Chapter 352

Feng Mu seemed to have his curiosity piqued by Gong Lao's words; he raised his head slightly and said with great interest and politeness, "Please speak!"

Chen Yang handcuffed Feng Mu into the Interrogation Room not to admire his unperturbed demeanor; he wanted to see shock, fear, and panic on Feng Mu's face.

He looked up and glanced at the Surveillance Camera installed in the right corner of the wall, only to see the camera's red light flicker once and then go out.

Only then did he speak in a gloomy, eerie tone:

"Do you know? Gong Lao's corpse has already been sent to the Incineration Plant and was almost shoved into the Incinerator to be reduced to ashes. In other words, the evidence of your murder was almost completely destroyed — what a pity..."

Chen Yang closely observed the changes in Feng Mu's expression, a trace of a complacent smile hanging on the corner of his mouth:

"However, at the final moment, I dragged the corpse out of the Incineration Chamber.

Because I saw a news post, published by a self-media person called 【Graveyard Old Tree】; do you know 【Graveyard Old Tree】?"

Chen Yang stared fixedly at Feng Mu; he saw the latter's pupils contract for an instant, and so he presumptuously answered for him:

"You know, right? That's right; this post spread very widely, and discussions on the Internet are in an uproar. Even if you didn't know at the first moment, by now you should have already seen it."

Feng Mu said indifferently, "So what?"

Chen Yang gave a cold laugh:

"So I immediately realized that the situation of your Second Prison is precarious. Someone wants to use this opportunity to completely bring down the Second Prison, or more accurately, they want to bring down the Prison Warden of the Second Prison.

And you are obviously a member of the Prison Warden's camp — am I wrong?"

Feng Mu met Chen Yang's straight, unblinking gaze and nodded frankly in admission:

"Your judgment is basically accurate; then, you decided to…"

Hearing Feng Mu admit it so directly, the confidence in Chen Yang's heart became even firmer.

He took over Feng Mu's train of thought and continued:

"I decided on the spot to no longer be someone else's mouthpiece or mute. I realized there is a huge opportunity hidden behind this. Right, do you understand the meaning of 'mouthpiece' or 'mute'?"

Feng Mu raised his eyebrows slightly; his attitude was relaxed, just like chatting with a same-aged friend; he smiled and said:

"The meaning is very obvious — having no thoughts of one's own, merely mechanically echoing others' opinions, like an obedient echo worm.

In terms of management, this is indeed a labor-saving and safe way. Not to hide it from you, due to my father's sake, I have a very personal, deep understanding of this approach, hehe—"

Seeing Feng Mu understood, saving himself the breath of explanation, Chen Yang said quite happily:

"Exactly, that's the meaning. Hmph, you definitely didn't listen to your father either; otherwise you wouldn't be handcuffed here today. Coincidence — I'm the same. That day I didn't listen to the Old Patrol Officer; I held a News Conference, announced your murder suspicion, and today…"

Chen Yang's voice gradually turned ice-cold like a venomous snake's saliva, spilling out word by word from between his lips and teeth.

At the same time, his right hand slowly reached into his pocket and took out a sealed evidence bag. Inside lay a Dagger, its surface coated with a layer of already-coagulated black Bloodstain, looking exceptionally ominous.

Chen Yang's right hand carefully held the evidence bag, revealing only a small corner of the knife handle, as if afraid of contaminating himself with that evil that should not be touched.

He seemed to be doing this kind of thing for the first time; his movements were not too smooth, trembling a bit. He exerted force for a full several seconds before slowly inserting a corner of the handle into Feng Mu's handcuffed right hand.

Then, his other hand forcefully helped Feng Mu close his fingers, ensuring every single fingerprint was clearly and accurately imprinted on the handle.

Feng Mu cooperated fully throughout, letting Chen Yang leave his fingerprints on the murder weapon. His brain turned slightly, and he guessed Chen Yang's "case-solving logic" eight or nine points out of ten.

Clearly, the Chen Yang before him is also a rising Divine Detective Rising Star, making one unable to help but sigh with emotion — the Patrol Bureau truly is a feng shui treasure land that produces Divine Detectives in abundance.

Feng Mu half-narrowed his eyes and asked faintly:

"Is this dagger the murder weapon that killed Gong Lao?"

Seeing Feng Mu cooperate so much, Chen Yang couldn't help but feel a few points of surprise, but what followed was a pleasant mood.

He had originally prepared some fierce and bloody methods; now it seemed those methods would not be needed, which gave him a slight regret.

He stuffed the murder weapon back into the evidence bag and put it back into his own pocket:

"Indeed it is. You used this dagger to stab through Gong Lao's lungs from behind while he was completely unprepared. Afterwards, you even cruelly set fire to the scene, attempting to fake it into the illusion of Gong Lao's self-immolation.

However, your crime was witnessed by a neighbor, so you simply went all the way and killed the neighbor to silence them as well."

Feng Mu's hands were handcuffed, movement inconvenient, but he still tried hard to clap his hands, providing full emotional value, and exclaimed in admiration:

"An old-fashioned story, somewhat inferior methods, yet I have to admit that just these flaw-ridden tricks are enough to drive the vast majority of innocent people into a dead end.

This world really is…"

Feng Mu was shaken to the core in his heart; the scene before him was so eerily familiar — he seemed to have only just used it on someone else, never expecting it would be copied and used on him so quickly.

Karmic retribution, the cycle of heavenly principle, fate's mockery, hehe—

Chen Yang stared fixedly at Feng Mu's calm, waveless face and finally captured intense emotional fluctuations in the latter's eyes.

He thought he was gradually breaking down Feng Mu's psychological defense; a sense of satisfaction and pleasure surged in his heart, and his face revealed an extremely complacent, satisfied smile.

"That's right. You finally understand the situation. You've been driven to a dead end by me now, but I'm not deliberately targeting you. You still have a chance — as long as…"

Chen Yang's plot exhausted, the dagger revealed; he spoke in a ferocious voice:

"As long as you're willing to identify Prison Warden Qian Huan as the mastermind behind all this, you might have a chance…"

However, Feng Mu's loyalty runs deep into his bones; how could he tolerate Chen Yang's nauseating words defiling his ears.

His facial expression changed drastically, but that was not the panic Chen Yang expected; rather, he took a deep breath and then revealed an intoxicated and mysterious smile, speaking the admiration he hadn't finished earlier:

"This world is truly wonderful to the point of astonishment — simply a paradise for bad people; every inch of air is filled with a pleasing, sweet fragrance."

Chen Yang's expression suddenly froze; his heart fell into a moment of panic, even suspecting his hearing had malfunctioned.

He widened his eyes, full of disbelief, staring fixedly at Feng Mu, and blurted out:

"You, you're not afraid?"

Despite both hands being bound by cold Handcuffs, despite being alone, Feng Mu's face once again displayed that elegant yet deeply hidden morbid smile he had shown in the Elevator that day when surrounded by a crowd:

"Why should I be afraid? Only good people need to be afraid — but am I not a bad person?"

(End of Chapter)