Death Inquisitor

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"Director! Look!"

Cao Fei suddenly raised his voice by dozens of decibels, stood up, and pointed at the computer screen, his eyes widened.

His hands were trembling and shaking slightly, and his breathing was fast and a lot faster. In his capacity, he must have such an exaggerated reaction when he saw something very scary.

Director Ding immediately followed Cao Fei's fingers.

On the computer screen, Zhao Sun had already fallen asleep, and there were five police officers guarding him around him.

But at this moment, several scratches appeared on Zhao Sun's face, as if he had been scratched by animals such as tigers and cats. The wounds were deep with bone and blood was constantly flowing out.

At the same time as the wound appeared, a very obvious fear appeared on Zhao Sun's face.

A terrified scream came out of his mouth.

"Don't come! Don't come! I don't want to die!"

The five police officers who were protecting Zhao Sun all looked at each other.

They looked around in confusion and took out the ghost detection instruments and thermal sensors, but the instruments did not respond at all. That is to say, it is not the ghost who is hurting Zhao Sun now, nor the invisible death judge.

What made the five police officers at the scene even more terrified was that Zhao Sun was so injured that he was not awake.

Following the scratches on his face, similar scars appeared on Zhao Sun's arms, chest, and back.

But Zhao Sun was lying all the time, and the five policemen broke their heads, but they could not imagine how his back would be injured.

The fear of the unknown shrouded the hearts of the five of them like a nightmare.

Everyone in the Modu Public Security Bureau has seen this process.

Director Ding was taken aback, clapped his hands on the table hard, and stood up.

"Impossible! How is this possible? Does the Death Inquisitor have new abilities?"

"Director, looking at Zhao Sun's current appearance, what do you think he is doing?" Cao Fei frowned, and then asked.

"If you have something to say, I don't have the time or mood to guess the riddles with you." Director Ding said in a deep voice.

"I think Zhao Sun is having a nightmare."

After Cao Fei said this possibility, the expressions of the police officers present changed greatly.

Killing people with nightmares sounds unbelievable, but the truth is happening right in front of them.

What makes Director Ding and Cao Fei and others feel terrible is that there is no one in the world who can never sleep.

If the Death Judge can kill people with nightmares, no one can protect the Death Judge's trial target.

When Cao Fei spoke about the possibility, someone in the live broadcast room also expressed similar thoughts.

"66666, I feel as if I used nightmares to kill people! Even if Zhao Sun falls into the hands of the police, he will never escape trial!"

"The boss of the judge continues! Punish them severely!"

"If only I could see what nightmare Zhao Sun is doing."

At this moment, the live broadcast screen flashed, and two figures really appeared inside.

One of the figures was a thirty-five- or six-year-old man, whose body was already covered with wounds, and was stained red with blood, so he couldn't see his original appearance at all.

However, looking at his size and the location of those wounds on his body, viewers in the live broadcast room could easily see that this was Zhao Sun.

Zhao Sun staggered forward, looking at the people who were chasing him from time to time.

The man was wearing a hat and had sharp iron claws on his hands, exuding a cold, penetrating light. Those who were watching the live broadcast didn't understand what happened to Zhao Sun's injuries at first, but now they can understand that they were all caught by iron claws.

Just then, the live broadcast gave a close-up of the person's face.

This person looks very ferocious, and the skin on his face seems to be burned, looking very terrifying.

While chasing Zhao Sun, this person let out a cold laugh, and always followed Zhao Sun unhurriedly.

When he got close to Zhao Sun, his right claw always grabbed it fiercely.

This is not like a person at all, but a ghost!

When this "person" attacked Zhao Sun, the live broadcast screen was divided into two.

The audience in the live broadcast room can see that as long as Zhao Sun in the dream is injured, in reality, he will also have similar scars on his body. It didn't take long for Zhao Sun's body to be stained red with blood, and he could hardly find an inch of intact skin.

By this time, the five police officers in charge of protecting Zhao Sun realized that Zhao Sun was having a nightmare.

Also know that the death judge has the ability to kill in a dream.

But there was nothing they could do.

In the process, they have tried various methods to try to wake up Zhao Sun, but even if Zhao Sun was so seriously injured in the dream, he did not wake up by himself, and their little stimulation or shouting had no effect at all.

The police car responsible for escorting Liu Ming and the car that Zhao Sun sat in kept pace.

Through the car window, he had already seen Zhao Sun's situation.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face ashen.

He already smelled death, and unless he never slept, there was no way he could escape the judge of death. But he's a human, a living human being, not a robot, how could he never sleep?

Liu Ming's face became more and more ugly, and his heart beat faster and faster.

When his fear value reached a certain level, Liu Ming roared in the sky.

"Death Judge! Get out of here, Lao Tzu! What qualifications do you have to judge Lao Tzu?

son? Only the law is qualified to judge Lao Tzu! You don't have this power! "

Liu Ming, who had been trying to keep calm, was really scared.

Too bad no one responded to him.

No, there are still people who respond to him, but he can't see it.

For example, the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Haha, this shameless guy is finally scared, he can't hold it anymore! No one can save him if he kills people in a dream!"

"Unless he never sleeps, he hides in prison and is killed in his dreams!"

Zhao Sun's dream.

The grim-faced man seemed to be teasing Zhao Sun on purpose and was not in a hurry to kill him.

Although Zhao Sun escaped faster and faster as Zhao Sun bleed more and more, as long as Zhao Sun was scratched by that person, that person would deliberately put his footsteps full.

This is cat and mouse at all.

Zhao Sun also knew this, but he had no way not to escape. Even if he knew that he had no hope, his survival instinct still made him squeeze the last ounce of strength to escape. ..

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