Death Inquisitor

"No, it's not a ghost. If it is, the soul detector can't detect it." Cao Fei shook his head and said.

"So what is this ability? Actually..." Liu Jian frowned and asked.

"If you know what the ability is, then the death judge is not so difficult to deal with..." Cao Fei sighed and then said.

"Then today's layout is in vain again?" Hu Rihua said with some tangle.

"Go to the meeting room!" Director Ding said with a slightly uncomfortable expression.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and then follow Secretary Ding to the meeting room.

With so much decoration, all of it became a decoration all at once, and Director Ding would naturally feel uncomfortable.

Even Cao Fei, Mu Yunyun, Hu Rihua and others were awkward.

This is called extinction.

Even more depressing is that even if the death judge did not show up, even a ghost did not appear.

This makes everyone feel very lost.

Of course, with the exception of one person, Liang Yin.

She originally did not approve of arresting death judges. These arresting death judges ended in failure, and Liang Yin would not be awkward.

It's not hard to see from the cheerful sample of her humming song, she is in a good mood.

Of course, Liang Yin's death adjudicator is simply a cult, and there is no male or female feeling.

Her heart has been firmly grasped by Ye Chen.

Silent Hill, a quiet town.

It was covered with heavy fog, and the sky was covered with white dust, like snowflakes, falling to the ground.

It was empty, quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, eighteen people who kept screaming and wailing appeared here, breaking the tranquility of the town.

"No! Don't kill me!"

"Help! Help!"

"Save me, there are ghosts and ghosts."

. . . . . .

Zhao Feixiong, waving wildly with the peach wood sword, suddenly froze when he heard someone scream, and then opened his eyes.

The next second, Zhao Feixiong stayed for a while and stuttered, "This... Where is this?"

At this time, eighteen people came back one after another, and found that the ghost was gone, Qi Qi relieved, and then was shocked.

"This is where?"

"Is this the place?"

. . . . . .

Studio.

"Isn't this the town where the live broadcast started?"

"Lying trough, really, is this the place in reality?"

"It's impossible, how can there be such a small town in our country."

"Hahaha, these stupid people are here. I don't know how to be punished by the boss of the judge in a while."

"No matter how punished, they can't be told to leave this town alive."

public security bureau.

"Here?" Director Ding frowned as he looked at the live broadcast of the death trial.

"Is it the same as the strange space made by the female ghost yesterday?" Hu Rihua hesitated and said.

"If that's the case, don't even look for the death judge." Jiang Hao glanced at Director Ding and then said.

"I don't think it's possible, because it's too real..." Wang Hao frowned, then said.

Cao Fei frowned, but said nothing.

Modu, Ye Chen's residence.

Looking at the big screen that only he could watch, Ye Chen flashed a cold light in his eyes.

People are together, then. . . . . let's start. . . . .

silent Hill.

The originally quiet Silent Hill suddenly sounded an alarm.

The small town flooded with gloom suddenly turned red.

Zhao Feixiong, Gao Fei and others were all taken aback.

"Ghost... Will the ghost appear again?" said one in shock.

"No... no... there are monsters..." one stuttered.

At this moment, in the thick fog in the distance, there was a sound of learning about it.

The voice is not loud, but in this quiet town, it is particularly cautious.

A figure appeared in the thick fog and walked towards Zhao Feixiong and others.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Zhao Feixiong and others scared back.

They had met ghosts before, and now they have been caught in this deserted and strange town, how could they not be afraid.

"Sell... Rock Sugar Gourd..." A crisp cry came to the ears of Zhao Feixiong and others.

"Grass! I thought it was a ghost. I didn't expect to be a rock sugar gourd." A man spit hard and said angrily.

"It's scared to death, I thought I was a ghost again." One person patted the heart, and said with a lingering fear.

"How do you get here if you sell rock sugar gourd? You are also mentally ill?" one shouted loudly.

"No... it's not right... he... he's not... he's not..." one's pupil shrank violently, then stuttered.

It was just that he hadn't finished speaking, the figure in the thick fog came out, showing his true face.

Zhao Feixiong and others saw the people selling candied gourds, and they all took a breath of air, and they stepped back several steps.

The man who came out of the thick fog had a deep mouth in his neck, his head leaned slantingly on his shoulders, two black eyes without any white eyes, and looked straight at Zhao Feixiong and others.

This is scary enough.

And the one he carried was wrapped in cotton cloth with a very thick end, which was used to insert the candied gourd. Instead of the candied gourd, it was a human part.

Ears, eyes, nose, mouth, brain, intestines, fingers, toes. . . . . . .

"Do you want to buy sugar cane?" the man asked with a grin.

It's okay if he doesn't open his mouth. With one mouth, a large piece of maggots crawled out of his mouth, and Zhao Feixiong and others looked cold.

"No... don't buy..." A person's pupils swelled violently, stuttering.

"Don't buy it?" The man suddenly uttered a scream of sternness, his complexion instantly changed, and then took out a pig-killing knife from his back.

"This...this...this is mine...my..." One person saw this, his eyes widened fiercely, and he stammered.

"If you don't buy it, you die!" the man selling candy gourd shouted sadly.

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