Death Inquisitor

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When he got closer to the fire, he realized that it was a pile of burning paper money, with incense placed in a circle around the paper money.

Looking around, Cai Heming didn't find anyone lighting paper money here. It was scary enough at this late night, plus he was still undergoing death trial.

So Cai Heming didn't dare to hesitate and walked directly past the pile of paper money with very fast steps.

Although he walked past the pile of paper money, Cai Heming didn't know why, but he always felt like something was staring at him from behind.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but look back.

But his face turned pale, and he found that there seemed to be a person standing on the fire behind him, with a strange smile on his face.

With his heart beating heavily, Cai Heming hurriedly turned his head back and then started running.

Before he could run far, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and icy raindrops fell instantly.

The hazy drizzle interfered with Cai Heming's vision. The sky was as dark as ink, and the cold wind kept blowing. Cai Heming felt that his whole body was cold and he was shivering.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of brakes coming from behind him, and then he felt as if his body was about to burst.

Then he fell heavily to the ground, and all his internal organs seemed to be mixed together.

This feeling made him extremely painful.

Cai Heming could clearly feel that his breathing had become weak, and the pain was eroding him layer by layer.

His consciousness gradually began to become a little confused, and his brain began to lose control of himself, as if something was trying to come out of his body.

Cai Heming endured the pain and slowly stood up. Every movement he made made his pain deepen.

But for some reason, Cai Heming couldn't stop his actions. He felt that everything he was doing now was like his body's instinct, and he couldn't control it at all.

But when he stood up completely, he was very surprised to find that his body was extremely relaxed. This was a feeling he had never experienced in his life, as if he had no body.

Looking down at his hands and feet, Cai Heming found that everything in front of him became as bright as day, and he could see clearly no matter what it was.

He looked back and was immediately startled. Behind him lay a man covered in blood, holding a box in his hand.

His Mercedes-Benz was parked not far behind him, and its bumper, which had already been damaged, was completely destroyed at this time.

Looking at the bloody man on the ground, Cai Heming felt familiar for some reason. After a while, he was suddenly startled.

He discovered that the person lying on the ground was actually himself, his dead self. Cai Heming stared at the body on the ground in disbelief. After a while, he looked at himself again. Finally, he had to admit a fact.

The body lying on the ground was indeed his own, and he was hit by his own car.

But why am I still conscious now, and why does the scene in front of me suddenly become like daylight?

"Could it be... could it be..." Cai Heming said to himself in shock: "I have turned into a ghost? Am I really dead... just like this?"

This change in identity made Cai Heming very uncomfortable. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and said dejectedly: "Maybe this is okay. At least this is the end of the death trial, and you can suffer a lot less pain."

Having reached this point, Cai Heming didn't know what to do besides comforting himself helplessly.

It is normal for him to think that he has been judged. After all, in the psychology of ordinary people, death is the end of everything.

But he is still wrong, and his trial has not ended here.

Cai Heming looked around blankly, not knowing what he should do. According to his point of view, he should be going to the underworld now, but he saw neither black and white impermanence nor a bull-headed horse face.

So what should I do now?

The rain was still falling, and even though he had turned into a soul, he still felt a little cold. Everything around him became so strange.

At this moment, Cai Heming was extremely relaxed. Although he was dead, judging from the current situation, it was not too bad.

At least it was like this for him who received the death notice. He didn't suffer too much pain, and everything ended like this.

Of course, he was very reluctant to face death, but that was all he could do now.

Cai Heming was at a loss when the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and an old small foreign-style building appeared in front of him.

Cai Heming frowned slightly and said to himself: "What's going on? Is this place a hell? It's simply impossible!"

Cai Heming, who couldn't understand, turned around and looked around, only to find a dark and chaotic space.

Looking at this small foreign-style building, Cai Heming still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He thought for a while and decided not to go in.

But at this moment, black flames suddenly appeared around him.

That kind of heat

The temperature made Cai Heming instinctively feel afraid.

The black flames surrounded him and Tomorrow's small western-style building, and then began to shrink little by little.

Cai Heming already knew that the purpose of the black flames was to force him into the small foreign building.

Unfortunately, even after understanding this, Cai Heming still had no way to solve the scene that appeared in front of him.

He just couldn't understand why such a scene would happen even though he was already dead.

But at this time, he had no time to think about anything, so he had no choice but to push open the door of the small foreign building.

As soon as she walked in, Cai Heming felt a cold wind blowing over her, making her shiver uncontrollably.

The living room before him was as gloomy as a tomb. The living room is filled with messy old furniture.

Cai Heming, who had turned into a ghost, could clearly see everything he looked at.

But for some reason, after he walked into this small foreign-style building, his eyes became pitch black again.

Only the bloody moonlight outside the window brought a little bit of red light, dyeing a small area of ​​​​the living room red, like blood.

A strong wind blew outside the window, and the dilapidated windows of the small foreign-style building made a clanging sound. ..

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