Perhaps until today, Lin En has witnessed with his own eyes and ears what it means: the ultimate sin.
Compared with those so-called villains, compared with him, a mentally ill killer, the numerous crimes committed by these big figures in the upper class have completely penetrated Lin En's theory in various senses and levels. acceptable lower limit.
Unfortunately, Linn had to admit that compared to these people, he was not qualified at all, let alone called evil.
At most, it's just some kids throwing tantrums and messing around.
It doesn’t matter if you call it one, or if you call it one, it doesn’t hurt or itch...
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"Okay, okay, okay, stop talking."
Lin En sat on the edge of the high platform, took a deep breath, grinned and covered his forehead.
"Huh... oh my gosh... you guys are really... I don't know what to say, I don't dare to understand, but I was really shocked and eye-opened.
Originally, I thought it was just me! Most of the chilling stories and legends that I have read that are widely circulated on the Internet should be stories compiled by some guys with abnormally active brains.
But you, really, you really make me... speechless.
I seem to have a feeling, I feel... I'm a little scared of you. real.
You are so scary. "
At this time, Lin En was sitting on the stage, with a blood-stained chain hammer hanging softly beside him. The head of the hammer was still emitting a blood-colored light.
Although Linn is a bit incoherent and has difficulty expressing his thoughts completely, this does not mean that Linn is weak.
On the floor in front of him, those sleeping people, with their eyes wide open, stacked together, were good evidence.
Linn just felt a little sick.
After announcing with a gunshot that the auction he was hosting was not some idle joke, Lynn pointed a gun at someone, thoughtfully suggesting that Gentleman Be the first to open the door.
So, he had a good start.
The gentleman with the beautiful beard pointed out the fact that his female companion was actually a criminal without hesitation, and in a very short period of time, he made a complete confession and produced a lot of evidence.
Time, place, person, amount, beneficiary...
As a result, Linn had to carefully hold the camera to avoid missing any exciting parts.
With this beginning, when Linn knocked on the gavel that represented the auctioneer's responsibilities, the next process went extremely smoothly.
That lady naturally became the second person to make an "offer".
She seemed a little anxious, a little hysterical beyond belief.
After pointing the muzzle at the moustache man, she had no intention of stopping. Instead, she turned around and randomly passed the flower drum to everyone she saw. Everyone she knew well was not so innocent. people.
As a result, the auction entered chaos for a time, and Lin En had to use relatively rough means to ensure its progress.
So, when those guys testify against each other, reveal other sides of each other, clenching their teeth, straightening their arms, veins sprouting on their foreheads, frothing at the mouth, recounting one incident after another that makes people feel sour and nauseated. , Linn really felt sick.
He regretted a little, why he thought of this method to do this so-called... trial.
What he regretted even more was that he naively thought that he could withstand this kind of mental distortion and destruction.
He actually thought that there would be a few innocent people among this group of people. Maybe they were forced to do so? Being deceived and concealed? A hero who works hard to infiltrate the enemy and collect evidence?
No.
No, not at all.
Linn was in a bad mood, which made him very depressed. It made him feel that he was the one being judged.
Although, at this moment, in this room, Linn is so powerful and invincible. But he did suffer unprecedented injuries, and he really did not want such injuries to continue.
So, after a nauseating moment, Linn banged the gavel and sat on the edge of the circular stage, staring at these guys who had given up everything in order to survive.
"I'm not interested anymore, I won't play anymore."
Linn's voice suddenly became a little cold, which made the guys standing in the audience feel a little at a loss.
However, there were still some guys with strong psychological qualities who sensed something different from Lin En's words and his actions when he stood up.
Their faces showed the gray color of decay, their lips trembled constantly, tears flowed from their eyes, their knees became weak, they knelt on the ground, and they even lost the strength to cry.
At the same time, Lin En waved his hand on the stage, and the clones who had been silent for a long time as spectators swarmed up...
The real and meaningful trial begins at this moment.
