Death Inquisitor

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But he immediately thought of something very important. He was now undergoing a death trial. So what happened to this motorcycle that suddenly appeared, and a man whose face could not be seen because he was wearing a helmet?

"Eh hahaha..."

The unpleasant laughter passed through the helmet and reached Ouyang Zicao's ears, making him unable to help but cover his ears again.

After a while, the laughter stopped.

The man wearing the helmet really seemed to be a psychopath. If it had been in the past, Ouyang Zicao would have started to lose his temper at this time, and would have scolded him if it was worse.

But at this time, he had no such feelings or thoughts at all. On the contrary, his heartbeat continued to accelerate, and he swallowed hard.

He is not a fool. Such a thing appeared in the death trial. He didn't need to think too much to understand that it was definitely not a good thing. Maybe it was the person who came to take his life.

"Well...I..." Ouyang Zicao stepped back carefully step by step, still hesitating and said: "I...I'll leave first..."

Before he finished speaking, the man turned around and ran as fast as he could. He really didn't have much strength now, but when his life was threatened, he still showed his full potential.

When people are forced into desperate situations, the power they unleash is often astonishing.

Ye Chen looked at Ouyang Zicao running wildly on the screen and said to himself: "Not too stupid, at least he knows how to run... But what's the use of this, the final result is still the same. The sinful person, will never escape justice.”

Indeed, Ouyang Zicao's choice at this time was quite smart. He did not run along the main road, because he knew very well that he would not be able to outrun the domineering motorcycle with his own two legs.

So his only choice was to cross the path and run towards the abandoned factory area.

The roar of the motorcycle made Ouyang Zicao's hair stand on end. A strong sense of crisis drove him to go faster. The feeling of being stared at by a wild beast made his whole body numb.

Ouyang Zicao panted rapidly, not forgetting to look back.

The motorcycle was still following him, but because he chose a narrow gravel path, the speed of the motorcycle was not very fast.

This gave him a chance to breathe, but Ouyang Zicao's nerves were still tense. As long as he was not sure that the death judge was no longer staring at him, he would not relax at all.

These are all deadly things, how dare he be careless.

But he is somewhat more relaxed now. Anyway, as long as he runs another ten meters or so, he can reach the next level. At that time, there is definitely no way for the motorcycle to come up.

When the time comes, if you get into the abandoned factory and circle around a few more times, you can finally get rid of the thing behind you that you don't know whether it is a human or a ghost.

He rushed up the steps, taking three steps and then two, until he was halfway through, Ouyang Zicao looked back again.

Sure enough, as he thought, there was no way for the motorcycle to come up at this time, so he was still very safe now, but it would be hard to say if it continued like this.

So he didn't dare to waste any more time, but continued to climb up. Even if the thing behind him no longer has the motorcycle, the legs are still there after all.

However, Ouyang Zicao, who has reached the limit of his physical strength, has also decided that if he cannot avoid the thing behind him smoothly, then he will fight with him then. Even if he cannot win, he cannot just stay here. Go to hell with the cowards.

With this thought, his movements became a little faster. After climbing to the end of the steps, his vision suddenly became clear.

There were no street lights or neon lights around here, so the moonlight suddenly shone down. Although the moonlight was not particularly bright at the moment, it at least allowed him to see the abandoned factory roughly.

Ouyang Zicao, who was standing on the top, looked back again, but was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

At some point, the head of the thing riding the motorcycle behind him disappeared, leaving only a body standing in place.

At this time, less than one meter away from him, floated the "helmet" he had seen before.

Ouyang Zicao, who was shivering all over, couldn't help but scream. He immediately turned around and rushed towards the abandoned factory building while crawling.

At this time, he no longer had the slightest intention to resist, and all that was left in his mind was to run. If he thought he could fight that thing behind him before, he wouldn't do it now even if he was killed.

His head was spinning, and he knew with his butt that the person chasing him was definitely not a human being. The fear of the unknown made Ouyang Zicao's physical strength, which had reached its limit, break through.

Because of this, he could hold on for a while longer. But judging from his appearance, he couldn't hold on much longer.

Ouyang Zicao also knew what kind of situation he was in now, so he ran directly into the abandoned factory.

This was what he had planned from the beginning. He would take advantage of the complex environmental conditions of the abandoned factory building to find a chance to hide for a while, recover some physical strength, and then get rid of the head that had been following him.

This is the only way he can think of at the moment. After all, the situation is

That's it, he is in a completely disadvantaged position, and there is no other way he can think of.

Fortunately, the flying head did not follow him in the end. After Ouyang Zicao got into the factory, he suddenly felt that the cold feeling on his back was gone.

Although the factory building here has been abandoned, it is not empty. There are still many discarded cardboard boxes.

This was originally an injection molding workshop, and these cartons were used to hold injection molded parts. Now the factory building is abandoned, and the machines and other useful things have been moved away.

If these cartons were not allowed to be taken away by rag pickers because they might still be useful, then there would really be nothing here now.

These stacked cardboard boxes vary in height, but the taller ones are almost two meters tall. It was enough to completely cover Ouyang Zicao.

Ouyang Zicao, who really couldn't squeeze out any more energy, finally found a suitable position and hid at this time.

Just behind those cardboard boxes, against the dirty wall, formed a triangular angle with only one direction for entry and exit.

This makes it easier for Ouyang Zicao to observe and be ready to run at any time. ..

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