Death Inquisitor

"Although he is hard to catch?" Liang Yin raised his eyebrows and asked.

Cao Fei nodded and said:

"Yes, the death judge is different from ordinary criminals. He has a very high IQ and extraordinary ability... However, even then, he can never make mistakes, as long as he makes a little mistake. , Then, it’s time to catch him."

"I went back, it's really boring today." Liang Yin pouted, then turned and left here.

"I also went back." Mu Yunyun sighed, and then said.

"Cao Fei, go drink?" Hu Rihua looked at Cao Fei and asked.

"Let's go together." Liu Jian exhaled long and said.

"Okay." Cao Fei nodded, and after finishing talking, he and Hu Rihua and Liu Jian left the door of the Public Security Bureau.

Modu, Ye Chen's residence.

The phone rang suddenly.

Ye Chen, who was looking at the big screen that he could only see, frowned, and then froze.

In this world, there is only one person who knows Ye Chen's mobile number, that is Liang Yin.

Ye Chen was too focused and forgot the matter for a while. When he remembered it, he sighed helplessly.

Take out the phone, connect the phone, Liang Yin's voice immediately rang:

"Ye Chen, are you home? Can you come out?"

"At home, what's wrong? Did you encounter something unhappy?" Ye Chen froze a little, then asked.

"I'm not very comfortable. I'll have a bar with me." Liang Yin sighed and said.

"Well, where are you?" Ye Chen sighed secretly, and then asked.

"I'm at the door of the XX bar. I'll wait for you." Liang Yin hung up the phone when he finished speaking.

Ye Chen was dumbfounded, and then shook his head helplessly, then stretched out a hand, and the silent mountain floating in the air was caught by Ye Chen and put in his pocket.

"What's the trouble with this girl? Strange, this is not like Liang Yin's character..."

Ye Chen thought of this and immediately dressed and went out.

silent Hill.

"Big... Brother... The ghost... The ghost came out..." Gao Fei looked at one ghost after another, and shivered with abruptness, then looked at Zhao Feixiong and knotted. Stammered.

"Afraid... a fart..." Zhao Feixiong swallowed and then snorted.

It was just that his tone betrayed his heart. Obviously, Zhao Feixiong was trembling and shaking at the moment.

"Xiong... Xiongge...quick...kill them!!!" One person hurriedly climbed three meters beside Zhao Feixiong and said with great tension.

One of his big legs was cut off by Wang Daniu. He wanted to stand up and couldn't stand up. He could only use the crawler.

And that's why he was so nervous and scared.

"Brother Xiong... what... how to do?" A man came to Zhao Feixiong three meters away and asked pale.

Other people came to Zhao Feixiong at the same time and asked Zhao Feixiong one by one.

At this moment, Zhao Feixiong and others are not afraid.

There are more and more ghosts coming out, one is more horrible than the other, one is more terrible.

There are elderly people, children, women, and strong middle-aged men.

These ghosts coming out of the dense fog, except for the ugly appearance, only one point is the same, that is, the eyes.

Their eyes are completely black, without a trace of white, and they look like people, let alone, his appearance is so cruel.

"Both... Get out for Lao Tzu!" Zhao Feixiong tried to stabilize his trembling, trembling heart, then screamed at the ghosts.

It sounded like he was angry, but the tension in Zhao Feixiong's words could be heard at random.

How could Zhao Feixiong not be afraid, there are too many ghosts, but there is only one Taomu sword, and one is killed. What about the other ghosts?

This is the root cause of Zhao Feixiong's fear.

Of course, even if there is only one ghost, Zhao Feixiong will be terrified and trembling, because fear of ghosts is the instinct of many people.

The footsteps of "Shusha" sounded.

More than 20 ghosts didn't even listen to Zhao Feixiong's scolding. Not only did they not listen, even the peach wood sword in Zhao Feixiong's hand gave a lazy glance and stepped towards Zhao Feixiong and others step by step.

The group of ghosts approached, and Zhao Feixiong and others retreated in unison, crawling backwards without one leg, and retreating with legs.

If Zhao Feixiong is not present, it is likely that these people will run wild in the next second.

The strange and panic atmosphere instantly appeared, the chill brought by the ghosts, and the stimulating cold hair roots of Zhao Feixiong and others exploded.

Many people's teeth begin to tremble and tremble, because of fear, because of fear.

This is a ghost, and it's a fierce ghost they turned into. Now come to them and ask for their lives.

No one wants to die, especially if they are killed by ghosts, and they are horrified by just thinking about it.

Zhang Liqiang's tragic howl when he died. These people have all heard of it. Just listening to the sound, you can imagine how miserable Zhang Liqiang was tortured.

These people are afraid of these ghosts.

"Buy meat?" Zeng Daqiang stopped and asked.

The strange breath instantly shrouded Zhao Feixiong and others, such words, they had heard before.

The ghost who sold the sugar gourd asked in this way, but the ghost asked if he would buy the sugar gourd.

And now, the ghost at the forefront asked if they would buy meat.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feixiong and others shivered and shivered.

They have guessed the result, whether they buy it or not, they will be tortured again.

"Xiong... Xiongge... Hurry! Hurry to kill him!" One pupil shrank sharply, then shouted sharply.

"Brother... kill, kill him!" one shouted pale.

"Give it to me! Haunt them, I'll kill!" Zhao Feixiong shivered awkwardly, and then roared grimly.

"Why... what!" one man was startled and exclaimed.

"You don't want to die, just give it to Lao Tzu and haunt them, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for you!" Zhao Feixiong snorted.

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