My vest is the biggest BOSS in infinite copies

Can't move, can't speak.

What is imposed on him is such a terrifying power that people can't tell for a while whether they appear because of the special powers given to Xie Qinghou by this court, or because... this is Xie Qinghou. The terrible sense of oppression that Qinghou himself can bring.

"Now, can you please listen to me carefully?"

Xie Qinghou looked a little distressed.

He stopped holding the mallet in his hand, put it aside casually, then raised his eyelashes, and looked around at the people sitting around the long table with those eyes with silver patterns. All players.Then the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

The young man bent his fingers and tapped on the pine tabletop.

And in the next second, a sudden change occurred.

From both sides of the seats where everyone was originally sitting, countless vines of thorns suddenly sprang out, and with lightning speed, all the people who were originally sitting on the chairs were firmly bound up. In terms of words, it makes people think of something not very good... like a bondage chair or something.

"Hey, what do you mean?!"

No. 1 is an out-and-out violent temper. Even though he was crushed by Xie Qinghou's men just now, it seems that he has no intention of introspection at all - he doesn't even seem to realize Xie Qinghou's The scary thing is that he is still yelling at Xie Qinghou with the slightest unceremonious attitude.

"Huh? As you can see, I just hope that you can be quiet and cooperate with the first day of the court trial."

Xie Qinghou said so, turned his head slightly, glanced at the faint light revealed by the gaps in the crimson curtains beside him, and chuckled lightly.

"After all, it's almost dawn. If you don't go to the dining car on time, you might not get today's breakfast, okay?"

No, it's no shame not to have food of that quality.

Xie Qinghou picked up the gavel placed next to him, and knocked on the table unhurriedly: "Come on, let's start talking about your confessions and conclusions. Start from the 1st."

However, No. 1 is still like a bullfighting bull, angrily not cooperating at all: "You let me just say it? How shameless?"

The smile on Xie Qinghou's face remained unchanged: "Okay, I see."

He tapped the gavel in his hand again.

"Then... since you refused to cooperate in court, it is necessary to ask you out of court, Mr. No. 1."

A black wormhole instantly opened under the seat of No. 1.

The diameter of the wormhole is actually not that big, but it just covers the number one.Below the wormhole is a pitch-black abyss-like area, in which there seem to be silver stars flickering faintly, but they cannot be seen clearly.

Countless black hands sprang out from the wormhole, exactly the same as the black shadow arms protruding from under the carpet that could be seen before. The only difference may be that these arms are larger and more powerful.

They tightly grasped No. 1's calf, arm, and the stool tied with him, and pulled it downward with a "swish".

"Oh shit!"

Number 1 understands that it is not time to continue paddling.

Fiery flames suddenly burst out around him, and after the black shadow's arms were scorched by the flames, they all retracted quickly.

"Hmph... This thing doesn't seem to be useful."

No. 1 sneered, and the muscles under the clothes were lumpy.The thorns that originally bound him tightly began to crack, and it seemed that there was no way to restrict No. 1 at all.

However, Xie Qinghou, who was at the top, seemed not at all moved by such a development that was enough to be regarded as an "accident".He didn't even look like he was going to take any measures, but just stared at number 1 with an extremely subtle smile.

No, if someone observes more carefully and accurately, then he will find that the focus of Xie Qinghou's eyes actually skipped No. 1, and landed in the black hole behind him.

"Scavenger, you can start working."

Accompanied by Xie Qinghou's joyful voice, there was some kind of strange roar. I couldn't hear the specific content, but I could only feel that it was some kind of heavy sound that seemed to come from the earth. Neighing that was squeezed out of the abdominal cavity.

From the wormhole, something rapidly expanded, rose, and approached.It was a mass of black smoke without a specific shape, mixed with dots of light, which looked very much like the universe and stars.

Then, this cloud of black mist leaped up from the wormhole, it was still ethereal to illusory, but it actually completely wrapped No. 1 in it.

From the black mist came the sound of "creaking" and "creaking", as if some creature was chewing and swallowing.At the beginning, the screams of human beings could still be heard, but they soon subsided and returned to silence.

The black mist retreated slowly, the wormhole began to close, and finally completely disappeared into the space, as if it had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

However, of course no one dares to ignore it just like this. After all, no one can guarantee that he will not be the next one to be "eaten" like this.

