Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 687 You still dare to say you didn't commit the crime?

Their friendship was devoid of any trace of materialism; it was incredibly "sincere" and "pure," and could withstand any investigation.

The so-called "old cabinet" refers to the freezer in the morgue, while the "gift" that Feng Mu carefully prepared was a corpse that had just been sent in and was waiting to be dissected and appreciated.

It's perfectly normal for a forensic pathologist to receive a corpse for autopsy.

Who can find even the slightest fault in it?

Upon hearing this, Qin Liang's face immediately showed deep emotion, and his eyes even reddened slightly, almost to the point of shedding a few tears of emotion on the spot.

Nothing more needs to be said; Feng Mu is truly exceptionally good to his friends, leaving one speechless.

He usually stayed in the Second Prison, so he knew much better than outsiders what was going on in the Second Prison these days, and whose voices were being heard.

To put it bluntly, even if Qian Huan were to return to the Second Prison alive and well, the only person anyone there would hear, from the guards to the prisoners, would likely be Feng Mu.

Qin Liang gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and lowered his voice to say:
"Feng Mu, I, Lao Qin, will remember your kindness."

I heard... Qian Huan woke up? Is it true? I saw the warden's office has been quietly renovated recently, is he... is he coming back?

He paused, lowered his voice even further, and conveyed a resolute determination to go all out.
Is there anything I can help you with?

If I can't do anything else, I can still produce a flawless 'sudden cardiac death' pathology report..."

Feng Mu immediately spoke up, interrupting Qin Liang with a smile:

"Old Qin, what nonsense are you spouting!"

I have always been loyal to Warden Qian. How could you have such a dangerous idea?
"You're really getting me into trouble! I'd be overjoyed if Warden Qian could recover; I could finally hand over this heavy burden to him. How could you think such a thing?"

Qin Liang was taken aback. He opened his mouth, but looking at Feng Mu's sincere expression, he was unsure what to do. He lowered his voice and tentatively asked:
"Really...really?"

Could I have misunderstood? Did Feng Mu not mean that?
Feng Mu was both amused and exasperated. He patted Qin Liang's arm, his tone utterly sincere:

"Of course it's real, more real than real gold!"

I, Feng Mu, swear to God, I wish Warden Qian would return to the Second Prison in good health tomorrow and take charge of the situation!

He spoke with absolute certainty, his eyes clear, showing no sign of guilt.

Seeing that Feng Mu's expression didn't seem fake, Qin Liang felt a strange sense of relief and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But out of a sense of responsibility and a desire to make a statement as a "good friend," he added very seriously:
"In short, remember what I told you."

If... if, in the worst-case scenario, happens, please remember to contact me immediately.

I guarantee I'll make your autopsy report flawless; no one will be able to find any fault with it!

Feng Mu patted Qin Liang on the shoulder again, his tone becoming somewhat somber:
"Alright, alright, Lao Qin, I have complete faith in your professional skills. But you're overthinking it, relax."

He changed the subject and returned to the main point.

"This time, the police station sent a formal secondment letter because they were short-staffed."

What I mean is, you should get ready and go help out; after all, that's your area of ​​expertise.

He gave a thumbs up.

After saying that, Feng Mu turned his head and looked at Bai Ye, who had been standing to the side, looking reserved and even a little timid.

Bai Ye was wearing a blue and white striped prison uniform, which contrasted sharply with Qin Liang's prison guard uniform.

"White Forensic Doctor!"

Feng Mu's tone remained as gentle and soothing as a spring breeze.
"You have indeed made some mistakes and taken some detours in the past."

But now that you've joined our Second Prison family, let bygones be bygones and don't have any more psychological burdens.

We're all on the same side now, all good friends.

He smiled and patiently guided him:
"You'll know what kind of person I am once you've known me for a while. I can't speak for other things, but I'm absolutely sincere to my friends."

Your family outside is my family too. You can rest assured. I will take good care of them, ensuring they have enough to eat and wear and live a safe and peaceful life.

Feng Mu took a phone out of his pocket, handed it to Bai Ye, and continued:
"Oh, right, here's your phone number. You can contact your family anytime."

