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

Walk out of the underground parking lot, through the corridor, through the light prison area, and walk to the death prison area.

The closer you get to the death prison area, the stronger the smell of blood in the air becomes. Gong Qi is very sharp-eyed and can even hear the sound of washing the floor.

That was the wet mop dragging the wet blood and minced meat into the water prison pool, and then swinging it up and down to wash the mop in the pool where the corpse was soaked.

The drain at the bottom of the water prison pool made a low pumping sound, and the pipes on the wall continuously injected clean water into the pool, trying to dilute the viscosity of the water.

However, this effort seemed to be counterproductive. Instead of fading, the color of the pool water became deeper and more gorgeous, like a terrifying scene immersed in darkness.

Wow——

Gululu——

Gong Qi's ears trembled slightly, and he heard the body that was finally salvaged being dragged to the edge of the pool and seemed to be placed on the loading cart.

The carts were piled with corpses, and the heavy weight made the rusty wheels rub against the ground, making a sharp sound that made people's teeth ache.

When Feng Mu and his men returned to the death row, they saw exhausted prison guards dragging carts full of corpses and struggling to pull them to the incineration room.

The wheels of the carts were covered with minced meat, and the "crunching" movement left blood marks on the ground.

The corpses at the bottom of the carts had arms that mischievously fell outside, rubbing against the ground all the way, as if they were still alive, leaving crooked scratches on the ground.

The scene in front of them looked shocking, but the prison guards who came and went seemed to turn a blind eye, with numb expressions and mechanical movements.

They were really too tired today!

They hadn't carried corpses in person for a long time, let alone carrying so many corpses at one time. This kind of dirty and tiring work was previously assigned directly to the prisoners.

It's not that no one has considered calling in prisoners from other prison areas to share this heavy labor, but on this special day, no one dared to make such a suggestion to the warden.

So, today, everything is back in their hands, and the carts that have been "laid off" long ago are even more tired than them.

They have been rusted in the warehouse for the past few years, but they didn't expect to be on duty again today, and they are running at full capacity as soon as they come back. Many of them can't stand it and fall apart directly, and the wheels and boards are broken all over the ground.

Not far away, a cart had a tire burst and fell apart in the middle of the journey. The pile of corpses as high as a person tilted and hit the wall, causing traffic paralysis. Several carts behind were unable to avoid it, and a tragic chain rear-end collision occurred in an instant, with corpses everywhere.

Feng Mu witnessed this scene, with a look of compassion on his face and said: "It seems that the most dangerous suppression activity has ended, so you all go to help."

The people behind him nodded in unison, and moved the scattered corpses in groups of two.

They acted actively, cooperated well, and were extremely efficient, as if they had endless energy, which formed a sharp contrast with the prison guards around them who took the opportunity to slack off.

Feng Mu led Gong Qi and Liu Yi to the warden's office. On the way, they passed the incinerator, and the narrow corridor was filled with queued corpses.

There was almost no place to step at the front. You could only vaguely see a huge gourd swinging at the entrance of the incinerator, as if it was commanding two or three prison guards in an orderly manner to carry the corpses into the incinerator in order.

In the incinerator, four incinerators were running continuously like tireless beasts, and the mouth of the furnace was the greedy big mouth of the monster, constantly opening and closing, swallowing the food fed one by one.

The incinerator probably didn't expect that one day it would be so full that it would "swell" from its throat. The heat wave from the incineration of corpses dyed the air in the room with visible ripples.

Several prison guards who followed the corpse were sweating profusely, their clothes were soaked, and the high temperature steamed them white and red, and faintly exuded a strange meaty aroma, as if they would be served on the table soon.

Their eyes began to gradually blur, and their bodies seemed to have extremely strong hallucinations due to severe dehydration.

In a trance, they saw strands of particles like white gravel, quietly and silently coming out from Wang Cong's trouser legs, from Wang Cong's sleeves, and from the old gourd behind Wang Cong.

Then those particles slowly spread in the air, like ghosts in a nightmare, gradually condensing into strange tentacles, winding towards their necks.

"Sleep, sleep, you are too tired, I am enough in the incinerator, I am alone, the work efficiency is higher."

At the last edge of exhaustion, suffocation, and fainting, several people seemed to hear Wang Cong's gentle murmurs in the mist of dreams.

"But I can't eat alone. I've already eaten a lot today. Feng Mu has to enjoy the main meal first. Hmm...but how can I leave it for him?"

Wang Cong suddenly opened the leftmost incinerator door with great force. With a wave of his arm, the white sand tentacles penetrated the raging flames of the cremated corpses and rushed to the iron wall behind, slowly pushing it open, revealing the winding dark "intestines" inside.

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Wang Cong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had an idea in his mind: "Just hide in here."

The sound of the sand whistled like a sob, and the entire incineration room was gradually shrouded in haze.

The camera outside the corridor could not see inside the incinerator, but could only see a figure carrying a gourd like a hardworking bee, constantly going in and out. The long line of corpse carts outside was visibly decreasing, being digested bit by bit by the incinerator.

Feng Mu pushed the door and walked into the warden's office.

Shi Wuming still stood in the corner as steady as a rock, not worried about the future of the prison at all.

He glanced at Feng Mu indifferently, then calmly retracted his gaze. When he lowered his head, a trace of cold murderous intent flashed through the depths of his pupils.

Shi Wuming was calculating the date of action in his heart:

"Qian Huan is in a very bad situation now, so this mission will probably end soon. Alas, I can't make more money from him. Well, I will find a way to get the part that I can't make from Qian Huan from Feng Mu, and also avenge my old friend."

Feng Mu glanced at the blood bar above Shi Wuming's head with a sense of feeling, and then looked at the warden Qian Huan behind the explosion-proof glass.

The latter's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were staring at the computer screen with blazing eyes. On the computer screen was the news report of [Old Tree on the Grave], which was tens of thousands of words long, with pictures and texts, rigorous logic, and well-founded, which made people have to believe it.

"Slander, it's all slander, damn it, where did this [Old Tree on the Grave] come from!"

The hysterical roar echoed in the office...