Death Inquisitor

In Yang Yunfeng's memory, he is still staying on the street when he was suddenly hit by a car.

Rubbing his head and looking at the scene that should not appear in front of him, he suddenly shivered and shouted: "Trial of death!"

He remembered everything and understood why he appeared in this place.

All of this is because of the death trial, because I received the death notice.

Although it is not clear where he is now, he is very clear that he is now on death trial!

His forehead blew out cold sweat, and his breathing became rapid. He raised his head subconsciously: "Death Judge!? You must be you, right? Why are you trying to judge me like this? Those people were not killed by me, why are you? Count on my head!"

Yang Yunfeng was full of grievances in his heart. No matter how he thought, he felt that this should not be counted on his own.

Although I lied to others, I never did it! Not even knowing what happened to those people? Does this blame yourself?

Ye Chen sighed, because there are too many such people in this world, so it will lead to so many people, the death is unknown.

Although those who were deceived by him were also unable to control their desires.

But at least those people never thought about who to kill.

And Yang Yunfeng in the picture, he didn't know the consequences of those people at all?

No, he was very clear in his heart, just pretending he knew nothing.

The purpose is just to reassure yourself. But is it that he is not the same as the ungodly wealth he has obtained, ecstatic.

Such people are actually even more abhorrent. They go out to do some illegal activities. In the end, I still felt very wronged and did nothing at all.

Ye Chen didn't want to say more to him in half a word: "Trial, start!"

After listening to Ye Chen's icy voice, Yang Yunfeng shuddered, and fell to the ground as if he had the strength to be hollowed out.

He knew exactly what the consequences would be if he died.

The death judge's words are tantamount to announcing his death sentence. And it will be a very painful death sentence.

Lying on the cold ground, Yang Yunfeng already did not want to resist. He now thought of suicide in his heart.

He who has watched the live broadcast of death knows exactly what will happen. Rather than painfully dying, it is better to end your life now.

Suddenly a cool breeze blew inside the closed room, and the frozen Yang Yunfeng shivered. He felt his body was very cold.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a coughing sound outside the room.

Yang Yunfeng's eyes glared and turned to look at the door. From his present angle, the shadow of people's movements can be seen vaguely from the door slit below.

Combined with the coughing sound he just heard, Yang Yunfeng instinctively felt that someone outside might be awesome.

This is purely because of his fear of death and the desire to drink, just like a man who fell into the water grabbed a life-saving straw.

He crawled up and listened carefully, trying to hear what was outside the room door.

"Cough..."

Yang Yunfeng heard the cough again, and at the same time he heard footsteps.

Obviously, there are really people out there now. In other words, there was nothing wrong with his judgment just now.

Yang Yunfeng was overjoyed, and walked towards the door, and finally stopped in front of the door.

Now that he is on death trial, he still feels very scared in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly heard very clear footsteps, but it felt that he was already some distance away from him.

Yang Yunfeng's first reaction was that the person outside was leaving.

Perhaps that person was his last hope. Yang Yunfeng, who was thinking about it in his heart, hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.

But he found that the narrow corridor in front of him was extremely dark. There is no window at all, and light cannot come in.

If it weren't for the little light shimmering from the candle in the room, he wouldn't even see what was in front of him.

Yang Yunfeng, who stopped at his feet, groped for a moment and pulled out his phone.

Turn on the phone, as he thought. His cell phone now has no signal at all.

Yang Yunfeng, who was too late to think about it now, hurriedly turned on the flashlight and took photos in the direction of the footsteps.

At this time, he also saw where he was.

There is a corridor in front of it, and there are red crosses and no-smoking signs on the walls of the corridor. This place is a hospital at a glance.

Yang Yunfeng was too late to look at it carefully, hurried to the end of the corridor, rushed over, and the sound came from the end of the corridor.

Yang Yunfeng has accelerated his speed as much as possible, but when he reached the end of the corridor, he still saw nothing.

I don't know when the footsteps have disappeared.

A corridor with no windows seems very strange at this time.

Fear spread in my heart, and Yang Yunfeng recovered at this time. This is a death trial, maybe what the footsteps will be all about.

Just because he was unwilling to really accept the arrival of death, he rushed out so recklessly.

But now that hope is gone, he has become extremely frustrated again.

"Cough!"

The fine coughing sound came again. This time it seemed exceptionally distant.

Yang Yunfeng's inner fear prevented him from rushing up again this time. No one knows what will be over there, maybe he was deliberately attracted to the past.

Yang Yunfeng, standing at a loss at the same place, suddenly felt a cold wind blowing behind him, freezing him to tremble.

Yang Yunfeng muttered: "Uncle, it's still so cold this season." The reason why he opened his mouth was to dispel his inner fear.

But the next moment he discovered that he thought the problem too simple. This corridor is completely closed, even if the light can't penetrate, how can there be cold wind?

Thinking of this, his heartbeat began to accelerate. The cold wind behind him was still blowing, but it was getting smaller and smaller.

At the same time, these winds also began to concentrate, blowing on his neck, as if someone was blowing his neck.

But generally speaking, the wind that people blow should be hot. But now the wind blowing behind his neck is like the wind of the cold winter moon. ..

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