Chapter 229: Those Close to Corpses Are Pure, Treat Sincerity With Sincerity?

In the private room, cups clinked and crossed, fine wine and dishes went down, and the atmosphere at the table heated up.

The sense of distance between the group of prison guards and Feng Mu was clearly rapidly pulled closer under the influence of alcohol.

Of course, this kind of closeness was only superficial; no one would take it seriously, but this superficial breaking of ice is the beginning of many relationships.

For Feng Mu, being able to reach this degree meant this meal had already exerted 50% of its function.

As for the remaining 50% of the function, it had already begun the moment they were in a private room with Feng Mu.

They would all serve as Feng Mu's alibi witnesses for tonight, wiping away the suspicion of murder for him.

Qin Liang ate a bit absent-mindedly; his gaze kept sliding toward Feng Mu, observing his every move.

Feng Mu seemed to be engaging in nothing more than the most ordinary social activity: chatting amiably with the surrounding prison guards, occasionally calling each other brothers and raising cups to drink together, inquiring about their work trivialities and family situations during idle chat.

During the conversation, he would occasionally reveal subtle complaints and dissatisfaction about prison work, but these complaints were just right, not enough to cause anyone's displeasure, instead making his words appear approachable.

This could be seen from the increasingly enthusiastic attitudes of those prison guards toward Feng Mu.

But overall, it was still very ordinary; today's ordinary meal was just like an ordinary meal.

This kind of ordinary meal made Qin Liang start to doubt whether his wariness of Feng Mu was merely his own excessive sensitivity and overthinking.

However, just as he lowered his head in an inadvertent moment, Qin Liang suddenly sensed that Feng Mu had somehow already silently stood beside him and whispered a sentence in his ear:

"Forensic Doctor Qin, would you be very disappointed that you couldn't examine my corpse today?"

Qin Liang's scalp went numb; the slight tipsiness from the alcohol instantly sobered completely.

Feng Mu lightly clinked glasses with Qin Liang, a trace of playful smile hanging at the corner of his mouth:

"Just a joke, Forensic Doctor Qin needn't be so tense; I'll send you a gift tomorrow morning."

Qin Liang's eye corner twitched once; his black teeth appeared particularly sinister under the private room's lights: "Feng Mu, what do you mean by this?"

Feng Mu grinned and said: "When I first came to Second Prison, Forensic Doctor Qin once admonished me not to trust others lightly; it was precisely this advice that allowed me to survive unscathed today. For this, my heart is full of gratitude."

Qin Liang's voice grew even lower, anger jumping in every word and sentence: "This is how you show gratitude? Investigating my address, threatening me?"

Feng Mu was still smiling, but his tone carried a few more points of seriousness:

"Forensic Doctor Qin, you truly misunderstand. I investigated your address purely for a future opportunity to visit and express my thanks, absolutely without any intent to threaten. I sincerely hope to become friends with you."

He paused slightly, his gaze becoming deep and sincere: "Real friends, not like Wang Cong, the kind who are close on the surface but stab you in the back."

Qin Liang was silent for a moment, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes, then slowly spoke: "Why do you want to be friends with me?"

Feng Mu's gaze was frank and gentle; he answered sincerely:

"In terms of work, you are the only Forensic Doctor in the entire Second Prison; your importance goes without saying. I hope to get on good terms with you; this can help me learn and progress."

"In terms of personal feeling, I feel that Forensic Doctor Qin you spend all day accompanied by corpses, and when I previously worked at the Incineration Plant I also often dealt with corpses. I always thought that a person more willing to communicate with corpses than living people must have a simpler and purer heart."

Feng Mu took a light sip of wine, a trace of emotion flashing in his eyes, and said with genuine sincerity:

"As the saying goes, those close to corpses are pure! So I like to make friends with those whose hearts are simple and pure; Forensic Doctor Qin, what do you think?"

Qin Liang was moved in his heart; he certainly also believed corpses are the simplest and most harmless, but he would never be so naive as to think Feng Mu is simple and harmless.

He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a trace of inquiry: "What can I help you with?"

Feng Mu did not answer Qin Liang's question; he was calculating a grand chess game in his heart, and in this game, the Second Prison Forensic Doctor, this only person who can examine corpses, will play a pivotal role in the future, directly affecting his progress on upgrading 【E Iron】 and the development of 【Grand Feast】.

Feng Mu naturally would not lay out his true intentions completely; that would scare Forensic Doctor Qin.

He merely laughed lightly, his tone gentle and sincere:

"I'm not the type to force others to help; anyway, Forensic Doctor Qin, let's be friends first, treat sincerity with sincerity; after a long time, you'll understand, I've always been wholehearted toward friends and never let friends suffer losses."

Qin Liang didn't fully believe Feng Mu's words, but seeing Feng Mu speak so sincerely and reveal no malice, he could only return a smile: "Alright, then let me ask, what exactly is the gift you mentioned?"

Feng Mu smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping him in suspense: "You'll know tomorrow morning. I can only reveal that you'll like that gift."

Qin Liang's heart held a faint guess; he gave Feng Mu a meaningful glance, didn't pursue the question further, but in his heart he had a premonition that tomorrow morning's gift would likely determine what attitude he would use to befriend Feng Mu from now on.

As they spoke.

Feng Mu's phone suddenly vibrated lightly once.

He didn't avoid Qin Liang, but directly took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen, and opened the text message.

The screen displayed a message sent by Wang Jian, the content brief and clear, informing him that he had completed the task Feng Mu had entrusted to him.

Qin Liang originally wanted to use his peripheral vision to peek, but the words "treat sincerity with sincerity" still rang in his mind; his eyeballs rolled, and he glanced to another direction.

Feng Mu took in Qin Liang's expression entirely, the corner of his mouth hooking up a smile, then without replying he deleted the text message, and instead conveniently input two numbers and sent a text message into each.

One text message was — Send him off.

The other text message was — Game start!

The silent phone's screen suddenly flickered bright — Send him off!

In the silent and deep incinerator passage, Chen Ya was gently suspended by a net-like thing woven from several threads thin as hair; he slowly opened his eyes.

The next instant, he used all four limbs, yet silently like a giant spider, crawling upward on the smooth pipe wall flowing with corpse oil.

The pipe wall was very long, winding upward all the way; a full half minute passed before Chen Ya manually turned open the heavy circular gate, and accompanied by a low metallic sound, he slowly slid into the interior of the cremator.

He pressed against the inner wall of the hatch, his ear twitching slightly for an instant; after confirming no one was outside, he nimbly pushed open the hatch and flipped out.

April 25th, 11:17 PM.

Second Prison's Ghost Prison Guard Chen Ya officially online for night shift!!!

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