Jinyiwei's Killing God System

Chapter 17 The Cook Who Killed Fish
"I am." Yan Long replied.

The fatty master nodded, and then said to the kitchen steward in Yanlong's area: "Brother Zhang, I don't have enough manpower there, so I want to borrow someone from you to help kill the fish."

Brother Zhang is the chief manager of the dining area for ordinary prisoners. Although he is also a prisoner, because he is in charge of number one hundred and ten people, he usually spends as much as two to five to eighty thousand.Now, after hearing what the fat chef said, I was not happy for a moment. I just heard him say: "Why do you come to our side to ask for people from the dining area of ​​important prisoners?! I still..."

Before Brother Zhang could finish speaking, the fat chef cut off his words loudly and said, "Boss Pang ordered me to ask for someone. Brother Zhang, go and talk to him!"

Hearing that it was Mr. Pang, the kitchen manager of the entire imperial prison, who came to ask for someone, Brother Zhang froze all of a sudden, and he muttered: "Okay, okay, whoever you want, you can take it away by yourself, looking at it makes you upset." !"

So the fat chef said to Yan Long: "Come with me!"

Yan Long asked: "Who are you? Where am I going to work?"

The fat chef smiled honestly: "My name is Wang Song. You and I go to the fish cutting area in another area to kill fish. There are not enough people there."

Yan Long didn't speak any more, he left the vegetable sink and followed Wang Song.

After a while, he was assigned by Wang Song to work by a fish killing pond.

After going through a few ramps with seven turns and eight turns, in a separate room, I saw fish bones and fish viscera floating in the bloody water of the pool, and the stench rushed into the nostrils.

Wang Song said to Yan Long: "You are here to kill the fish." After that, he pointed to several baskets of dead fish beside the pool, and then handed Yan Long a rusty knife.

Yan Long looked at the small knife, and saw that both the blade and the back of the knife were covered with spots of rust. Using this knife to kill fish is probably similar to picking it with your fingers.

The fish are extremely small, holding them in your hands is like holding an egg, and gutting these fish is like carving patterns on the egg yolk.

If one is not careful, a fish will slip and fall into the pool.

With a stab of the rusty knife in Yan Long's hand, the fish had been pierced on the blade.

At this moment, the fat master who had been watching him kill fish suddenly showed agility that didn't match his figure at all.The fat master also has a knife in his hand, but his knife is not used to kill fish, nor is it used to cut meat. With a slip of his footsteps, he slipped nimbly behind Yan Long like a fish, and chopped it up with one knife. To Yan Long's head.

The technique is as skillful as when he is cutting sashimi.

The knife book in the hands of the fat master is so thin that the edge is polished to a shiny finish without even a single chip. When using it, you can tell that you are a good hand with the knife with your wrist.

The blade was about to cut into the muscles behind Yan Long's neck!

Wang Song's eyes were full of joy, he knew that when Yan Long's neck blood was sprayed out, it would also be sprinkled into the pool of dirty water where dead fish were rinsed, and even corpses could be mixed in, and he would report a drowning at that time The cause of death is enough, anyway, such examples have long been common.

However, with a sound of "clang", the fish cutter did not cut into Yan Long's neck!

Because it was blocked by a rusty pocket knife.

Wang Song's face changed drastically, and he immediately changed his move, holding the handle of the knife backwards, with the tip of the knife pointing down, and stabbing straight towards Yan Long's back.

His technique is fast and smooth. If you don't look at his clothes, but only look at his knife skills, no one will think that he is just a chef.

The tip of the "dang" knife was once again blocked by the rusty fish-killing knife.

Wang Song was in a hurry, he flicked his wrist, and the fish knife turned into a knife light, where the knife light passed, it seemed that even the air was cut.

This piece of saber light shrouded Yan Long's back, the vital points behind his head, as long as any place was touched by the saber light, it would definitely be a disaster.

It's a pity that no matter how sharp the light of his knife is, it can't break through the defense line of Yan Long's rusty knife. No matter which direction he cuts, the rusty blade must be in front of the blade .

