Chapter 184: Fate Is the First Sequence!

Chen Ya listened from the side, equally active and proactive in putting forward his own ideas and requests.

He hoped that the prison, besides arranging labor reform for prisoners, could also organize more educational activities, such as having prisoners collectively study the Prison Handbook every week and write reflections afterward, to deepen their understanding of the principles of being human.

However, although Chen Ya spoke in a gentle tone when making these suggestions, his eyes did not ignite with the light of hope like other prisoners.

Instead, when he looked toward Feng Mu, a haze difficult to detect hid deep within his gaze, growing increasingly sinister and cold.

"This person is lying, no, he is telling the truth, only his truth has been exquisitely packaged, just like the smile on his face, a false disguise emanating from his bones."

Chen Ya observed Feng Mu's face without changing expression, like an experienced tailor measuring and cutting cloth, his eyes being the ruler.

So he saw that Feng Mu's facial expressions were unusually balanced, the lines of his smile like lines cut with superb craftsmanship, the arc elegant and fitting, as if the bones under his cheeks had been ironed by an iron, not a single discordant wrinkle to be found, perfect to the point of disbelief.

Ordinary people might be infected by his exquisite smile, but Chen Ya saw through the appearance to the essence, and thus felt longing.

"He didn't undergo minor plastic surgery, but he can control the bones under his cheeks, performing minor plastic surgery on himself at all times?!!"

Chen Ya pressed his lips tightly; he was a little reluctant to kill this new prison guard—wasn't this the fitting model he had dreamed of?!!

But work had to be done, and hobbies could only come second; this was Chen Ya's professional attitude as a prisoner.

Then Chen Ya heard a heavenly sound that made all his worries vanish like smoke.

He heard Feng Mu say softly: "0294 Chen Ya, right? Your suggestion just now was very good. I will organize it and submit it to the Prison Warden. If it is truly approved, I think in our A District, with every eight people in a cell as a group, at 7 p. m. every weekend evening, we will conduct a collective study session."

Chen Ya's pupils contracted, his gaze met Feng Mu's deep eyes, and then he saw Feng Mu clench his right hand into a fist, cover his mouth and cough once, as if coughing with some force and discomfort, then lower his fist to his chest and pound it hard three times.

A87 is A087, the fate number of Chen Ya's party.

A fist pressed against the chest position meant—"For Fate, Offer Death!"

Feng Mu put down his fist, did not look at Chen Ya again, but looked toward the prisoners in the room, speaking in a gentle voice:

"We've talked so much just now and forgot to introduce myself. I am the newly transferred prison guard. My name is Feng Mu. From now on, you all answer to me. I hope everyone can cooperate with my work and spend a wonderful future time together in No. 2 Prison."

The prisoners looked at one another, their expressions all somewhat unable to hold back, appearing slightly strained.

Chen Ya, however, without hesitation, was the first to express his stance: "Yes, I will definitely actively cooperate to complete the work you assign."

The prisoners looked at the cell boss Chen Ya with speechless expressions, all thinking in unison: "In the District Chief's office, wasn't it also you who stood up first to express your stance? Are you really not contradicting yourself by doing this?"

Chen Ya felt there was no contradiction; following the Prison District Chief's arrangements was his duty as a prisoner.

Following the arrangements from above was his mission as the A087 Party Leader Tailor.

When duty and mission conflict, please remember: 【Destiny】 is always the first sequence!

The prisoners expressed their stance one by one, sparsely following along.

When the Forensic Doctor Qin Liang assigned to the prison walked in slowly, he saw just such a scene.

Qin Liang coldly hummed, his gaze lingering on Feng Mu for a moment, then sweeping over those prisoners indifferently, saying with a hint of mockery in his tone:

"It seems you are the new prison guard. Treating prisoners so kindly like this, I'm afraid you won't live long."

Feng Mu still wore a smile on his face, looking at the middle-aged balding Forensic Doctor, and asked sincerely: "I am indeed the new prison guard. If I do anything wrong, please correct me."

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Liang's eyes. He sized up Feng Mu and said with a touch of emotion in his tone: "You're quite polite. I've been in the Second Prison for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen a young person speak like you."

He squatted down, casually examined the corpse on the ground, then picked up a pen and hastily wrote on a form filled with death information.

