Death Inquisitor

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After climbing to the ground, George didn't want to move at all. He wanted to take a good rest.

John then climbed out, and the two of them lay on the ground side by side, breathing heavily.

It's just that John cares more about the surroundings than George. He is very anxious to find his men. He has written down the hatred of the Death Judge, and now he is ready to avenge it!

He looked up at the surroundings, his eyes a little confused. He didn't know where he was. Many places around him were filled with piles of garbage, dilapidated low-rise houses, and a desolate scene.

You could tell it was a slum at a glance. Although John hadn't been to a place like this for many years, he had lived in a place like this before.

We are poor here, but wherever there are people, we can squeeze out some profit.

Therefore, he is relatively familiar with this kind of place. There is everything here. Because it is too poor, the American police don't pay much attention to it.

Slowly getting up, what John wanted to do most now was to find some water to drink first.

George was still very tired, but seeing that John had already gotten up, he could only get up with John.

The two people's steps were a little shaky, but they could still keep walking for a while. The road here could not be regarded as a road.

There were all kinds of garbage and syringes everywhere. If they hadn't thrown away the leather shoes they were wearing, it would be impossible to walk in this place.

They might not have felt it very strongly in the sewer, but now that they came out and were exposed to the sun, they realized how stinky they were.

"George, I can't stand it anymore. I have to find water as soon as possible." John said.

George strongly agreed with his opinion, but it didn't mean that they could find water immediately if they wanted to. They walked all the way and didn't even see a single person in broad daylight.

Those low and dilapidated houses have a big lock on every door.

John walked to one of the doors and kicked it several times, but he couldn't open the door.

After working on it for a long time, it had no effect, and John suddenly became irritable.

"A bunch of poor people! They locked the door so tightly and there wasn't even a place to drink water!"

Listening to John's muttering, George's face turned ugly.

It was eight or nine o'clock, and the sun was getting hotter. The water on the two people's bodies evaporated, but all the dirt in the sewer remained on their bodies.

The discomfort was not limited to their skin, but even their stomachs began to hurt. At first they were washed away by sewage, but they drank a lot.

Even if you vomit, you may not be able to spit it all out. This kind of internal and external taste is very uncomfortable.

Holding their stomachs, John and George looked at each other, and they could both understand the meaning in the other person's eyes.

The two of them couldn't bear it any longer, and had previously thought about seeing if they could find someone to ask.

Now they feel uncomfortable and their stomachs hurt. They urgently need to get some water to solve their problems.

The two of them directly found a door that seemed easier to solve, and started to bump into each other at the same time. Before, one person couldn't kick the door open, but now they both hit it together, and the door fell down after holding on for a while. .

As soon as the door opened, a stench stronger than their own smelled out.

John and George covered their noses at the same time and frowned. John said in a loud voice: "Why is it so smelly in here? It's like a dead rat."

George waved his hand as if he wanted to dispel the stench in the air: "John, you haven't killed anyone yourself for too many years. This is the smell of rotting corpses."

John took two steps back. The smell of corpses seemed to him the worst smell in the world. Since he hasn't had any contact with her for many years, he definitely doesn't want to have any contact now.

He cursed: "This must be those drug addicts again. They injected too much drugs and died here like this. George, let's change again. It's really stinky in here and I don't want to go in."

George did not reject John, but followed him and continued moving forward, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. If a drug addict died from taking drugs here, then the door should be locked from here, why is it from the outside.

And how could such a shabby house cover up such a smell? Even if they didn't open the door, the smell should still be introduced into their noses. Why did this smell come out after opening the door? Just came out.

I can't explain it clearly and I can't understand it. George didn't think about it anymore... After all, the most important thing now is not the truth of the matter. The most important thing is to find water or find people...

John thought that he had escaped the death judge's judgment after escaping from the sewer. Although George did not completely think so, he felt a lot more at ease in his heart.

To put it bluntly, it's because they don't watch many live broadcasts, so they give themselves such an illusion.

Ye Chen looked at the two old men holding their stomachs on the screen and snapped his fingers. From the house behind them, there was a very soft crisp sound.

John was complaining to George about how bad it was here, so they didn't hear the voice at all.

George actually didn't like John's habit of complaining, but John had to maintain a superior image in front of others, and he couldn't be so carefree and casual at all.

Complained, so talkative John left this habit to George.

Therefore, even if George didn't like it, he could only endure it silently.

"John!" George was a little annoyed with John's chatter. He changed the subject and said, "Look over there, that door is unlocked. We can go and take a look."

John stopped talking, and George breathed a sigh of relief. John walked over quickly and opened the door gently. This time, there was no foul smell inside. It was just a dark house without any glass. Even in the daytime, the sun couldn't get in.

George followed John and walked in. There wasn't much sunlight coming through the door, and they couldn't see very clearly in the low light.

There were very few things inside. Apart from a shabby table and a few chairs, there were only cooking utensils and nothing else.

There is also a door inside, which looks like there should be another room.

John shouted: "Is anyone here? Hey, is anyone here?" No one paid attention to him, and it was still quiet here. He felt unhappy, and turned to George again and said: "Who the hell is he?" Why is there no one in this place? It’s an abandoned slum. It’s so unlucky that there’s nothing to make a phone call..."...

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