Shang Rong looked at the place where the wormhole closed, thoughtfully.

He felt that the appearance of the "scavenger" was very familiar, and it seemed to be similar to the thing drawn on the map he and his wife got before.

……Um?

Shang Rong frowned.

He found that there seemed to be a blurred part in his memory, he and... who?Didn't he get the blueprint himself?

But why do I always feel that there should be a companion?

Of course Shang Rong would not know, this is the privilege that Li Chuan can get in this game.When he appears as "Xie Qinghou", the No. 8 played by "Li Chuan" will be blurred by the authority of the law.

You know he is there, you know that there is such an existence, but you don't think about it deliberately, you only think of him as a qualified background board.

And until Xie Qinghou disappears and Li Chuan reappears as a player, this superficial camouflage will be removed.

"Did he fail this mission and was kicked back to the infinite space; or was he wiped out and died?"

No. 3 asked calmly.

Hearing this, Xie Qinghou chuckled lightly: "Interfering with the court..."

"Of course it's a capital offense."

As Xie Qinghou said this, the fingers placed under the table moved slightly.

If anyone bent down and looked towards Xie Qinghou from under the table, he would find a card representing his identity between Xie Qinghou's two fingers.

No. 1-[Punisher]-[prophet]

He hissed softly.

On the identity card of each player, in addition to the camp to which the individual belongs, there will also be a personal independent identity, representing different abilities in this game.

For example, Mr. No. 1 who died abruptly, his ability was originally able to distinguish whether the words spoken by other players in the court were true or false, and he had one chance in each court... As a result, he left the field too quickly. The ability to be a critical turning point is completely out of the question.

Poor thing, the [Punisher] camp.

Xie Qinghou sighed pretentiously, and then said: "So now, can we reach a consensus? For example... everyone finally sat down calmly and started our first court trial calmly?"

"Since No. 1 is gone, why not start talking about No. 2."

With the lessons learned from No. 1, now the players don't want to conflict with Xie Qinghou - such behavior has been proven to be meaningless, not to mention that it is only the first day, and all the It is too stupid to expose all the cards and push everything to the irreversible and irreparable opposite.

So No. 2 cleared his throat, glanced at the other players, thought nervously, and finally fell on the blond loli with her legs crossed and her face careless.

"I doubt number six."

He said.

The number 6 who was called slowly raised his head.

No. 6 is a thin and short young man. The hood of the sweater covers most of his face, so he can't see his face clearly.

Now being questioned by No. 2, he opened his mouth and asked in a weak voice: "Why me? We have clearly never had any contact before, and we haven't even spoken a word, right?"

"I would suspect that you are a sinner."

No. 2 laughed unhurriedly, took out his receipt, and slapped it on the table: "I can blew myself upright, I am the punisher!"

That's right, behind his number, there is indeed a [punisher] representing the identity of the punisher.

As for the subsequent independent identity, it was covered—this is not incomprehensible, after all, no one is willing to easily reveal their cards.

Xie Qinghou let out a little "Wow": "Are you directly declaring your identity? You are really brave to yourself, so you are not afraid of being assassinated by other sinners tonight?"

He raised the gavel in his hand and tapped on the table: "Does number 2 have anything to add? Or does number 6 want to justify himself?"

No. 6 retorted: "Who knows that what you took out is the real ID card, and you didn't steal or coerce other players to get it?"

Hearing this, No. 2 laughed strangely.

"How dare you say something like that?" he asked. "After all, the reason I suspect you is—"

"At the beginning of this game, I saw the dead No. 6 in the dining car!"

"So what are you sitting here now!"

long silence.

No one spoke, no one moved, as if time was suspended and imprisoned at this moment.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is only a few breaths of effort.Xie Qinghou covered his mouth and yawned boredly, when he heard No. 6 below finally speak out.

He is laughing.

At first it was just a bit of a penetrating sneer, but it soon turned into a hysterical laugh, and in the end it became a strange roar with unknown meaning, very similar to the previous "scavenger".

Facing the gaze from below looking at him, Xie Qinghou raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at me for? If you don't interfere with the operation of the court, I won't intervene."

"After all, I'm just an ordinary judge."

On the other side, No. 6's body also began to change.His skin was agitated, as if something was moving around in a mess underneath.

Finally, with a cracking sound, the human skin was cut open.

A barbed, arthropod forelimb protruded from the human skin.