Chapter 313: [Old Tree on the Grave] Wants to Harm Me? Kill Him

Qian Huan's forehead veins bulged like writhing earthworms, hideous, and the situation worsened ten times faster than he had expected.

If this morning he had merely stood on the edge of a cliff, then now this post, wildly forwarded by the ignorant masses, was like a black hand that shoved him hard from behind, pushing him ruthlessly into the abyss, half his body already hanging over the cliff's edge, tottering on the brink.

"【Old Tree on the Grave】 wants to kill me! I remember this name, Feng Mu, I want him dead, I must have him dead, ahhhhhh—"

Through the three-layer blast-proof glass wall, Feng Mu could sense the killing intent inside, wanting to dig a grave and plant a tree for someone.

Qian Huan clenched both hands into fists, fingernails digging deep into his palms, yet he seemed to feel no pain.

His eyes nearly spurted flames, staring fixedly at the ever-rising click-through rate and forwarding count; every jump in the numbers was like a bloody pair of scissors, tearing his heart apart from every angle.

Qian Huan usually considered himself a rational man, but facing the overwhelming, indiscriminate abuse, attacks, and criticism under the post, his emotions began to waver involuntarily.

He had never known human language could be so rich and so... filthy!!!

In short, Prison Warden Qian Huan was suffering his first online mobbing on his path of growth.

Feng Mu quietly observed Qian Huan's expression, nearly twisted to the extreme, knowing the Warden's emotions were on the verge of exploding; if he didn't cool him down now, he suspected the latter would explode on the spot or mutate.

"I have noted the Warden's instructions; I guarantee to you that this 【Old Tree on the Grave】 who slanders you will die a miserable death."

Feng Mu guaranteed with sincere earnestness:

"But not today, nor tomorrow. We have no time now to find a black hand hiding behind the internet. Our urgent task now is to first resolve the hidden dangers within the prison. Warden, you cannot throw your ranks into disarray now."

Qian Huan's angry fists swung down, and the computer screen instantly shattered into fragments. He snapped his head around, his gaze locked tightly on Feng Mu.

He gritted his teeth until they creaked, and rage made his voice hoarse and rough:

"Feng Mu, you're right. We cannot throw our ranks into disarray now. Then, let this 【Old Tree on the Grave】 breathe a few more days..."

Qian Huan then sat back heavily into his chair, his hands trembling slightly as he slowly reached for the glass bottle on the desk.

In the clear liquid inside the glass bottle, a blood-red eyeball slowly turned, its gaze seemingly frozen in an eternal moment of terror and despair.

Qian Huan slowly turned the glass bottle, his cold tone like a ghost's hand reaching from under the bed into the quilt, sending chills down one's spine:

"This prison riot unexpectedly sparked my interest in collecting. Unfortunately, I currently have only one eyeball as a collection, but I hope that in the not-too-distant future, I can add a tongue."

Feng Mu glanced at the glass bottle and understood at once:

"Congratulations, Warden, on obtaining such a unique collectible. Your subordinate will surely take 【Old Tree on the Grave】's tongue in the future and present it to you."

Qian Huan continued to play with the glass bottle; Feng Mu's unwavering voice of loyalty was like a soothing medicine, gradually calming his heart.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled a long-stagnated turbid breath, his tone turning vicious: "Regarding the riot, have you found any clues?"

Feng Mu nodded slightly, then in a calm and firm tone slowly laid out the truth he had investigated:

"First, your subordinate and others, by investigating surveillance footage, locked onto a prison guard with major suspicion. His behavior was abnormal, and various signs indicate that it was he who assisted the death row inmate's escape."

"Unfortunately, when we quickly went to his residence for further investigation, we found he had already been silenced, his body burned to charcoal."

"Fortunately, after some twists and turns, we saw through the murderer's disguise, but the murderer should be a dead man who didn't utter a single word until death. Fortunately, we found another clue on his mobile phone."

Feng Mu took out a mobile phone from his pocket and carefully passed it through the narrow gap of the blast-proof glass wall, continuing:

"The data inside the phone has all been wiped, but Gong Qi and Liu Yi, through technical means, successfully restored a phone number. From the time, it should be the last number the murderer dialed before his death."

That is, the person he immediately reported to after killing to silence.

Liu Yi was stunned and gave Gong Qi a subtle glance, as if saying: "How come I don't remember us helping restore phone data?"

Gong Qi pressed his lips, his expression meaningful, as if replying: "This can be done!"

Feng Mu's reporting style was completely different from Ma Bin's. The latter tended to omit intermediate processes and present results directly, while Feng Mu reported every detail to Qian Huan without omission.

There was no way around it: Ma Bin had no selfishness and was all loyalty, while Feng Mu had no loyalty and was all selfishness. But Qian Huan's expression was very pleased; he just ate this up.

As a leader lacking security and with an extremely strong desire for control, the more critical the moment, the more he wanted to control every detail.

Feng Mu's reporting style precisely satisfied Qian Huan's emotional needs, and the latter's gaze toward him grew increasingly trusting.

Qian Huan took the phone, opened the call records, and indeed saw a number. The number had no note, just a string of digits.

His pupils contracted, sinister as ice shards in winter: "Whose number is this?"

Feng Mu slowly spat out a name from his mouth: "Lou Rui."

Qian Huan's brow furrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of doubt: "Who?"

Feng Mu expressed understanding. As Warden, Qian Huan handled countless affairs daily and was extremely busy; it was understandable that he didn't remember the name of an ordinary prison guard in the prison.

He calmly explained: "A prison guard from Light Supervision Zone Level 1."

Hearing Feng Mu put it this way, Qian Huan finally had a vague impression in his mind. He pulled open a drawer, took out a thick stack of report forms, and flipped through them quickly with his fingers.

After searching for a while, he found an extremely inconspicuous report form at the very bottom, and Qian Huan looked directly at the report conclusion in the last few lines.

Lou Rui's Bone Posture Report:

Bone Posture LR is in an Unstable Ox-type Bone State, mutation probability low, estimated to have cultivated 5 types of martial arts, New Martial Arts accounting for 100%, martial arts grade Low Grade.

Reverse Deduction Score: 9 points.

Life Level Inferior.

Martial Dao Grade: Second Grade.

Danger Level: E Grade.

He had spent a lot of money to have Shi Wuming perform "Visual Inspection" on every prison guard in the prison, and it came in handy now, but it seemed not very useful.

Because the score Lou Rui showed was too low, as ordinary and unremarkable as his position, worthless.

Feng Mu, outside the glass wall, was amazed by the Warden's actions, but his pupils contracted imperceptibly; he seemed to have glimpsed some secret that sparked the imagination...

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