While writing, he admonished Feng Mu in the tone of an experienced person:

"Remember, working in the Second Prison, you cannot smile, and you cannot be polite. You must show ferocity and rudeness; only then can you live long."

After finishing the death form, Qin Liang stood up and casually tossed the form to Feng Mu.

His gaze swept contemptuously over the prisoners in the cell, a cruel smile hanging at the corner of his mouth:

"Don't be fooled by the prisoners' docility. Prisoners are all scum and trash. Cut open their chests and look—their hearts are black. Even if they weren't black before, after coming in, those who survive for a period of time will have their hearts dyed black."

Qin Liang, for some unknown reason, seemed very willing to give the new prison guard a few pointers.

"In any case, remember this: there isn't a single good person in the Second Prison. If you want to live here, you must dye yourself the color of this place."

Feng Mu's expression remained unchanged. With a humble expression, he asked: "Then what about the prison guards of the Second Prison, my colleagues?"

Qin Liang snorted and spoke without restraint: "Them? They are worse than prisoners. Those people of theirs—even if you strip away their skin and flesh, their bones are black through and through."

At the cell gate, two patrolling prison guards happened to pass by. Hearing Qin Liang's words, they cursed and shouted mockingly at Qin Liang:

"That's right, we are indeed black to the bone, but Forensic Doctor Qin, you are the one whose blood is truly black. Hahaha!"

They seemed completely unaware of Feng Mu's presence, as if he were merely a clump of unimportant air, not worth them casting a glance.

Feng Mu lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the form filled with death information.

The handwriting on the form was messy; it only hastily wrote one line of conclusion: "Prisoners fought and killed each other; both perished together."

He couldn't help but frown and asked somewhat surprised: "Two?"

Qin Liang bared a mouthful of black teeth: "Mm, another one died last night. It's been placed with me for a night, just waiting for this one. Alright, take it to the incinerator."

Feng Mu's smile remained unchanged. His voice was low and meaningful: "At least you can give them company on the Yellow Springs Road. In the Second Prison, you truly count as a rare good person."

Qin Liang was slightly stunned, his gaze lingering on Feng Mu's face for a moment, then he widened his eyes and laughed hehe:

"Fine, just for that sentence of yours, if anything happens to you in the future, I guarantee to write you a beautiful autopsy report."

Feng Mu's face bloomed with a flower-like smile: "Thank you for your kind words. I thank you in advance here."

Qin Liang laughed and turned to leave. Feng Mu then waved his hand, calling over two prisoners. They worked together to lift the corpse on the ground and slowly walked toward the incinerator.

The cell door was closed again, restoring the previous silence.

Chen Ya did not follow them. Instead, he picked up a damp cloth, squatted down, and began carefully wiping the bloodstains on the ground.

Wang Jiao and several other prisoners hurriedly helped carry basins and fetch water, squatting in a cluster around the congealed bruise on the ground, whispering to one another.

"The new prison guard seems like a good person."

"Hah, can't bring yourself to do it? Or do you plan to inform on us brothers to him, or inform on the District Chief?"

"No, on the contrary, I've made up my mind to do it. Anyway, he's a good person but won't live long. Better to use his life to exchange for ours. That way, when he dies, it counts as helping us, and we can remember his kindness in the future."

"Right. When the time comes, everyone goes together. Let him die cleanly and swiftly, with less pain. That's the only thing we can do for him."

Everyone held their breath, their gazes all focusing sharply on Chen Ya.

Chen Ya gently set down the bloodstained wet cloth in her hand, her gaze scanning every person present, and spoke frankly and firmly:

"Indeed, as prisoners, obeying the District Chief's orders is everyone's duty. Seeing everyone willing to work together with one heart, wanting to do the job well, I feel incomparably gratified."

Everyone let out a long breath in unison; Wang Jiao swallowed nervously, a bitter smile appearing on his face:

"You really scared me to death, Cell Head. Just now you declared your stance so swiftly, I thought you were going to rebel."

Chen Ya gently rubbed the soaking wet towel in the water basin, then wrung it dry with force, shaking off the water drops on her hands; her eyes were calm without ripples, carrying a convincing tranquility, and she said faintly:

"It won't happen; even if everyone dies, I will not betray!"

End of Chapter