Death Inquisitor

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He saw a face that was almost close to his.

"Hey, man, I'm not in that mood, uh..." Halfway through, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his abdomen in disbelief.

There is already a knife there, stab it in.

Just as the black criminal was about to shout loudly, Huang Dehua tripped with his feet very skillfully, pushed him to the ground, and then covered his mouth with his other hand.

Then, with his horrified eyes, he began to draw the knife quickly.

According to the rhythm of the seven-note scale, a total of 35 knives were stabbed back and forth.

The entire abdomen became a piece of coal.

Some of the knives were deliberately moved up and stabbed in the heart.

"Damn it, you're crazy, you actually come out and kill people at this time!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked.

Who are the people Judge Boss is trying this time?

You must know that this time there is no requirement to kill each other. In other words, the guy who killed the person was the one who killed him because he wanted to.

After the black criminal had completely lost his breath, Huang Dehua laughed ferociously.

He stood up and looked around to make sure no one noticed him, then left quickly.

He won't go back to that dormitory. After all, he is covered in blood now. Going back wouldn't mean throwing himself into a trap.

In the dormitory, the remaining seven people waited for a long time, and felt sleepy again.

Only to find that the two companions who had gone out had not returned yet.

"John, did those two guys fall into the sewer? Do we want to go take a look?" The speaker was a man with brown curly hair.

Huang Dehua couldn't understand what they said, but in fact, they had already called each other by name as early as the meal.

"I have a bad feeling, are those two guys asleep?" John said.

As soon as these words came out, there was a silence in the room.

They all looked at the dead non-mainstream gangster next to them.

They don't feel much about dead people, after all, each of them carries a lot of life on their hands.

But when they thought that they might die like this, everyone shuddered.

"I think we should go take a look." Someone suggested with an ugly face.

The seven criminals left the dormitory and went outside to search.

Soon, the body of the black criminal was found against the wall.

"He's dead, but he wasn't killed by that soul-eating demon, he was a human!" The man with brown curly hair squatted on the ground, not caring at all about the terrifying appearance of the black criminal.

"The stomach was stabbed to pieces. It must have been done by that Oriental guy. That guy is not gregarious at all."

"Looks like we have to be careful." The criminal who had quarreled with the non-mainstream gangster said with a hint.

I don't know if it was the audience's misunderstanding, but they actually saw some emotion in the faces of the seven criminals on the screen.

Of course, not every criminal in the fantasy world behaves like Huang Dehua and others.

The fact that these ten criminals were broadcast live by Ye Chen was enough to show that their crimes were the most serious among all. Psychology is also the most twisted.

Among the few criminals who were still alive, there were many who were more cruel than him.

In other small illusions, most people are fighting the Sandman in fear and suffering.

But... all this is just the beginning. As time goes by, they will only become more and more tormented and fearful.

After Huang Dehua killed the black criminal, he actually didn't leave too far and was still hiding in the shelter.

He just won't go back to that dormitory.

Furthermore, he secretly visited the residence of the shelter staff. After luring them out by knocking on the door, they killed them one by one.

Fortunately, this is just an illusion. Otherwise, if Huang Dehua did this, it would be the same as seeking death.

Finally, he went to the kitchen to fill his stomach and found a pile of food to hide.

At the same time, the sleepy lullaby became more and more weird, and began to spread throughout the town.

John and others on the other side had almost fallen asleep several times.

Even if they are chatting with each other, they may get distracted and gradually lose consciousness while chatting.

"Ah!" Suddenly, one of the criminals screamed, waking everyone up from their dazed state.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Others looked at him one after another.

"I, I seem to see that devil, he is eating that guy's soul." The screaming criminal pointed his finger at the cold and stiff non-mainstream gangster, with a look of deep horror on his face.

"This is an illusion." A criminal said speechlessly.

But the curly brown man saw it differently.

"If we say that once we fall asleep, we will enter the jurisdiction of the devil, then it is not impossible for Laurent to see what the devil is doing when he is half asleep and half awake."

As soon as these words came out, there was a chill behind everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, it seemed that they made sense.

"What should I do? I don't want to fall into the hands of that soul-eating demon and become food." Laurent said with a pale face.

At this time, a strange look flashed in the eyes of the criminal who had quarreled with the non-mainstream gangster before: "How about we do this?"

Do something interesting so you won’t feel sleepy. "

"Interesting thing?" Others looked at him in surprise.

"That's right. I wonder if dissecting a corpse is something interesting. Does anyone want to try it?" the criminal said with a strange look on his face.

A few people looked like they wanted to give it a try.

But Laurent shook his head: "It's too bloody. I'm not interested in that. Come on."

This guy can be considered an anomaly. He actually has no interest in killing people. He just likes to sneak into other people's homes every night to "play".

But in some foreign countries, everyone knows that everyone can own a gun.

As a result, the risk of sneaking into someone else's home is very high, especially if you are discovered, you are likely to be shot.

Laurent didn't want to die, so he shot first and killed the owner of the house every time he was discovered. Over time, more than a dozen lives were lost on him.

And due to his relatively high anti-reconnaissance capabilities, he has not been caught by the security of Country M so far. Instead, he has been nicknamed the "Night Murderer".

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