiped the remaining blood on his hands.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and called Chang Wei again.

——The phone you dialed has been turned off, please call again later.

The mechanical female voice on the other end of the phone made Tian Tao frown, and he hung up the phone impatiently.

He glanced at the call records. The records showed that he had made more than a dozen calls to Chang Wei since the afternoon, but the call was never connected.

After thinking about it, Tian Tao lowered his head and clicked on the text message interface, then pressed the virtual keyboard to start editing the text message content:

District Chief Chang, something unexpected happened, Wang Cong betrayed us, Feng Mu is not dead, please hurry up...

Click, click, click, the sound of keyboard tapping suddenly stopped, and Tian Tao's fingertips froze in the air.

His heart skipped a beat, and he was horrified to find that on the phone screen, which was glowing with a cold blue light, there were two, half-overlapping faces.

One was a red face wrapped in gauze, and the other was...

"There was another person in the room besides me?!!"

This thought exploded in Tian Tao's mind. His whole body stiffened, and he slowly raised his neck. In front of him appeared a slightly feminine and neutral face, with a pair of expressionless eyes staring coldly at him.

That face seemed familiar. He had seen it in the afternoon. At that time, "he" was lying quietly on the cold ground of the incinerator, mixed with those incomplete corpses.

Tian Tao's heart suddenly tightened and almost stopped beating. His voice was trembling undisguisedly: "Chen Ya?"

His eyes were wide open, almost jumping out of their sockets, staring at the familiar face in front of him, and then looking at the close-fitting prison uniform that the other person was still wearing. After confirming that he had not recognized the wrong person, he suddenly felt a chill rising from his spine like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout his body.

If, if you must describe his horror at this moment, it would probably be like the horror of the prisoner who saw himself wrapped in gauze through the iron window just now?

Chen Ya ignored Tian Tao's horror. He reached out and used two fingers to gently pinch the phone in Tian Tao's hand, gently lifted it up, and after glancing at the content of the text message, he said intriguingly:

"Are you sure you want to send this text message as your last words, um, to another dead person?"