Nightmare Attack

"No. 3, you can also rule out the suspicion." Fu Fu said honestly, "I can testify for you, then only No. 2 and No. 1 are left."

"The masked man who injured me was one of them." Luo He said suddenly.

Hearing that, Fu Fu's hand shook, and the bottle shattered on the ground, "How can...you know for sure?!" Although she didn't have much contact with No. 1 and No. 2, if the two of them would be so heavy on them Hand, she still didn't want to believe it.

"The methods of the masked man are superior to you and me. There are only a few people who have such methods in the night watchman, without him." Luo He put his hand on the book, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, "Although he hides his breath It's very good, and I didn't show too much ability, but I just feel that I know him, and we are... very familiar."

"What evidence do you have?" Fu Fu got serious.

Luo He untied his clothes, revealing his body wrapped like a zongzi, "47 knives, knives avoid the key points, I don't know which one of the night watchmen will be so kind to me."

"No. 8." Luo He said again: "He didn't want to kill me, he saved me."

Fu Fu was terrified. She vaguely remembered that after Luo He saved herself, she planned to fully open the door in her body and die together with the presiding judge. If the masked man didn't take action, No. 3 would indeed be dead.

Although in the eyes of the Night's Watch, the masked man not only rescued the presiding judge, but also "killed" Crimson No. 3 with a heavy hand, which is a very conscientious help.

Fu Fu couldn't help being silent, and after a long while he hesitated and said: "So... in such a short period of time, 47 knives were stabbed, and the knives avoided the key points, which requires extremely precise control, between us, except... except... No. 6, the only one who can do this is... he is the only one."

"Go and inform Mr." Luo He turned his head and said to Fu Fu.

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In a secret room a few hundred kilometers away from Luohe and the others, a severely injured old man cried out in pain, and one of his arms was cut to white bones.

What's even more frightening is that this is just the beginning. The shoulders are still shedding flesh and blood. If this continues, sooner or later, the flesh and blood of the whole body will fall off and become a skeleton.

"Old guy, hold on!" Bingzhuren grabbed the right hand of the presiding judge, recalling Gong Zhe's face, the hatred in his eyes seemed to condense into reality.

Until the door of the secret room was pushed, someone hurried in, carrying a suitcase in his hand.

Enter the code, open the suitcase, and inside is a bright red piece of paper.

He grabbed the red paper, and the presiding judge pressed the intact hand on the red paper. In the next second, a pale red halo burst out, and a gust of wind blew in the airtight space. Get up.

But the effect is obvious. The flesh and blood stopped falling off, and the blood that kept flowing also stopped. The candle-burner finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that at least his life was saved.

"Hu-, hu-" The chief judge gasped heavily, his eyes fixed in the other direction, "Gong Zhe is actually hiding in the team, why didn't you tell the news in advance?!" His voice couldn't be suppressed. Live the anger.

Slowly, a calm voice came from the direction of the chief judge's angry eyes, "If I had known in advance, do you think I would still accompany you to your death?" A man in a mask sat on the sofa.

"Bastard!" The presiding judge roared.

The masked man was not annoyed either, leaning on the sofa, raised his head and sneered, "If only the presiding judge had such an aura when facing Gong Zhe."

"Stop arguing." Bingzhuren advised: "Old guy, calm down. If he knew in advance that Gong Zhe was hiding in the team, he couldn't have told us, and thanks to him today, it's hard to say whether you can leave."

The presiding judge was also overwhelmed by anger. The door in his body was already eager to try, which seriously interfered with his thinking. The absorption of the red contract was only relieved.

After seeing the presiding judge calm down, Bingzhuren turned to look at the masked man, "This time we were able to get out of the way. Thanks to you, it seems that we chose to cooperate with you."

"It's a deal." The masked man corrected.

"Yes, it's a deal." Bingzhuren looked up and down at the masked man, and couldn't hide the envy in his tone, "The power of space is really an excellent ability. Even if Gong Zhe wanted to kill you, it would be difficult."

"You talk too much." The masked man turned his head and looked into the darkness, where there was a large table, "How long will it take you to do what you promised me?"

"A month," said the man behind the desk.

"It's been too long." The masked man was breathing rapidly: "I can't wait."

"Your body has been destroyed so badly that it is very difficult to repair it in a short period of time." The tone of the person behind the desk was very calm, but with the aura of a superior, "You need to gradually occupy and familiarize yourself with this body. The body, subtly changes the character and behavior of the original owner of the body, until it kills the master's personality and finally replaces it."

"It's going to be a long process," the man continued.

"Only two weeks at most!" The masked man took off the mask on his face, and when he saw the face under the mask, Man Bingzhu and the presiding judge frowned subconsciously.

What they saw was the face of a young man, but only half of the face was left, the other half... The other half was weird and scary, if they had to describe it, it was like a jigsaw puzzle that had been disrupted, with the nose shifted to the chin, The eyes moved to the forehead, in short, all positions were confused, and the scalp of the person watching was numb.

"Is this the consequence of the power of space getting out of control?" Bingzhuren suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"I can already affect the main character of this body, but I was interrupted by No. 4." The masked man whispered: "He must have sensed something to kill this parasitic body of mine."

If Jiang Cheng was standing here, he would have recognized that half of the masked man's intact face was actually his old acquaintance, a young college student named Chen Qiang.

After a while, the voice replied: "I didn't expect your ability to get out of control to such a point, then two weeks, we will fulfill our promise to help you rebuild this body."

"In two weeks, I will come to you, don't contact me during this time." The masked man sat up from the sofa, and then a black vortex appeared in front of him, and the masked man stepped into the whirlpool and disappeared.

"What a poor fellow." The lazy voice from behind the table sounded again, "If I were him, I might have gone crazy long ago, and I don't even have my own body. Is it still a living person?"

Bingzhuren looked at the place where the masked man disappeared, and shook his head, "I'm afraid he can't explain this question himself, President."