Chapter 512: All In? Showdown!

Inside the Second Prison.

Qin Liang looked at the name displayed on his phone, hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

As for this incoming call, he actually had a premonition; after all, Qian Huan had been blown to such a miserable state, Li Hanyu would definitely investigate the Second Prison's situation.

And she had no eyes and ears in the Second Prison, so eight or nine times out of ten she would come ask him first.

Only, this question was one Qin Liang had not anticipated.

Qin Liang finally pressed the answer key and said hesitantly:

"Hello, Mrs. Li, Prison Warden Qian he..."

He had just spoken when he was interrupted by the question from the other end of the phone.

The question was like a blunt club, striking him so his temples throbbed.

Qin Liang hurriedly looked around, then subconsciously pushed open the door and entered the cold storage room.

As if this was the place he felt was safest, and where he would not be overheard.

He had guessed the call would come, but absolutely had not guessed it would be this kind of question.

In an instant, his palms broke out in a cold sweat; he had to switch hands, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers.

"You are suspecting Feng Mu, but Prison Warden Qian clearly trusts him the most."

Qin Liang could not fathom Li Hanyu's thoughts, but he was a seasoned veteran, clearly knowing he absolutely could not say a single wrong word at this time.

Otherwise...

Li Hanyu did not answer Qin Liang's question, only pursued:

"You don't need to have reservations, just tell me what you know."

Qin Liang's face darkened, then his gaze drifted gloomily toward a cold storage cabinet; inside the cabinet happened to be the gift Feng Mu had given him.

He could not afford to offend Li Hanyu, but he equally dared not lose Feng Mu's friendship.

The usually gentle and calm smiling face flashed through Qin Liang's mind, and he inexplicably shivered.

He weighed things repeatedly in his heart, finally reaching a decision.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steady and firm, and replied in a deep voice:

"As far as I know, there was no conflict between Feng Mu and Prison Warden Qian. On the contrary, Prison Warden Qian's high regard for Feng Mu was plain for all to see, and Feng Mu was loyal and devoted to Prison Warden Qian, never having a second thought."

Pausing slightly, Qin Liang gritted his teeth and added a sentence:

"Saying something I shouldn't say, privately many people in the prison are spreading that Zhao Xing's death was done by people sent by Prison Warden Qian, and the one who acted... was Feng Mu."

Qin Liang's subtext was: please stop asking, Feng Mu is your family's son's black hand.

Li Hanyu, however, seemed to be missing a tendon as she continued to ask:

"So, you're sure there wasn't even a bit of friction?"

Qin Liang fell silent; this was not something he dared to just pick up.

He thought for a moment and could only reply:

"I can't say for sure, whether this counts as friction, um, it's just that Feng Mu and another confidant promoted by Prison Warden Qian, named Wang Cong, seem to have some grudges and estrangement."

Qin Liang secretly played a little trick, shifting the discord between Feng Mu and Qian Huan onto Wang Cong.

Li Hanyu fell into contemplation on the other end of the phone.

She looked at her son in the operating room, full of tubes, with barely a few patches of skin left, and the cold figure carrying a gourd from daytime emerged in her mind.

Wang Cong came and went in a rush, not even offering a proper word of comfort, forming a stark contrast with Feng Mu who never left his side.

If Feng Mu gave her the feeling of being affectionate and righteous, then Wang Cong gave her the feeling of being cold-hearted and ungrateful.

Simply put, Li Hanyu's first impression of Wang Cong was extremely bad.

Seeing no movement from the other end of the phone for a long while, Qin Liang grew even more panicked.

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and added:

"I really can't figure out what motive Feng Mu would have to harm Prison Warden Qian, Mrs. Li, where exactly does your suspicion come from?"

Li Hanyu naturally would not explain too much to Qin Liang; she pondered for a moment, then said in a steady voice:

"Good, I understand everything, Forensic Doctor Qin, I hope you can forget this phone call."

Qin Liang hurriedly replied: "Okay, Mrs. Li."

The call was hung up, Qin Liang lowered his head and spat a curse:

"Living people are truly troublesome to the extreme."

Then he pulled open the morgue cabinet, a chill rushing at his face.

He gazed at the gift inside, covered in a layer of frost, and his mood eased a bit; he couldn't help muttering:

"No matter how many times I look, it is incomparably beautiful."

Qin Liang's expression changed several times, then he picked up his phone again, deliberated repeatedly, and carefully edited the exchange from the call just now into a text message, sending it to Feng Mu.

Not long after, the phone vibrated, indicating a new message.

— Thank you, Forensic Doctor Qin, you've worked hard, rest early. By the way, Forensic Doctor Qin, is there any gift you've been wanting recently?

Looking at this text message, the corner of Qin Liang's mouth curved up slightly, revealing a trace of a smile hard to detect.

Just like Li Hanyu comparing Wang Cong and Feng Mu together, the difference was obvious, Qin Liang comparing Li Hanyu and Feng Mu together also gave a similar feeling.

When the former called, every question was like interrogating a prisoner, full of a superior's high-and-mighty cold ruthlessness;

While in the latter's text message, even the punctuation marks seemed to exude consideration, full of the warmhearted approachability between friends.

If it were you, which side would you choose?

Feng Mu sat in the car, replying to Qin Liang expressionlessly.

"Is this the suspicion of a superior? Clearly saying they believe, forcing me to swear oaths with my dad and sister, then in the blink of an eye, secretly investigating me behind my back?"

Feng Mu coldly laughed repeatedly in his heart, gaining an even deeper understanding of the shameless face of superiors.

I saved your son, yet you suspect me?

It's truly heart-chilling.

Good thing I've always accumulated virtue and done good deeds, treated people with sincerity, and with friends I've been digging out my heart and lungs, exchanging true heart for true heart.

Feng Mu decided to give Qin Liang two new gifts later as thanks.

The text message said one portion, but actually giving two — you tell me, is the friend surprised or not, is the friendship solid or not?

These are all the life lessons Feng Mu has accumulated bit by bit in ordinary days.

In this day and age, being a villain isn't just mindless killing and ruthless cruelty; one must be more like a good person than good people, understand worldly affairs better than good people.

So those without talent should just honestly be good people, and absolutely not think about being villains.

Feng Mu turned over various thoughts, then turned his thoughts again and thought:

"However, Li Hanyu investigating me probably isn't suspicion, but a gambler's final card verification before going all-in.

Looks like she truly has no one usable, can only stake all her bets on me, then I'll help her a bit more!"

This Feng Mu has always been understanding; thinking of the deep friendship with Prison Warden Qian, he decided to be understanding of Li Hanyu's difficulties once more.

"The contingency plans left before seem still not thorough enough; Li Hanyu is so suspicious, I must devise a foolproof strategy to completely dispel her doubts about me, make her trust me one hundred percent."

Regarding methods of gaining others' trust, Feng Mu still has quite a few insights.

In just the blink of an eye, no fewer than thirteen plans formed in his Nao Hai, and he quickly selected the one most suitable for Li Hanyu from among them.

End of Chapter