global collapse

The picture is frozen on the boy's smiling empty face.

Wang Youcai looked at the phone screen silently, his eyes paused on this desperate face for a long time.

At some point, a strong chill had surrounded him.

The feeling of danger approaching made Wang Youcai's hair stand up one after another.

He raised his head, saw the hand stretched out from behind the corner of the wall, and saw the ghost behind him on the glass window, a drop of blood fell from the top of his head. He looked up and looked at a face that was hanging from the ceiling and grinning at him.

Go quickly!

Go quickly!

He seemed to hear their urging on himself.

They require the judge to make a judgment.

They want to take revenge.

Wang Youcai took steps in the strong resentment and walked towards his court with difficulty.

He wants to make the final judgment.

Soon he came to the court door and pushed open the door under the malicious sight of the three ghosts.

He stepped forward two steps and walked to the position of the judge.

Liu Ben was still sitting behind the small table in the middle of the court. He still kept his head down and motionless.

Wang Youcai looked at the man behind the small table.

Liu Ben was only in his early forties, and his temples were full of white hair. His hands were black and rough, and he was a pair of heavy work. The index finger of one of his hands was a little bent, as if he couldn't straighten it. Perhaps the finger bone was broken by a machine while working...

This tragic man suffered for decades and finally sent his child away.

Wang Youcai slowly reached his hand to the small hammer on the table and then held it.

Then he felt a chill on his shoulders.

He knew that this was a threat from a ghost.

In order to survive and not be killed by angry ghosts, he can only sentence a poor man who will not hurt him to death...

Wang Youcai raised the small hammer in his hand and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I announce..."

The pressure from all around us is getting stronger and stronger, making people almost breathless.

In this suffocation, he suddenly remembered Ye Weiwei's expression before his death.

When she was facing death, her face was filled with inappropriate hope and expectation. What was she thinking at that time? And what was she feeling to leave the evidence to him?

Ye Weiwei and Ye Qiuqiu worked hard to deliver the evidence to themselves. What is their choice?

Thinking of Ye Weiwei's actions before being dragged away by the ghost hand, Wang Youcai already had the answer in his mind.

Another hand held his shoulder, so cold that it was trembling.

That terrifying touch also came from the neck.

Wang Youcai closed his eyes.

Do you have to live like this? Is the sacrifice of the three people just to make him live like this?

He thought of everyone's mouths in the video, the hope in Ye Weiwei's eyes before he died, the young man's empty and desperate smile at the end, and finally the same expression he had seen on a boy before the global game began.

The pressure on his body suddenly increased, as if urging him to make a choice.

"No!" He suddenly refused loudly.

I refuse!

I refuse to destroy my conscience!

I refuse other players to give their lives for this!

I refuse to make a judgment against my will under disgust coercion!

I reject this court without conscience!

I refuse...this road to life.

Will anyone know?

Will anyone remember?

Does anyone remember that there is such a group of players who naively sacrifice their lives to protect their conscience?

Will anyone know that there is such a group of people who are resolutely going to a dead end even though they know the way out?

But none of these matters anymore.

You don’t need to be known or remembered.

As long as they have a clear conscience on their own.

As long as you can look back on your life with a refreshing look at the end of your life, feel ashamed of the world, and not let anyone down.

He raised the small hammer in his hand and landed it on the table: "I convicted him, innocent!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge sense of oppression surrounded him from all directions.

He felt his eyes getting darker and his body getting colder.

He knew he was going to die.

Feeling the anger around him, he suddenly laughed happily as if he was relieved.

"Hahahaha, you're dying well, you're dying well..."

The laughing man was swallowed in an instant, and there was no sound in the court.

Gu Mian, who had just arrived at the downstairs of the court, noticed something and looked up.

"What's wrong?" Bai Er asked nervously.

"It's nothing," Gu Mian withdrew his gaze and continued walking in with the person in his hand. "It seems like he heard someone laughing."

Smiling arrogantly.

Bai Er didn't care about Gu Mian's laughter, but just focused all his attention on the person being carried by Gu Mian.

It is a ritual book.

He was punched in the face by Gu Mian in the hospital and then dragged him here.

His expression was still shocked at this time, as if he didn't understand why his two roommates did not appear.

"Cao Deren? Zhang Shengli?" Lishu was still thumping and calling out the names of his two roommates.

But no one answered him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Coach Che had already run into the court.

Bai Er muttered something when she heard him running away, "Where is a judge who brought the victim into the court? You can't let him do this."

He looked like he was running to bring reinforcements.

"My two roommates must have been waiting for you in the court. I really look forward to your expressions when you see them." Lishu was still roaring loudly.

Gu Mian ignored him and dragged the person into the gate.

Unexpectedly, when several people got on the elevator, the madness of the ritual book in Gu Mian became even worse: "Hahaha, you only dare to punch me and relieve your anger. Even if you want to convict Yuan Haotian, will anyone else be willing?"

As he said, he looked at the egrets with malicious eyes: "If your judge acquits people for their own selfish desires, you must be buried with them! My two friends will kill all of you; "You will lose your life because you have a Virgin judge! Look at this person, he is willing to sacrifice himself to sentence Yuan Haotian to not guilty, but he has not considered you at all; "He wants to fulfill the righteousness, but he wants to take you to bury him. Are you willing? Are you willing to die for this person's wrong judgment?

"You kill him, kill him as a judge, so that you can only kill him!"

The egret was so excited that his chest kept rising and falling.

At this time, Gu Mian turned to look at her: "What is your choice? Do you want to choose a student or another one."

Bai Lu was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Gu Mian to suddenly ask her this question.

But after only a moment of a moment, she said firmly: "I don't want to take this path of life. Even if the task fails, even if I may die here, I don't want to take this path of life given by this copy...

"I also have relatives, but they died in the dungeon. Some of them died to save me, and some died to draw away the ghost's attention. "I know they are like Yuan Haotian, for I can do anything, so I am no longer afraid of death!"

Speaking of this, she stared at Lishu: "I just want to... let him die."

At this moment, the elevator stopped.

They arrived.

The elevator door was slowly opened, and there was a middle-aged man with white temples and a sharp knife in his hand standing outside the door.

It was a stranger. Coco first took a few steps back vigilantly, and then she realized something: "Is it a prisoner from other groups?"

The egret was also stunned.

She didn't expect that judges from other groups had already convicted the prisoner.

Doesn't this mean...

One group of people has been completely destroyed.