cannibal chief to fast

In fact, the patriarch is not a savage who only knows how to eat and kill people, nor is he an idle vagrant. He has a legitimate occupation in society——a prosecutor.

As for why he chose this profession, in the final analysis, it was for the convenience of hunting.

The prosecutor's daily life gives him a greater chance of meeting those heinous criminals. Many rich children who have committed serious crimes will spend a lot of money to hire lawyers to defend them, and get away with it after winning the lawsuit.As everyone knows, those criminals who escaped punishment by chance were killed and eaten by the prosecutor the moment they turned their heads...

Surprised or not? !

Speaking of which, while the patriarch filled his stomach, he was also doing harm to the society.

This meager salary is naturally not the patriarch's all source of income. His clan members pay a lot of tribute every year, so the patriarch belongs to the high-income and high-consumption group in society. Go around the earth several times.

So at this moment, the patriarch of the local tyrant brought the hungry little Furong to a five-star high-end restaurant.

Usually the patriarch never comes to this kind of place, this is the address that the old counselor sent him.

Little Furong flipped through the menu and was amazed by the various dishes on it, but the prices on it surprised him even more.

"Yeah, why is it so expensive? How about... let's eat at another one." Little Furong said, "Brother, I can eat anything, so don't spend money."

This kid is saving money for his brother.

Little Furong is quite diligent and thrifty in housekeeping, with big Kazilan eyes shining, and her sensible and well-behaved appearance makes people want to pat his head.

The patriarch is used to seeing those villains who are heinous, but now looking at this child, Little Furong, he is simply a breath of fresh air in the turbid world!

The patriarch burst into tears.Feeling compassionate, he told a white lie: "It's okay, you've been lying there for so many years, the inflation in the outside world has skyrocketed, these prices look big, but they are actually very cheap, open up and eat. "

So the little hibiscus really opened up and ate it.

Buddha jumps over the wall, baked lobster with cheese, soft-boiled abalone, Kobe beef steak, garlic baby vegetables, steamed hairy crab, eight-treasure duck, chicken stewed mushrooms, milky crucian carp soup...

Eight dishes and one soup, all Xiao Furong ate all by herself, almost buried her head in the dishes.

He was gnawing a chicken leg in his left hand, and the big meatball in his right hand was on standby at any time. Little Furong's turbulent appearance, even the patriarch, a foodie who could swallow a fat man of two hundred catties, was stunned by him.

The patriarch was stunned: "(ΩДΩ)?? You, you eat slowly..."

Little Furong chewed her cheeks and asked him vaguely, "Brother, why don't you eat any? These are delicious!"

"I'm not hungry," the patriarch thought to himself, I'm not only not hungry, but just watching you eat makes my throat full.

The patriarch has always only eaten people, and from the moment he was born, he didn't eat anything other than people.Apart from human flesh, nothing else entered his mouth.

Therefore, all the dishes that Little Furong is eating with gusto are rubbish in the eyes of the noble patriarch.wet garbage.

An hour later, Little Furong even ate the fruit platter after the meal. Thanks to the patriarch stopping him, he didn't swallow all the watermelon rind.

After she was full, Little Furong touched her swollen belly and burped cutely, "Hi——"

The patriarch looked at him full of food and drink, and miraculously felt that he was also quite satisfied.He thought: fatten up this baby before eating, maybe the taste will be better.

But he changed his mind and thought again: No, this baby is a good baby, and he cannot be slaughtered if he is not a wicked person.

Not to kill innocent people indiscriminately is the principle that their cannibals have adhered to for thousands of years.

The patriarch sighed: ('-ω??) Alas, worrying people.

"You are so kind." Little Furong said to the patriarch with a shy face.

The patriarch was thinking carefully about finding a good excuse to kill the other party, but he couldn't hear clearly for a while, and asked, "What?"

Little Furong repeated it shyly: "I said, brother, you are so kind."

The boy's plain words are more sincere than any good words modified by rhetoric.

The patriarch was speechless.

Suddenly, it seemed as if a meteorite had smashed through the defense system in his heart. He who was always invulnerable to all poisons and oil and salt was suddenly provoked by Xiao Furong's words, and his heart fluctuated slightly, even his breathing and pulse were disrupted. Rhythm.

Mustard greens start in October, and middle-aged old men get spring.

"Cough, cough, cough," the patriarch made two fake coughs to cover up his fluster of being teased, and by the way pretended to have nothing to say, "I, what's wrong with me? Give you some sunshine and it will shine."

Little Furong smiled heart-wrenchingly, "You are very kind to me, you are the first person to be so kind to me."

The patriarch was taken aback for a moment, and his heart suddenly hurt like hell, because he was pulled by something for no reason.

At this moment, inexplicably, he really wanted to overturn the table between them with one hand, and then leap forward to embrace Little Furong in his arms.

This feeling is strange and throbbing.Crazy ball.

Then the patriarch heard Little Furong say: "Brother, do you know? I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found that I was not dead, and I saw you."

The patriarch felt guilty: "You...don't ask why?"

Little Furong: "Why?"

The patriarch paused: "Why do you wake up and see me, why not your relatives and friends?" The patriarch remembered the lie he had told Little Furong, "You just trust me like that? Believe what I said...'I I've been taking care of you'."

When he asked these questions, the patriarch didn't seem to care about those precepts that had always been cautious, and he just asked straightforwardly what he wanted to ask: Why do you trust a stranger who just opened his eyes so much?

"There's nothing to believe or not to believe. Do you know? Brother," Little Furong told the patriarch, "The reason why I fell into a coma at that time was because...it was because..."

The patriarch had a vague premonition, and asked cautiously, "Because of what?"

"Because of me," the boy's eyes were clear and innocent, with a cute smile on his face, "I'm planning to commit suicide."

The author says:

Patriarch: Garbage collection starts with you and me.