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

Who do you miss most?

For this question, everyone will have an answer in their mind. Most likely it is your father or mother, it may also be your wife or children, but it may also be...

Faces flashed through Guan Zhong's mind like a slideshow, including his father's expression of hating iron, his mother's wrinkled and withered old face, and his wife's increasingly disgusting eyes, without teeth. A scene of a baby sucking milk.

These were all the people he cared about in his heart, but they couldn't stay in his mind for too long because they were far from the people Guan Zhong cared about the most.

There is another thing he thinks about day and night, especially in his dreams, where he can't control himself and hold the other person in his arms over and over again, twisting the other person's neck and smashing the other person's face.

He was the person he cared about the most and wanted to die.

Guan Zhong's throat was dry, and he looked at Feng Mu in shock. The latter's gentle and calm smile seemed to contain some huge power, causing a dense layer of goosebumps to appear on his arm holding the phone.

fear?

There is indeed a trace of uneasiness swirling in my heart, but that is not the main thing. It is more of a trembling...excitement that surges from every cell in the body! ! !

Although Feng Mu did not continue to explain, Guan Zhong understood everything as if he was blessed.

He looked at his head on the ground, then at the fire scene opposite, and finally his eyes focused on the empty dial keyboard, his heart beating violently.

"Yes, what you see is not important, what you hear is not important, whether it is true or false is not important. What is important is where I stand, who I want to live with, and who I want to die!"

Guan Zhong felt that his mind was clearer than ever before, and his ideological consciousness was rising rapidly.

"No wonder Feng Mu doesn't need to stay alive, because he doesn't intend to ask anything from the other party at all. It would be too time-consuming and labor-intensive. Whatever he wants, he can just fill it in directly."

"So that's it. It turns out that this is the ultimate between truth and falsehood. This is the ultimate answer hidden in the world - the truth is not a proof question or a solution question, but a fill-in-the-blank question!"

Guan Zhong's throat was dry, and the numbness in his eyes had faded. He actually caught a glimpse of the shadow of light:

"At this moment, Feng Mu has given himself the precious power to fill in the answers!!!"

Guan Zhong looked at Feng Mu in disbelief. The palm of his hand holding the phone was trembling. He had never trembled when holding a person's head with this hand just now.

Feng Mu's smile was still calm and gentle, like the most patient teacher waiting for his students to fill in the answers themselves, without forcing, urging, or pointing fingers.

The look in his eyes seemed to encourage him - don't be afraid, no matter what answer you fill in this time, the teacher will ensure that you get 100 points and get the exam reward.

Full marks, this is the score Guan Zhong has never received since he was a child, whether it is a paper in school or a long test in life.

It seems that he is a waste with no talent, no ability, and no background. It seems that from the moment he was born, he was destined to have X's all over his papers.

Guan Zhong had already accepted this fate, otherwise he would not have endured suffering in the second prison that was more painful than death, but still stayed there, because he knew that nothing would change even if he went elsewhere.

If the whole world is a dirty and cruel prison, what difference does it make if we can't leave the second prison?

Guan Zhong took a deep breath and moved his eyes away from Feng Mu with difficulty, looking at the trash like himself standing behind him. Only then did he realize that they were all staring at him and his hands without blinking. mobile phone inside.

His eyes were both timid and eager, both sinister and hot, and indescribably weird, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a mobile phone, but a key to the door to a new world, a ticket to the light.

Guan Zhong's head felt numb as if there was an electric shock. He no longer hesitated, lowered his head, and entered a series of phone numbers on the nine-square grid with his blood-stained fingers.

——Dudududu!

The call could not be connected for a long time. Just when Guan Zhong was a little disappointed and wanted to hang up, the call was finally connected.

A male voice came through the microphone, which was also mixed with the sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground and the sound of liquid flowing.

Hearing the familiar and deep voice coming from the phone, the hairs on Guan Zhong's face stood up involuntarily, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a twisted arc unnaturally.

His breathing became heavy and rapid. Every time he exhaled, he tried his best to suppress it, but he never uttered a word.

This is because Feng Mu only asked him to make a call, but did not ask him to speak.

Four or five seconds later, the call was hung up on the other end.

Feng Mu waited for the phone to hang up, then walked over slowly. His palm gently landed on Guan Zhong's shoulder, his tone full of appreciation and affirmation:

"I told you that you are very talented, and you did not disappoint me. You are very smart and do a good job!"

Guan Zhong quickly wiped the blood stains on the phone with the hem of his clothes, and then handed it to Feng Mu with both hands. His tongue seemed to be tied up, and he stammered three words: "Thank you!"

Feng Mu responded with a more sincere smile, his voice full of encouragement and appreciation:

"Thank you for what? I should be the one thanking you. This is the reward you deserve!"

Feng Mu took the phone, glanced at the number on the communication record, and said with a smile:

Please...you...Collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠ(Six\\\\\\Nine\\\\\\Book\\\\\\!)

"Now, tell me, his name."

Guan Zhong took a deep breath, and unknowingly straightened his back from his slouched posture. He raised his head and said word by word:

"Lou Rui, prison guard Lou Rui on the first floor of the light prison area."

Feng Mu smiled when he heard this, and an ordinary human face flashed in his mind. He was now the de facto "captain" on the second floor of the light prison area, and the first floor had not yet surrendered to him.

He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, handed it to Guan Zhong, and said quietly:

"Don't be so serious. Wipe the blood on your hands. Do you know what to do next?"

Guan Zhong took the handkerchief flattered, and a warm current surged in his heart, as if a gentle hand was smoothing the scars in his heart.

Then before he could speak, Feng Mu's sympathetic and understanding voice came into his ears again:

"I won't ask more about the story between you and him. This is your privacy. Just remember that when you return to the second prison later, you will hang him with a rope, okay?"

Guan Zhong's body was shaken, and his whole body seemed to be penetrated by an invisible force. His eyes quickly became wet, and his voice was hoarse and firm:

"Hang him, yes, I will hang him with a rope."

Feng Mu was very satisfied with Guan Zhong's determination, but he was a little worried and asked again:

"Can you go alone? If you are worried, you can find someone else to go with you. Anyone present can do it, including me. I believe everyone is willing to help you."

Feng Mu really considered everything and every detail. When had Guan Zhong ever encountered a leader who cared so much about his subordinates in his life?

There was only one thought in his mind at this moment - he was willing to die for Feng Mu!

Feng Mu turned around and glanced at the people behind him. His care was not limited to Guan Zhong, but showed the same concern for everyone:

"This time you help Guan Zhong hang Lou Rui. When it's your turn next time, others will naturally help you, okay?"