Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 312 Let Feng Mu Eat First

Walk out of the underground parking lot, go through the corridor, pass the light prison area, and go to the death prison area.

The closer they got to the death row, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became. Gong Qi had sharp ears and eyes, and could even hear the sound of washing the floor.

It was a wet mop dragging laboriously, dragging the greasy blood and minced meat into the water dungeon pool, and then swinging it up and down, cleaning the mop in the pool of soaked corpses.

The drain at the bottom of the water dungeon pool made a low pumping sound, and the pipes on the wall continuously injected clean water into the pool, trying to dilute the viscosity of the water.

However, this effort seemed to backfire. Instead of fading, the color of the pool water became deeper and more gorgeous, like a terrifying scene immersed in darkness.

wow——

Gululu——

Gong Qi's ears trembled slightly as he heard the body that was finally salvaged, being dragged to the edge of the pool and seemingly placed on a loading cart.

The cart was piled high with corpses, and the heavy weight caused the rusty wheels to make a teeth-grinding sound as they rubbed against the ground.

When Feng Mu and his colleagues returned to the death row, they saw exhausted prison guards dragging carts full of corpses and struggling to move them to the crematorium.

There was a circle of minced meat stuck to the wheels of the cart, which turned with a "crunching" sound, leaving streaks of blood on the ground.

The corpse at the bottom of the cart had arms that mischievously hung out and rubbed the ground all the way, as if it were still alive, leaving crooked scratches on the ground.

The scene in front of them looked horrifying, but the prison guards coming and going seemed to turn a blind eye, with numb expressions and mechanical movements.

They are really tired today!

It had been a long time since they had personally carried corpses, let alone carried so many corpses at once. This kind of dirty and tiring work was previously assigned directly to the prisoners.

It's not that no one has considered calling on prisoners from other prison areas to share this heavy labor, but on this special day, no one dared to make such a suggestion to the warden.

So, today, all of this is back in their hands, and those who are even more tired than them are the carts that had long been "laid off".

They had all become rusty after being stored in the warehouse for the past few years. Unexpectedly, they were put into service again today, and as soon as they came back, they were running at full capacity. Many of them could not bear it and fell apart, with wheels and boards broken all over the ground.

Not far away, a cart had a flat tire and fell apart. A pile of corpses as high as a person fell against the wall, paralyzing the traffic. Several carts behind were unable to avoid it, and a tragic chain rear-end collision occurred in an instant, with corpses everywhere.

Feng Mu witnessed this scene, with a look of compassion on his face, he said: "It seems that the most dangerous suppression activities are over, so you all should go and help."

The people behind him nodded in unison and moved the scattered bodies in groups of two.

They were proactive, coordinated well, and extremely efficient, as if they had endless energy. This was in stark contrast to the prison guards around them who took the opportunity to slack off.

Feng Mu took Gong Qi and Liu Yi to the warden's office. On the way, they passed the crematorium. The narrow corridor was filled with queues of corpses.

There was almost no place to step on at the front. One could only vaguely see a huge gourd swinging at the entrance of the incinerator, as if it was commanding two or three prison guards to carry the bodies into the incinerator in order. In the incinerator, the four incinerators were running like tireless beasts, and the mouths of the incinerators were the greedy mouths of the monsters, opening and closing constantly, swallowing the food that was fed to them whole.

The incinerator probably never imagined that one day it would eat so much that it would feel bloated and gas would come out of its throat. The heat waves from the cremation of corpses caused visible ripples in the air in the room.

Several prison guards who were helping to move the corpse were sweating profusely, their clothes were soaked, the high temperature had turned their bodies white and rosy, and a strange meaty aroma was faintly emanating from their bodies, as if they would be served on the table soon.

Their eyes began to become gradually blurred, and their bodies seemed to have developed extremely strong hallucinations due to severe dehydration.

In a trance, they saw strands of particles like white sand quietly and silently coming out from Wang Cong's trouser legs, from Wang Cong's sleeves, and from the old gourd behind Wang Cong.

Then the particles slowly spread in the air, like ghosts in a nightmare, gradually condensing into strange tentacles, wrapping around their necks.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you are too tired. I am enough to be alone in the incineration room. I can work more efficiently when I am alone."

On the verge of collapse, suffocation and fainting, the few people seemed to hear Wang Cong's gentle murmurs vaguely in the mist of dreams.

"But I can't eat alone. I've already secretly eaten a lot today. Feng Mu has to enjoy the main course first. Hmm...but how can I leave some for him?"

Wang Cong suddenly pulled open the leftmost door of the incinerator with force. With a wave of his arm, the white sand tentacles penetrated the raging flames of the cremated corpses and rushed to the iron wall at the rear, slowly pushing it open, revealing the winding, dark "intestines" inside.

Wang Cong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had an idea in his mind: "Let's just hide it in here."

The sound of gravel whistled, and the entire incineration room was gradually shrouded in haze.

The camera outside the corridor cannot see inside the incinerator. It can only see a figure carrying a gourd on his back, constantly going in and out like an industrious bee. The long line of corpse carts outside is visibly getting smaller and are being digested bit by bit in the incinerator.

Feng Mu pushed the door and walked into the warden's office.

Shi Wuming still stood in the corner as steady as a rock, not worried at all about the future of prison.

He glanced at Feng Mu indifferently, then calmly retracted his gaze. The moment he lowered his head, a hint of cold murderous intent flashed across the depths of his eyes.

Shi Wuming was calculating the date of action in his heart:
"Qian Huan is in a very bad situation right now, so this mission will probably end soon. Alas, I can't make more money from him. Well, I will try to get the money I can't make from Qian Huan back from Feng Mu, and by the way, avenge my old friend."

Feng Mu glanced at the health bar above Shi Wuming's head with some feeling, then looked at the prison warden Qian Huan behind the explosion-proof glass.

The latter had an extremely gloomy face, and was staring at the computer screen with his pupils blazing with fire. On the computer screen was the news report [The Old Tree on the Grave], which was tens of thousands of words long, with both pictures and texts, rigorous logic, and well-founded reasons, which made people have no choice but to believe it.

"Slander, all slander, damn it, where did this bastard [Old Tree on the Grave] come from?"

The hysterical roar echoed in the office...

(End of this chapter)