Chapter 813 - 687: You Still Dare Say You Didn’t Commit the Crime? (Part 2)

Chapter 813: Chapter 687: You Still Dare Say You Didn’t Commit the Crime? (Part 2)

Whether it’s the prison guard’s uniform or the prisoner’s blue and white striped shirt, in his eyes, aren’t they all people of the Second Prison?

Since they’re all in the Second Prison, they’re all his blood relatives, part of his family!

Among family, there’s no need to be so formal.

Feng Mu nonchalantly waved his hand, his tone as sincere as ever:

"Forensic Bai, you’re being too polite, too formal.

I said it before, between friends, we should help each other. When you’re well, I can feel at ease, right?"

His gaze fell on the prison uniform on Bai Ye, as if noticing it for the first time. He gently tugged at the coarse fabric, displaying a considerate expression and said with a smile:

"I know you’re probably not used to wearing these clothes, but that’s okay, it’s all temporary.

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

Bai Ye was momentarily stunned and then quickly lowered his head, taking a long breath, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Yes, yes, you’re right.

Between friends, we should help each other, so, is there anything I can help with? As long as I can do it, I definitely will..."

Feng Mu was quite pleased with Bai Ye’s reaction and continued to smile:

"Yes, there is indeed something. I just talked to Old Qin, a big case happened outside the prison, and the Patrol Office is short on people, especially skilled forensic pathologists.

Old Qin has already been seconded there. I’m thinking that since you used to be a forensic pathologist at the Patrol Office, with your experience and solid professional skills, you should go back and help too.

What do you think, no problem, right?"

Bai Ye shook his head like a rattle drum, responding repeatedly:

"No problem, absolutely no problem. I’m more than happy to help!

It’s just... just..."

His mind was spinning rapidly, cautiously choosing his words. He didn’t know what exactly had happened outside, but with Feng Mu’s thoughtful arrangements and the "deep" impression Feng Mu left on him when they first met, he instinctively felt this would not be simple.

He actually wanted to ask — does the case outside have anything to do with you?

Do you need me to help the Patrol Office confirm a certain conclusion, or do you need me to overturn a certain conclusion? What kind of autopsy report do you want me to eventually make?

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

"Forensic Bai, don’t have too much of a psychological burden, don’t overthink it. Just go back for normal support work, play to your professional strengths, and be truthful."

Bai Ye couldn’t trust such official talk, he braced himself, feeling it was better to ask clearly to be at ease, so he pressed on:

"Is there really nothing I need to pay special attention to? Or... is there somewhere I need to give special ’consideration’?"

He emphasized the word "consideration" slightly.

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu seriously thought for a moment, feeling that if he didn’t give a little advice, Bai Ye might not be able to work with real peace of mind.

After a moment of contemplation, he spoke in a casual, chatty tone:

"Hmm, if there’s something you really need to pay attention to, it’s that the current captain of the Patrol Office, Li Shang, is a good friend of mine.

If you run into any trouble there that you can’t solve, you can directly ask him for help. He’ll definitely look out for you for my sake."

Now, a "boom" exploded in Bai Ye’s mind, leading him to think even more, even clearer!

The one investigating the case is your good friend, the one in charge of forensic reports is also your good friend, and now you squeeze me back in too...

You’ve arranged everything, top to bottom, inside and out, and yet you dare say the big case outside has nothing to do with you?!!

However, realizing this, the panic and uncertainty deep inside Bai Ye’s heart strangely vanished, replaced by a special "sense of solidity."

He looked towards Qin Liang beside him, and found Qin Liang also looking at him. Their gazes met in the air, and in that instant, they both understood the mutual realization in each other’s eyes.

Suddenly, both of them, with a tacit understanding, spoke to Feng Mu in unison:

"Hmm, we understand, Li Shang is your friend and also our friend."

Feng Mu smiled. One of his greatest hobbies in life is making friends, always treating friends with sincerity.

And if between friends, they can help each other, complement each other, and ultimately progress together towards a broader world, in his eyes, that’s wonderful.

"Should we now head over to the Patrol Office?" Qin Liang, seeing the matter settled, took the initiative to ask, showing eagerness, wanting to solve problems for friends immediately.

Feng Mu heard this, his smile warm as he waved a hand, signaling him to calm down:

"No rush, not right at this moment. The secondment letter from the Patrol Office just arrived, and the procedures need to be complete.

You two, go back and prepare first. Once I get Prison Director Qian to sign for approval, only then should you go and report. Everything must still be done by the rules."

Qin Liang and Bai Ye: "..."

The two were greatly shocked, exchanging glances, suddenly realizing that they might indeed have judged Feng Mu from a petty person’s perspective unjustly.

Feng Mu’s respect for Prison Director Qian Huan seemed to be far more than mere words.

In such a small matter, given Feng Mu’s actual control in the Second Prison, he could absolutely call the shots without reporting to anyone.

But he deliberately chose not to do so, taking the extra step to have Prison Director Qian sign.

What is this?

This is loyalty shown in minute details, respect ingrained to the bone.

At such a time, to still adhere to one’s duty and uphold the authority of a superior is quite remarkable.

The only issue is... isn’t Prison Director Qian currently soaking in a special medical fish tank?

Reportedly, only his head and neck can barely move... In this situation, how is he supposed to pick up a pen to sign?

They couldn’t imagine the scene either, nor dared to remind, so they just watched in admiration as Feng Mu left.

minutes later.

In the bedroom, the special scent of disinfectant and nutrient solution lingered.

Qian Huan had most of his body submerged in a transparent tank, only his head exposed, his face still pale, but his eyes clearer than before.

He looked up at the folder and the secondment letter needing his signature that Feng Mu brought before him, with a look of being at a loss whether to cry or laugh.

He was willing to sign this, whether out of response to Li Shang’s request, or gratitude for Feng Mu "upholding" his authority at this moment.

However... how to sign?

If not for the deep-seated belief in Feng Mu’s unquestionable "loyalty," Qian Huan would almost suspect Feng Mu purposely found an excuse to humiliate him.

He let out a slow, difficult sigh, his throat emitting some muffled sounds:

"Feng Mu, I understand your loyalty to me.

Since I’ve agreed to Li Shang, just send the people over. Such a small matter, you don’t need to wait for me to sign."

But Feng Mu shook his head firmly:

"No, Prison Director Qian. This signature is necessary. Moreover, it must bear your name."

Qian Huan was slightly stunned, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, then he heard Feng Mu explain:

"Once this signed secondment letter is sent to the Patrol Office and archived, it’s a clear signal.

This can be an opportunity to show to the Second Prison, the Patrol Office, and everyone paying attention to you, that you, Prison Director Qian, are still the rightful Death Row Director of the Second Prison.

And that you have successfully recovered, perfectly capable of handling important matters and work again. This is more effective than anything we could say externally!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Huan’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Standing by, Li Hanyu also nodded repeatedly, her gaze towards Feng Mu filled with admiration and trust.

She looked at her son, her tone excitedly added:

"Son, Feng Mu is absolutely right. This document will be the first official document you sign after waking up, its signature bears great significance.

Once it takes effect, it means legally and factually, you are still in charge of the Second Prison."

Qian Huan understood this logic; it was indeed a brilliant move, greatly stabilizing morale and maintaining his power.

But the problem returned to the original point—how was he supposed to sign, with his tongue perhaps?

But from another perspective, if he couldn’t sign a name, on what grounds could he continue as the Prison Director of the Second Prison?

Qian Huan felt a chill run through him, suddenly realizing that today, he must "sign" it, even if...