Chapter 221: Incomparable Conviction, He Is the Craziest One After All

After a shrill scream, the burly prisoner clutched his severed arm tightly, stumbling backward.

His voice stuttered from pain: "Wh-why? Your electric baton... will it explode?"

Feng Mu's gaze was deep and complex, his voice carrying a hard-to-fathom meaning: "Yeah, I'd really like to know why this happened."

He sighed softly, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness and depth:

"If you hadn't touched my electric baton without permission, perhaps in a critical moment, I would have drawn the baton myself. Then, the one whose arm got blown off might have been me."

The burly prisoner stared fixedly at Feng Mu, annoyance and regret hatching like countless snake eggs in his chest, then madly gnawing at his soul.

He hated it, hated himself for being meddlesome and touching someone else's things.

Clearly, his mother had taught him this principle since childhood!

【Your teachings, like truth dyed red with blood, deeply shook a person's soul, and your inner strength gained a permanent tiny increase of +0.01!】

A line of subtitle text scrolled across Feng Mu's retina; he smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, his tone sincere and profound:

"So, I should thank you, thank you for bearing the pain that should have been mine."

Feng Mu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed fiercely; the air seemed to tremble with it, emitting a humming sound.

The burly prisoner's face changed drastically; he opened his mouth to speak, but only heard a crisp crack from his throat, his whole body was forcibly lifted off the ground, blood gushing wildly from his mouth and nostrils.

Feng Mu casually threw him aside, and the limp corpse flew through the air like a rag, slamming heavily into the wall.

His head was like a ripe watermelon, making a dull "pong" sound, then burst open, red chunks of flesh and white pulp scattering everywhere, dotting the surroundings with speckled colors.

【You once again incomparably convinced him, your strength permanently increased by 0.01!】

Watching the prompt scroll across his retina, Feng Mu's eyes lit up.

He truly hadn't expected that a person could be convinced twice, once regarding principle, once regarding physics—it was pretty scientific, wasn't it.

Feng Mu licked his moist lips, his complexion growing increasingly gentle and joyful; his gaze slowly swept over the other prisoners' faces, his tone carrying an undeniable seriousness and sincerity:

"I'm the most fair-minded person; he bore the pain that should have been mine, so to repay him, I also relieved his pain. You should understand and agree with my approach, right?"

The prisoners trembled involuntarily, their eyes darting uncertainly at the ground, the wall, the ceiling, the incinerator—the thick, ink-like terrifying images filling their vision.

Then they focused on the figure standing in the blood, strangely unstained by any blood, looking exceptionally clean and gentle, with a soft-spoken, eerie smiling face.

The two images were extremely discordant and jarring, yet they amazingly merged into one, making them feel creepy, with goosebumps rising all over their bodies that weren't enough.

"We must have gone mad before, to keep regarding this new Feng Yujing as the kindest person in Second Prison. Actually..."

The prisoners, as if of one mind, frantically sounded the alarm in their hearts,

"Feng Yujing is the most terrifying one!"

Other prison guards were at most superficially cruel, but Feng Yujing was madness hidden in the marrow.

Wang Jiao forced back his scalp-numbing fear, stammering: "That's right, Feng Yujing, what you said makes sense; we all understand and approve of your fairness."

The other prisoners trembled as they echoed: "Right, right, right, Feng Yujing is right."

Feng Mu deliberately waited three seconds; no prompt appeared on his retina; he frowned slightly and sighed with a hint of sadness:

"You're lying!"

Feng Mu suddenly raised his arm; several prisoners fled in panic, but in this cramped space, decorated with several corpses, where was there room to dodge on the ground?

Moreover, the door was locked from the inside.

The sounds of watermelon juice splashing came one after another, following Wang Jiao like a shadow.

He dared not look back, afraid that a single glance would make his legs go completely soft.

His adrenaline surged, his qi and blood boiling all over; the survival instinct urged him to rush forward madly, but he felt warm liquid and broken objects constantly sticking to his back and the back of his head.

The toothbrush in Wang Jiao's hand had long since been thrown to the ground at some point; he stared wide-eyed at Chen Ya standing at the gate, seemingly scared out of his wits, frozen motionless, and roared hoarsely:

"Head Warden, open the door, open the door aaaahhhh—"

The terrified scream pierced the silence like a sharp blade, penetrating the heavy iron door of the incineration room, echoing on the cold outer corridor.

Several prison guards standing outside, who had been shirking work and pretending to lightly tap the door, now changed complexion slightly, exchanged glances, their eyes a bit doubtful and uncertain.

Wang Cong ran over quickly; when he heard the terrifying cry from inside the door, his footsteps involuntarily paused slightly.

Due to the obstruction of the heavy iron door, the sound wasn't very clear, and specific words were hard to discern, but the sharp, almost distorted tone was enough to make people feel the panic and despair within.

"Is it Feng Mu's voice? Doesn't sound quite like it, but a person's dying scream would be a bit distorted, that's normal, right."

Wang Cong hurriedly pulled aside the prison guard in front, his face red and neck thick as he roared angrily: "What's going on? Where's the key?"

The prison guard replied in a deep voice: "I saw from the surveillance that the incineration room door was locked from the inside, only then realizing something was wrong and rushing over; Feng Mu and several prisoners are locked inside."

After speaking, the prison guard stepped aside and said: "The prisoners inside used some method to jam the lock; I even broke my key."

Wang Cong glared and indeed saw a broken piece of key inserted in the lock core, the metallic fracture gleaming with a cold luster.

Wang Cong roared angrily and rammed the iron door with all his might, emitting a loud "bang."

The iron door didn't budge, but Wang Cong was bounced off by the recoil and fell to the ground, half his bones aching and numb.

Although Wang Cong's actions had an element of performance, at this moment, the shock in his heart was real.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, his heart full of confusion:

"No, isn't this incineration room door too hard? It's almost catching up to the high walls and great gates of the prison's outermost perimeter. Is that necessary? The incineration room is for burning corpses; surely it's not to prevent corpses from crawling out from inside, right."

Wang Cong struggled to get up again, gritted his teeth, and rammed the iron door once more; loud "bang bang" sounds echoed in the corridor.

The several prison guards around changed their looks at Wang Cong, then silently began to join in ramming the iron door.

Forensic Doctor Qin Liang arrived panting; looking at the bloody scene before him, the blood in his veins grew even colder.

"Feng Mu, hold on, I'm coming to save you." Wang Cong roared heart-rendingly through the door, his emotion so abundant it truly made listeners sad and viewers weep.

Wang Jiao looked at the door starting to shake, listening to the chaotic roars outside, a glimmer of hope of escaping with his life appearing in his eyes.

The next second, Wang Jiao's whole heart sank into an ice cellar.

Because he saw Head Warden Chen Ya slowly step aside; behind him, in the lock core, there was a slender silver needle, inserted precisely into the very center of the lock core like a surgical knife...

(Chapter End)