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

Chapter 313 [Old Tree on Graveyard] Want to harm me? kill

The blood vessels on Qian Huan's forehead were as ferocious as squirming earthworms, and the situation worsened ten times faster than he expected.

If he was still standing on the edge of the cliff in the morning, then this post that was wildly forwarded by ignorant people was like a black hand giving him a hard push from behind, pushing him forward hard. He fell into the abyss, and half of his body was already hanging off the cliff, precariously.

"[The old tree on the grave] is trying to kill me. I remember this name, Feng Mu. I want him to die. I must let him die..."

Through the three-layer explosion-proof glass wall, Feng Mu could feel the murderous intention inside, wanting to dig someone's grave and plant a tree.

Qian Huan clenched his hands into fists and dug his nails deeply into his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain.

His eyes almost burst into flames, staring closely at the rising click-through rate and forwarding volume. Every jump in the value was like a pair of bloody scissors, crushing his heart from various angles.

Qian Huan usually regards himself as a rational person, but in the face of the overwhelming and indiscriminate insults, criticism and criticism under the post, his emotions began to waver involuntarily.

He never knew that human language could be so rich and so... dirty! ! !

In short, prison warden Qian Huan was suffering the first cyberbullying in his growth journey.

Feng Mu quietly observed Qian Huan's expression that was almost twisted to the extreme. He knew that the warden's mood was on the verge of breaking out at this moment. If he didn't cool him down, he suspected that the latter would explode or become deformed on the spot.

"I have taken note of the warden's instructions. I guarantee you that this [old tree on the grave] who slandered you will definitely die miserably."

Feng Mu vowed:

"But it's not today, nor tomorrow. We don't have time to find a black hand hiding behind the network. Our top priority now is to solve the hidden dangers inside the prison first. Warden, you can't mess up your situation now."

Qian Huan's fists fell angrily, and the computer screen turned into fragments in an instant. He turned his head sharply and stared at Feng Mu.

His teeth gritted and his voice became hoarse and rough with anger:

"Feng Mu, you're right. We can't mess up our position now, so let's let this [old tree on the grave] breathe for a few more days..."

Qian Huan then sat back heavily on the chair, his hands trembling slightly, and he slowly reached for the glass bottle on the table.

In the clear liquid of the glass bottle, a blood-colored eyeball slowly rotated, and the eyes seemed to be fixed in the eternal moment of panic and despair.

Qian Huan gently turned the glass bottle, and his cold tone was like a ghost hand reaching into the bed from under the bed, which made people shudder:

"This prison riot accidentally sparked my interest in collecting. Unfortunately, I only have one eyeball in my collection at the moment. I hope I can add another tongue in the near future."

Feng Mu glanced at the glass bottle and said with understanding:

"Congratulations to the warden for obtaining such a unique collection. In the future, my subordinates will definitely take the tongue of [the old tree on the grave] and present it to the warden."

Qian Huan continued to play with the glass bottle, and Feng Mu's unswerving voice of loyalty was like a soothing medicine, making his heart gradually calm down.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled a stream of turbid air that had accumulated for a long time, and his tone turned harsh: "Have you found any clues about the riot?"

Feng Mu nodded slightly, and then slowly stated the truth of the investigation in a calm and firm tone:

"First of all, my subordinates and others investigated the surveillance video and identified a prison guard who was a major suspect. His behavior was abnormal. There are various signs that it was him who helped the death row inmates escape."

"Unfortunately, when we quickly went to his residence for further investigation, we found that he had been brutally silenced and burned to a crisp."

"Fortunately, after some twists and turns, we saw through the murderer's disguise, but the murderer should be a dead soldier, and he did not reveal a word until his death. Fortunately, we found another clue in his mobile phone."

Feng Mu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, carefully handed it through the narrow gap in the explosion-proof glass wall, and continued:

"All the data in the phone was cleared, but Gong Qi and Liu used technical means to successfully recover a phone number. The time showed that it should be the last number dialed by the murderer before his death.

That was the person he reported to immediately after killing someone and silencing them. "

Liu Yi was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Gong Qi vaguely, his eyes seemed to say: "Why don't I remember that we helped restore the phone data?"

Gong Qi pursed his lips and his eyes were intriguing, as if he was responding: "You can have this!"

Feng Mu's reporting style is completely different from that of Ma Bin. The latter tends to omit the intermediate process and present the results directly, while Feng Mu reports every link to Qian Huan in detail.

There was no way, Ma Bin had no selfish motives but only loyalty, and Feng Mu had no loyalty but only selfish motives. However, Qian Huan's expression was very helpful, so he just accepted it.

As a leader who is insecure and has a strong desire for control, the more he is in a crisis, the more he wants to control every detail.

Feng Mu's reporting style perfectly met Qian Huan's emotional needs, and the latter began to trust his eyes more and more.

Qian Huan took the phone and opened the communication record. Sure enough, he saw a number. There was no note on the number, just a series of numbers.

His pupils contracted, as eerie as ice chips in winter: "Whose number is this?"

Feng Mu slowly uttered a name: "Lou Rui."

Please...you...collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠBar (Six\\\\\\Nine\\\\\\Book\\\\\\Bar!)

Qian Huan frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Who?"

Feng Mu expressed his understanding. As the warden, Qian Huan was busy with all kinds of affairs, and it was understandable that he could not remember the name of an ordinary prison guard in the prison.

He explained calmly: "It's a prison guard on the first floor of the light prison area."

Qian Huan heard Feng Mu say this, and then he had some impression in his mind. He opened the drawer, took out a thick stack of report sheets, and flipped through them quickly with his fingers.

After searching for a long time, he found a very inconspicuous report sheet from the bottom, and Qian Huan looked directly at the conclusion of the report in the last few lines.

Lou Rui's bone state report:

Bone state LR is in an unstable ox-shaped state, with a low probability of deformation. It is estimated that he has practiced 5 kinds of martial arts, 100% of which are new martial arts, and the martial arts grade is low.

Reverse numerical score: 9 points

Life level is inferior.

Martial arts grade: second grade

Danger level: E grade

He had previously spent a lot of money to have Shi Wuming do a "visual inspection" for every prison guard in the prison. Now it was used, but it seemed useless.

Because the score shown by Lou Rui was too low, as low as his position, mediocre and worthless.

Feng Mu, who was surprised by the actions of the warden outside the glass wall, had his pupils shrank slightly. He seemed to have glimpsed some secret that aroused people's reverie...