Chapter 205 It’s Not About Who Dies First and Who Dies Later, but Who Dies and Who Lives?

It’s not Prison Guard Feng. Don’t suddenly stop talking. If you don’t talk, we will panic!

All the prisoners looked at Feng Mu eagerly, feeling that their bodies were constantly being glued and pieced together in the latter's hands, overlapping each other.

Feng Mu was also in a dilemma. They all called him a good person, but he really couldn't bear to tell the truth that hurt them.

"Prison Officer Feng, if you don't speak, are you acquiescing?" A prisoner asked unwillingly.

Feng Mu glued the last piece together before looking at the person who asked the question. The prisoner's face looked even paler than the corpse in his hand.

He couldn't bear to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, you may not die soon. It depends on how much balance is left in your account."

Feng Mu paused and asked, "So, do you still have a lot of balance in your prison account?"

The prisoner shook his head stiffly.

Feng Mu: "Then you may have to find a way to transfer some money into your account, or it would be better to find relatives outside to save more for you."

The prisoner's face was as pale as paper, and he said miserably: "We just collected it last week, and we collected it again this week, and we even collected double the money. If this continues, when will it end?"

The prisoner next to him answered for Feng Mu: "It will be over when we are completely drained and beaten to death like Hou Laosan."

The atmosphere in the cell was suffocatingly heavy, as if even the air had solidified.

Feng Mu felt that the heat was almost rising, so he forced a smile on his face and said:

"Don't be too desperate. Maybe, after a while, prison policies will change. You still have to have hope in life."

The prisoner who told the truth seemed to have little money in his account. He sneered with a broken can:

"Prison Officer Feng, please stop fooling us here. We have been in this second prison longer than you. This second prison has been famous for demanding money. Today I heard that there is another [final elimination system]. This is really trying to squeeze out every last drop of oil and water from our skin, leaving no way for us to survive.”

Feng Mu frowned slightly, then stood up and gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't lie to you. Although I am just a new prison guard, I can't help you with anything. I can only let you die with dignity, but..."

Feng Mu turned to look at Wang Cong, pushed Wang Cong in front of everyone, and said, "But, I believe he will change your harsh living environment."

All the prisoners looked at Wang Cong in shock.

Naturally, they recognized this person. He was the prison guard who had worked the most night shifts in the past six months.

The prisoners are all human beings, and they can naturally see that Wang Cong has been marginalized and bullied by his colleagues. How can they believe that such an bullied prison guard can change their current situation.

Wang Cong walked out with a slightly stiff face, took a deep breath, looked at the prisoners, imitated Feng Mu's patient and compassionate look when he spoke, and said:

"Yes, what you just said is right. Your situation in the future will only get worse and worse until you are all dead."

After saying that, Wang Cong ignored the desperate cannibalistic looks of several prisoners and repeated the rules of the "last elimination system" that he told Feng Mu in the afternoon to all the prisoners.

Although the prisoners had heard the news, they did not know everything.

At this moment, Wang Cong explained the rules of [Last Place Elimination System] one by one. Every word hit their hearts like a heavy hammer, making the prisoners' hearts sink to the bottom.

Wang Cong, however, ignored the prisoners' mood and only followed Feng Mu's instructions, constantly stimulating the prisoners with the truest and bloodiest words.

He said: “Today is only the first day of the [last elimination system], and the prison guards are still very restrained, but when the specific rankings are announced next Monday, those prison areas at the bottom, from top to bottom, will fall into Real madness.”

He added: "And once this madness starts, if you don't want to be at the bottom, you can only get worse every time. This is an endless competition. Every week, the survival money you need to pay will double."

He finally said: "You may be able to bear it in the first week, but in the second week, you have to pay double the survival fee. In the third week, this number will double again."

"But the money in your account will only keep shrinking until it suddenly reaches zero one day. Then, you will all end up turning into piles of corpses. The only difference is just a few weeks earlier or a few weeks later."

As Wang Cong spoke, his palm slowly slid towards the electric baton on his waist. He felt that these prisoners were already burning with anger from stimulation, and there was already murderous intent gushing out from their eyes.

It seemed as if in the next second the rage would overwhelm their long-tamed fears, rushing forward together to tear themselves to pieces.

Wang Cong's voice suddenly rose and he said hastily: "Unless you refuse to pay from the beginning."

At the same time, Feng Mu also walked up to Wang Cong. His face lost its former warmth, replaced by a rare indifference and severity, and his voice was cold and solemn:

"Yes, if you want to survive, you must not succumb to prison this time. This bad guy must, absolutely, absolutely not be allowed to leave."

The flames in the eyes of the prisoners were frozen. They stared at Feng Mu and Wang Cong in shock, and their eyes focused more on Feng Mu's face.

Although Feng Mu kept saying that Wang Cong was the person who could change their current situation, for some reason, deep down in their hearts, they instinctively believed that Feng Mu was the more powerful and convincing person.

"What's the meaning?"

"If we don't pay, the prison guards who collect the money will beat us to death."

The prisoners in the room asked in panic.

Feng Mu was not in a hurry. He waited patiently for the prisoners before he said in a deep voice:

"Paying money is like cutting your flesh with a blunt knife. You will be tortured to death piece by piece. And once the first person pays, the others will not be able to hold back and will be cut together in the end, which is equivalent to collective suicide. I don't need to explain the reason in detail."

It is hard to say whether the prisoners who can enter the prison have a high degree of education or not. It is unknown whether they have a high level of education or not, but their understanding of human nature, especially the "evil" side, is at least above the passing level.

They understood the scene described by Feng Mu.

Seeing that they agreed with his reasoning, Feng Mu continued: "As for the possibility of being beaten to death if you don't pay, this is indeed a cruel fact in front of you."

The prisoners looked at Feng Mu with hope, hoping that he could give a solution.

Feng Mu shook his head and said in a tone that was chilling to the bone:

"There is no way to do this, because if you want to live, someone has to die anyway, but the former is a collective death, it is nothing more than a question of who dies first and who dies later, while the latter is a question of drawing lots, who dies and who lives."

Feng Mu paused slightly, giving the prisoners some time to slowly digest the heavy meaning of his words.

When their expressions changed from astonishment to contemplation, he slowly spoke and continued:

"Those who resisted the prison guards for not paying money are considered unlucky, but as long as they resisted several times in a row, some people died and survived, then the rest of them can live."

Feng Mu restrained the coldness on his face, his eyes revealed the compassion and gentleness of the past, and his voice became low and emotional:

"To fight against the misfortune brought by fate, it is impossible to pay no price. Using the sacrifice of a few people in exchange for the chance for the majority to survive, I think this is the most fair and best result worth accepting for both the dead and the survivors."