If you want to meet, just tell me, and I'll arrange for them to visit you in prison. Everything will be very convenient.

Bai Ye was naturally terrified of Feng Mu, but he dared not disbelieve Feng Mu's words.

He forced a grateful smile, his voice trembling slightly.

"Thank you... thank you, Minister Feng."

I've already spoken to my family on the phone. They said a friend helped them move into a new house, more than twice the size of our old one. The neighborhood is nice, and everyone there seems to be quite happy.

He paused, then nodded vigorously:

Thank you so much!

His gratitude was heartfelt, yet it was also filled with an undisguised sense of humility and fear. His prison uniform served as a constant reminder of his predicament and status.

However, Feng Mu's attitude was the same as always; when he made friends, he never cared what clothes the other person was wearing.

Whether it's the prison guards' uniforms or the prisoners' blue and white striped shirts, in his eyes, aren't they all people from the Second Prison?

Since they're all in the Second Prison, they're all his blood relatives!
Why be so formal among family members?
Feng Mu waved his hand dismissively, his tone as sincere as ever:
"Forensic Doctor Bai, you're too kind. You're being too polite."

I've already said, friends are meant to help each other. I can only feel at ease when you're better, right?

His gaze fell on Bai Ye's prison uniform, and as if he had just noticed it, he gently tugged at the rough fabric, then smiled with an understanding expression:

"I know you might not be used to wearing this outfit, but that's okay, it's only temporary."

"After a while, I'll figure out a way to help you take these clothes off again."

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, quickly lowered it again, and exhaled a long breath, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Yes, yes, you're right."

Friends should help each other, so is there anything I can help you with? If it's within my ability, I definitely will…

Feng Mu was very satisfied with Bai Ye's reaction and continued to smile:
"Yes, there is something. I just told Lao Qin that there's been a big case outside the prison, and the police station is short-staffed, especially lacking excellent forensic doctors."

Old Qin has been seconded there, and I was thinking, since you used to be a forensic doctor in the police station, you're experienced and highly skilled. Why don't you go back with him and lend a hand? What do you say, is that alright?

Bai Ye immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, repeatedly replying:
"No problem, absolutely no problem. I'd be more than happy to go back and help!"

It's just... it's just..."

His mind raced as he carefully chose his words. He didn't know what major case had occurred outside, but based on Feng Mu's thoughtful arrangements and the "deep" impression he had of Feng Mu when they first met, he instinctively felt that this matter was anything but simple.

What he really wanted to ask was—do the cases outside have anything to do with you?
Do you need me to help the police confirm a certain conclusion, or do you need me to refute a certain conclusion? What kind of autopsy report do you ultimately want me to produce?

Feng Mu roughly guessed what Bai Ye was worried about, and he smiled reassuringly, his tone relaxed:

"Forensic Doctor Bai, don't have too much psychological burden, don't overthink it. Go back and just do your normal support work, use your professional skills, and be realistic."

Bai Ye dared not believe such official jargon. He steeled himself, feeling he could only be at ease after clarifying the matter, and thus pressed on:
"Is there really nothing I need to pay special attention to? Or... anything that needs special 'attention'?"

He emphasized the word "care" a little more.

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu thought about it carefully and felt that if he didn't give Bai Ye some pointers, it would be difficult for Bai Ye to truly focus on his work.

He paused for a moment, then spoke in a casual, conversational tone:

"Well, if there's anything I have to be careful about, it's Li Xiang, the current captain of the police station. He's a good friend of mine."

"When you get there, if you encounter any problems you can't solve, you can directly ask him for help. He'll definitely take care of you out of respect for me."

This time, Bai Ye's mind went blank for a moment, and he realized he understood things much better!
Your good friend is investigating the case, your good friend is performing the autopsy, and now you're trying to shove me back in too...

You've arranged everything perfectly, from top to bottom, inside and out, and you still dare to say that the major cases outside have nothing to do with you?!
However, once Bai Ye understood this, the panic and uncertainty deep in his heart strangely disappeared, replaced by a special sense of "reassurance".

