The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

In the empty incinerator, the air was filled with the aroma of corpse bones, intertwined with low and continuous mumbling.

It was like a loving father coaxing a timid baby to crawl into his arms and call him daddy.

This scene was full of tear-jerking love and weirdness.

But the timid baby never made a sound, as if he was dead, which tested the patience and wisdom of being a father.

Question:

How to teach a baby to obey his father's orders?

Feng Mu gently raised one eyebrow, and his tone revealed gentleness and concern:

"This feast almost went into your stomach. Look how well your father has raised you, so you have to learn to be grateful and obedient, do you know?"

Feng Mu paused, and his voice became slightly colder:

"Only obedient children have food to eat, and disobedient children will not have the next big meal~"

The method Feng Mu chose was to wean the baby.

His educational philosophy worked, because a word appeared faintly on the retina - [Hungry!]

In the past, Feng Mu's heart was full of countless guesses, and he found many clues and evidences, but all of them could not compare to the direct impact brought by the word "hungry" at this moment, which was so strong and accurate.

"My entries are responding to me. They are indeed alive and have already nurtured consciousness in my body!"

Feng Mu was surprised and happy, with various thoughts growing in his mind, and his face was filled with an increasingly warm smile.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and his voice was as soft as the spring breeze, whispering and soothing:

"Baby, good child, father will never let you starve. Tell daddy, how much more do you need to eat to be full and no longer hungry?"

Perhaps surrounded by Feng Mu's warm love, this time the response was quick and clear, and the number of words also increased significantly:

[Two, three, make up to 100, hungry, very hungry, sleepy! ]

The magatama in Feng Mu's eyes spun wildly, and his eyes showed an evil and seductive light. He took a deep breath, and then said with a smile like coaxing a child:

"If you are sleepy, take a nap first. Father will prepare food. When it is ready, father will wake you up. Sleep, my good child, sleep peacefully."

Feng Mu waited for a while, and saw that there was no subtitle response. He said grimly in his heart:

"Maybe he listened to me and fell asleep, but he may also be pretending to be dead again, hehe——"

Feng Mu was not in a hurry to make a judgment. As a good father, he was willing to give the unborn child the greatest degree of trust until he could find evidence that the child lied.

For honest good children, one set of parenting concepts should be adopted;

For bad children who lie, another set of parenting concepts should be adopted;

Only by teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, he did not want to learn from Feng Ju and educate his children to be another Feng Mu or Feng Yuhuai.

"I still need two or three more blood food to pile the blood bar to 100, and then [Feast] can fill my stomach and upgrade to the next stage, or just crawl out of my father's womb?"

Feng Mu put away his phone, and the jade in his pupils slowly dissipated, returning to dark and deep eyes that could not be seen.

Of course, food must be fed. A good father will not not cook for his children, but it will definitely not be today. Although there is "fresh milk" everywhere in the prison, babies are at their most vigorous, so it doesn't matter if they are hungry for a while.

Feng Mu walked back to the office. Now he is the director of the Internal Inspection Department and has his own independent office in the second prison.

The office is very spacious, and Feng Mu does not have too many requirements for the office. As long as it can provide a place where he can stretch his body and practice martial arts after busy work, it is enough.

So this office is three times the size of other offices. Song Ping'an took advantage of the afternoon to break through the walls of several offices and merge them together to arrange it.

The five red characters in Weibei style on the doorplate, "Minister of Internal Inspection Department", were oozing paint. This was a gift for joining the company written by Song Ping'an with the barrel of a gun dipped in the blood of prisoners.

Except for Feng Mu's personal office, almost all other rooms in the Internal Inspection Department were converted into interrogation rooms.

At this moment, these interrogation rooms were already half full, and each room was still lit. The interrogation work was in full swing.

Obviously, most of the members of the Internal Inspection Department had no intention of sleeping. They were all working hard and sorting out the blood-stained confessions overnight.

Feng Mu did not force them to work overtime. They all took the initiative to apply for staying up late to work overtime. Each of them seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, inspiring their fighting spirit and potential, and turned into a workaholic who worked hard.

Feng Mu did not participate in the interrogation anymore. He had absolute trust in every member of the Internal Inspection Department and believed that they could complete their respective tasks independently and efficiently.

The violent hissing of typewriters came from the other end of the corridor. The team members with bloodshot eyes never extinguished their confessions like searchlights, branding them into barbed noose.

Although this department was only established today, its cohesion and organizational strength have already been the best in the entire prison.

Feng Mu stepped into the office and glanced at the clock on the wall - 22:44.

He also had no intention of going to sleep. He had been tied up by the personnel struggles within the prison for many consecutive days. Today, he finally had a moment of leisure. He planned to practice martial arts well to change his mind and nourish his spirit.

As a human being, you either fight, kill, or practice martial arts. There is no time to sleep. Those are things that dead people do.

Therefore, the formula of this world is -people who sleep less will eventually eat more people who sleep more.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Feng Mu has to be the one who sleeps at least or not to sleep. In this way, one day, he can eat everyone one by one.

"Living people don't need to look at each other." Feng Mu licking the iron smell between his teeth and said, "The dead can sleep forever."

[You are immersed in forgetting me! ]

[Seven Killing Fist, Boxing and Battle, and the proficiency of 8 points. ]

[Seven Killing Boxing Blood Bloody Solution also increases by 8 points. ]

[Soul chasing step · Film and fleshy proficiency increase 5 points. ]

[Soul Chasing Step · Film two -solution proficiency increases by 5 points. ]

... ...

Feng Jue listened to the blind voice from the phone, his face was ironing, his chest was filled with a vulgar, and he felt that he could not sleep tonight.

"My son is not filial, and I am angry. Fortunately, I still have a good and filial daughter!"

Feng Jue stood by the blue and white car, worked hard to breathe deeply, then picked up the phone, and called Feng Yuhuai.

The old father suffered from his son, and he urgently needed to hedge with the sweet voice of his daughter. This is the wisdom of Feng Gu's father for many years.

He has been doing this for a long time, so he used to praise his daughter when he was habitually reprimanding his son at home, and he also had emotional needs in this regard.

Unlike Naizi, Feng Yuhuai's calls can be connected quickly, and this time.

Listening to the obedient greetings from the daughter in the microphone, Feng Jue felt that the inner breath suddenly melted, and his face was unconsciously smiled and asked:

"This point, are you ready to rest in the dormitory?"

There was a subtle noise from the phone. Somehow, the sound sounded a little familiar, as if he had just heard of it not long ago.

His daughter's answer was also unexpected, with a little joy and playfulness:

"No, I'm a little hungry, I am eating supper with my classmates, hee hee-"