"There are some nondescript fast-food restaurants on the street in Zone D where you can taste food that you can't taste outside the prison, but don't make trouble in the store or you'll pay a terrible price."

This phrase is widely circulated in Zone D.

The judges of each neighborhood will open corresponding shops in the area according to their personal preferences, and the people who are responsible for taking care of the shops are often the judges' cronies.

At this moment, Lu Xiang and the "Emperor" came to this inconspicuous fast food restaurant according to the address sent by Song Lan, and the sign with hamburgers hanging at the door of the restaurant allowed guests to know what kind of fast food restaurant it was at a glance.

Devin Horna followed behind the two.

The passage back to Area B has been blocked, and a "black household" like her, if she doesn't follow the "Emperor" all the time, may become the plaything of the prisoner in the blink of an eye, and even Area C has no place to accommodate her.

Her eyes were slightly red, and the events of the past few days had driven her crazy.

Apparently they would soon be eligible to be transferred to Area A, but they were coerced hostage by the prisoners of Area D because of an unwarranted disaster, and unlike other prisoners who were sent here due to factional struggles, they did not have that near-eternal life, they would bleed when they were wounded, and they would soon die if they were not treated in time.

Zones C and D weren't where she was supposed to be.

Upon entering, the smell of the restaurant calmed Horna's nervous mood a little, and they were greeted with a sumptuous lunch, so hearty that it didn't look like the dishes offered in a burger-based fast food restaurant.

In addition to the signature three-piece set of fries, fish and burgers, there are plenty of potato-based dishes on the plate.

She couldn't name the dishes, and they weren't mentioned on the menus on the restaurant's electronic screens.

Devon-Horna was disappointed to see the Emperor's companions here, none of them looked like powerful helpers.

A young girl who looks like a junior high school student, and a young man who walks slowly from the back kitchen to them with a plate.

When she thought of the hideous, abstract bodies of the inmates in Section D, a deep sense of despair welled up in her heart.

Students, cooks, and an agent of the counterintelligence department.

There were too many idlers in this team, and all the pressure of the battle was concentrated on the 'Emperor' alone.

"Oh, you're here just in time!"

Seeing a few people enter the door, RT6's eyes lit up, "Take out all my cold drinks!" ”

Of course, a good dish must be accompanied by a good drink to be complete, but the "Emperor" froze and did not take any action, and the atmosphere in the restaurant became awkward.

"What's wrong?"

In the face of RT6's questioning, the "Emperor" remained silent, only gently pulling away the corner of his coat.

He had a shocking penetrating wound on his chest.

For the transhuman, this injury is nothing, but the bad thing is that this is the location of the portable refrigerator, and the sneak attack blow of the anglerfish pierced his chest and also messed up the inventory that RT6 had stored in the refrigerator before leaving.

Looking at the already gray RT6, "Emperor" tried to say something, "I'm sorry, when I got back to the player tunnel, I tried to save it, but failed. ”

“…… Don't have a bottle left? ”

"There's not a single bottle left."

"Fish! Angler! Fish! ”

This angry shout made the afternoon no longer calm, and even more furious for RT6 was that the anglerfish had burped, and you couldn't get revenge on someone who was already dead.

"It's decided, I'm going to temporarily turn this place into a refitting warehouse, and the top priority is to fix the refrigerator first!"

Devon-Horna didn't dare to squeak on the sidelines.

She didn't know why the group was in such a worrying situation, but they were able to discuss the refrigerator and drinks casually, and even though the meal was incredibly rich, she hadn't tasted these "human creatures" in prison for a long time, but when she thought about her future, she lost her appetite.

Moreover, these people talk as if no one is around, fortunately, there are not many people in this store, otherwise it is easy for them to become the target of public criticism.

She looked around, and then made an even more bizarre discovery.

Not only were there no other customers in the restaurant, but even the owner didn't know where he had gone, and the person serving them didn't look like either the chef or the restaurateur.

"Where's the owner of this shop?"

Lu Xiang asked the doubts in Divin Horna's heart.

Lu Xiang knew Song Lan too well, and from the first time she walked into the restaurant, she sensed that something was not quite right in the atmosphere here.

On the way to them, the news of the death of the anglerfish had already spread, and the judge's minions were desperately tracking down the whereabouts of the murderer, but Song Lan was so leisurely with RT6 that she specially prepared such a table of meals before they came.