He looked at Qin Liang beside him and found that Qin Liang was also looking at him. Their eyes met in the air, and they instantly understood the same knowing look in each other's eyes.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the two spoke to Feng Mu in unison:

"Yes, we understand. Li Xiang is your friend and also our friend."

Feng Mu smiled. One of his greatest hobbies in life was making friends, and he always treated his friends with sincerity.

In his view, it would be wonderful if friends could help each other, learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses, and ultimately make progress together and move towards a wider world.

"Shall we head over to the police station now?" Qin Liang asked again, eager to help his friend resolve his troubles.

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu waved his hand with a warm smile, signaling him to calm down:

"There's no rush. The secondment letter from the police station just arrived, and the formalities need to be completed."

"You two should go back and prepare first. You can report to the authorities after I get Warden Qian's signature and approval. Everything must be done according to the rules."

Qin Liang and Bai Ye: "..."

The two were deeply shocked. They looked at each other and suddenly realized that they might have been judging others by their own petty standards.

Feng Mu's respect for Warden Qian Huan seems to be more than just lip service.

This is such a small matter. Given Feng Mu's actual control over the Second Prison, he could make the decision on his own without consulting anyone.

But he didn't do that; instead, he made an extra trip to get Warden Qian to sign it.

what is this?
This is loyalty manifested in the smallest details, a deep-rooted sense of hierarchy.

At such a time, it is truly remarkable that someone would remain so dutiful and uphold the authority of their superiors.

The only problem is... it seems that Warden Qian is still soaking in his specially made medical aquarium, isn't he?

It is said that he can only move his head and neck with difficulty... Under such circumstances, how can he pick up a pen to sign his name?

They couldn't imagine that scene either, and dared not offer any advice. They could only watch Feng Mu leave with admiration in their eyes.

40 minute later.

The bedroom was filled with the distinctive smell of disinfectant and nutrient solution.

Qian Huan was mostly submerged in the transparent fish tank, with only her head showing. Her face was still pale, but her eyes were much clearer than before.

He looked up at the folder and the temporary transfer letter that Feng Mu handed him, his face showing a look of wanting to cry but having no tears.

He was willing to sign the document, whether in response to Li Xiang's request or out of gratitude for Feng Mu's "defense" of his authority at this moment.

But... how do I sign it?
If Qian Huan weren't absolutely certain deep down that Feng Mu's "loyalty" to her was beyond question, she would almost suspect that Feng Mu had deliberately found an excuse to humiliate her.

He sighed with difficulty, a muffled sound coming from his throat:
"Feng Mu, I understand your loyalty very well."

"Since I've already promised Li Xiang, just send the person over. This is a small matter; I don't necessarily need to sign off on it."

Feng Mu shook his head firmly:

"No, Warden Qian. This signature is mandatory. And it must be your name."

Qian Huan was slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, when she heard Feng Mu explain:
"Once this signed secondment letter is sent to the police station and filed, it will be a clear signal."

This is an opportunity to show the Second Prison staff, the police station, and everyone who cares about you that Warden Qian is still the rightful and legitimate warden of the Second Prison.

Moreover, you have recovered smoothly and are fully capable of handling important matters and work again. This is more effective than any amount of talk we could give outside the company!

Upon hearing this, Qian Huan's eyes lit up.

Standing to the side, Li Hanyu nodded frequently, her eyes filled with admiration and trust as she looked at Feng Mu.

She looked at her son and added, her voice trembling with emotion:
“My son, Feng Mu is absolutely right. This document will be the first official document you sign after you wake up, and this signature is of great significance.”

Once this document takes effect, it means that, in legal terms, you still retain control of the Second Prison.

Qian Huan understood this principle; it was indeed a brilliant move that could greatly stabilize public sentiment and safeguard his power.

But the problem has come full circle—what did he sign with? Did he sign with his tongue?
But from another perspective, if he can't even sign a name, then why should he continue to sit in the position of warden of the Second Prison?

Qian Huan was startled, and suddenly realized that he absolutely had to "sign" this word today, even if it meant...

(End of this chapter)