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

Bai Ye's body was almost pressed against the car door, trying to distance himself from Feng Mu, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Feng Mu said softly, with a chilling calmness in his voice.

"It's mainly because the autopsy report by Medical Examiner Bai was very well done. I've also seen autopsy reports in prison. To be honest, the quality of those autopsy reports is worlds apart from the one you produced."

Feng Mu continued, his tone still gentle, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

Bai Ye's heartbeat suddenly quickened, his fingers trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to speak.

"Feng...Feng Mu...I..." Bai Ye spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling with despair.

"I know you're scared, Dr. Bai."

Feng Mu interrupted him with a subtle sense of humor:

"You're afraid you won't have time to get yourself a coroner's report, aren't you?"

Bai Ye didn't say anything, his neck was as stiff as if it was rusty.

Feng Mu slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Bai Ye's face:

"Don't be afraid, I don't look like a bad guy who would kill an entire family over a disagreement, right?

Besides, logically speaking, in our story, you are the bad guy, and I am just a good guy who is willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself, hehe——"

This was the first time Bai Ye met Feng Mu in person. When he saw his face, which was calm and gentle, with a friendly smile, Bai Ye only felt a chill down his spine.

He looked at the face so close to him, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Bai Ye's breathing became rapid and his fingers trembled slightly. The forensic doctor's eyes were like a thermometer to measure the temperature of the corpse, but when he met Feng Mu's eyes at this moment, he saw a pool of cold stagnant water. There was no trace of human warmth at the bottom of the stagnant water.

This reminded Bai Ye of the corpses on the dissection table, those cold objects that had long lost their life.

Bai Ye suddenly had an absurd illusion in his heart - the person in front of him was clearly not a living person, but a corpse disguised as a living person!!!

"I don't know whether you are a good person or not, but there is a high probability that you are not alive!" Bai Ye shouted in panic in his heart, cold sweat sliding down his back and soaking his shirt.

Unfortunately, there were only him and Feng Mu in the car, and Bai Ye didn't know who to reveal his shocking discovery to.

"Captain Feng, do you know that your son is not alive?"

Bai Ye really wanted to take out his cell phone and call Feng Ju, but he didn't have the courage. He could only hide this secret in his saliva and swallow it back into his stomach.

"Autopsy is an art, and you have great attainments in this area. There are still many people in this world who are not dead or are about to die, and they need you to speak for them. So, are you willing to accept my kindness?"

Feng Mu looked at Bai Ye and asked with a smile on his face.

Bai Ye's face was solemn, his tongue was stiff: "Thank you, what do you want me to do?"

Feng Mu was very satisfied with Bai Ye's attitude. He suggested:

"I think it's a bit of a waste of your talent to stay in the patrol station. You should come to the Second Prison. Only in prison can you get the most opportunities to practice your professional skills."

Bai Ye's breathing finally slowed down. His back was soaked, but he couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his heart:

"If it's just a matter of changing the workplace, then it seems... not unacceptable. As long as I can survive, everything is fine."

However, Feng Mu's next words instantly shattered the little hope that had just risen, as if it was ruthlessly snuffed out by a cold hand.

Of course, as for how to report to the Second Prison,

Feng Mu's voice suddenly lowered a little, and he said in a gentle and persuasive way,

"I believe that with Forensic Doctor Bai's ability, this is not difficult. All it takes is a little... a little frame-up, and you can report to the Second Prison smoothly, right?"

Bai Ye's head exploded with a buzzing sound, and it felt like something was blocking his throat, making him unable to speak.

He suddenly realized that he had misunderstood. Feng Mu was giving him a chance to survive, but this method was not to let him change his workplace, but to let him change his identity and report to the Second Prison.

I went to the Second Prison not as a forensic doctor, but as a prisoner!!!

Feng Mu saw that Bai Ye was silent, but the smile on his face did not diminish:

"Doctor Bai, you seem reluctant. Do you think I'm wrong, or do you need any help?"

Bai Ye didn't dare to ask Feng Mu for help. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He opened his mouth and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying:

"No, no thanks, you're absolutely right, I can handle it myself."

"real?"

Feng Mu stared at Bai Ye intently, his eyes flickering with a strange light, "Doctor Bai really agree with my reasoning from the bottom of his heart?"

Bai Ye didn't dare to look Feng Mu in the eye. He just felt that those eyes were extremely scary, like two bottomless black holes that were going to suck his soul in.

He lowered his head, his teeth chattering, and finally squeezed out a sincere sentence from the bottom of his heart:

"Really...really. I...thank you for giving me the chance to atone for my sins. I will seize it."

[Use reason to convince others to trigger the effect!]

[——Bai Ye is deeply impressed by your reasoning. Your strength value is permanently increased by 0.01.]

Looking at the prompt box flashing across his retina, Feng Mu retracted his gaze, made a please gesture to Bai Ye, and said in an extremely gentle voice:

"Very good. The Second Prison awaits your arrival at any time. I hope you can have a good dream during the day."

……..

At half past nine in the morning, the light in the upper city was bright.

The artificial "light" showers and refracts on the glass of tall buildings, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

The whole city seemed to be covered with a layer of gold foil, so bright that it was blinding and so false.

Lou Duan sat in his office with the curtains half-drawn. Light squeezed in from the gaps, like a slender snake, crawling across his desk.

His fingers tapped the wooden tabletop in a slow and powerful rhythm, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

The TV was on with the volume turned down low, and the voice of the anchor of the morning news was calm, almost indifferent.

The picture flashed, and a charred corpse appeared on the screen, the charred skin curled up like a piece of paper licked by flames.

The camera stayed on for only a second before cutting back to the host's face.

At the bottom of the screen, a short line of subtitles scrolled silently:

——Chen Yang, a police inspector, accepted bribes and framed others. He set himself on fire at home last night. The details are still under investigation...

Lou Duan's gaze lingered on the subtitles for a moment. The "sunlight" outside the window was still dazzling, shining on his profile but not into his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as an ancient well, calm yet with undercurrents surging.

"Self-immolation, huh——"

He repeated the word in a low voice, with a strong sarcasm in his tone:

"The police station changed its previous slowness and handled the case very quickly this time..."

Lou Duan didn't care about Chen Yang's death. To him, Chen Yang could use his death to help him see some things clearly, so he died a worthy death.

In a confusing situation, corpses are the most authentic universal language. The messages and codes that big shots want to convey are hidden in corpses. The key lies in whether you can understand them.

If you understand it, you are the one who will go to the feast;

If you can't understand it, you will be the next corpse.

This is called asking for directions by throwing a corpse, do you understand?