Nightmare Attack

"You can eliminate the suspicion of No. 3. Fu Fu said generously, "I can testify for you, then only No. 2 and No. 1 are left. "

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

Hearing this, Fu Fu shook her hand and smashed the bottle to the ground, "How could it be...are you sure?!" Although she didn't have much contact with No. 1 and No. 2, if the two of them would do such a heavy harm to them, Hand, she still didn't want to believe it.

"The masked man's skills are better than those of you and me. There are only a few people in the Night Watch who have such skills. Without him." Luo He put his hand on the book, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little, "Although he hides his breath He's very good and doesn'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 became serious.

Luo He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his body wrapped like a rice dumpling, "Forty-seven knives, the knives avoided the vital points. I don't know which one of the night watchmen would be so kind to me."

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

Fu Fu felt horrified. She vaguely remembered that after Luo He saved her, he planned to fully open the door in his body and die together with the presiding judge. If the masked man had not taken action, No. 3 would indeed be dead.

Although in the eyes of the Night Watch, the masked man not only saved the presiding judge, but also "killed" Crimson 3 with a heavy hand, which was a very responsible help.

Fu Fu couldn't help but fell silent. After a long while, she hesitated and said: "To stab 47 times in such a short period of time and avoid the vital points requires extremely precise control. Between us, except... except No. 6, he is the only one who can do this."

"Go and notify sir." Luo He turned his head and said to Fu Fu.

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In a secret room hundreds of kilometers away from Luo He and the others, a seriously injured old man was wailing in pain. One of his arms was turned into white bones.

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

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

Until the door to the secret room was pushed open, and someone ran in in a panic. The person was holding a suitcase in his hand. The handles were handcuffed, and the other end of the handcuffs was fastened to his wrists.

Enter the password and open the suitcase. Inside is a bright red piece of paper.

Grabbing the red paper, the presiding judge pressed his good hand on the red paper. The next second, a light red halo surged out, and a gust of wind blew in the closed space. The great pain caused the presiding judge to bow his head suddenly. Get up.

But the effect was obvious. The flesh and blood stopped falling off, and the bleeding stopped. The candle bearer finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that at least his life was saved.

"Huh——, Huh——" The chief judge gasped, staring in another direction, "Gong Zhe is actually hiding in the team, why didn't you tell such news in advance?!" There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Uncontrollable anger.

Slowly, a calm voice came from the direction of the angry glare of the presiding judge, "If I had known about it in advance, do you think I would still accompany you to die?" There was a masked man sitting on the sofa.

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"Asshole!" the presiding judge roared.

The masked man was not angry. He leaned on the sofa, raised his head and sneered, "It would be great if the presiding judge had this kind of momentum when facing Gong Zhe."

"Stop arguing." Bingzhuren advised: "Old guy, please calm down. If he knew in advance that Gong Zhe was hiding in the team, he wouldn't have told us. And thanks to him today, it would be hard to say whether you could leave otherwise."

The presiding judge was also blinded by anger. The door in his body was already eager to open, which seriously interfered with his thinking. Absorbing the red contract only alleviated it a little.

After seeing the presiding judge calm down, Zhu Bingren turned to look at the masked man, "We were able to escape unscathed this time, thanks to you. It seems that we made the right choice to cooperate with you."

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

"Yes, it's a deal." Bingzhuren looked at the masked man up and down, unable to hide the envy in his tone, "The power of space is really an excellent ability. Even if Gong Zhe wants to kill you, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

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

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

"It's been too long." The masked man breathed rapidly: "I can't wait any longer."

"Your body has been severely damaged. It is very difficult to repair it in a short time." The person behind the desk spoke in a very calm tone, but with the aura of a superior. "You need to gradually occupy and become familiar with this body." The body subtly changes the personality and behavior habits of the original owner of the body, until it kills the owner's personality and finally replaces it."

"This requires 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, the brows of the candle bearer and the presiding judge frowned subconsciously.

What they saw was a young man's face, but only half of the face was left. The other half... the other half was weird and scary. If I had to describe it, it was like a puzzle that had been disrupted. The nose had been moved to the chin. The eyes moved to the forehead. In short, all the positions were wrong, and the scalp of those who looked at it was numb.

"Is this the consequence of losing control of the power of space?" Bingzhuren suddenly felt uneasy.

"I was able to influence the main personality of this body, but was interrupted by No. 4." The masked man whispered: "He must have sensed something to kill the body I was parasitizing."

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

After a moment, the voice replied: "I didn't expect that your ability would be out of control to this extent. Just two weeks will be enough. We will fulfill our promise and help you rebuild this body."

"I will come to you in two weeks. Please do not contact me during this period." The masked man sat up from the sofa, and then a black vortex appeared in front of him. The masked man stepped into the vortex and disappeared.

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

The candle-bearing man looked at the place where the masked man disappeared and couldn't help but shook his head, "I'm afraid he can't explain this question himself, President."