Chapter 225: Avoidance Cannot Solve Problems, We'll Meet Tonight

Tian Tao stared at Feng Mu, his expression alternating between sinister and gentle, and for some reason — perhaps a guilty conscience — he actually found that face somewhat eerie and unsettling right now.

"Expression changes the moment you say so, like his face is a mask that can be kneaded at will. Curse you."

Tian Tao cursed inwardly; unwilling to admit the unease in his heart, the expression on his face grew all the more ferocious and angry.

Yet it was not directed at Feng Mu — instead he suddenly erupted, grabbing Wang Cong by the collar with a roughness like dragging a dog by its collar, hauling him outside without a word.

As he walked out, he was still roaring filthily:

"Hurry up and clean the Incineration Room for me! These bloodstained, filthy, disgusting corpses — leaving them here for who to see? Damn it, I've lost my appetite for dinner tonight."

Wang Cong actually wasn't afraid of Tian Tao anymore, but he still obediently let himself be dragged out, because right now he truly didn't want to spend a single second more in the same room as Feng Mu.

"Wait a moment." Feng Mu stopped the two of them.

Tian Tao's steps faltered; he whipped his head around with a violent look, while Wang Cong didn't dare turn his head at all, inwardly crying bitterly.

Feng Mu said calmly: "These deaths don't sit well with me. I suppose I won't be on duty tonight then? I want to go home, take a hot shower, change my mood, so I can better welcome tomorrow's arrival."

Tian Tao let out a cold snort and left with his anger unabated; Feng Mu watched Wang Cong's wretched figure being dragged away with an indifferent look, muttering in a voice only he could hear:

"Avoidance doesn't solve problems, Captain Wang Cong. We'll meet tonight, hehe—"

The faint chill originally visible on Feng Mu's face gradually dissipated, replaced by his signature harmless, gentle smile.

He scanned the crowd of Prison Guards and politely spoke up:

"I'm very sorry these corpses affected the Captain's appetite. Then please, everyone, help me quickly burn all the bodies."

In the past these Prison Guards treated Feng Mu like air, ignoring his greetings every time, but today, faced with a polite and proper Feng Mu, although their faces didn't necessarily look good, they all responded with a polite nod in return.

Even a few Prison Guards squeezed out slightly friendly smiles.

Feng Mu knew full well the reason for the Prison Guards' change in attitude toward him; he was glad for their acceptance, and he was certain that after tomorrow, their attitude toward him would become even more friendly.

It didn't take long — almost as soon as Qin Liang finished writing an autopsy report, the corresponding corpse was swiftly incinerated. The whole process was efficient and orderly, displaying the cooperative efficiency of a professional team.

"Thank you all for your help. Today I rare-ly don't have to work the night shift. I'd like to treat everyone to dinner outside after work to express my guilt and gratitude."

Feng Mu stood on the Incineration Room's floor, clean as new, and bowed slightly to the Prison Guards who had helped. His attitude was incomparably sincere and earnest:

"Please, everyone, you must give me this face — do not refuse my invitation."

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one spoke up first.

Such a scene was exactly what Feng Mu had anticipated; he was not surprised at all.

He smiled faintly, his voice deeper and filled with magnetism:

"Also, regarding the Prison Warden's Last Place Elimination System, I have some immature thoughts that concern everyone's interests, and I hope to receive the valuable opinions of you seniors."

Every word of Feng Mu's was full of sincerity; his gaze flickered with anticipation, as if saying: accepting my invitation is the start of our friendship.

"Since Feng Yujing invites so sincerely, I will definitely attend on time tonight." That first Prison Guard who had shown a smile spoke up first, breaking the deadlock.

With the first person agreeing, the others also loosened their tongues one after another, agreeing in succession.

Feng Mu looked at everyone's unanimous agreement, his smile growing even more radiant and sincere.

He turned his gaze to Qin Liang and invited gently: "Forensic Doctor Qin, you come along tonight as well."

Qin Liang blanked for a moment, and without hesitation wanted to decline, but before the words left his mouth, he was stopped by Feng Mu's gentle yet firm gaze.

Feng Mu looked at Qin Liang with a smiling expression, his tone carrying a hint of jest:

"If Forensic Doctor Qin doesn't grace us with his presence, then after they disperse tonight I'll have to bring late-night snacks and visit personally. I remember Forensic Doctor Qin's address should be…"

Feng Mu unhurriedly recited Qin Liang's address, every word accurate. Hearing it, a warm current surged in Qin Liang's heart, moving him nearly to tears.

He stared blankly at Feng Mu, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since Feng Yujing is so thoughtful, how could I not keep the appointment? I will definitely attend on time."

Qin Liang stepped out of the Incineration Room's cold gloom, clutching a stack of autopsy reports, heavy-hearted, and stepped into Prison Warden Qian Huan's office.

Qian Huan was sitting on a large leather sofa chair, his sharp gaze sweeping over Qin Liang's figure, then he took the reports handed through the narrow glass slit, brows furrowed tightly, scrutinizing them page by page.

Qin Liang waited patiently until Qian Huan had finished flipping through all the reports.

Then, from his pocket he took out an empty Hallucinogen bottle and said in a low voice: "Prison Warden Qian, I failed to accomplish what you entrusted."

Qian Huan took the empty bottle, turning it lightly between his fingertips:

"Can't blame Forensic Doctor Qin — I miscalculated. I also didn't expect Feng Mu to actually not die. When I just heard the news, I was extremely shocked too."

Qian Huan flicked it lightly; the empty bottle traced an elegant arc and landed steadily in the trash can. His expression was strange:

"A discarded pawn I never took seriously — he actually carved a path to survival out of layer upon layer of schemes and killing intent all on his own. You say, is that interesting or not?"

Qin Liang fell silent; he didn't know whether to answer interesting or boring.

His mind was a mess right now, filled entirely with the scene just now of Feng Mu accurately reciting his home address; the more he thought, the more his spine chilled.

Seeing Qin Liang not responding, Qian Huan smiled indifferently and continued to himself:

"Chang Wei and the others' scheming, though not flawless and interlocking, was still cunning and eerie, despicable methods — poison, tampering with the electric baton, bribing someone beside him to stab him in the back. Under that combination punch, an ordinary person would absolutely be unable to withstand it and would die dead."

Qian Huan paused, meaningfully: "And with me secretly pushing things along, the result was Feng Mu safe and sound. That definitely wasn't luck. So, Forensic Doctor Qin, from which step do you think he began to detect the problem?"

"Yeah, finding out his own address — definitely not a spur-of-the-moment idea. So from which day did he start targeting himself? No wait, I'm just a forensic doctor, what would he gain by targeting me?" Similar doubts surfaced in Qin Liang's heart.

(End of Chapter)