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After dawn, more than one car drove into the manor. Those who got out of the car all fell to their knees after entering the house. After having difficulty breathing for a while, they screamed out.
Therefore, after receiving a large number of reports, the police department, which itself lost its top officer, sent almost all its personnel.
They quickly cordoned off the house and then ran around with serious expressions on their faces.
They seemed to have found something in the house...something that couldn't be put into words, something very shocking.
The most important thing is that they don't seem to have anyone who can stand up and speak out, and there is no one who can take charge of everything.
Because... the people who can do this seem to be all in that room, lying on the ground.
This embarrassing situation was finally ended until someone else appeared.
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"Sir, I don't know what to do..."
"You don't have to say anything, just say what you know."
In a not-so-spacious office, a sweaty man stood outside his desk with his head slightly lowered, while a man dressed in black was sitting on the only chair in the room. He turned over the photos taken at the scene and some not very useful evidence with an expressionless face.
There was nothing on the man in black that could identify him.
Except at the beginning, when these people headed by the men in black appeared directly around the house and showed something, they took over the matter completely.
And for the guy standing, that's pretty damn good.
"Yes, I only tell you what I know, uh... on site..."
"No rush. Let me ask you a few questions."
The man in black interrupted the narration that he didn't know where to start before he started, closed the thick stack of photos and other documents in his hand, raised his head, looked at the other party seriously and said: "At present, I know In this matter, I mean, how many people are there in total down to certain details.”
"Yes! Except for the people in our bureau, everyone outside is completely unaware. We immediately... However, the families of the victims..."
"You don't have to worry about this, just hand in the relevant reports."
The man in black shook his head slightly, took a breath, and picked up an evidence bag next to him that contained a box of something.
"What is this? Have you seen it?"
"this……"
The standing man began to sweat again: "This is something deliberately left at the scene, a video.
Currently, I am the only one watching it. "
"Look, there's something recorded on it."
"this……"
After hesitating again and again, he still shook his head: "You will know after reading it. I am a little... indescribable."
"Oh well."
Without forcing anything, the man in black asked again: "Besides, did the murderer leave anything behind?"
"have."
The one standing pointed at a large box placed on the table.
"Inside, there is a piece of wood with inscriptions on it, which we cut off on site and brought back."
"What's engraved on it?"
Asking this, the man in black opened the box.
He also heard the answer when he saw the words on the piece of wood.
"It says...Lynn is here..."
Snapped!
The box was closed heavily.
The man in black, who had acted extremely calm and indifferent from the beginning to the end, revealed some traces of fear that could not be concealed.
"Sir, you..."
"sorry."
The man in black stood up and regained his indifference: "It seems that this matter cannot be solved easily. I'm afraid, I have to take you back with me."
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In a busy studio and a noisy and crowded office environment, a person walked between the left and right of these office workers, frowning, and rushed to the conference room non-stop.
After entering the elevator, he ran his hands through his hair a few times in annoyance, and couldn't help complaining in this deserted place: "It seems that there are disadvantages to being ordered to settle down. If there is a job, there will be a job." , I told you to come to the meeting at what time, you will come to the meeting...
I hope there is something really wrong this time and don't let me run away in vain... Oh hello, hello. "
After the elevator, which had been empty just now, stopped at a certain floor, a large number of people came in, including men and women, old and young, and they were dressed completely inconsistently. Each one had a temporary entry ID card. .
Judging from the identity tags hanging on their chests, it seemed that each of them was much better than him, the guy who had been under the imperial edict.
After cautiously showing a few smiling faces, and not surprisingly receiving no response, the man stood in the corner of the stairs, holding his briefcase, silently waiting for the elevator to rise.
Ding~
"Sorry, sorry, please let me..."
After arriving on his floor, the man was trying to squeeze out from the end. Unexpectedly, everyone in front got off the elevator on this floor.
"This is really strange. Isn't there usually no one on this floor?"
