Death Inquisitor

In the suburbs of Beijing, in a small two-story building.

A middle-aged fat man with a big thick gold chain is sitting at the desk and making a phone call.

"Hey? How many tons?" The fat man asked gruffly.

The fat man grumbled, but there was a beautiful young woman under the table trying to serve the fat man.

"Nima, Fatty Wang, what kind of goods did you give to Lao Tzu? The customer ate, and the collective diarrhea was already five dead!" A roar came from the phone that pressed the speakerphone.

"Grass! Didn't you tell you to take the Ba Si to eliminate the poison? Didn't you disinfect it?" Wang Fatty suddenly heard this, and then he cursed.

"You are paralyzed and disinfected for a fart. Are there any infectious pathogens in his meat? What's his name? I don't know. The police are going to find me. If you are a dog day, please give me a hurry. Tens of thousands, I’m good at running, or I’ll confess you!” Angrily came again.

"Grass! Wait, give me some time, I don't have so much money at hand." Wang Fatzi heard this, his face suddenly changed, and his life and roots suddenly became impoverished. Then he quickly picked up the phone and canceled the hands-free. Shouted on the phone.

"Grass, Fat Wang, don't you play tricks. I know all your details and don't want to go to jail, so I will give him money!" Roar came again from the phone.

"Know, know, rest assured, only ten million, trivial." Wang Fatty wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly shouted.

"Three hours, I only give you three hours of preparation time. After one second, you will be waiting to be arrested." Speaking of the end of the phone, hang up the phone directly.

Wang Fatzi suddenly became terrible, and then looked down at the young woman under the table and asked, "What did you hear?"

"No... I didn't hear anything..." the young woman said quickly.

Fatty Wang looked at the young woman with a somber face, and then Shen Sheng said:

"Now, I'm going to tie you up, don't resist, and don't think about asking for help. There's no help in front of the village or the shop. It's useless for you to ask for help. It's maddening me. I'll kill you. When I'm leaving by plane, You are safe."

"No... no!" the young woman shouted sharply.

"Grass!" Wang fat man was furious, grabbed the ashtray on the table and hit the young woman's head and smashed it.

However, at this moment, the young woman gave Wang Fatzi a fatal fist and a fist.

"Oh..." Wang Fatty uttered a miserable wailing.

The young woman hurriedly got out from under the desk, pushed Wang Fatty to the ground, turned and ran.

"You...you him...give...stop for Laozi! Aoao..." Wang Fatzi roared with a grim expression.

However, the young woman did not listen to him at all, picked up her bag, and hurried out.

"God's day... you come back to Lao Tzu!" Wang Fatty shouted in shock and anger.

Unfortunately, the young woman has already gone out.

Fatty Wang covered his crotch for a while, and then stood up tremblingly, scolding fiercely: "Grass!"

He hurriedly picked up the phone, booked a ticket for going abroad, then opened the safe, took out his passport, took the bank card, and a stack of money, and was ready to go out.

He was going to run because he was selling zombie meat, and the meat was expired for several years. He did not expect that there was any pathogen of infectious diseases in the meat, and some people ate and died.

The incident was so big that he dared not stay in the country. Although he might not be shot, he was unavoidable in jail. He did not want to go to jail, nor did he want to be shot. He had to leave quickly.

As long as he goes abroad, he can fly from day to day, and the sea is wide.

Anyway, I made a lot of money. When I went abroad, I found a foreign girl and spent my whole life with no problems.

As for the life and death of others, Wang Fatzi was lazy, anyway, he made money, this is the king.

Wang Fatzi thought about this and thought about it, and came to the door. When he was ready to go out, he saw a black invitation on the door handle.

On the invitation letter, the five big red characters are so dazzling and so cautious.

Death notice!

After seeing these five big characters, Wang Fatzi shrank his pupils suddenly, and the whole person shivered involuntarily. With a grunt, he swallowed hard.

"Death...Death Judge..." Wang Fatty shouted in horror.

No one knows who the death judge is, but basically what the death judge does.

Especially rich people like Wang Fatzi, no one does not know.

It was precisely because he knew that Wang Fatzi was so afraid.

Terrorist methods of death judges have long been distributed in N versions, but without exception, all versions have one thing in common.

That is to say, the people who got on the death notice of death judge are extremely miserable.

And now, Wang Fatzi received the death notice, how could he not be afraid.

"No... Impossible... I... I didn't kill anyone, didn't sell drugs, and didn't do any other crimes. Why did you find me... Those people's food was bought from Liu Mazi, not Me..." Wang Fatty screamed stutteringly.

Wang Fatzi stood stiff all over the place and looked at the death notice with two eyes. After a while, he didn't know what to do.

"No! It must be fake, it must be the **** who deliberately adjusted me!" Wang Fatzi shouted with a firm face.

It's just that the trembling and sound in his words betrayed his inner true thoughts.

A moment later, he picked up the death notice tremblingly.

He raised the death notice and tried to throw it away, but in the end he didn't throw it away.

He took out the lighter again, trying to burn the death notice, but he still didn't burn.

After a few seconds, Wang Fatzi opened the death notice. He wanted to confirm whether the death notice was true.

If it is fake, then everything is fine.

If it is true, he has to look at the time because he has to run.

He ripped open the invitation letter, took out the paper and looked at it.

The next second, Wang Fatzi's pupil shrank sharply, and then shouted shouted: "No! This is not true, no!"

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