Cynthia’s Cat

After Philip was locked in the room, no one was asking him. This time was very difficult. He was very afraid of any movement outside the door. As long as there was a noise, Philip was afraid of someone coming.

His mind and body were tortured and exhausted, and slowly Philip became a little sleepy. He curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

Time didn't know how long it had passed, but the sound of the door opened awakened Philip, because he couldn't see it, he didn't know who entered the room.

Philip was a little scared, his body began to tremble, and he prayed not to come over! do not come!

Creel was indifferent and condescending, and Philip looked like a frightened mouse in his eyes, trying to hide his body desperately.

Creel squatted down and lifted Philip's mask.

When he uncovered the mask, Philip couldn't get used to it. His vision was not too clear. When he saw who the person in front of him was, his scared mouth opened wide, as if he had lost his voice.

Philip thought in his heart, why is it him? Isn't this man trapped in the basement? How come out so easily?

There was a loud noise in the room, and Philip fell to the ground because he heard someone approaching Leon.

How to do? How to do?

Philip was very nervous, he was afraid of being exposed.

Now that he must calm down, Philip hurriedly hid the rag in his hand. When he was about to open the door, he noticed the bucket on the ground.

The water in the bucket is dark red, **** it! Haven't hidden this yet.

Philip picked up the bucket and poured it out the window. Outside the window was the backyard, and the splashed water was poured on the lawn. After pouring the water, Philip tidied up his wrinkled jacket, stabilized his mood, and walked to the door to open it.

Philip looked at the sullen man with a gloomy face. Is this a clerk in his shop?

Philip opened the door for a short while, and said in a bad tone: "Who are you? You don't seem to be a clerk in the shop."

Krell realized that he was extraordinarily calm, and he did not panic at all. "Manager, it hasn't been long since I first came to the bakery. You may not remember me yet."

Philip didn't believe it, his narrow eyes looked at Creel, "Are you really a clerk in the shop? What is my name?"

Krell smiled and was not fooled. Fortunately, he already knew the name of the manager of the bakery.

"Manager Philip, what's wrong with you today? It's a bit strange."

Philip looked at the man in front of him, could it really be a clerk in their shop, but he hadn't seen it once, and he hadn't put on work clothes. Thinking of what he said just now, this man knew Leon.

Philip was a little flustered. This person came for Leon. The alarm in Philip's mind rang. He hurriedly wanted to close the door, but was stopped by a lot of resistance.

Krell held on to the door, turned around and entered the room. He did not rush to lock the door back, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, looking at Philip with a panic face.

"Manager Philip, what are you doing? Why are you so afraid of me."

Philip roared, "Who the **** are you!!!"

Creel's voice was hellishly cold, "You don't need to know my name, because you will be a dead person."

Philip's body trembled so badly. When did he see someone with such a terrifying look, watching the gun in the man's hand with guard, he was afraid that the man would shoot suddenly.