Zhou Ming's first reaction was: How is it possible, unless they are...
Thinking this way, Zhou Ming felt chills all over his body, and every hair on his hair stood on end. At this night, he even felt chillier in his heart.
Chen Yunchao's eyes looked hollow, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell: "They are dead people!"
Zhou Ming suddenly stood up and pointed at Chen Yunchao's nose: "You... you old man, forget it if you don't want to tell me about the black butterfly. Why are you making up these scary stories to scare me?" He looked around again,
This small square is cold and lonely, with only the radio playing music from time to time, but it is even more weird. "Let me tell you, I am a good young man who was born under the red flag and grew up in a new society. Don't try to fool me with these monsters and monsters!"
Chen Yunchao looked at Zhou Ming up and down, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth: "You don't believe it?" [
Zhou Ming said categorically: "I don't believe it!"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"You have lied to me so many times!" Zhou Ming raised his fist: "Uncle Chao, you always treat me like a child!"
Chen Yunchao shook his head: "How could it be? How can it be possible to appoint a child as the leader of a martial arts hall if you are very sophisticated? You are indeed outstanding and mature. Many adults may not have the same mentality as you."
Zhou Ming sat down again: "Then why are you making up ghost stories to scare me?"
"I didn't make it up." Chen Yunchao looked at Zhou Ming and said word by word: "They are indeed dead people."
This time Zhou Ming did not stand up again, but stared at Chen Yunchao. He vaguely felt that Uncle Chao was not joking.
Zhou Ming raised the question in his mind: "How can they...be dead? Dead people, how can they kill people?"
"Because they are not really dead." Chen Yunchao said: "They are only dead in name. Even everyone around them thinks they are really dead, including relatives, friends, partners, and lovers. But in fact, they are not dead.
, they just lost all their identity, even they are no longer themselves.”
These words sounded confused to Zhou Ming, as dizzying as a tongue twister, but they kept crackling in his mind, like a bolt of lightning passing across the sky, and a thought came to him: Old-fashioned
Such a person!
Zhou Ming asked cautiously: "Could it be that they are all death row prisoners?"
This time it was Chen Yunchao's turn to be surprised: "You know?"
Zhou Ming shook his head: "I don't know. But I think of a friend." After thinking for a while, he said the old-fashioned thing.
Chen Yunchao nodded after listening: "Well, your friend should also come from that kind of place."
"What kind of place?" Zhou Ming felt shuddering for some reason, as if there was some big secret that he wanted to know.
"organize."
"organize?"
"Yes, I only know that they call that kind of place an 'organization'. The organization intercepts some of the most heinous death row prisoners from prison and takes them into its own possession. After a certain amount of training, they assign them to different tasks."
"Black Butterfly and others are also one of them?"[
"Yes, their mission is to be responsible for the harmony and stability of society, and they have the unique power of life and death. In short, they specialize in spying on every move of the underworld. If any underworld brother goes too far, they can be killed at any time.
Kill him without going through any legal channels, and you won’t be charged with anything afterwards!”