V2.Chapter 707

The back kitchen in the afternoon is very quiet. At least when Wang Fan went to the kitchen door, he thought that the prisoners here were not working.

It was not until he came to the door of the back kitchen, with a faint smell of blood, that he realized that the calmness behind it was actually different from what he had imagined.

Lao Zhu, who had spoken to him in the early morning, was lying on the chopping board he used to cut vegetables. His face was as painful as paper, and he had no blood.

His limbs were cut off, the wound is still dripping blood, although the blood is not much, but enough to put the surrounding air, are smeared with disgusting smell of blood.

A knife was stuck in Lao Zhu's neck, and the white wound turned out, like pork taken out of cold water.

The expression on his face had solidified, and the mixture of fear and pain was enough to show what he had experienced.

9527 holding a water pipe, washing the blood on the ground, numb expression, like a robot without feelings.

"Who did it?" Wang Fan looked at 9527 and asked.

Hearing Wang Fan's voice, 9527 stopped his work and looked up at Wang Fan standing at the door. After his eyes stopped on Wang Fan's face for a moment, he turned to the prisoners beside him and said, "brother Shui said, he's here, so we can continue to work!"

I thought the criminals in the back kitchen were gathered together because of Lao Zhu's death, but I didn't expect that the reason why they were standing at the door was that they were waiting for themselves, which Wang Fan didn't expect.

"What do you mean? Water brother Wang Fan asked.

At this time, 9527, which is not far from Wang Fan, has continued to wash away the blood on the ground. It seems that he didn't hear Wang Fan's question, or he didn't want to give any answer.

"Who killed the old Zhu, is he a United Bamboo Gang?" Wang Fan frowned and asked.

9527's attitude made Wang Fan very dissatisfied. He didn't like this indifference, especially when facing a corpse.

However, 9527 didn't seem to recognize Wang Fan's dissatisfaction in his tone. He still focused on washing the blood on the ground and didn't look at Wang Fan again.

"Pa"

The angry Wang Fan kicked off the water pipe in 9527's hand and glared at the numb 9527

"Brother Shui cut off his limbs. As a punishment, I ended his pain with that knife. Is that what you want to hear?" 9527 expressionless reply.

"Why didn't you save him?" Wang Fan glared at 9527, and his voice was full of complaint.

"Then why do you want to harm him?" 9527 looked at Wang Fan fearlessly and asked coldly.

"Why do you think I did him harm? Is it because a Shui killed him? Then I can kill you now and put the blame on others, can't I? " Wang Fan asked angrily.

"You shouldn't ask him if he can stew fish. Lao Zhu is stupid. He knows that he will die, and he has to please you. Maybe he wants to live too much!" 9527 return road

In order to live and please Wang Fan, but because of this practice two lost his life, I'm afraid even Lao Zhu also don't understand these, so he didn't close his eyes to death.

The cold knife ended his pain, but it also killed him.

Perhaps many times, we will encounter such embarrassing things, clearly hope to get better results, but because of your efforts, ushered in the reality you can not accept.

If it wasn't for flattering Wang Fan, if it wasn't for wanting to rely on him, maybe Lao Zhu wouldn't have died here, at least not like today.

9527 didn't do or say wrong.

He had no way to save Lao Zhu, because he didn't want to die like this, so he chose another way to help Lao Zhu in pain, which also needed courage and courage.

There is nothing wrong with what he asked Wang Fan.

Lao Zhu's death has something to do with Wang Fan. When brother Shui killed Lao Zhu, he gave the reason that Lao Zhu was close to Wang Fan, but it's a fact that can't be refuted.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Wang Fan for not rejecting him. I didn't expect that this would bring him death.

The sound of water and footsteps came from the back kitchen. The expressionless prisoners started their daily work again. The stove was burning hot and began to evaporate the water in the air. The sultry air waves dissipated the smell of blood. Everything slowly recovered to the previous level.

"When he was alive, were you so numb?" Wang Fan looked at 9527 and asked.

"Who?"

"Your boss, walrus."

"Ha ha, do you want them to follow you and fight against the United Bamboo Gang?"

"Do you want to live like this? Like him

"What's the difference? It's just another way to die. If you live longer, you may live longer. "

I didn't expect that 9527 would answer himself like this. Wang Fan didn't know how to say it for a moment.

I thought that at this time, mentioning the name of walrus would touch the 9527 in front of him, or arouse a trace of anger in his heart.

But in fact, Wang Fan didn't see what he wanted to see. On the contrary, he was scared by the walking dead 9527.

Numbness is not only the expression, but also his heart. It's not just 9527. Looking at the busy people in the kitchen, their faces and hearts are numb as 9527 in front of them.

Waiting for death to come and praying for the delay of death in a humble way is probably the most negative way to live.

"Isn't walrus good for you? Have you never thought of avenging him? " Wang Fan asked reluctantly.

"He just hopes that we can live well. He didn't want to use us as tools to satisfy his own desires." 9527 returned with a sneer.

"Yes? So you can just forget everything, forget everything walrus has done for you? Are you so numb to his death and others' death? " Wang Fan looks directly into 9527's eyes and interrogates him with sharp language.

"Whatever you say, man, you've seen it. Now I'm going to inform Mr. Su to deal with the body. The lunch on the island has not been finished and we can't get any money. We'll all be punished tonight. If there's nothing else, I'll be busy!" 9527 is a very indifferent look, and then bent down to pick up the water pipe on the ground, continue to wash the blood on the ground.

Everything in the back kitchen has returned to normal, and all the prisoners have entered the role and are busy cleaning vegetables and preparing the ingredients that need to be cooked.

Wang Fan, who was standing at the door of the back kitchen, had no choice but to grow a mouthful. He shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "it's just a group of walking dead. I look up at you people. I'm really stupid!"