Chapter 248: Wanting Both, Greedy and Insatiable

"This gift is simply incredible, Feng Mu, he really is too thoughtful towards me!"

Qin Liang's voice was filled with emotion; he had lived for several decades, lived until his head was bald and his teeth black, yet had never encountered someone so full of sincerity, wanting to befriend him.

Truly, he had a feeling of being surrounded by thick friendship to the point of suffocation.

"I once promised Feng Mu that if he died, I would make him a beautiful autopsy report, but I never managed to do it."

"But Feng Mu instead gifted me in return a beautiful, seemingly precisely cut yet without a trace of stitching corpse."

"I... feel unworthy of receiving it."

Qin Liang's eyes reddened; originally he was still a bit hesitant between Feng Mu and the Prison Warden, not knowing which way to lean his butt, now he understood.

If he so much as stuck his butt 1 centimeter toward Qian Huan's side, that would be a desecration of this friendship.

"Nothing more to say, this friend Feng Mu I must befriend with my life, with Tian Tao as witness."

Tears of emotion flowed in Qin Liang's eyes; he held the just-weighed heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, carefully placing them back into Tian Tao's body, as if completing a sacred ritual.

Zhou Hu rudely pushed the door open and entered; Qin Liang's hand trembled, the heart slipped from his grasp, fell back in, and a corner cracked.

"Is the autopsy report out? What exactly is Tian Tao's cause of death?"

Zhou Hu's voice was cold and ruthless; his gaze fell on those bloody, mangled organs in the corpse's chest cavity, his face revealing obvious disgust.

He was not a Forensic Doctor, did not possess those eyes capable of perceiving minute details, appreciating the beauty of death.

In his view, these organs were merely a messily clustered pile of nauseating meat lumps, making him feel sick.

Qin Liang's brows knotted into a lump, exceptionally pained that his gift had been touched and a corner broken; he glanced at Zhou Hu with annoyance, voice cold: "Myocardial infarction."

Zhou Hu's eyes lit up, he repeated: "Myocardial infarction, then isn't that the same as the Former Prison Warden's sudden death cause?!!"

Qin Liang let out an "Mm," truly not wanting to exchange a single extra word with Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu completely failed to notice this, only hehe'd a cold laugh: "Good, this same old routine again, hmph hmph."

Zhou Hu heavily patted Qin Liang's shoulder, praised: "Well done, later issue a detailed autopsy report, send it to my office."

After Zhou Hu left, Qin Liang sat there quietly, not rushing to start writing the autopsy report.

He first walked to the sink, meticulously washed his hands, then took out his phone, sent a text message to his new friend.

— Feng Mu, the gift you gave me, I like it very much, it deeply struck me, under this gift's witness, we will certainly become friends who exchange true hearts for true hearts.

— However, I must apologize to you, Zhou Hu accidentally damaged a corner of the gift, but I will use all my ability to carefully restore it to its original state.

Good friendship needs careful nurturing, must be treated like a perfect corpse, not allowing it to be tainted by flaws, otherwise one must sincerely apologize, absolutely cannot hide anything from a friend, letting integrity suffer stain.

Qin Liang's current conduct is flawless; his sincerity and meticulousness demonstrate his respect and cherishing of this new friendship.

Thus his new friend replied, bringing warm comfort:

— No need to take it to heart, it's just a gift, if it's broken, I'll just send you another one later.

Qin Liang's fingers on the screen stiffened slightly; he truly had no intention of asking for a gift, he was not such a greedy and insatiable person, one can only say his new friend's deep affection and heavy righteousness truly made his heart scorching hot.

"Unworthy of receiving, can only think of a way to gift Feng Mu something in return later, just don't know what he would like?" Qin Liang thought in his heart.

At the same time, Qin Liang's hands did not stop; he continued to attentively handle Tian Tao's remains, meticulously suturing them, then gently placing them into the freezer.

Since the Second Prison's reform, the freezer had never been used once; all remains were directly sent to the incineration room.

Tian Tao probably never expected that after death he would enjoy such extraordinary care; that smiling face became even more radiant in the freezing.

Inside the Warden's Office.

After Feng Mu calmly finished replying to Qin Liang's text message, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket, sitting very quietly on the sofa.

Behind three layers of thickened explosion-proof glass, Qian Huan had just finished a phone call, his complexion very grave, just unknown how much of this gravity was real and how much was acting.

Even with Feng Mu's keen insight, he found it difficult to accurately capture the truth and falsehood behind Qian Huan's expression.

Unlike Chang Wei or Zhou Hu and the others, Prison Warden Qian Huan's level was clearly much higher; at least the 【Mask】 on his face had long since grown into his skin, flesh, and bone marrow, melted into one.

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, his heart stirring for the first time with the thought that he should prioritize upgrading 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】.

Perhaps, after 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】 upgrades, it could spy out more information, not just limited to HP data?

Qian Huan 【271/271】

The Prison Warden's HP bar above his head was unremarkable; Feng Feng Mu calmly withdrew his gaze, then unintentionally let his gaze lightly shift toward another figure standing in the corner.

That person's height visually estimated around 1.9 meters, build thin like a straight withered branch in winter; his existence seemed to merge with the surrounding air, if not for deliberate observation, very easy to overlook his presence.

Shi Wuming 【1544/1544】

"A new face ah, HP bar thicker than E Corpse-transformed Wang Cong."

Feng Mu only glanced indifferently, then confirmed this face he had not seen before; he formed a preliminary guess in his heart,

"Temperament doesn't look like a Prison Guard either, most likely Tian Guang Capital or rather Guangming Group sent a personal bodyguard for Qian Huan, hmm, should be Qian Huan's Mother Li Hanyu went to Guangming Group to plead for a protective amulet for her son, heh—"

Feng Mu's heart turned, he guessed eight or nine points out of ten: "Just the name is slightly inauspicious, might not live long."

In Feng Mu's upcoming plans, he needed Qian Huan to stand at the front shielding him from wind and rain; Qian Huan's personal combat power, like his HP bar above his head, was flimsy and ordinary, but it didn't matter; what Feng Mu needed was only the convenience brought by Qian Huan's identity and background.

In exchange, he and his arranged people would act as knives controlled by Qian Huan, at his disposal, serving him.

So as a knife, he could allow the "Master" to have another knife, but he absolutely did not hope the "Master" could also wear a layer of armor.

A person cannot both want armor and want a knife; that's a bit greedy and insatiable, not good, very not good!

(End of Chapter)