Feeling strange, the man still glanced at the message on his phone, recited the location of the meeting twice, and walked forward suspiciously.
Then, those people in front of him kept in front of him until they came to the door of the conference room.
These guys...are here for a meeting too?
Thinking this, the people in front exchanged glances with each other, and the person at the front reached out and pushed open the door of the conference room.
In an instant, the sound that had been isolated just now came from the conference room.
"...Don't tell me this! What I'm asking now is how to solve this matter!"
"Solved?! Are you still thinking about solving it?! Think about how you won't be solved! Idiot!"
Perhaps they saw the door being opened, or perhaps the argument had already come to an end. After several people in the conference room glared at the door, they all pursed their lips and sat back.
For a moment, the scene seemed a little unspeakably depressing.
…
After everyone was seated, the man who was being summoned with his briefcase still didn't know why he was called here today.
He was just a street gangster. Due to various accidents, he gradually developed into an informant, and was eventually arrested little by little.
But the people in this conference room right now... seem to be a bit high-level.
However, of course he would not ask, and he would not dare to ask anything.
"Okay, everyone is almost here, let me show you something."
At the head of the long table, a man with his cuffs rolled up and two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, looking very tired, projected a video to everyone.
Within two seconds, everyone present was stunned.
…
"...Okay. Now, what do you want to say? Anyway, say something."
There was a long silence.
Until, a person coughed lightly and asked unnaturally: "Sir, is this... is this the truth about the gas explosion?"
"Yes. Do you have anything else to say?"
"Oh my god...sir! That, that man with the mask..."
"That's right."
With a bang, a piece of wood was raised on the conference table.
"Lynn. The man wearing the mask is Linn."
hiss……!
In the conference room, there was a sound of gasping.
Among them, Wyatt, who was ordered to peace, was the loudest.
He seemed to know why he was here.
"Wyatt!"
Sure enough, he was called.
"You are one of the few people who has witnessed Lin En's murder and is still alive.
Tell me what you think. "
What are my thoughts? What do I have in mind!
I am afraid! What the hell do I have in mind... I'm scared to death!
"Yes, I...I think..."
"Do you think this is another senseless crime? Just like last time he deliberately let you go and scared you, for nothing but because he thought it was fun? Huh?!"
"No, ah yes, ah no... I mean, I think, maybe he... they..."
Who the hell is coming to save me!
"Because they deserve to die!"
The door was violently pushed open, and a very high-ranking guy broke in. Wyatt was successfully rescued.
"What are you doing here?"
The person who came did not answer, but simply said: "You can go out.
go out! "
Everyone looked at the chief standing at the front of the conference table. He was just staring at the man who had just walked in and stood at the end of the conference table.
So, everyone stood up and walked out.
There were only two people left in the conference room.
"Jones! No, Ron! Are you here to help me solve the problem? Okay! Come and tell me how I can solve this problem!"
The piece of wood with someone's name engraved on it was pushed onto Ron, the Martian Manhunter who had just walked in, maintaining a human face.
"Okay. I'll take care of it, then you can leave. Adams."
"Haha, you will solve it? How will you solve it!"
"Then it's none of your business."
"Hahaha, okay, that's great. Let me guess, your solution is the same as before, no solution at all."
"This has nothing to do with you."
Ron walked around the table, walked up to Adams, looked him in the eyes and said, "Or, I can help you catch Linn in your shabby prison, and you can tell him yourself?"
"……snort!"
"Heh, cowardly loser."
"What did you say! Ron! You again..."
"I said! You are a cowardly waste! Waste! Do you hear me clearly?"
"you!"
"roll!"
"...Hmph! I will report it truthfully."
"As you wish, trash."
Adams slammed the door and left, walking quickly and urgently, for fear of being stopped.
As for Ron, who was left in the conference room, facing the piece of wood, he seemed to be suddenly discouraged and sat on the chair.
"Lynn...why do you have to be so blatant...
Let me feel at ease for a while, can't you..."
(End of chapter)
