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

Gong Qi laughed heartily, and then said slightly worriedly:

"But if you do this, I'm afraid the warden will feel uncomfortable. If he can't bear it and is pulled off the chair, how will you deal with it?"

Although Gong Qi still didn't understand what the junior brother was planning, he could see clearly that the junior brother was now on the warden's side.

If the junior brother never solves the case, he will be trying to discredit the warden.

Gong Qi was naturally not worried about the warden himself. He was worried that the junior brother might get burned if he played too much.

Feng Mu shrugged and smiled: "Senior Brother's worries are not unreasonable. Therefore, Junior Brother will reveal the murderer in a few days to cheer up our warden."

Gong Qi was stunned: "Wouldn't the case be solved just by throwing the murderer out?"

Feng Mu's smile widened even more, he quickened his pace, and at the same time easily answered his senior brother's doubts:

"Who stipulated that this case can only have one murderer? How can one person carry such a major and vicious case? It only makes sense that it must have been committed by a gang.

Therefore, catching a murderer is just the tip of the iceberg, and the fun has just begun. "

Gong Qi's eyes were so bright that they seemed to shine. Now that he had volunteered in vain, he stuck to his junior brother like a dog-skin plaster. The following days were going to be interesting.

What Gong Qi didn't know was that his junior brother only said half of what he said to him and left half behind.

The remaining half was: adding gas was not enough, he had to give the warden a can of oil first, the kind of oil that would ignite instantly and explode with a bang! ! !

In Feng Mu's eyes, prison warden Qian Huan was really forced to death this time.

After all, the entire death row area is about to be cleared. There are hundreds of lives in this black pot, and it is by no means a simple matter that can be brushed off or washed away in a few words.

Even if Feng Mu solves the case and uncovers one, no, even if he uncovers ten murderers, it may not be enough.

The only way to break this deadlock is to really... "die" once!

Feng Mu retracted his thoughts and walked up to the "Wang Cong" group. Without waiting for them to speak, he greeted everyone cordially in a calm and gentle tone.

He called everyone's name accurately and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on their clothes, just like he had done to Wang Cong.

"I am Feng Mu. You will be working under me for a long time in the future. I ask for your cooperation and guidance in the future."

"Maybe you don't know much about me, but I know something about each of you."

"I know that your life in the second prison is not easy. Your bosses and colleagues are not friendly towards you. Some even regard you as useless waste."

Feng Mu said the opening remarks calmly while helping everyone tidy up their clothes.

His speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, there was no sonorous passion, nor was it mixed with ridicule or sarcasm. He was just stating a fact very calmly.

For a person who has been suppressed for too long and is suppressed with anger in his heart, chicken blood or ridicule will only be counterproductive. On the contrary, calmness is the power they need most.

Just like cold people will take the initiative to approach the fire. What you lack the most is what you desire the most. The same is true for these people. They will be unconsciously attracted by peace.

At first, they may just cast their gaze, but gradually, they may try to get closer, until finally, like moths to a flame, they are deeply attracted by the tranquility and cannot extricate themselves.

Feng Mu is very experienced in this regard. He has already created a successful example. All he has to do now is to popularize this successful experience to more people in need.

Following Feng Mu's calm statement, all the "Wang Congs" naturally focused their attention on him.

They were in the second prison, but they were suppressed and excluded, but they were not deaf or blind, so they all knew Feng Mu and knew that this man was the new prison guard, and in a very short period of time, he became the high priority of the warden Qian Huan. people.

Unlike marginalized people like them, Feng Mu can be regarded as a veritable "red man" in the second prison.

Feng Mu met their cold and numb gazes gently, without any displeasure in his heart. Instead, he smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his voice became calmer and warmer:

"But I think you are not useless. Each of you has unique talents that they don't have."

"So I brought you all together to help me solve the case."

Feng Mu looked at everyone with a smile and deliberately kept it secret. He was using the art of language to arouse the curiosity and desire deep in these people's hearts.

ask:

A desperate and numb person is kicked into the dark abyss. How much light and strength is needed to drive away the thick darkness?

Feng Mu's answer is: with a rope and a little candlelight, they will find the light and crawl out on their own.

Dispel the darkness? unnecessary!

They are used to the darkness, and all they want is a guide who can lead them in the darkness.

Sure enough, after Feng Mu was silent for a few seconds, someone in the team sneered, with doubt in their voice: "What talents do we have?"

Gong Qi frowned and glanced at that person coldly, silently recording the person's face in his heart:

"To laugh at my junior brother is to laugh at me; to laugh at me is to laugh at [Ronggui Sect]. This person's crime cannot be punished!"

However, Feng Mu felt that the sneer was extremely pleasant, which meant that someone stupid was being attracted by the candlelight.

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Language is the most bewitching candlelight for Feng Mu. He first looked at the person who asked the question and smiled naturally. Then he slowly scanned everyone present, his eyes stayed on each face for one second, and had a brief but profound eye contact with each person.

There were thirteen people present, and he stared at each person for thirteen seconds. Then Feng Mu said faintly:

"This talent, each of you has, and only you have it, that is..."

Feng Mu paused for another second. In this second, everyone subconsciously held their breath. Under the dynamic vision capture of level 3, Feng Mu could see that his face was reflected in the pupils of each of them.

"You have the ability to keep an eye on them for me!!!"

One or two more voices asked in unison: "They?"

Feng Mu answered gently:

"It's them, those who look down on you, bully you, suppress and exclude you. From now on, what you have to do in the Second Prison is to keep an eye on them for me at all times. In this matter, who can be more talented than you who have suffered so much?"

Solving a case depends on the eyes, but Feng Mu only has one pair of eyes, so he needs more eyes to help him keep an eye on the entire Second Prison, just like the prison guards have to keep an eye on the prisoners at all times, and the prison guards should also be kept an eye on at all times.

Feng Mu wants to do more than just solve the case. He also wants to set up a new department in the Second Prison during the case. Of course, if possible, he hopes that this department will not only be limited to the Second Prison in the future, but can be expanded to all the prisons in District 9, and even... District 9!

There are one or two more voices asking questions, and it has become four or five.

They asked: "Keep an eye on them, then what?"

Feng Mu's mouth was wide open, reflecting an angelic look in their eyes, and he said with a smile:

"I suspect some of them are related to the riot in the death row, so when the time is right, I will give you a rope to hang them."

The rope that helped them hang them was the rope that Feng Mu threw to them to climb out of the abyss.

However, the end of the abyss may not be light, but perhaps a deeper abyss, but do you think they will climb out?