Death Inquisitor

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"no one?"

Wu Jinqing turned around and frowned.

The night behind was completely empty, not a single person at all.

But he did hear some strange noises.

"Hallucination? No, it's auditory hallucination!" Wu Jinqing's expression changed. Is his illness so serious?

"Stop, don't run!"

Suddenly, he noticed several flashlight beams appearing behind him, and there was a faint sound coming from behind.

"Damn it, I'm catching up with you! How could it be so fast?" Wu Jinqing's soul appeared.

He turned around quickly and stumbled forward, looking panicked.

To say that this was not the first time that he was chased by someone.

But today was the most uneasy time for Wu Jinqing.

In fact, what happened tonight seemed a little evil to him.

He even suspected that his ancestral grave had been dug up, otherwise how could he be so unlucky and evil.

Anyway, everything is not going well.

"Don't run, stop!"

The shouting became louder and louder, and Wu Jinqing became more and more panicked.

Seeing that he couldn't run away like this, he simply threw away his backpack, carrying only a dagger with him, and ran forward desperately.

It was strange to say that it was dark at this time, but no matter where he ran, even if he could escape those chasing behind him for a distance, he would magically appear from behind within a few minutes.

It was as if Roaring Sky Dog was reincarnated one after another. In the past, he would have escaped long ago.

What depresses Wu Jinqing the most is how much hatred you have against me. You have been chasing me for almost half an hour. Aren't you tired?

Do you want to fight to the death or what?

Time passed little by little, and Wu Jinqing ran away like a bereaved dog.

The people behind him were always chasing him from a distance, and they couldn't get rid of him no matter what.

Fortunately, he could occasionally have a few minutes to rest, otherwise he would have died of exhaustion.

Before I knew it, it started to get brighter.

Wu Jinqing, who had been running for who knows how long and was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, looked back and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Huh...huh...these bastards, madmen! Mad, I finally got rid of you. You must be sick! They chased me for half the night!" His mouth heaved violently, and his face was dripping with sweat.

His face was not red, but rather pale.

Wu Jinqing has also reached his limit. If he continues like this, he will only die from exhaustion.

At the same time, the Douyu live broadcast platform and the death live broadcast room were finally opened.

There may not be many people at this time, but it's better than midnight.

So the audience soon poured in, initially hundreds of thousands, but after Wu Jinqing's crimes were shown, the number approached one million.

And as time goes by, this number will continue to increase.

"Holy crap, this guy must be sick! He's so crazy!"

Some in the audience shuddered after seeing the crime.

As the saying goes, every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If they offend someone and are retaliated against, they will admit it no matter how unwilling or resentful they are.

But this Wu Jinqing was madly attacking ordinary people who had nothing to do with him for his so-called experiments.

To put it more horrifyingly, with such people around, they would not feel at ease going out in the future, for fear of suffering an unreasonable disaster. If you are timid, you might as well hide at home forever.

And even if you hide at home, it's useless. Who knows if this lunatic will break into your house and kidnap someone?

The audience doesn't know about Fang Wei, otherwise they would definitely conclude: "Yes!"

"Son of a bitch! My brother was killed two years ago. When the body was found, there was no complete body. Maybe it was this bastard who did it! Boss Judge, avenge our victim's family!"

In reality, someone was crying and making a barrage with red eyes.

"The sooner this pervert is brought to trial, the sooner we can feel at ease." Some frightened viewers hurriedly said.

Then, the video screen changed and appeared where Wu Jinqing was resting.

At this moment, he was still lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

His face looked much better than before.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that the surroundings were getting dark again.

"What's wrong! What's going on? Why is it so dark!" Such an abnormal sight made Wu Jinqing pale with fright. A carp sat up from the ground with a tingling sound.

There was a panic look on his face.

This fucking thing is really evil.

It was clearly dawn just now, and the fiery red sun was rising from the east.

Why, in the blink of an eye, it felt like midnight again.

"Hallucination, hallucination, this must be a hallucination... Just take it slow, it will be fine." Wu Jinqing muttered to himself in horror.

I closed my eyes hard and rubbed them again and again with my hands.

Then suddenly it opens!

Damn it, it’s still dark!

He pinched himself hard again, but the light still didn't come back.

Wu Jinqing was really panicked now.

Since midnight last night, things have not gone smoothly for him, and all kinds of bad things have happened. This day will turn into night. Is God trying to kill him?

"call……"

A strange whistling sound that made people's skin crawl all over sounded from behind Wu Jinqing.

The faint sound reached his ears.

This super serial murderer couldn't help but shudder.

He turned around in horror.

It was pitch black behind, but I couldn't see anything strange.

But he really heard it, was it another auditory hallucination?

"Woooooooo..."

"call……"

Many strange sounds began to sound around him, and every sound made people shiver and give goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Who! Who is pretending? Here, get out of here!" Wu Jinqing's face changed wildly, and the look of fear in his eyes became even stronger.

Even though he suspected that this was his hallucination and auditory hallucination, he still couldn't help but wonder if there was a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him in the darkness.

If you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but Wu Jinqing has done so much because he has done something wrong, and he has some superstitious ideas. How can we not be afraid at this time?

"Whoops!"

A gust of dark wind blew in my face.

It was like the biting icy wind of the twelfth lunar month of winter, which made Wu Jinqing shiver.

A voice sounded faintly in his ears...

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