Death Inquisitor

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"Zhang Hua, right? I wonder if you still remember me. I am Wang Yong from Tuchuan Evening News. It was my reports that made you famous. Now I have encountered some difficulties..."

"Wang Yong? I don't know him. I'm sorry, you got the wrong person. Besides, it's very difficult for me to have cash flow now. You can borrow money from someone else."

Before Wang Yong finished speaking, Zhang Hua from the opposite side interrupted him.

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

The familiar beep sounded again.

"What a fool! I made you famous! Now you actually say you don't know me! You ungrateful bastard, you are still not a human being!"

Wang bravely raised the phone high, his expression changed several times, but he finally did not dare to throw away the only thing that could save his life.

Looking again at the time bomb in Barbie's arms on the toy car, there was only 15 minutes left!

The numbers that were still passing by frightened him so much that he kept pacing back and forth in the iron cage.

"Hurry, hurry! What about other information? Why haven't you come yet? Do you want to call the three guys in front again?"

Just as he was hesitant and looking anxious, a new message appeared.

Buzz!

After clicking it, the message is as follows.

Name: Zhang Xwen, gender: male.

Name: Zhang Xqian, gender: female.

Incident: In the "red envelope" incident that caused a lot of fuss a few days ago, Tuchuan Evening News reporter Wang Yong took the information out of context and published false information, which led to Zhang Xwen being fired from the hospital and his reputation was damaged. The six-year-old daughter Zhang Xqian believed that she had killed her father, left a suicide note and jumped off the building to commit suicide. Later, Zhang Xwen could not bear the tremendous pressure and public criticism, and died at home after swallowing sleeping pills and excessive drinking.

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Judge’s phone number: .

"The man named Zhang is dead?" Wang Yong had a look of surprise on his face.

Because Zhang Xwen committed suicide yesterday, and Wang Yong just woke up from his sleep this morning, he didn't know about it.

And if there were no other media reports, I'm afraid he would never know about it.

After all, for him, this is just a reporting tool that can be used to get him promotion, salary increase and bonus.

The news has already reported it, so the so-called party has no use value to him.

"But this phone call..." A trace of anger flashed across Wang Yong's face.

If he was not mistaken, this bastard should have kidnapped him and wanted to blow him up.

After all, the previous contacts all had names, but this guy was mysteriously named "Judge".

Do you think you are the judge of death?

Wang Yong had a look of disdain on his face. If the Death Judge wanted to deal with him, there would be no need to go to such trouble.

From just now until now, no supernatural phenomena have occurred. So this guy is definitely not a death judge, just an ordinary person pretending to be a ghost.

When the call was dialed, he immediately shouted to the other side: "What do you want! Who are you with the surname Zhang? I tell you, his life and death has nothing to do with me. He committed suicide completely. Even if he is the superintendent, You can’t catch me on the head. But it’s different for you. If you kill me, you’re a murderer! The superintendent won’t let you go!”

Ye Chen on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

Suddenly he laughed, and there was a strange power in the laughter that made Wang Yong's heart tremble: "It seems that you have no intention of repenting at all. That's right, if you had repented, you wouldn't have called me. Yes. Because the three people in front are not willing to help you, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense and stop the bomb! If this continues, people will die, do you understand? This is murder!" Wang Yong roared.

"Do you really want to live?"

"Nonsense, you don't want to live! Let me tell you, this is a society governed by the rule of law, and murder must be paid with life! If you mess around, you will never end well. It's still too late to stop the bomb and turn around now." Wang Yong said loudly.

"Since you want to live, then I will give you a chance." Ye Chen said quietly.

Wang Yong felt happy.

I thought to myself that this bastard was really frightened by him.

Don’t even look at who he is, a reporter! When your identity is revealed, you will always be in awe of anyone, otherwise the negative reports will hit you to death and make it difficult for you to be a good person.

Even if there are some hard-nosed people, they still won't surrender obediently once they get hold of their little handle. If you don't know how to appreciate others, your reputation will be ruined!

He has long been familiar with these routines.

This guy is a bitch, you can't give him a good look, you have to scare him. When you are scared, you give in!

Is the kidnapper awesome? Wasn't he so frightened that he gave in?

To put it nicely, it means "giving you a chance", but in fact it means giving up.

"Tell me, what's the opportunity?" Wang Yong's tone became more relaxed.

He expected that this boy would not dare to make any too difficult requests to him.

"As long as you can make Li Xiling's brother, Sun Xucheng's wife, and Zhang Xwen's wife forgive you, I will stop the countdown to the bomb." Ye Chen said: "You already have the first two mobile phone numbers, and the other two One will be sent to you after this call is over. Then it will be up to you."

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of shame and anger flashed across his face.

"Are you kidding me? Why should I ask them to forgive me? Even if I ask them to forgive me, it will only take ten minutes now.

How come there is no time! You are so stupid that you don’t want to live anymore, right? You have to drag me with you to be buried with you! Okay, you have the guts! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go! he said angrily.

I heard Ye Chen's leisurely tone on the other end of the phone: "That's your business. If you can't ask for their forgiveness, you have to die. As for whether I will die, that's not something you should worry about."

Then the call was hung up.

Wang bravely scolded his mother in the cage.

"I don't believe this. I can't get through 110. Why can't I get through other calls? I'll call 119, 120, etc. If I can't get through, I'll have to call the mayor's hotline!"

He muttered and pressed the button on his cell phone.

But both of them restrict the allocation.

This is true even if you randomly pick up a number and dial it.

And time is getting less and less! ..

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