Everyone fell silent as they looked at Kelin's dead body on the ground.
In the brief silence, He Zheng suddenly gave an inexplicable laugh, his face full of indifference.
"Well, damn. Another one dead. Looks like that whole team's probably gone."
With his arm hanging limply, he casually glanced at Kelin's body, though his eyes avoided the photograph, whether deliberately or not.
Noticing Huang Liang looking up to glare at him, He Zheng shrugged, unbothered.
"What are you glaring at, buzz cut? Anyone who didn't know better would think your little brother died."
"Come to think of it, this kid was lucky. At least he got to leave some last words. How many people end up here without knowing why, then die without knowing why?"
"When they die... they cry for their moms and dads. Right to the end, they don't even know what killed them."
He Zheng snorted, a hint of desolation entering his eyes halfway through.
"Maybe dying's better... At least the suffering's over."
"It's his parents I feel sorry for."
"They raised him all those years, and they won't even know he died in here. They might spend their whole lives waiting."
Listening to He Zheng ramble, Zhang Tie stood at the back, wanting to say something. But beside him, Hu Jia was staring blankly at the corpse on the ground, trembling all over.
He hurriedly patted Hu Jia's back to comfort him.
"Get the voice recorder first."
Ye Lin suddenly stood up, put the photograph away, and walked toward the vehicle.
He felt little emotion.
As He Zheng had said, death was all too normal here. Kelin was pitiable, but which of the dead wasn't? Even Frank might not have been like this when he entered his first round.
"Ye Lin..."
Seeing Ye Lin leave without