Chapter 247: Who Sat in That Chair? The True Gift!!!

Behind the office door.

Everyone could hear Zhou Hu's furious roar: "Get out, this isn't your concern to worry about, don't put on a show in front of me, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Feng Mu kept his expression calm, his eyes showing not a trace of resentment or discomfort; he quietly watched Zhou Hu, then, without revealing anything, swept a glance at Ma Xuan, offered no defense, and simply withdrew quietly to outside the door.

His gaze swept over those colleagues outside the door, their faces taut, struggling to manage their expressions; his face showed not the slightest embarrassment, but rather he said in a deep tone:

"It seems the Zone Chief's prejudice against me runs deep; that doesn't matter, but if it delays Captain Tian Tao's pension, that would be my fault."

Feng Mu paused slightly, his expression still calm as water, and continued:

"Since the Zone Chief won't agree, I can only go apply to the Prison Warden; that shouldn't count as bypassing my superior and breaking the rules, right?"

Unlike Wang Cong's sneaky secret meeting with the Prison Warden, Feng Mu went openly and aboveboard to the Prison Warden's office.

The prison guards watched Feng Mu's receding back; whether they understood his maneuver or not, the reverence welling up in their hearts was beyond words, impossible to hide.

Although Captain Tian Tao had passed away, forever leaving the Second Prison, his captain's position had become vacant, yet everyone felt a faint, strange illusion in their hearts: as if the captain's position had never been vacant for even a moment.

But on the chair in the captain's office, right now it was clearly empty with no one sitting; you say, isn't that strange?

In the distant Ancient Era, there circulated a saying: a thousand people see a thousand Hamlets.

This saying applies equally to the Second Prison: everyone's eyes reflect a murderer, and the more they look, the more everyone seems like one.

Just like the low-level prison guards, who groundlessly collectively convicted Feng Mu as the real killer, utterly without reason; Zhou Hu also insisted one hundred percent that Qian Huan did it.

The logic behind this is very complex: there are the different positions people sit in, the different scenes they see or news they hear, and the different perspectives and thought processes of people at different ranks, but most importantly, their subjective inclinations differ.

In other words, deep in their subconscious they had already involuntarily sketched out the murderer's image; even before the murder occurred, everyone's heart had actually already pre-drawn such a sketch portrait.

This isn't some prophetic supernatural ability; it's just the basic operation of the human heart, no trickery, all human nature.

Zhou Hu coldly laughed repeatedly and hung up the phone; Ma Xuan stood carefully to one side and asked softly: "Station Chief Lou, what are your instructions?"

The corner of Zhou Hu's mouth hooked a fierce smile:

"What else can he say? Two dead in one night; Station Chief Lou definitely won't let Qian Huan run wild like this anymore; he really thinks the Second Prison is his family business? We'll just wait and see."

Ma Xuan silently nodded, keeping quiet.

Zhou Hu spoke fiercely again: "Of course, we can't just do nothing and wait for the higher-ups to handle it; we have to take the initiative, gather some evidence of Qian Huan's crimes; at worst, we have to stir up some trouble."

Ma Xuan's heart tightened; that mysterious phone call from last night echoed again in his mind.

Zhou Hu noticed Ma Xuan's distracted expression and asked with knitted brows: "What are you thinking about?"

Ma Xuan shook his head and sighed: "I'm worried about Chang Wei; do you think he still has a chance of survival?"

Zhou Hu's face looked ugly; he didn't answer Ma Xuan's question directly, but sighed: "Chang Wei got what he wished for; he found his nephew."

Ma Xuan heard his teeth chatter with cold: "This confirms Chang Wei is dead; he can't even be bothered to pretend a shred of sentiment."

Even though he no longer held expectations for Zhou Hu, the man's ruthlessness to this degree still made Ma Xuan's whole body turn cold.

Ma Xuan now dared even less to be certain who harmed Chang Wei; Prison Warden Qian Huan's suspicion is naturally the greatest, but it's also not certain it's him — there could be someone else.

The purpose is nothing more than framing the Prison Warden, thereby igniting the Second Prison's conflicts and forcing the higher-ups to deal with the Prison Warden.

Hu seemed to also realize his coldness just now was a bit excessive; he laughed awkwardly, then instructed Ma Xuan:

"You go contact the prison guards under Chang Wei; see if you can pry out some evidence from their mouths that can identify the Prison Warden."

Zhou Hu paused, meaningfully: "You understand what I mean, right?"

Ma Xuan nodded to show he understood.

Zhou Hu squeezed out a false smile on his face, trying to make his voice sound natural:

"Good; I'm always at ease when you handle things. Hurry up; I need to go check Tian Tao's autopsy report first."

Autopsy room.

Tian Tao lay quietly on the autopsy table, his expression peaceful and relieved, none of his usual irritability and temper, looking very approachable.

Qin Liang held the scalpel and dissected.

One cut opened the abdomen; the electronic balance beside him weighed the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys; blood, red turning black, stained his white gloves red, stained the table surface red.

The more Qin Liang dissected, the more alarmed he became; he looked at the corpse on the table, his pupils flickering with incredulous light.

The corpses he had dissected were not few; if not a thousand, then hundreds; all kinds of bone contours, muscle lines, and the various shapes of hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys — he had seen them all.

By rights, he should long since have been calm as still water, unmoved by corpses.

But,

Tian Tao's corpse still far exceeded Qin Liang's expectations, dealing a huge shock to his nerves.

"Too regular; every single bone, the proportional lengths corresponding to each other are all perfect, simply as if meticulously arranged."

"The muscle lines are also extremely smooth, no fibrous nodules at all, simply as if grown to conform to the scalpel's grain."

"And these organs — heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys — each one is exquisitely formed, no excess fat, none oversized or undersized; they look just like they were produced from standard molds for heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys."

Qin Liang's throat turned dry; the corpse before his eyes seemed as if grown according to a textbook; this is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely abnormal.

Those who understand understand; the depths of the mystery here are profound!

Qin Liang took a deep breath; he hurriedly ran to the bookshelf nearby and pulled out a dusty general anatomy textbook.

He quickly flipped it open, finding the page with the color illustration depicting the anatomical model.

Holding a ruler, he began meticulously comparing and measuring.

With every inch of comparison, Qin Liang's expression gradually became shocked; his mouth unconsciously gaped into an O-shape:

"Identical; no, can't say identical — rather, everything is scaled down proportionally."

Qin Liang's voice carried an indescribable tremor; he gently set down the ruler, muttering to himself: "Gift!!!"

A shock like an electric current spread from Qin Liang's scalp through his whole body; he suddenly realized this corpse was the true gift Feng Mu had given him.

Yes, for a forensic doctor, what could move his heart more than obtaining a flawless corpse that walked straight out of a textbook?

If gift-giving is a scholarship, then clearly Feng Mu has already achieved the utmost a human can do.

This gift simply stabbed straight at Qin the Forensic Doctor's soul, letting him once again feel with incomparable vividness the sincere intent behind Feng Mu's hope to befriend him...

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