"Boss? The boss is here, he's a little tired today, and he's resting in the back kitchen. ”

Song Lan gave full play to her ability to make friends, and became acquainted with the restaurant owner as soon as she came and went, and the two talked happily, and the boss agreed to lend him the back kitchen to use.

"Is it clean?"

"It's clean."

Deving-Horna listened to the back and forth conversation, but for some reason, the casual conversation full of everyday atmosphere made her shudder, and when she thought about it, she realized that the topic suddenly shifted from the boss's whereabouts to the handling of the ingredients.

She looked down at the enticing smell of the stew and whispered, "You mean beef, right?" ”

This restaurant is a beef burger joint, and it makes sense that the kitchen has stocked up on a lot of beef.

It is said that the judge of the gladiatorial arena has set up a lot of restaurants for his precious pet, and he has also brought several chefs with good cooking skills from the B section to help him look at the shop, and the theme is of course related to meat, all to satisfy the appetite of his precious pet.

Devon-Horna picked up the fork, she had already thought about it, as long as the two of them gave her an affirmative answer, she would put her worries behind for the time being, and enjoy a long-lost meal for the time being.

But the eyes of the two of them looking at her made Diwin fall into an even greater panic.

After the deathly silence, her teeth began to chatter," ...... It's beef, right? ”

"There is no problem with beef, and the boss has stocked up on a lot of good quality beef in the back kitchen."

Without a positive answer to the question, in this context it is almost the same as default.

Aren't they referring to the ingredients on the plate, but to ...... Boss?

It even includes other guests who have previously dined in the restaurant.

A perverted murderer.

Song Lan's image in Diwen's eyes changed, and she suddenly remembered a classic screen image created by Chloe Films, a murderer disguised like an ordinary person, living an ordinary and peaceful life on the surface, but after a while, he couldn't contain the desire to kill.

This young man who seems to be weak and weak, I am afraid that there is another side that is not known to others.

"Jingle bell—"

A sound from the door of the restaurant interrupted Devan Horna's thoughts, and the shadow that appeared in front of her made her mood fall to rock bottom again.

The intruders were all from the gladiatorial arena, and there were many more people than expected.

These people are investigating the murderer of the anglerfish, and their precious pet has been killed, and the judge will definitely not be able to swallow this breath.

Once they know that the owner of the restaurant has been killed, they will be immediately treated as criminals.

"Boss, there's a customer in the store!"

Just as Deving-Horna was frightened, Song Lan suddenly shouted at the back kitchen with her throat in her voice, and then the boss, who had been considered dead by her, actually walked out of the back kitchen, except for being in a trance, there were no wounds on her body, and there seemed to be no trace of coercion.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Lan was confused, "I told you, the owner of this restaurant is a good friend of mine, just now we were discussing the recipe of the sauce in the back kitchen, and I promised to reveal the recipe of my exclusive secret sauce to him, if it is placed in a high-end restaurant in the second district, this recipe should be able to sell for a five-figure price." ”

"Yes, we discussed in detail the cooking techniques of roast beef with potatoes."

The boss responded, almost reflexively, and then, as if he realized that he had reacted aggressively, he headed back at the patrol team sent out by the Colosseum.

Their conversations could be heard from a distance.

"We received a report that there had been a suspected murderer in this store."

During the questioning, the patrol team also looked at the restaurant with strange eyes, it stands to reason that there were three waves of people before them, but there was not even the slightest sign of a battle in the store.

And a familiar face appeared in the store.

——The famous "strongest transformer" "Emperor", a new toy loved by the boss.

However, if it is not necessary, they don't want to have much contact with this star player, the boss doesn't like others to interfere with his fun, coupled with his moody personality, if they make the boss unhappy, they are afraid that they will be sent directly to Zone C to experience the life of a slave.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake, someone has been to the store before, and I have cleared up the misunderstanding with them."

"Misunderstanding? You should know how much the boss values anglerfish, right? ”

"Of course, it's really a misunderstanding."

The restaurant owner quickly explained, "Your colleague left and went west, and I don't know if something happened over there." ”

"You'd better not lie to us."

The patrol team circled around the restaurant again, and after making sure that nothing unusual was found, they hurriedly left the restaurant.

Looking at the shadows' distant backs, the restaurant owner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His brain at the moment could be described as a piece of mush, he couldn't understand why the terrible monster spared his life after learning that he had secretly reported it to the Colosseum, and patted him on the shoulder in the back kitchen very kindly, complimenting him on being a very wise man, and hoping that he would carry it out in the future.

