Chapter 244

Honk honk honk—

Qian Huan's gaze lingered on the phone's incoming call display for a few seconds, his face showing a hint of surprise and contemplation.

He slowly answered the call, and hearing Wang Cong's voice on the other end made his heart relax; after confirming it was indeed Wang Cong, he slightly adjusted his emotions, and his tone gradually became gentle:

"Wang Cong, I'm glad you're alright."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Cong was on speakerphone; he glanced at Feng Mu, who had a half-smile, then forced a dry voice from the corner of his mouth:

"Warden, what happened?"

Qian Huan naturally heard the distance in Wang Cong's tone, and said dismissively:

"Something happened at Chang Wei's home; his sister died, and Chang Wei himself is missing, his life or death unknown, so I... am very worried about you."

Some words need not be said too clearly; Wang Cong understood at once, subconsciously glanced at Feng Mu, then pretended to be terrified:

"Warden, do you suspect this matter has something to do with Feng Mu?"

Qian Huan certainly suspected as much; otherwise, why would he call Wang Cong? Wasn't it because he suspected the latter had also been killed?

But he couldn't put it that way; Qian Huan pondered for a moment, sighed, and said:

"I'm not sure, after all, Feng Mu has a perfect alibi, so I can't make a rash judgment. However, you are the person in the Second Prison who knows Feng Mu best; what do you think?"

Wang Cong stared straight at Feng Mu, and Feng Mu blinked at him, looking rather playful.

I don't know if it was because he had replaced a heart implanted by Feng Mu, but Wang Cong felt that even without words, just a glance could let him understand the other's meaning.

Wang Cong sucked in a sharp breath into the microphone, his voice suddenly becoming hurried:

"Warden, I can't quite see through Feng Mu now, but I feel this matter definitely has something to do with him. Warden, I... what should I do now? Will Feng Mu do something to me..."

Qian Huan heard Wang Cong's vigilance and unease, and was secretly satisfied; he interrupted his panicked speculation and said earnestly:

"Wang Cong, such baseless accusations cannot be said carelessly. Besides, aren't you fine now? So, don't be too afraid, stay calm."

Wang Cong controlled the wriggling of his Adam's apple and made several sounds of swallowing hard.

Through the microphone, Qian Huan could hear Wang Cong's inner fear; a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, but his tone became increasingly concerned:

"Since you're fine now, it shows things may not have been done by Feng Mu, or rather, Feng Mu may not necessarily suspect you."

Wang Cong stammered: "But I really did it; Feng Mu will find out sooner or later. No, no, Feng Mu must have already suspected me."

Qian Huan's voice suddenly turned stern: "Rest assured, you are not like Chang Wei. You are doing things for me, so I will protect you. Don't worry; I will talk to Feng Mu tomorrow morning."

Without waiting for Wang Cong to speak, Qian Huan sighed again and continued:

"I deliberately didn't see you this afternoon for your own good; there are many eyes in the prison, and something just happened at the Incineration Room. If you rushed to see me, wouldn't it expose to others that you are my man?"

Wang Cong smiled without his eyes reaching them, his tone apologetic: "Sorry, Warden; I didn't think it through at the time."

Qian Huan said magnanimously: "Forget it; being exposed is fine too. That way, if anyone wants to bully or retaliate against you, they'll have some misgivings."

Wang Cong was so grateful he was about to cry; he expressed his gratitude to the Warden as if it cost nothing.

Qian Huan smiled: "Anyway, since you are my man, you don't need to fear anyone; I won't let anyone touch you."

Wang Cong seemed infected by the Warden's powerful confidence; he said excitedly: "I understand, Warden."

On the other end of the phone, Qian Huan's face was cold; he smiled without his eyes reaching them: "Tomorrow morning, come to my office; I have something to explain to you."

"Yes!"

Wang Cong loudly accepted the order; after Qian Huan hung up first, he put down his phone, turned to look at Feng Mu, and hooked a cold smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Back then, the Warden lured me into betraying you just like this; how laughable, he thinks he can fool me twice?"

Feng Mu understood Wang Cong's inner resentment, but he did not agree with Wang Cong's approach; he retorted: "Why can't he fool you twice?"

Wang Cong was stunned, then heard Feng Mu continue:

"He is willing to lie to you, which shows you still have value; so, this time not only must you be fooled by him, you must also believe him implicitly and follow his orders!"

Wang Cong was thoughtful; after becoming an E Corpse, his thinking had also become calmer.

He said: "What if the Warden asks me to deal with you?"

Feng Mu grinned, his tone without a ripple: "Listen to him; just do as he says."

Wang Cong didn't quite understand, but since Feng Mu said so, he would unconditionally do as told.

Feng Mu then explained lightly: "This Warden of ours seems to lack a sense of security, so he inevitably has a strong desire for control; then we will create the illusion for him that he can control everything."

Wang Cong nodded as if enlightened: "I understand."

Feng Mu stood up from the sofa and said while walking out: "Tomorrow when you go to the Warden's Office, you can find an opportunity to push your plan to him."

Wang Cong's eyes lit up; he now also somewhat understood the fundamental reason Feng Mu was obsessed with this plan, because it had also become the reason he longed for it.

Not to climb up, not to create profit, but for... an endless supply of high-quality food rich in nutritional value.

Wang Cong licked his lips, his eyes filled with thirst to feast heartily and eat his fill; of course, the premise was that Feng Mu had to eat his fill first before it was his turn!!!

April 26, Tuesday.

Upper City's buttocks turned on the lights on time, the Night Sky was instantly dispelled, and Lower City once again welcomed the shroud of light.

Qin Liang's hangover hadn't worn off; he endured the headache, didn't even eat breakfast, and drove out early to the Prison.

He hurriedly changed into his uniform in the changing room, then hurriedly came to Light Prison Area A and asked several Prison Guards who were on night duty and preparing to change shifts:

"Did anything happen last night?"

The duty Prison Guard was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said: "Nothing happened."

Qin Liang frowned: "Really nothing happened?"

The duty Prison Guard thought for a moment before answering: "Oh, Captain Tian Tao beat another disobedient prisoner to death; that probably doesn't count as anything, right?"

Qin Liang relaxed slightly in his heart, but immediately felt an inexplicable panic; he hurriedly asked: "Where is Tian Tao? Where is Tian Tao?"

The two duty Prison Guards didn't understand why Qin Liang was so nervous, but still answered truthfully: "Captain Tian Tao should be sleeping in the duty room, right?"

Qin Liang's heart tightened; without saying more, he hurriedly walked toward the duty room; the two duty Prison Guards looked at each other, not understanding why, and followed along.

Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, finally stopping abruptly at the duty room door.

The door was ajar, revealing a crack as thin as a little finger; inside was dim, with neither light nor strange odor, quiet as if everything were ordinary.

Yet this tranquility seemed to carry a heart-pounding eeriness.

Qin Liang stood at the door, his heels seemingly nailed in place, long lacking the courage to push the door open.

"Why don't you go in?"

The prison guard walked out from behind him, asking while casually pushing the door open inward...

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