Chapter 238: Was it done by Feng Mu?!! Using Knife to Control Knife

Qian Huan hung up the phone, the sleepiness completely gone as he leaned against the pillow, his eyes slightly narrowed into slits.

"Chang Wei is missing?!" Qian Huan muttered to himself, "He went to find his nephew Chang Qingsen, right."

Qian Huan looked down at his phone; at this moment he also understood the purpose of Ma Xuan's midnight phone call—on one hand it was to report to him, and on the other hand it was to test his attitude.

"Even Ma Xuan suspects this matter was done by me, then Zhou Hu probably will insist to the death that it was done by me, right?"

Qian Huan gave a cold laugh; he knew full well the matter wasn't done by him, but Qian Huan didn't mind temporarily taking the blame for this black pot, anyway the other side couldn't possibly find conclusive evidence to identify him, so for now let them maintain this beautiful misunderstanding.

Qian Huan belonged to those air-dropped into the Second Prison, without his own team, so it was very difficult for him to gradually establish prestige in the Second Prison through normal means.

He could only find another path, using some unconventional "terrifying" methods.

"Since I can't make them willingly respect and obey me, then let them feel fear toward me."

Qian Huan thought this way, and also acted this way; the implementation of the Last Place Elimination System was based on such logic, and now, he half-truly half-falsely took the blame for this murder black pot, likewise out of calculations in this regard.

Qian Huan habitually used his fingers to tear off the dead skin on his lips, then sat up and walked to the refrigerator.

He took out a sterile raw egg from it, gently tapped the eggshell with his finger, then directly poured it into his mouth.

Qian Huan's personality was cautious and meticulous, placing extremely high importance on life and health, therefore he almost never touched tobacco or alcohol, nor drank any beverages.

Even when encountering social obligations he couldn't avoid, the cigarettes he occasionally smoked were specially made nicotine-free ones he brought himself, the alcohol he drank was specially made non-alcoholic wine, and even beverages were absolutely sugar-free.

His only "unhealthy" hobby was eating raw eggs.

Although these sterile eggs were manufactured through 3D printing technology, they perfectly preserved the original flavor of eggs, whether in texture or nutritional value, both were recognized by Qian Huan.

The cold egg liquid emitted subtle stimulation in his mouth, the fishy smell of raw food made Qian Huan's train of thought become even clearer.

"This time plus once, neither were done by me, then it can only be……"

Qian Huan crushed the eggshell in his hand, picked up his phone and first dialed a call, directly asking: "Is Li Bashan on night shift at the prison tonight?"

The voice on the other end of the phone came clearly: "Yes, Prison Warden, tonight's schedule shows Li Bashan is responsible for the night shift."

Qian Huan pursued: "Can you confirm he is indeed inside the prison?"

The other end of the phone answered: "Confirmed, he is currently patrolling each floor; I can clearly see his figure on the surveillance monitor."

Although this answer made Qian Huan feel somewhat surprised, it was not completely beyond his expectations.

He gently hung up the phone, then immediately quickly pressed another number.

The phone was soon connected; from the earpiece came Qin Liang's somewhat drunken voice: "Prison Warden Qian, it's so late, haven't you rested yet?"

Qian Huan ignored Qin Liang's question, directly asking: "Forensic Doctor Qin, is Feng Mu by your side now?"

Qin Liang hiccuped, speaking unclearly: "No, the dinner party broke up, I took a taxi, and am walking home now."

Qian Huan immediately pursued: "How long ago did it break up?"

Qin Liang answered: "Not long, I just got in the car, probably two or three minutes."

Qian Huan on this end of the phone slightly frowned, his tone revealing some solemnity: "That is to say, two or three minutes ago, Feng Mu was still with you all along?"

Qin Liang answered truthfully: "That's right."

Qian Huan's tone obviously paused: "During this period, did Feng Mu ever leave your line of sight?"

The warm air in the taxi blew until he felt drowsy; Qin Liang rubbed his temples hard and answered: "Feng Mu went out in the middle to answer a phone call, but came back within two minutes."

Qian Huan pursued: "Are you sure?"

Qin Liang affirmed: "Sure."

"Okay, I know." Qian Huan was silent for two seconds, just preparing to end the call.

Qin Liang hurriedly asked: "Prison Warden called so late to inquire; may I ask what happened?"

Qian Huan didn't intend to hide it from Qin Liang; he said faintly:

"Chang Wei is dead, oh, no, should say Chang Wei's sister died, Chang Wei lost contact, just when you were eating dinner, about more than an hour ago."

Hearing the beeping busy tone in the phone, Qin Liang suddenly woke up; the drowsy alcohol effect was shaken away by a shiver, turning into a tightening urge to urinate in his bladder.

"Chang Wei lost contact? Prison Warden suspects this was done by Feng Mu?"

Qin Liang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated; the confusion from alcohol was replaced by terror,

"Wait, this won't be the 'gift' Feng Mu told me about, right, no no, Feng Mu has been with us all night tonight, he couldn't possibly go out to commit a crime; we can all provide an alibi for Feng Mu, Prison Warden's suspicion simply doesn't hold water."

However, although he comforted himself this way, Qin Liang's spine began to uncontrollably exude cold sweat; in his Nao Hai, a more terrifying thought was forming and would not dissipate:

"Could it be, this is the real purpose of Feng Mu treating everyone to dinner tonight—making everyone become his alibi witnesses?"

Qian Huan hung up the phone, his complexion changing uncertainly for a while.

"Was it done by Feng Mu?"

"It wasn't done by Feng Mu!"

"No, it was he….. done it!!!"

Qian Huan's train of thought turned; he licked the yellow egg liquid stuck at the corner of his mouth, muttering:

"Interesting; it seems I underestimated Feng Mu; this method of crossing the river and destroying the bridge seems much more formidable than I imagined, hehe—"

"Able to kill, and also able to remove himself in advance; not only formidable, but also very smart."

Qian Huan's eyes flickered with cold light; he pondered in his heart:

"Even more worth increasing the stake to pull over to my side, to be used by me, to kill for me; the only problem is, if a knife is too sharp and too smart, it will be very dangerous, easily cutting one's own hand."

Soon, Qian Huan made a decision in his heart:

"Need to find another sharp knife, using one knife to control another knife; so, who to find?"

In Qian Huan's Nao Hai floated a face struggling, conflicted, ultimately betraying friends and conscience.

"Not a bad choice."

Qian Huan thought left and right; he indeed didn't have many cards available in his hand, so he could only make the best use of everything; he sighed,

"It seems Wang Cong this pawn cannot be casually discarded; he still has some value; just don't know if he's still alive now; won't end up like Chang Wei, also missing, right?"

Qian Huan felt his attitude toward Wang Cong this afternoon was too cold; he now felt somewhat worried about where Wang Cong was, whether dead or alive.

After thinking it over, Qian Huan decided to call Wang Cong to make up for the points he had lost this afternoon — if Wang Cong was still alive.

The call was answered quickly by a cold, mechanical female synthesized voice:

—Hello, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later…

Chapter End