In the dark secret base, Kafka suddenly appeared and said such inconsequential words, which made everyone present stunned.

They didn't know why Kafka insisted that they would die on this trip, and he kept saying that he wanted to take their lives. Is this really what Kafka knows what is going on, or is it just his grudgeful complaint?

"What exactly are you talking about? I really don't understand a word. We have come here to save you, but not to ask for hardship, why do you think so, we will surely die on this trip," asked Frankimir, gazing disdainfully at Kafka.

"Stinky boy, death is coming, you don't know yet! You don't understand anything, and you don't know anything. Could it be that until now, you still don't understand who planned all this, who is deliberately trying to harm you? Kafka shouted a loud scold.

"What do you mean by that?" Frank Mire suddenly realized that the fat man seemed to have something to say.

"What else can it mean, I just want to ask you, what exactly is it trying to harm you?" Kafka said in a low tone.

"Who else? The Thirteen Condors of the SS, of course, which I had figured out before I returned to Paradise Island that this time was really to defeat them. ”

"Thirteen Condors? Have you seen them? ”

"Yes, I've seen them do this, they're all great guys."

"But I don't think it's the SS Thirteen Condors that you need to worry about right now."

"So what should I worry about?"

"The culprit who orchestrated all this conspiracy."

"I don't quite understand what you mean?"

"I mean, I wanted to frame you, destroyed the Gulag, tried to occupy the Twin Cities, and finally got us, all of us, to Paradise Island, and now we are still here, waiting for the mastermind behind the rabbit."

"What! Who are you talking about? Do you already know who planned all this conspiracy? Frank Mire asked curiously, and Kafka's words intrigued him.

"Of course, of course I already know. I've been thinking a lot about it for the past few days, and I've finally figured it all out, and that person is far away in front of me. ”

Everyone's faces showed a look of astonishment at this time. Among the five people who gave birth, except for Frankimir himself, the other four people all knew what happened to Frankimir along the way.

It's all a conspiracy. They all started at the Rio Triangle Cliff grocery store, and after going to the Gulag, they met the warden and Kafka, and after coming to the Twin Cities, they met Yiru brother and sister.

It can be said that there is indeed no one who knows the actual situation better than the few people present at this time.

"You mean...... That man...... Right among us? The warden asked, stunned.

"Of course, he's right here, and I think you know better than I do." Kafka had a strange smile on his face.

Kafka's words deeply touched Frank Mire's heart. His mind was running at high speed, and he immediately recalled everything that had happened in the past, and every event and scene he had ever passed was all vivid, which made him remember it vividly.

Frankimir didn't know what the basis for Kafka's words was, but it seemed to resonate with him, and in his subconscious, there always seemed to be such a feeling.

Frank Mimir was right next to him. There was always something wrong, he wanted to find out what the problem was, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, and he couldn't come up with a reason.

Frankie Mill wanted to see Leo. Then he looked at Yiru again, and finally his gaze fell on the warden.

"Think about all this, if it weren't for the people around you, how could they be so aware of your every move......

"Your words sound like you're sowing discord." Leo interrupted Kafka contemptuously.

Leo didn't know any of them. There will be a culprit who harmed Frank Mire. Kafka's rhetoric sounded as if he was telling Frankimir that he was really behind it. Because he was the closest to Frankimir, and he did try to harm Frankimir, but in the end he didn't succeed.

"No, Leo, let him finish his sentence." Frank Mire shook his head.

"He's sowing discord." Leo said eagerly, he could sense that Kafka's words had clearly affected Frankimir.

"Even if he is lying, let him finish his words, why not, then we can also see through his lies to his face." Franky Mill said and waved his hand slightly.

"Is this really necessary?" Leo's tone was full of frustration.

"Kafka, who do you think did this?" Frankimir ignored Leo and turned to Kafka.

"You shouldn't ask me that, you should ask the warden." Kafka said, shaking his fat head.

"Warden?" Frankie Mire was puzzled.

"Ask me! How would I know, Kafka you're okay, right? The warden looked at Kafka with the same puzzled look.

"Who better than you?" Kafka asked rhetorically.

"What do you mean by that?" The warden frowned slightly.

"Could it be ......" Frankimir's eyes widened, and in a flash he understood something.

"Yes, that's right, I think you should have thought of it too. The culprit of all this is not Zhukov, nor is it some 'steel warthog'. Because you, our warden, are the ones who orchestrated all of this and destroyed the Gulag with your own hands. ”

"What!"

Everyone's eyes were all on the warden, but the warden only smiled coldly.

"Kafka, you're making too much of a joke." The warden said with a smirk.

"It's not a joke, isn't it?" Kafka's complexion, however, was unusually solemn.

Frankmir said nothing, but looked at Kafka and then at the warden, and there was no expression on his face, neither of approval nor denial.

"What are you talking about, how could I want to harm Frankimir, I've been helping him all along the way, I think you all know that."

"It's because you want to hurt him that you help him everywhere. So that this stinky boy will let his vigilance against you and remove you from the object of his suspicion. In this way, he may doubt each of us, but he will never doubt the warden who gave him charcoal. ”

"Oh, that's enough! My dear Kafka, I don't know why you have such unrealistic ideas, but this cannot be true. I don't know what good you can do by saying this, is it the instigation of Paradise Island? You've worked under me over the years, and we've always gotten along very well. If this isn't a joke, then why blame me for suddenly saying something like that, what is going on? Is it because you have been held in a cell for a long time, and you have developed unrealistic fantasies? You've been a medical worker in a prison yourself, and I don't think you should make such a low-level mistake. (To be continued.) )