The presiding judge did not dare to move. After being put on his shoulder by the ghost hand, his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and even the door in his body seemed to be suppressed.
The only thing that could move in his body were his eyes.
He looked at the reversing mirror as if asking for help. Through the reversing mirror, he saw that the man sitting in the back seat had not moved at all, and his shoulders were empty.
That ghost hand seemed to exist only in another space.
"I'm sorry, President." The presiding judge's face turned pale, and his voice was trembling. "I will arrange the matters you asked me immediately. Please believe me, I will give you a satisfactory answer very soon!"
A few seconds later, the ghost hand on the judge's shoulder slowly retracted. Likewise, in the reflection of the reversing mirror, the presiding judge saw nothing.
Later, a young man's voice sounded from behind, "Presiding Judge." The man chuckled: "What are you talking about? Don't be so polite between us. If I can gain a foothold in the Night Watch, it's you and Uncle Ghost." help."
Facing the president who suddenly changed his face, the presiding judge straightened his back which was wet with cold sweat. His stiff face also eased a little. He smiled unnaturally and said, "What are you talking about? The old ghost and I It's just a matter of smooth flow. Even without us, it is only a matter of time before you can rely on yourself to rule the Night Watch."
"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses his master to do his work. This has been true since ancient times." The presiding judge said vigorously. At the same time, he did not forget to observe the man's face through the rearview mirror.
"Presiding Judge, you praise me too much." The young man leaned back in his chair, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a strange smile.
Seeing this scene, the presiding judge finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Their president has a moody and unpredictable personality, and more importantly, his strength is unfathomable. He once secretly asked the old ghost, the man who held the candle, in private.
Bingzhuren answered him that even if the two of them join forces, they will not be the president's opponent.
After all...their door was captured in a world of nightmare missions, and the president's door was obtained from that bus.
There are even rumors that the president was brought back by the bus from that terrifying world that was strangely merging with this world.
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As the night progressed, Rongcheng gradually became quiet.
Most people fell asleep.
In a small studio, in the bedroom on the second floor, Jiang Cheng was lying on the mattress with his hands on his chest. He maintained this position for a long time and couldn't fall asleep.
And outside the bedroom door, a heartless fat man was lying on the sofa, snoring loudly.
There is a red line on Jiang Cheng's neck, and under the red line, hangs an exquisite bell.
The bell seems to be very understanding of human nature and knows not to disturb everyone's sleep at night, so even if Jiang Cheng turns his body slightly, the bell obediently remains quiet and does not make any disturbing noise.
But the more Ling Dang behaved like this, the more awkward and uneasy Jiang Cheng felt.
He knew that he was being tricked by Wu. Obviously, after he put the bell on the bus seat, Wu secretly took the bell out of the bus while he was not prepared.
Even the dogs didn't believe it when Wu said Wu was completely doing him a favor. Jiang Cheng borrowed Fatty's brain and thought, everyone knew that Wu was definitely a middleman making money from the price difference and wanted to eat both sides.
Otherwise, this guy who talks about the first page of the sword manual all day long and kills his sweetheart first would never have the kindness to do such a thing.
Jiang Cheng didn't know what was going on with Wu. When he first met him, he was just ruthless and not such a thief.
Judging from the results, Wu must have benefited from Empress Dahe.
But now is not the time to worry about this, but... what to do with this bell, it can't just be tied around the neck like this, and for Empress Dahe, that is, this woman named Wu Yingying, Jiangcheng only has Guilt and a little sympathy.
If you must find a reason to keep her by your side, it would be that this woman is very powerful, and as the law enforcer on the car, she must be familiar with the situation on the car, and will be an excellent help in dealing with the old president in the future.
Of course, the premise is that Wu Yingying's feelings for him are sincere and not fake. After all, Jiang Cheng has never seen this kind of Mission: Impossible trick.
Who can be sure that the law enforcer on the bus is not the old president or the undercover agent placed by the night watchman beside them.
In short, the top priority is to find a way to remove this bell, as long as it does not anger Empress Dahe.
Just when Jiang Cheng was at a loss what to do, suddenly, the shadow left on the wall suddenly changed. The shadow gradually lengthened, as if he stood up from a lying position. Then his hair turned, and a pair of dark red eyes stared in the direction of the door. .
After a few seconds, strange ripples appeared on the shadow, and then the shadow disappeared.
At this moment, in a parking lot not far from the studio, the door of a black car was opened, and a woman wrapped in a windbreaker stepped out.
The woman wore a mask and a pair of low-heeled leather shoes, walking toward the studio in the dim light of the street lamp.
When she was about ten meters away from the studio, the woman suddenly stopped.
Because at this moment, a dark shadow stood in front of him.
There was a flash of wariness in Wu's eyes.
He naturally knew that the woman who came was Lin Wan'er. Although she had changed her face, he could recognize her even if she turned into ashes. But what he was wary of was that tonight, Lin Wan'er was not the only one coming.
Just around him, there were four other auras surrounding him at this moment, watching eagerly.
In the car that Lin Wan'er got out of, in the driver's seat was the man wearing a cowboy hat. He was an old acquaintance of his. He seemed to be playing the role of driver and bodyguard.
Behind a tree not far away, there is a girl who is not yet fully developed. She is carrying a black leather bag and only a pair of eyes are exposed. She is staring at this place. She seems to think that she is hiding it well and is too lazy to expose her.
Under the streetlight not far from Lin Wan'er, there was a man wearing a long trench coat and holding a black book in his hand. He looked very ascetic and looked at it with a pair of blue eyes, looking like a preacher.
The last and most dangerous figure was standing behind Wu at the moment, which was on the roof of the studio building.
It's a young man holding two swords.
The flowing bangs covered his eyes, but Wen Wen could clearly feel that the other party had locked onto him, waiting for him to be distracted before delivering the most fatal blow.
To be honest, he was not afraid. He just couldn't figure out why these people were so hostile this time.
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