Death Inquisitor

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Liu Qiang raised his head, and his face was pointed at the screen. He said with contempt in his eyes: "Judge Death, your method is meaningless at all. It is just to scare useless garbage. If you want to scare me, it is impossible. None! Let me tell you, even if I kill my wife, it’s my business and I don’t need you to judge me!”

Ye Chen looked at Liu Qiang calmly. He was only the maker of the rules in this trial, and these eight people would be the enforcers of the rules.

After Wang Yang heard Liu Qiang's words, he also stopped his movements. He couldn't open the chains that fixed his hands, and he couldn't move the chair he was sitting on.

"What are you talking about? Are you being too irresponsible? That is your wife. Don't you feel a little ashamed for killing your lover?"

"Ashamed?" Liu Qiang chuckled and said disdainfully: "Why should I be ashamed? That bitch was the first to apologize to me. I killed her, which is the lightest punishment! What qualifications do you have to speak against me? Aren’t you the same? If you didn’t kill someone, would you be judged? You’re just a sinner!”

"You!" Wang Yang was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Ye Chen looked at their quarrel and said calmly: "The rules of this trial are very simple. Each of you will describe your own murder process and your current mentality. This will give you a chance to redeem yourself." , if you can impress other people and get them to vote for you, maybe you will have a chance to survive.”

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth: "Each of the eight of you has a vote. You cannot vote for yourself. The two people with the most votes in the end can get out from here. The other six people will die!"

This was the first time Ye Chen mentioned the word "death" to them, and it was this word that completely cut off all their unnecessary thoughts.

Then the death notice in front of their round table disappeared. There was a number under the death notice. According to the order, Wang Yang was number one, and Ye Yue, who was huddled in the corner, was number eight.

"Starting from the 1st to the 8th, everyone will have ten minutes to narrate and two minutes to vote."

Just as Ye Chen finished speaking, Wang Yang started shouting: "This is not fair! Why am I the first?" Indeed, at this time, everyone will definitely be in a wait-and-see state, as the first person to narrate People are probably the most difficult people to get votes for.

However, Ye Chen only said one sentence to shut him up: "Because you are the person who kills the most and commits the heaviest sins here."

Wang Yang's expression changed and he immediately became silent.

Ye Chen continued: "I don't want any of you to waste my time, so..."

Da da da……

There were strange footsteps in the distance.

"If any of you wastes time, the owner of the footsteps will approach you. If the owner of the footsteps appears in front of you before all of you finish narrating, then you...all will lose the chance."

What would be the result of losing the opportunity, they already understood it all without Ye Chen's explanation.

In the dark environment, the footsteps gradually became clearer.

They knew exactly what this meant.

No. 4 Yan Jun is different from his younger brother. His younger brother is a very calm person, but his temper is extremely hot.

"No. 1!" Yan Jun yelled angrily: "If you don't hurry up and start, do you want us all to die here, in your hands? You idiot!"

Wang Yang reacted and swallowed, with an extremely frightened look on his face, as if he remembered something that scared him very much.

He spoke slowly: "My name is Wang Yang..." When he finished his first sentence, the footsteps disappeared.

It rained heavily that night when Wang Yang committed the murder. The bus had stopped running, and he was reluctant to take a taxi alone, so he had no choice but to brave the heavy rain and run to his uncle's house.

When he arrived at the door of his uncle's house, he hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door, and he felt unsure.

It was his aunt who opened the door. Looking at Wang Yang who was all wet, he quickly pulled him in and asked with concern: "Yangyang, what's wrong with you? You suddenly ran home in the middle of the night. If anything happens, call him." Just a phone call.”

Wang Yang looked at his beautiful aunt who was in her early forties but looked like she was thirty years old. He didn't say a word and just looked at his aunt.

His aunt smiled and said to him: "You sit down for a while, I will change clothes and get you a glass of water."

After saying that, his aunt turned and walked into the master bedroom, and Wang Yang also sat down on the sofa.

"My uncle's house has a layout of three bedrooms and one living room. It is only about 100 square meters. The house is not big. My uncle was also at home that night. He drank too much and didn't get up. I also have a sixteen-year-old sister who was also at home that night. , but she was still awake at that time, hiding in the room playing games. "

When Wang Yang narrated, his head hung down.

After the aunt came out after changing her clothes, she still held a set of clothes in her hand and handed it to Wang Yang: "Please put on this set of clothes. These are your uncle's clothes. I think they may be a little bigger for you." Yes, but it’s definitely better than the wet clothes you’re wearing.”

Wang Yang took the clothes and said, "Thank you, aunt." He was so upset that night that he even changed his clothes in the living room in front of his aunt in a daze.

His aunt did not interrupt him. Wang Yang has been a very obedient child in front of them since he was a child, so there must be a reason for doing such a thing.

Auntie sat next to Wang Yang and said softly: "Yangyang, what happened to you?"

Having said this, Wang Yang raised his lowered head again, looked at the other seven people, and shouted, "You can't really blame me for this matter. I didn't mean to do that. It's my aunt. It's my aunt's fault." , yes it’s aunt’s fault!”

The others guessed what Wang Yang did next, and their eyes looked at him with disgust.

Auntie gently took the slightly trembling Wang Yang into her arms: "It doesn't matter, you can tell auntie anything you want."

Wang Yang's voice was choked with sobs: "Aunt, I'm lovelorn."

The aunt heard Wang Yang's words and hugged him tighter. There was a bit of heartache on her face. It seemed that she really cared about Wang Yang from the bottom of her heart. ..

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