When the restaurateur returned to the back kitchen, the suffocating fear once again came upon him.

He was originally just an ordinary prisoner in Area B, and he was not really a ruthless character at all, but suddenly one day, a group of people claiming to be close to the judge broke into Area B and arrested many people, including him.

The judge gave him a shop in the hope that he would be able to make food that would satisfy his guests, and those who boasted about the sea but could not come up with the right cooking skills would become the feast of the guests.

The first guest in the restaurant was Anglerfish, and he did everything he could to avoid being eaten in his stomach.

This is the kitchen he is most familiar with, but the mottled ink on the walls makes him feel extremely unfamiliar.

He couldn't even confirm whether the ink-like material splattered on the walls was the remains of the patrol team, as it was the first time he saw the dead prisoner in Section D.

Theoretically, they believe in a common master.

They abandoned their physical bodies under the guidance of their masters and became pure conscious beings, and in return, they promised them eternal life.

They cannot be destroyed, and even if they become like candles in the wind, their spirits will not completely dissipate, which is why those who have lost everything in the gladiatorial fight have only been driven to Block C as slaves, and even the judges do not seem to know how to destroy a pure consciousness.

But just now, he became a witness.

It all stemmed from the fact that the first batch of patrol members who arrived did not listen to Song Lan's advice.

The monster seemed to be a reasonable person, and from the very beginning he agreed that the patrol team would take the little girl who was traveling with him away, and he told them emotionally that he had made an appointment with a friend, and if he had to report back to the gladiatorial arena, he would go there himself and never break his promise when he had finished lunch with his friend.

You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone more polite than him in Zone D, but his politeness is clearly in the wrong place.

When the patrol members put their hands on the youth's shoulders with a contemptuous smile on their faces, no one realized what was going to happen next.

In fact, even the restaurateur didn't see the whole process.

For a moment, time in the whole world seemed to jump backwards, and when he came back to his senses, the laughter was no longer audible.

The patrol members also lost their tracks, replaced by these ink-like "stains" on the walls.

The three vanished patrol members are here.

In addition to fear, he had persuaded a few people to leave for the good of each other, otherwise they would have become the ink used to decorate the walls, just like the previous three waves of patrol members.

The restaurant owner picked up a strong cleaner and wiped it on the wall with a rag in the way Song Lan had taught him.

The ink faded away, and the last marks left by the consciousness body disappeared little by little.

He still has a lot of work to do.

As a chef, he must always ensure that the food assembly line is clean, which is the concept instilled in him by the youth.

And at this moment, Divin-Horna, who didn't know anything about everything, finally smiled.

His pale cheeks grew bloody.

She picked up a piece of juicy beef with her fork, put it to her mouth and blew it a few times.

It seems that she is overthinking.

Isn't the owner of the restaurant living a good life?

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Before enjoying the food, she sincerely apologized to Song Lan, "I almost thought you were a perverted murderer just now." ”

Small Theatre Its Three Hundred and Twenty-Four:

Tuesday, evening, year, month, day

Lu Xiang fled and left the chairman's office.

This is one of the few times she has made a lot of preparations in advance, but in the end she has failed.

Back on the hovercar, she was about to bury her head in her chest like an ostrich.

Lu Xiang, Lu Xiang, what went wrong?

Why has your mind fallen to such a degenerate point?

A flush crept up her cheeks, and she asked herself over and over again.

Was it because she cracked down on bad websites, or when she confiscated pirated CDs, she personally examined them so that she could be convicted?

Well, it's a job need, definitely not something she became interested in.

"Lao Lu, are you okay?"

Song Lan was very worried.

"What to do, I feel like something is wrong with my mind."

"What's the problem?"

"That's it...... It's just that lately, I occasionally mishear other people's words and think of that kind of thing. ”

Lu Xiang, who was ashamed, was really rare, and her head was buried even lower, "How do you usually overcome it?" ”

Although Song Lan admits that Lu Xiang's current appearance is very cute, this problem touches his knowledge blind spot, because his thinking is pure and firm, and there are few problems.

"Research shows that human thoughts are often related to the things he has recently been exposed to, so I recommend that you read more other types of things on a regular basis."

"For example?"

"The Haier Brothers."

(End of chapter)