Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 342 The Feast Comes Alive: Hungry
In the empty crematorium, the air was filled with the aroma of corpse bones, intertwined with low and continuous mutterings.

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

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

But the timid baby never made a sound and seemed to be dead, which really tested the father's patience and wisdom.

ask:
How do you teach a baby to obey his father's commands?
Feng Mu raised one eyebrow slightly, his tone revealing 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, okay?"

Feng Mu paused for a moment, his voice slightly colder:

"Only obedient children get to eat, and disobedient children won't get the next big meal~"

The method Feng Mu chose was to wean the baby.

His educational philosophy worked, because a word faintly appeared on the retina - [Hungry!]
In the past, Feng Mu’s heart was filled with countless speculations, and he found many clues and evidences, but nothing could compare to the direct impact brought by the word "hungry" at this moment, which was so strong and certain.

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

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

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a row of white teeth. His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, and he whispered in a soothing voice:

"My dear, good child, your father will never let you go hungry. Tell me, how much more do you want to eat to be full and no longer hungry?"

Perhaps because he was surrounded by Feng Mu's warm love, his response this time was quick and clear, and the number of words was significantly increased:
[Two, three, add up to 100, hungry, very hungry, sleepy!]
The magatama in Feng Mu's eyes spun wildly, and an evil and seductive light flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and then said with a smile on his face, as if coaxing a child:

"If you are sleepy, take a nap first. I will go prepare food. I will wake you up when it is ready. Go to sleep, my good child. Sleep peacefully."

Feng Mu waited for a while, and when he saw that there was no subtitle response, he said grimly in his heart:
"Maybe he listened to me and fell asleep, but maybe he's 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 was lying.

For good and honest children, we need to adopt a set of parenting concepts;
For bad children who lie, we need to adopt a different set of parenting concepts;
He only teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. He doesn't want to follow Feng Ju and educate his children to be another Feng Mu or Feng Yuhuai.

"I still need two or three more blood foods to bring the health bar to 100. Then, [Feast] will fill my stomach and I can upgrade to the next stage, or just crawl out of my father's womb?"

Feng Mu put away his phone, and the magatama in his pupils slowly dissipated, returning to dark and deep, bottomless black.

Of course food needs to be fed, and a good father will not fail to cook for his child, but it certainly won’t be today. Although there is “fresh milk” everywhere in the prison, babies are at their most vital stage, so it doesn’t matter if they are hungry for a while.

Feng Mu walked back to his office. Now he was the director of the Internal Inspection Department and had his own independent office in the Second Prison.

The office was very spacious, and Feng Mu didn't have too many requirements for it. As long as it could provide a place for him to stretch his body and practice martial arts after busy work, it would be enough.

So this office is three times as big as the other offices. Song Ping'an spent the afternoon breaking down the walls of several offices and merging them together to create this office.

The five red characters in Weibei style on the doorplate, "Minister of Internal Inspection Department", were oozing paint. This was a gift for Song Ping'an's joining the company, written with the barrel of a gun dipped in the blood of a prisoner. 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 are already half full, and the lights are on in every room, and the interrogation work is in full swing.

It was obvious that most of the members of the Internal Investigation Department had no intention of sleeping. They were all working diligently, sorting out the blood-stained confessions overnight.

Feng Mu did not force them to work overtime. They all took the initiative to apply to stay up late to work overtime. Each of them seemed to be injected with chicken blood, which stimulated their fighting spirit and potential and turned into workaholics who worked hard.

Feng Mu no longer participated in the interrogation. 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 were like searchlights that never went out, branding the confessions into barbed noose.

Although this department was only established today, the cohesion and organizational ability it has demonstrated are already 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 plans to go to sleep. After being entangled in the personnel struggles within the prison for many days, he finally had a moment of free time today. He planned to practice martial arts to change his mind and refresh his spirit.

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

So, the formula of this world is that those who sleep less will eventually eat those who sleep more.

Feng Mu wanted to be the person who slept the least or even no sleep at all, so that one day, he could eat everyone bite by bite.

"The living don't need to close their eyes." Feng Mu thought as he licked the iron taste between his teeth, "The dead can sleep forever."

[You are immersed in selfless practice!]
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Three Solutions proficiency increased by 8 points.]
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Second Solution proficiency also increased by 8 points.]
[Soul Chasing Step: Blood and Flesh Three-step proficiency increased by 5 points.]
[Soul Chasing Step: Blood and Flesh Second Release proficiency increased by 5 points.]
....
Feng Ju listened to the busy tone coming from the phone, his face turned pale, his chest was filled with resentment, and he felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

"My son is disobedient and unfilial, which makes me angry. Fortunately, I still have a well-behaved and filial daughter!"

Feng Ju stood beside the blue and white car, tried to take a deep breath, then picked up the phone and called Feng Yuhuai.

The old father urgently needs to offset the bad temper he has received from his son with the sweet voice of his daughter. This is the wisdom Feng Ju has gained from being a father over the years.

He has always done this, so when he was at home, he always praised his daughter when he scolded his son, and he also had emotional needs in this regard.

Unlike that rebellious son, Feng Yuhuai's calls can usually be answered quickly, and this time was no exception.

Hearing his daughter's obedient greeting coming from the microphone, Feng Ju felt that the anger in his heart suddenly melted away. He smiled unconsciously and asked:
"At this time, are you ready to rest in the dormitory?"

There was a slight noise coming from the other end of the phone. For some reason, the voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere not long ago.

His daughter's answer was also beyond his expectations, with a little bit of joy and playfulness:
"No, I'm a little hungry. I'm having a midnight snack with my classmates, hehe——"

(End of this chapter)