Chapter 812 - 687: You Still Dare Claim You Didn’t Commit the Crime?

Chapter 812: Chapter 687: You Still Dare Claim You Didn’t Commit the Crime?

Their friendship doesn’t have the slightest hint of the stench of money; it is utterly "sincere" and "pure," completely able to withstand any investigation.

The so-called "old cabinet" refers to the freezer in the morgue, and the "gift" carefully prepared by Feng Mu is a corpse that has just arrived, waiting to be dissected and examined.

For a forensic expert to receive a corpse for dissection is nothing but natural.

Who could possibly find fault with that?

Upon hearing this, Qin Liang’s face immediately displayed a strong sense of gratitude, his eyes slightly reddened, nearly shedding a few tears of emotion on the spot.

Say no more, Feng Mu’s kindness to friends is truly beyond words.

He usually stays in the Second Prison, so he knows far better than outsiders what kind of atmosphere is blowing in the Second Prison now and whose voice is resonating.

To speak such blasphemous words, even if Qian Huan were to return to the Second Prison full of energy, from top to bottom, from prison guard to prisoner, the only voice likely to be heard would be Feng Mu’s.

Qin Liang bit his lip, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, and he lowered his voice:

"Feng Mu, your loyalty is etched in my heart, Old Qin.

I’ve heard... Qian Huan has awakened? Is it true? I noticed the prison director’s office has been secretly renovating recently. Is... is he coming back?"

He paused, lowering his voice further, with a certain determination to risk it all,

"Is there anything you need me to help with?

Nothing else, but a flawless ’sudden cardiac death’ pathological report, I can still..."

Feng Mu immediately interrupted Qin Liang with a laugh:

"Old Qin, what nonsense are you spouting!?

I’ve always been loyal to Prison Director Qian, how could you have such dangerous thoughts?

This is harming me! If Prison Director Qian can recover and return, I’d be too happy to bear, finally able to hand this heavy burden over to him. How could you think like that?"

Qin Liang was stumped, opening his mouth, observing Feng Mu’s genuinely earnest expression, feeling a bit unsure, and lowered his voice to tentatively ask:

"Really... really?"

Could he have misunderstood? Did Feng Mu not mean that?

Feng Mu sighed with a laugh, patting Qin Liang’s arm, his tone incredibly sincere:

"Of course it’s true, truer than gold!

I, Feng Mu, swear to heaven that I can’t wait for Prison Director Qian to return to the Second Prison healthy tomorrow and take charge!"

He spoke with resolute decisiveness, his gaze clear, without any sign of insincerity.

Qin Liang saw that Feng Mu’s expression did not seem false, and the tension in his heart inexplicably eased, letting out a silent sigh of relief.

Yet, out of the self-awareness and gesture of a "good friend," he earnestly added:

"Anyway, remember what I told you.

Later... later, in case, I’m saying in case something unexpected happens, you must remember to find me first.

I guarantee I’ll make that autopsy report impeccable, so that no one can find a fault!"

Feng Mu patted Qin Liang’s shoulder again, his tone slightly deep:

"Alright, alright, Old Qin, I trust your professional skills 100%. But you’re really overthinking, relax."

He changed topics, returning to the main issue:

"This time it’s the Patrol Office sending a formal transfer request due to a manpower shortage.

My meaning is for you to prepare to go over and lend a hand, after all, your professional ability is this—"

He gave a thumbs-up.

After speaking, Feng Mu turned his head to gaze at Bai Ye, who had been standing nearby, appearing anxious and even somewhat apprehensive.

Bai Ye wore a blue and white striped prisoner’s uniform, forming a stark contrast with Qin Liang’s prison guard uniform.

"Forensic Bai!"

Feng Mu’s tone remained a gentle breeze-like warmth,

"You’ve indeed made some mistakes and taken wrong turns in the past.

But now that you’ve joined our Second Prison family, the past is bygone; don’t carry any psychological burdens.

We’re now all insiders, good friends."

He smiled, kindly guided:

"You’ll know my character the longer you’re acquainted with me, not boasting, I’m absolutely devoted to friends.

Your family outside is my family. You can rest assured; I’ll look after them well, ensuring they have no worries about food and clothing, safe and sound."

Feng Mu pulled a phone from his pocket and handed it to Bai Ye, continuing:

"Oh, here’s a phone for you; you can contact your family anytime.

If you want to meet, just tell me, and I’ll arrange their visits to the prison properly; everything will be quite convenient."

Of course, Bai Ye was deeply fearful of Feng Mu, but he dared not mistrust Feng Mu’s words.

He tried to muster the most grateful smile, his voice trembling:

"Thank... thank you, Minister Feng.

I’ve already called home. They say a friend helped, swapping them into a new house double the size of our old one, in a neighborhood with great surroundings, and everyone is... quite happy."

He paused, nodding vigorously:

"Really, thank you!"

His gratitude was sincere, yet filled with unmistakable humility and fear, his prisoner’s uniform constantly reminded him of his own situation and position.

But Feng Mu’s attitude remained consistent; he never cared what clothes the other was wearing when befriending someone.