Wang Song became more and more panicked. After he slashed a knife, he took advantage of the force of the collision of the two knives, slipped back, and fled towards the door of the fish house.

He was almost at the door, his eyes blurred, and Yan Long was already standing in front of him.

Before he raised his knife, the knife in Yan Long's hand had already touched the center of his eyebrows, piercing the skin, and if he pierced a little more, it would smash the skull and break the Yintang point.

Wang Song looked at Yan Long, his whole body was stiff, he said bitterly: "You are really good, I was careless."

Yan Long said coldly: "Do you mean that if you are not careless, you can kill me?"

Wang Song's greasy face no longer had the usual simple and honest expression, and now it was replaced by perseverance and toughness. He said: "I am not as skilled as others, so I have nothing to complain about. Just kill me."

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died at least a dozen times by the fish pond just now. Why should I wait until now." Yan Long put away the knife and said lightly.

"I want to kill you, but you don't kill me." A look of surprise flashed in Wang Song's eyes. In the imperial prison, there is no such thing as being forgiving and forgiving, because people with such a benevolent spirit , are all dead.

Yan Long replied irrelevantly: "If I remember correctly, you have delivered food to our Ganzi No. [-] Warehouse at least three times! And each time it was given to Boss Ran Tianci."

Wang Song didn't know what Yan Long said, so he didn't answer.

Suddenly, Yan Long shot again, Wang Song didn't even have a reaction, the rusty knife pierced Wang Song's neck at once, if it was half an inch deeper, his throat would definitely be cut.

Blood flowed down the blade of the rusty knife.The muscles in Wang Song's body immediately became tense. Although he was not afraid of death, when faced with death, his body would still retreat conditionedly.

"Did Ran Tianci ask you to kill me?" Yan Long asked.

Wang Song sneered.

Yan Long said: "That's right, Ran Tianci is the one who wants me to die the most, but I know that you were not sent by him."

A look of surprise appeared in Wang Song's eyes.

"I don't want to kill you. The current knife is just to tell you. A person as stable as Ran Tianci will never find someone as weak in martial arts as you to kill me." Yan Long said coldly.

Wang Song gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill, then kill, why are you so talkative like an old woman?"

"Is Zheng Donghe your friend, or your senior brother?" Yan Long stared into Wang Song's eyes, and said firmly: "Your sword techniques are very unique, and you must have inherited it from your master."

The fat master kept his mouth shut and did not speak.

Yan Long suddenly sighed and said: "It's fine if you don't say it, but Zheng Donghe came to kill me first, and I hurt him, and if you really want to make trouble, you should go to Ran Tianci, not me! "After that, he put away the rusty knife, turned around, and walked towards the gate of the fish room.

At this moment, the door of the fish room was opened, and the manager of the kitchen, Mr. Pang, came in. As soon as he came in, he yelled at the fat master: "Wang Song, what are you doing here? The bosses in each warehouse Is the food ready?" After the steward finished yelling, he saw Yan Long, "Hey", and then cursed: "What are you, what are you here for?"

"I'm here to kill the fish." Yan Long said lightly.

"Get out, get out, get out!" Guanshi Pang shouted impatiently.

"Yes." Yan Long immediately walked out of the fish room.

Seeing that Yan Long not only let him go, but also didn't reveal that he wanted to kill him, the fat master Wang Song was stunned on the spot.

At this time, Steward Pang stepped forward and slapped him with his head in his pocket. Wang Song was taken aback for a while, and Wang Song hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "Boss Pang, the job of killing fish here has been delayed for a while. The little one will prepare the dishes right away, it will be ready soon, it will be ready soon." While laughing with him, he followed Yan Long out of the fish room.

The two returned to the big kitchen one after the other.

Looking at an opportunity when no one was around, Yan Long said to Wang Song: "I don't want to have a next time what happened just now, otherwise everyone will have a hard time, including your brother Zheng Donghe."

Wang Song sighed and said: "You are cruel! Don't mess with him, it's none of his business. Killing you is my own idea. I just want to vent my anger for him."

