Death Inquisitor

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The sudden knock on the door made Ouyang Zicao's heart skip a beat. He turned around slowly and asked in confusion: "Who is it...?"

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be so nervous. But after receiving the death notice, his life was in danger every minute and every second, so his nerves were naturally completely tense.

No one answered him outside the door, but the knocking on the door continued.

Ouyang Zicao tried his best to slow down his pace, walked to the door of the room, and looked out through the peephole, but there was nothing.

The corridor was empty, but the knocking on the door continued, and the sound gradually became louder and louder.

Dust kept falling from his doorframe, as if someone was banging on the door outside.

Such a scene made Ouyang Zicao even more scared. If someone was really there, it would be a good thing for him.

At least he could get out of the room, but now he couldn't see anyone, but he could still hear the knocking on the door, which had to make him panic.

"Who on earth...is it?"

Although he couldn't see anyone, he still asked again.

"Bang!"

The door panel was suddenly knocked open. Ouyang Zicao was hit by the door without noticing. He screamed in pain and took several steps back.

Rubbing his bruised forehead, Ouyang Zicao looked nervously at the empty corridor. Although he didn't think anything would rush in at this time, he still instinctively sensed the danger.

A gust of cold wind blew by, raising Ouyang Zicao's bangs. Ouyang Zicao, who was not wearing much, couldn't help but shiver, with some panic in his eyes.

This wind is so strange. Even the windows in their corridor are very small. In addition, at this time, the small window must have been closed. How could such a gust of wind blow here for no reason? .

Not sure what was going on, Ouyang Zicao didn't dare to rush out easily, but no matter what, the door opened, which was really a good thing for him.

At least he doesn't have to be trapped in this room now, so he naturally has more options. But after all, his current situation is still very dangerous.

Just when Ouyang Zicao was hesitant to rush out, the window behind him made a loud noise again, and Ouyang Zicao subconsciously looked back.

He was suddenly frightened out of his mind. He could now roughly see things that he had not seen clearly before. He finally understood why there were such dents on his security window bars.

A head with long flowing hair was leaning against the anti-theft window railing, and it looked like he was still squeezing in.

Since the long hair of the head blocked the face, Ouyang Zicao couldn't see clearly what the head looked like, but what he was sure of was that he definitely didn't see any part of the head below the neck.

The light of the mobile phone was too weak, and Ouyang Zicao still couldn't see clearly enough. But just these are enough.

At least at this time, Ouyang Zicao had rushed out desperately.

The head was about to squeeze in. If he didn't want to stay in the room and wait for death, this was his only choice.

As soon as he rushed into the corridor, he heard a "clang", which was very loud and broke the silent night.

Although Ouyang Zicao did not look back, he also knew that it was the sound of the security window bar falling down in his room.

Ouyang Zicao, who was running in the corridor, was actually lucky that his movements were fast enough at this time. If not, he would have been bitten on his neck by the head.

Of course, these were all things he thought he was doing.

Going down the stairs along the corridor, Ouyang Zicao didn't dare to waste any time and rushed out of the dilapidated small building. Fortunately, the floor he lived in was not high, it was only on the fourth floor.

Otherwise, just going downstairs would be too much for his body, which had not been exercised for a long time.

There was no one on the deserted streets at night, but this was not a strange thing. For the sake of safety, the place Ouyang Zicao rented was originally a suburb. There were factories nearby and there were no entertainment venues. It was normal for there to be no people at this time.

Ouyang Zicao, who ran for a while, looked back and found that nothing was following him. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly slowed down his speed.

His body really couldn't bear it, otherwise he wouldn't really be willing to slow down now. Even though there was nothing chasing him, Ouyang Zicao knew that he was still being judged.

Every move he made was still exposed in front of the Death Judge, so he couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.

Then Ouyang Zicao looked down at his mobile phone and found that there was still no signal at all, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

In order to avoid accidents, I rented in the suburbs before. It is a good choice to end up clean. But it's different now. There's not even a ghost around here, and there's no signal on his cell phone.

There wasn't even a car now. If he really relied on his two legs, he might not be able to walk to the airport even until dawn.

In Ouyang Zicao's mind, the only way to escape now is to get on a plane and go to a place as far away from here as possible.

square.

Although I don't know if I have a chance to run away, it is still better than staying here and waiting to die.

But even if he goes to the city now, he doesn't know when he will meet a taxi. In this case, what to do becomes a very troublesome thing.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Zicao's eyes were a little sad. He always thought that as long as he was more cautious, the police would definitely not find him.

It's better now. The police didn't find him, but the death judge came to him first. This is not a good thing, and it is really too tragic for him.

The devastated Ouyang Zicao faltered. Every step he takes feels like stepping on his heart, which is very heavy.

"Stab it!"

Ouyang Zicao couldn't help but cover her ears due to the sudden harsh friction sound. The friction between the tires and the ground gave off a smell of rubber, which was very unpleasant.

Ouyang Zicao took a step back, looking at the motorcycle that almost hit him with lingering fear, and immediately yelled at the rider: "Are you fucking sick..."...

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