Death Inquisitor

"no one?"

Wu Jinqing looked back and frowned.

The night behind was empty and there was no half figure at all.

But he did hear some strange sounds.

"Illusion? No, it's hallucinations!" Wu Jinqing's complexion changed. Is his illness so serious?

"Stop, don't run!"

Suddenly, he noticed several flashlight beams appearing in the back, and there was a faint sound.

"Lying trough, catching up! How could it be so fast?" Wu Jinqing's soul was in a rage.

Quickly turned around, ran forward stumbled, panic.

It is not the first time that such a thing has happened since he was chased by others.

But today is the most unsettling time in Wu Jinqing's heart.

In fact, what happened tonight seemed to him that some evil doors were tight.

He wondered if his family's ancestral grave had been cut, otherwise how could it be so bad, so evil.

In short, everything is not going well.

"Don't run, stop!"

The shouting became louder and louder, and Wu Jinqing's heart became more and more confused.

Seeing that he couldn't run away like this, he simply lost his backpack and carried a dagger with him and ran forward.

It's evil to say that it was dark at this time, but no matter where he ran, even if he could get rid of those who were chasing behind for a distance, it would magically emerge from the back within a few minutes.

It seemed that every one of them was reincarnated, and before it was replaced, he would have escaped long ago.

And what makes Wu Jinqing most depressed is how much hatred you have against me. This has been chasing for more than half an hour. Are you tired?

Do you want to die or die?

As time passed, Wu Jinqing fled wildly like a dog in a bereavement.

And the people behind are always chasing them not far away, but they can't get rid of them.

Fortunately, he occasionally has a few minutes to rest, otherwise he must be exhausted.

Unconsciously, the sky began to light up.

I don’t know how long I ran. The tired and paralyzed Wu Jinqing looked back and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Huh...huh... this group of bastards, lunatics! Mad, finally letting I get rid of, I'm sick! I chased the man for half a night!" He swelled violently, his face dripping with sweat.

A face is not flushed, but a bit pale.

Wu Jinqing has also reached the limit. If he goes on like this, there will be only one way to go.

At the same time, the betta live broadcast platform, the death live broadcast room was finally opened.

There may not be many people at this time, but it is always better than three to midnight.

So soon there was an influx of spectators. At first, hundreds of thousands of people, after showing the crime of Wu Jinqing, the number had already approached one million.

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

"I'm relying on, this guy is sick! It's so sad!"

Some of the audience shuddered after watching the crime.

The so-called grievances have a debt, and if there is someone who usually provokes revenge or something, they will admit it even if they are unwilling and resentful.

But this Wu Jinqing is for his so-called experiment, crazy attacks on ordinary people who have nothing to do with him.

The horror is that there are such people, and they will not feel at ease when they go out, fearing that they will suffer the indiscriminate disaster. If you are timid, just stay away from home forever.

And even if it’s useless to hide at home, who knows if this lunatic will break into your house and take captives?

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

"Wang Baeg! My brother was killed two years ago. When he found the body, he died without a corpse. It was the **** who did it well! The magistrate, revenge for our victims' families!"

In reality, someone cried with red eyes and issued a barrage.

"This kind of pervert is judged early, and we feel at ease one day earlier." There were also anxious audiences who said quickly.

Subsequently, the video picture changed and appeared in the place where Wu Jinqing rested.

At this time he was still lying on the ground, breathing out weakly.

His face looks better than before.

But at this moment, he suddenly found his surroundings dimmed again.

"What's wrong! What happened, how dark it is!" Such an unusual scene made Wu Jinqing frightened, and a carp sat up from the ground.

His face was flustered.

This **** thing is really evil.

Just now it was clearly dawn, and the fiery sun rose from the east.

What a blink of an eye, it became like midnight.

"Illusion hallucinations, this must be hallucinations... just slowly, just slowly." Wu Jinqing murmured in horror.

Close your eyes vigorously, rub with your hands.

Then open it!

I rely on, Nima is still dark!

He pinched himself hard again, and he still didn't see the light.

This time Wu Jinqing really panicked.

Since the middle of last night, he hasn't passed by, and all the unlucky things have come out. This would actually turn the day into the night, is God going to play him to death?

"call……"

A strange roar of goose bumps sounded from behind Wu Jinqing.

It was faint and spread into his ears.

The super serial killer could not help but shudder.

Turned back in horror.

There was a dark paint behind, but I couldn't see anything strange.

But he really heard it, is it auditory?

"Ooooo..."

"call……"

Many weird voices began to ring around him, and all of them made people shivering and goose bumps.

"Who! Who is pretending to be a ghost! Give it, get out for Lao Tzu!" Wu Jinqing's face changed wildly, and the fear in his eyes was more intense.

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

He is not afraid of knocking on the door without doing bad things, but Wu Jinqing has done so many bad things, and he has a bit of superstition. Wasn’t he afraid at this time?

"Hula!"

A gust of wind blew head on.

It was like the icy wind of the cold winter twelfth lulling Wu Jinqing.

A voice sounded faintly in his ear...

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