Death Inquisitor

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Thursday scratched his head: "That's right, it's indeed your text message, Brother Ping." As he said that, Thursday took it out of his pocket.

Just when he was about to check his cell phone Zhang Ping, the rhythmic knocking on the door rang again.

Zhang Ping and Zhou Zhou looked at each other, and Zhang Ping asked: "Who is outside the door?"

"Brother Ping, don't talk nonsense, it's me."

"And us."

Thursday said to Zhang Ping: "Brother Ping, it's Shu Feng and the others."

Zhang Ping nodded: "Go and open the door."

Thursday took a few steps and opened the door. At this time, Zhang Ping already held a pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was pointed at the other six people in the room, including Thursday, who came in at the beginning.

Zhang Ping, who was suspicious by nature, already felt that something was wrong. These people came to you at the same time. Even if he had personally notified them before, this would not necessarily happen.

Now Zhang Ping can clearly remember that he has not sent any text messages to any of them. Although it feels a bit strange, Zhang Ping still prefers to believe that there is something wrong with these six people.

Thursday's face changed slightly, and then he laughed dryly: "Brother Ping, what do you mean?"

The gun in Zhang Ping's hand was held tightly, and the bullets were already loaded: "I don't mean anything. I just don't understand what you mean. Why did they all come to me all of a sudden?"

Shu Feng was a handsome-looking man. His brows were furrowed and his tone was not very good: "Brother Ping, what you said is interesting. Didn't you ask a few of us to come here? Why are you here now?" Now that we have suddenly come to you, we are still wondering why you put the problem on our heads. Although we are just errands and not as capable as you, you will be gone without us. Legs, there’s no way you can survive!”

Shu Feng felt that the current problem lay with Zhang Ping, and felt that he was planning to burn bridges. Fortunately, he still had a hand in hand. If there was a real fight, there would be no problem.

Several other people also started shouting, saying that there was something wrong with the way Zhang Ping did things and that he shouldn't do things that way.

Zhang Ping himself was not sure. The voices of these people were too unified, and they didn't look like they were lying. If the police were just trying to trick him into opening the door, their purpose would have been achieved, and there was no need to make such a big show of it. Get so many people here.

But why do they all say that they sent them text messages? This situation is obviously not within my consideration.

"You all said that I sent you text messages. But I can be sure that I didn't send you any text messages today!"

Zhang Ping said with great certainty. The others looked at each other and took out their mobile phones to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the number.

These are the numbers Zhang Ping uses to communicate with them individually. Everyone is different. If it weren't for Zhang Ping, who else could notify everyone at once?

Even the police don't have such powerful skills.

Thursday handed Zhang Ping the cell phone with the details: "Brother Ping, look at it, isn't this what you sent me?"

Zhang Ping took the phone and looked at it for a few times, and his expression immediately changed: "This is one of my numbers, yes, but I must have never sent you such a text message."

Several other people also handed their mobile phones to Zhang Ping one by one. After everyone had looked at it, Zhang Ping took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression: "How could this be? What I can guarantee is that I did not send it to you." Such text messages."

Everyone else was in a state of confusion. The risks in their profession were inherently high, and everyone was concerned about their own concerns. But now that something like this happened suddenly, they couldn't calm down even if they wanted to.

"Brother Ping..." Shu Feng pointed to the gun in Zhang Ping's hand. Zhang Ping now knew that the problem was not with them, so he put the gun down. Then Shu Feng continued: "Brother Ping, you should now I also understand that the person who sent this text message has only one purpose, and that is to bring us all together here. Although I don’t know what his purpose is, I still think it’s best to leave here first.”

Zhang Ping also nodded, and the others had no problems. Zhang Ping was not polite, pointed directly at two of them and said: "Xia An, Dongzi, you two pack these things, we will leave immediately."

Naturally, Xia An and Dongzi would not go against Zhang Ping on such a trivial matter. They collected all the money obediently and then pulled out the box under the table.

Just when they were about to leave, seven invitations neatly arranged on the table suddenly appeared.

No one noticed it at first, until Zhang Ping looked around the room to make sure there would be no problems, then he noticed the invitations on the table.

"Death Notice!?"

Zhang Ping's exclamation attracted everyone's attention. They immediately turned their attention to the table. The seven invitations on it were really conspicuous.

Now they no longer have to think about who has the ability to bring all seven of them together.

They all knew that this was obviously done by the Death Judge.

Only the Death Judge can bring them all together without anyone noticing.

"run!"

Zhang Ping immediately faced everyone

The door rushed past, and faced with the death notice from the Death Judge, they didn't think anything except running.

But when they wanted to open the door, they found that there was no way to open it.

Shu Feng's face turned pale as he opened the door. He kicked the door hard several times, but the iron door still remained motionless.

Zhang Ping didn't hesitate at all. After squeezing through the crowd, he fired three shots at the door lock.

It was only six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun had not yet set, so the sound of such gunshots was very obvious. It's just that the place where they were located was very remote, so they didn't attract the attention of others.

Three shots were fired at the door lock, but no one of them could get out from here. All of them are locked in this room.

The door lock withstood three shots, but there was still no change. It was exactly the same as before.

"If we can't get out, we will definitely die here..." Xia An cried out.

Zhang Ping was very upset, so he didn't say anything and just shouted: "Shut up! He's not dead if we pay him back!"...

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