"Don't come to kill me again, I just want to survive, I have no other thoughts." Yan Long pointed at Wang Song and said, after finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Song and spread his hands.

Wang Song asked puzzledly, "What?"

"Where am I going to work? Chef! Didn't you ask me to help in the kitchen?" Yan Long said helplessly.

"Oh," Wang Song slapped his forehead, suddenly said: "This way please." Then he led Yan Long to work in the dining area of ​​the important prisoners.

……

From early morning to noon, there was no breakfast, no rest, and the overseer's club was even worse if the hands and feet were a little slow.Yan Long also spent time in black prisons in his previous life, but he can only say that those places are heaven compared to imperial prisons.

As a reward for hard work, every prisoner who worked in the kitchen was given a piece of boiled white radish more than those who stayed in the cell!

——a piece of "white" radish the size of a tofu block, boiled as pulpy as cow dung, and bright yellow!
Anyone who is not blind can see how unpalatable this kind of food is, but Fatty Wang Song eats it deliciously.

Maybe Yan Long spared his life, fat man Wang Song was not wary of Yan Long.

After finishing his work, Yan Long hid in a deserted corner and ate alone.Wang Song also came over.

After chatting nonsense more boring than boiled water, Yan Long picked the white radish in his bowl to Wang Song, Wang Song raised his oily face and said thank you, then asked Yan Long: "You don't like to eat Is it? I don’t think you touch the spoon very much, you can’t do it in prison like this, you will starve to death.”

Yan Long curled his lips and said, "Can you eat so deliciously every meal?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do? I have to do so much work, and I will go to send fish to Ran Tianci and the bosses later!" Wang Song muttered while eating.

"Will Ran Tianci deliver every meal?" Yan Long asked.

"Well, almost, except for breakfast, I will basically deliver everything else." Wang Song said.

Yan Long took a deep breath, and he decided that he would make an "investment".

——Human investment!
His hand reached into his bosom, but in fact, with a flash of vitality, he took out the bottle of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment from the rucksack in the system space.While no one else was paying attention, he stuffed the porcelain bottle to Wang Song and said, "This is a magic medicine for fractures. Apply it to the affected area and it will heal within half a month."

After hearing this, Wang Song quickly put the bottle in his arms, and said, "Is there such a god?! But, what do you mean?"

"I just want you to give this bottle of medicine to Zheng Donghe to heal his leg injury." Yan Long said.

"Why did you help us?" Wang Song looked at Yan Long suspiciously.

Yan Long said: "I just want to make more friends and less enemies. I also don't want to have to prevent others from stabbing me in the back every day."

Hearing Yan Long's last words, Wang Song smiled embarrassingly, but he still asked worriedly: "How do I know whether your bottle of medicine is real or fake?"

"If the externally applied medicine is fake, how can it be fake? With Zheng Donghe's appearance, is it worth me killing him with a bottle of poison?" Yan Long said softly.

Wang Song smiled innocently: "That's true, but why didn't you hand it over to him yourself."

Yan Long said: "Other people in the prison are guarding me like thieves, I can't give up, and you are more familiar with him."

Wang Song smiled and said: "That is, that is. I promise to hand it over to him."

While the two were chatting for a while, Steward Pang came to the big kitchen, and he shouted at a large group of prisoners eating from a distance: "No. 568 re-offender Yan Long, is Yan Long here?"

After hearing this, Yan Long stood up and said, "I'm here!"

Mr. Pang said: "Come with me, people from the Jinyi Wei Dian Medical Department are waiting for you in the execution room."

"Clinical Medical Office?!" Yan Long heard it, and thought to himself: "What do they want me for?"

When the prisoners heard that Yan Long was going to be taken to the execution room by Jin Yiwei, they all looked at him with sympathy.

Being "received" by Jin Yiwei in the punishment room is usually not a good thing. The best result is to walk in and carry it out. As for the worst result...

Yan Long was taken away as if he was taken to the execution ground.

(End of this chapter)