Death Inquisitor

"Master, save me..." Zhao Feixiong screamed in horror.

However, the monks disappeared again, and the room became the dilapidated room with thick dust.

"Goodong".

Zhao Feixiong swallowed, then said nervously:

"I... I... I'm not... deliberately... deliberately..."

The old man, the little girl, glanced at each other, and instantly showed a terrible look, looking at Zhao Feixiong.

They walked towards Zhao Feixiong step by step.

It felt like Zhao Feixiong had been swallowed alive.

"Don't! Don't come!" Zhao Feixiong screamed wildly, and the mahogany sword waved wildly in his hand.

Just then, a fierce arm suddenly protruded from Zhao Feixiong's head and grabbed Zhao Feixiong's head.

In the next second, the live video became Zhao Feixiong's house.

As before, the monks closed their eyes and read the scriptures, and the furnishings in the room did not change. The only thing that changed was.

Zhao Feixiong is gone!

public security bureau.

Cao Fei, watching the live broadcast of the death trial, shrank sharply.

No, this time it feels wrong. . . . . .

"This... what's going on... how the environment changed all at once..." Mu Yunyun was startled by the big hand that suddenly appeared, and said a little nervously.

"Is there any response from the Soul Detector?" Cao Fei frowned and hurriedly looked at Hu Rihua and asked.

"No, there is no abnormal magnetic field, and no soul appears." Hu Rihua looked at the computer and shook his head.

"Cao Fei, it feels different this time..." Liu Jian said at the moment.

"Yesterday’s death trial, a female ghost appeared, and the female ghost caught Sun Tao and others... caught in a special space, this time also appeared ghosts... There are also things that took Zhao Feixiong away, but, Before Zhao Feixiong was arrested, the environment changed. This feeling was different..." Cao Fei frowned, murmured.

"Look! The live picture of the death trial has changed!" Mu Yunyun said suddenly.

I saw that the live broadcast was transferred to a rental room.

There is a young man with a pale face, curled up in the corner, trembling.

Hu Rihua crackled the keyboard, and after a while, Hu Rihua said:

"His name is Gao Fei. Two years ago, he drove a nail householder who was reluctant to demolish for a real estate company. He clashed with one of the heads of the household, killed the male head of the household, and hit the female head of the household. The two children of the head of the household were also killed by him. ...

Hu Rihua said that his face suddenly changed.

"Is the result, he became a psychiatric patient?" Liang Yin pouted, said disdainfully.

"Well, he was identified as mentally ill." Hu Rihua took a deep breath and then said.

"This scum, why he was identified as mentally ill, there is absolutely a problem here!" Mu Yunyun's face changed, Shen Sheng said.

At this time, Director Ding came over and said Shen Sheng:

"Okay, for the time being, we have stopped discussing this, and we are all in the spirit. The death judge will take these people away at any time. This time, we can't call him successful anyway!

"Ce, he is invincible. I'm sure that it's useless to prepare so much this time." Liang Yin pouted and said.

"Whether it is useful or useless, this is also an opportunity. He has already killed a lot of people. He can no longer be told to continue killing people. Even if he kills criminals, they are all **** people. He has no power to kill these people!" Director Ding Brows frowned, and then said.

Liang Yin was very simple. He tore a packet of potato chips and ate it.

Director Ding froze slightly, then sighed helplessly.

"Cao Fei, I watched the live broadcast of the death trial. I didn't feel right this time. You asked a few people to go to the rooms of the mentally ill patients, otherwise I feel that something will go wrong." Director Ding looked at Cao Fei and said .

"There are soul detectors everywhere in the police station. As long as ghosts appear, they will be detected as soon as possible. Even if the police are sent in, it will not have much effect." Cao Fei sighed and said.

"You mean, this time is different from the previous one?" Director Ding heard this and was startled and asked quickly.

"It's not easy to judge at the moment, but this possibility is more than half..." Cao Fei frowned, and after that, he looked at the live broadcast of the death trial.

Modu, somewhere in a rented room.

Gao Fei curled up in the corner, his body trembling, his mouth crooked, his tears and his nose running.

Three minutes have passed after ten o'clock, and his fear lasted for three minutes.

He really didn't dare to go to the police station. He was afraid that his true situation would be investigated by the police, so what was waiting for him was execution.

He didn't want to die, really didn't want to die.

He had heard people say that the death judge never arbitrarily killed people.

So he made a decision to continue to pretend to be mentally ill, and to pretend to be very similar.

He hoped that he could call the death judge to give up trying him, because he was really a "psychotic."

At ten o'clock, he began to pretend, he was laughing and crying, and he was crying and running, and he looked like a mental patient.

However, even with this, Gao Fei's heart is frightened.

Three minutes later, I'm fine. . . . Did I succeed? . . . . Does the death judge not judge me? . . . .

As soon as Gao Fei thought of this, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

He appeared in a dimly lit bathroom.

The layout here is simple, a toilet, a sink, and a bathtub.

Gao Fei stayed for a while, and then shivered.

This is where. . . . .

Goofy's Hanmao burst instantly.

It's too weird, he was clearly in the rental room, why did he go to the bathroom all at once, and it's not the bathroom of his rental room yet.

Just then, a man appeared on the edge of the toilet, his two white eyes staring at Gao Fei.

Gao Fei's pupil shrank sharply and shivered chillingly.

He recognized it. This was the male head of the house he killed.

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