Death Inquisitor

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Qin Feng hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Director, if the death judge is still in the dim room, there are too few reference objects, and no matter how many people we arrange, it is impossible to judge the death judge's position.

Unless the owner of the family where the death judge is located saw the live broadcast of the death trial and told us the address, there is nothing we can do..."

"If there is no way, we must do our best. That red death note must not fall into the hands of foreign forces. Yesterday, 59 foreign spies were caught!" Director Liu exhaled for a long time, and then said in a deep voice.

"So much?" Chen Bohan, the man with glasses, was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in surprise.

Director Liu nodded with an uneasy face, and then said:

"This is indeed the number. If the death judges were not concerned by many countries, these spies would not have received orders and would still be hiding in our country. Fifty-nine elite-trained spies, do you know what this means?"

"Hiss..." Qin Feng and Chen Bohan gasped in unison.

The danger of spies has always been great, especially elite spies, each of whom is proficient in various skills, and it is much easier to steal secrets than ordinary spies.

If a country's secrets are stolen, that's a big problem. That's why Qin Feng and Chen Bohan were shocked.

"Okay, the live broadcast of the death trial will start in a while, and you should take a closer look. If you can find any clues to confirm the location of the death judge, everything will be easy to talk about." Director Liu sighed, and then said.

"Yes, Director!" Qin Feng and Chen Bohan responded together.

Magic City, Public Security Bureau, conference room.

Director Ding looked at Cao Fei, Mu Yunyun, Liang Yin and others, and sighed, "The trial of death has started again, this time..."

When Director Ding said this, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and then he continued:

"The death judge probably will still use the Death Note. You all have a look, and try to find some doubts, or reference objects that can help confirm the death judge's position."

"Director, the death judge may still have a chance with other abilities. With the death note, we really have no choice. Unless he is a god in a closed room, we can't confirm his location at all." Mu Yunyun said a little speechlessly.

"Actually, it's not bad to watch a movie." Liang Yin said while eating potato chips.

"Cough, cough, this, Director, we will work hard." Cao Fei noticed that Director Ding's face turned black, coughed a few times, and then said.

"Well, let's work hard, foreign spies are watching, so even if the death judge is found, it must be us, not foreign spies." Director Ding nodded, and then said.

"Yes, Director!" Cao Fei and the others responded in unison.

At this moment, the screen in the live broadcast room split into two.

A dim room appeared on the right half, a desk with a lamp, a red notebook, and a chair in front of the desk.

At this time, a man walked to the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat on it.

He was wearing a black felt hat, a black cloak, and black gloves on his hands.

Studio.

"Boss Judge! It's Boss Judge!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dollars

"Don't be stupid, you saw it, and the police saw it too. Although I want to see it too, it's still best not to see it."

"Hey, the upstairs is right, the judge boss can't be caught, otherwise those criminals will be rampant."

When it was always pointing to one o'clock in the afternoon, the death judge suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The left half of the live broadcast screen changed instantly.

Airport, waiting hall.

"Why? Why can't you board the plane yet!!!" Fatty Wang shouted in panic.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused by the flight delay due to the weather." A young and beautiful woman said with an apologetic expression.

"What the hell, what the hell!!!" Fatty Wang glanced at the time on the phone, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he cursed angrily.

"Sir, I'm sorry." The woman said again.

"Grass!" Fatty Wang roared angrily, then grabbed his leather bag and rushed towards the exit of the airport hall.

The reason is simple, the trial time shown on the death notice has come.

Fatty Wang's heart is broken at this moment.

After finally buying a plane ticket, he thought he would be able to board the plane immediately, but what he didn't expect was that the plane was delayed, and it took more than two hours a night.

What's more serious is that the plane will continue to be delayed.

Fatty Wang has been praying that he will be able to board the plane immediately, and he will be able to do so immediately, but this moment has not yet appeared.

And this city is not very far from the capital, so Fatty Wang is worried that something will attack him, torture him, and kill him soon.

Therefore, Fatty Wang is going to drive away, far away.

"What the hell, I will never fly again!" Fatty Wang roared angrily, running wildly while roaring.

After leaving the airport hall, Fatty Wang rushed to the place where he parked.

Fortunately, I didn't sell the car, otherwise...

When Fatty Wang opened the car door, he suddenly shivered, got in the car, and drove away from the airport.

Fatty Wang didn't know where to go, but he knew that no matter where he went, he had to leave the capital as far away as possible.

The judge of death was so terrifying that Fatty Wang looked as if he had been fished out of the water.

He is afraid, in fear, he is afraid that in the next second, death will come to his head.

Because of extreme panic, Fatty Wang lit a cigarette, and then smoked tremblingly.

In the capital, in a dark room.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, and immediately started writing with his right hand holding the pen.

"The wind blew into the car, and the soot was blown up and flew into Fatty Wang's eyes. The car lost control and crashed into a big tree on the side of the road. Fatty Wang's head was hit, his right leg was broken, and his left hand was broken..."

XX city, on the road.

Fatty Wang, who was driving crazily, had a frightened expression on his face.

At this moment, the ash on the cigarette butt held in his left hand was suddenly blown by the wind and flew towards his face.

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