The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

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It's my stupid Imoto, that's all right!

Feng Mu's feelings for Imoto are like brocade intertwined with fine textures, complex and dense.

At first, Feng Mu's heart was built with a high wall, and his feelings for Imoto seemed closed and indifferent.

However, as time passed, Imoto's continuous accumulation and deepening efforts quietly changed Feng Mu's mood, and he began to develop a strong sense of love for Imoto.

One pays silently, regardless of cost; the other pays silently, and provides guidance and support quietly.

To a certain extent, their stories have become the most touching brother and sister story of the year, warming the hearts of every insider.

The only regret is that this touching story has a limit of 100 million points, and it is really impossible to tell it to outsiders for free.

Oh, you ask how much you have to pay to listen to this story, don’t ask for more, just a warm late night snack!

Feng Mu closed the system subtitles and frowned slightly:

"Imoto's contributions are indispensable in my growth today, but how could she just stare at the closest people around her?"

Feng Mu couldn't figure out what disease Imoto had, and his diet became more and more simple.

Feng Mu thinks this is not good, and this dietary structure is very unhealthy.

Because after following this recipe, Imoto will soon have nothing to eat and can only cook the family.

It would be fine if Imoto only invites his father to dinner, but she is afraid that she will go to find her poor mother, and she can't help but want to invite her good brother to dinner.

Feng Mu still has a trace of feelings for his original mother in the bottom of his heart. There is no way. He is a kind person. Others are a little bit bad to him. He may forget it if he turns around, but if others treat him. Diandian is good, but he may remember it for the rest of his life.

Feng Mu pondered for a long time and silently sent Feng Yuhuai his most sincere prayer:

"My stupid Imoto, I hope you never do stupid things that make you regret. Good brother, I have spent a lot of effort on you. Don't come too early to deliver meals to me. ah."

The Lord of Destiny is praying for Imoto, which shows Feng Mu's great love for Imoto.

Feng Mu could only pray, but couldn't do more. After all, my dear father taught her one thing since she was a child:

What she wants will definitely be in her hands in the end.

The steel-like belief that my father cast for Imoto was probably not corrected by my brother's guidance a few times.

Feng Mu took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The breath seemed to contain deep helplessness and heavy feelings, echoing in the room and never dissipated for a long time:

"System, I think your vision is too narrow. True family affection should never be bound by the innate bloodline. Think about it carefully, is it reasonable for what I said?"

Feng Mu had to make the worst plan. If possible, he wanted to try to find the next Imoto to replace Feng Yuhuai's position.

Feng Mu thought to himself: "If I had another Imoto, then I wouldn't feel pain because I had to 'eat' my sister."

This principle is like those boyfriends who have two girlfriends at the same time, they will not easily feel too much sadness because of a breakup.

Feng Mu despises the scumbag very much, but as a villain with bad living conditions, he feels it is necessary for him to learn or learn about the survival of the scumbag.

………

The cold boots stepped through the dry corridor and made a dull echo. After the access control was induction and recognition, the hydraulic door slid to both sides, revealing the passage.

Qian Huan walked steadily into the cleaned dead prison area. His face did not fluctuate at all, and his eyes flashed coldly.

After thoroughly eroding the rust-dyeed water prison, the blood and dirt of yesterday were no longer visible.

The ground was dragged smoothly as a mirror, and under the cold light above his head, Qian Huan's cold and grim face could be reflected on the ground.

However, there was still a scent of blood that was difficult to dissipate in the air, which made Qian Huan frown slightly. He ordered lightly:

"Spray more freshener in the air to press the smell."

Wang Cong followed Qian Huan, nodded after hearing this, and said understandingly:

"This smell will probably have to remain for a few days before it can be completely eliminated, but this is impossible. Whether the corpse is cleaned or burned, it will always leave a smell, unless it is..."

Qian Huan turned his head and glanced at Wang Cong: "Unless it is?"

Wang Cong replied quietly: "Unless it is eaten and decomposed into fertilizer, this is the answer that nature has long told humans. Being eaten and decomposed is the least traceable way to deal with corpses."

Qian Huan is now increasingly valuing Wang Cong's brains and wisdom, but in this matter, he does not fully agree with Wang Cong's views.

He smiled softly and said:

"This is not necessarily the case. It's just that our ready-made technology is still relatively backward, and many aspects of life are relatively primitive. I have visited the hospital in Shangcheng before, and the handling and utilization of corpses there is very advanced and convenient, which is amazing. ”

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Upon hearing this, Wang Cong showed a faint look of longing on his face:

"I really hope that one day, my subordinates will go upstairs with the warden."

Qian Huan smiled and made a serious promise:

Qian Huan smiled and his expression became serious. He promised:

"There will always be opportunities. As long as our [Octagonal Cage Colosseum] can develop smoothly, advance steadily, and continue to expand its influence, Uptown may not be out of reach. After all, Uptown also has a prison."

When Wang Cong heard the cake drawn by Qian Huan, he was very sensible and showed excitement and murmured:

"It's hard for my subordinates to imagine what the prison in Upper City looks like. I think it must be very different from the prison in Upper City, far beyond my subordinates' imagination."

Qian Huan's mouth twitched. Wang Cong's question really involved Qian Huan's knowledge blind spots. When he visited Shangcheng, he had never visited Shangcheng's prison.

After all, he never thought at that time that Tianguang Capital could invest in the prison system, and he could transform himself from a private enterprise to a prison warden.

I can only sigh that fate is impermanent and things in the world are really unpredictable.

Qian Huan breathed a long sigh, interrupting Wang Cong's imagination, and he said in a deep voice:

"The prison in Shangcheng is still too far away, so let's not think about it for the time being, but you can think about the dead prison area in front of you."

Wang Cong stood there and was stunned for a moment.

Qian Huan patted Wang Cong's shoulder heavily, took out a job order with ink fragrance in his hand, and stuffed it into the latter's arms:

"Yesterday, I appointed Feng Mu to form the Second Inspectorate Department, which is mainly responsible for investigating the riots and stabilizing the order of the prison. But what he did is to lay the foundation for our plan."

Qian Huan paused for a moment, showed an expression of "You are the one I value the most", and said in a deep voice:

"The dead prison area is the most important part of the plan. I will leave it to you for management now. From now on, you will be the new prison mayor of the second dead prison area."