Chapter 321 The Carefully Choreographed Stage Has Reached a Dead End

Ma Xuan's head flashed sideways. Wang Ping'an's electric baton was so unmeasured that it almost hit his eyeballs.

He cast an eerie sidelong glance at Wang Ping An and corrected his judgment:

"Okay, there are three of them. What did Feng Mu put into their heads?"

Among the three, Ma Xuan judged that the one who suffered the most abuse from Feng Mu was Guan Zhong, because his arm holding the gun was motionless and his eyes were calm.

Calmness breeds unfathomable madness.

But the person who brought the most pressure to Ma Xuan at the moment was Jiang Li, because the hand holding the gun kept shaking. It was so scary that Ma Xuan's scalp trembled along with the trembling of the opponent's arm.

Feng Mu grinned, very satisfied with the transformation of the three of them.

He noticed that Ma Xuan's legs were bending and retreating, so he smiled and said:

"Don't step back. The blood has already splattered on your trouser legs. The more you hide, the harder it will be to clean it."

Ma Xuan lowered his head and glanced at his trouser legs, his pupils narrowed slightly. Although the uppers of his shoes were not wet, there were clear blood stains on the edges of his trouser legs.

He could hear the deeper meaning in Feng Mu's words, and couldn't help but sneered and said with sarcasm in his tone:

"Why, it's not enough to kill a prison guard, you actually want to blame me for the same crime?"

Before Feng Mu could respond, Ma Xuan snorted again and continued to question:

"Regardless of whether what you said is worthy of belief or not, right now, who gave you the courage and power to kill your colleagues in prison?"

Feng Mu waited patiently for Ma Xuan to finish speaking, and then said calmly:

"Killing colleagues? In my eyes, these beasts who caused riots are not my colleagues, but murderers who cannot die ten thousand times."

He paused slightly, glanced at Ma Xuan sharply, and continued:

"On the contrary, what you are saying now makes me have to doubt your position. Do you want to defend these people, or are you just like the dead prison guards... That's right. Otherwise, why are you in such a hurry? Want to take Lou Rui back?"

Feng Mu deliberately paused here and did not say the next words.

This key accusation is more arousing to people's imagination if it is left blank. At least some of the prison guards around him looked at Ma Xuan with something vaguely wrong.

Especially some of the prison guards who had a good relationship with the dead prison guards in the death ward looked at Ma Xuan with a layer of suspicion and anger.

Feng Mu changed the topic and said again:

"As for where do I get the courage and power?"

The smile on Feng Mu's face disappeared instantly, replaced by seriousness and coldness. He looked around at the crowd, took a deep breath, and shouted righteously:

"This is given to me by the souls of more than a hundred fellow prison guards who died this morning. It is given to me by the sorrow of the orphans and widows they left behind. It is also given to me by the warden Qian Huan!!!"

Feng Mu paused, took out the newly issued letter of appointment from his arms, and slapped Ma Xuan hard on the chest.

At the same time, his right hand was gently bent and pressed close to the ear, as if he was really listening to those silent calls. His movements were full of grief and piety, and his voice suddenly rose to an octave, and his tone was both sad and strange:

"Open your eyes and take a good look around. Those dead colleagues haven't left yet. They are standing around now, holding their broken necks and hanging their twisted arms, and are wailing at us."

Of course Ma Xuan couldn't see the "ghost" in Feng Mu's words. He was staring at the letter of appointment in his hand.

[In view of the major and malignant case that occurred in the Second Supervisory Prison today... after research, it was decided to immediately establish an Internal Supervision Department of the Second Supervisory Prison to be responsible for conducting a comprehensive investigation of this case.

……..

The Internal Inspectorate has the right to mobilize internal prison resources, including manpower, material resources, financial resources, etc., to ensure the smooth progress of the investigation.

…..]

The letter of appointment is very fresh, with the fragrance of ink still lingering on it, and the red seal stamped with ink pad is still moist, as fresh as the bright red gurgling out of the hole in the back of the head under the foot.

In Ma Xuan's eyes, this thin document was much scarier than those invisible ghosts.

The surrounding prison guards were just the opposite. They couldn't see the document in Ma Xuan's hand, but when they heard Feng Mu's emotional description, they collectively shuddered and looked at the air with suspicious eyes.

The cold light reflected on the bloody ground, and the dampness in the air seemed to be filled with a faint red color... The more you look at it, the more eerie and terrifying the surroundings become, and there seems to be some twisted ghost shadow in it. It's looming, making people shudder.

Feng Mu grinned, revealing his strong white teeth. He raised his voice to the highest pitch and roared at Ma Xuan with a ferocious face:

"You can't hear it, but I can hear it clearly. They are here, crying, wailing, and roaring continuously. Their death is too painful and miserable..."

Feng Mu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Xuan's collar, pulled him close to his face unexpectedly, and said word by word,

"They did not die in the hands of the rioting prisoners, they died in the hands of their own people wearing the same clothes, in the hands of the palace workers who helped the prisoners escape, in the hands of Lou Rui who was complicit, and in the hands of the complicit Lou Rui. Here we are…”

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The composure on Ma Xuan's face could no longer be maintained. He listened to Feng Mu's heart-wrenching remarks in front of everyone, and glanced at the frightening gazes of the prison guards around him. His face instantly became as pale as paper, and his blood turned pale in an instant. fade away.

The air was extremely oppressive, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Feng Mu's next words.

Lou Rui struggled desperately on the ground. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Anquan stabbed his mouth with an electric baton, and his broken teeth and bloody tongue were stuck in his throat.

At this moment, the sound of a radio suddenly rang in the air. The voice was Liu Yi's, and the content played was exactly the document that Ma Xuan was holding tightly in his hand:

——"..."

——"...All on-duty personnel must unconditionally cooperate with the investigation of the Internal Inspection Department."

——"If anyone is found to have any form of obstruction or interference during the investigation, the Internal Inspection Department has the right to regard him as a suspect in this case depending on the severity of the circumstances, and take necessary compulsory measures to detain and interrogate him."

——"Feng Mu is now appointed as the head of the prison's Internal Inspection Department, and the appointment will take effect immediately!"

The timing was so good, not a second too early or too late, perfect like a narration inserted at the end of a carefully choreographed stage play.

The atmosphere in the venue was pushed to the highest point, but it was like the hammer of the judge, nailing Ma Xuan's heart into the abyss.

With the atmosphere so tense, Ma Xuan realized that he was completely cornered by Feng Mu. At this time, even if he had thousands of words, it was useless. He could only shut his mouth and listen to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu slowly loosened Ma Xuan's collar, and then carefully helped him to straighten his collar, and then he regained his calm face and said softly:

"Who else died in their hands? I think you will be willing to tell me to redeem your sins, right?"