The presiding judge didn't dare to move. After being put on his shoulder by that ghostly 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 moving parts of his body are his eyes.

He looked at the rearview mirror as if asking for help, through the rearview mirror, he saw that the man sitting in the back row didn't move at all, and his shoulders were also empty.

That ghost hand seemed to exist only in another dimension.

"I'm sorry, President." The presiding judge's face was pale, and his voice was trembling, "I will arrange the matter you confessed immediately. Please believe me, I will give you a satisfactory answer soon!"

A few seconds later, the ghost hand on the judge's shoulder was slowly retracted. Similarly, in the reflection of the rearview mirror, the presiding judge saw nothing.

Later, a young man's voice sounded behind him, "Judge." The man chuckled and said, "What are you talking about? Don't be so polite between us. I can gain a firm foothold among the night watchmen because of you and Uncle Ghost." help."

Facing the president who changed his face in an instant, the presiding judge tidied up his back that was wet with cold sweat, his stiff face eased a little, and he smiled unnaturally, "What are you talking about, me and the old ghost It’s just going with the tide, even without us, relying on yourself to rule the night watchman is only a matter of time.”

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a good minister chooses a master to serve. 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 are too flattering me." The young man leaned back in the chair, with the corners of his mouth raised, showing a strange smile.

Seeing this scene, the presiding judge finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Their president has a temperamental and unpredictable personality, and more importantly, his strength is unfathomable. He once secretly asked the old ghost, that is, the candle holder.

The candle holder replied that even if the two of them joined forces, they would not be the opponent of the chairman.

After all...their door was taken from the world of nightmarish missions one after another, and the door of the president was obtained from that bus.

There were even rumors that the president was brought back by bus from the terrifying world that was merging strangely with this world.

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It was late at night, and Rongcheng gradually quieted down.

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 had 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 like thunder.

There is a red thread on Jiangcheng's neck, and under the red thread, hangs an exquisite bell.

The bell seems to be very human, knowing that at night, don't disturb everyone's sleep, so even if Jiang Cheng gently turned his body, the bell would obediently keep quiet and not make any disturbing sounds.

But the more the bell was like this, the more awkward and uneasy Jiang Cheng felt.

He knew that he had been tricked by Wu. Obviously, after he put the bell on the bus seat, Wu secretly took the bell out of the car while he was unaware.

The dog didn't believe that it was Wuquan's kindness to him. Jiang Cheng used the fat man's head to think, and he knew that Wu was definitely a middleman to make the difference, and he wanted to eat both.

Otherwise, this guy who yells about the first page of the sword manual and kills his sweetheart first will never have the kindness to do such a thing.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what happened to Wu, he was just ruthless when he first met him, and he wasn't such a thug.

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, the woman named Wu Yingying, all that Jiangcheng has is only Guilt, and a little sympathy.

If I had to find a reason to keep her by my side, it would be that this woman is very powerful, and as the law enforcement officer on the car, she must be familiar with the situation on the car, and she will be an excellent help when dealing with the old president in the future.

Of course, the premise is that Wu Yingying's feelings for him are sincere, not feigned. After all, Jiang Cheng has not seen this kind of Mission Impossible Mission Impossible trick.

Who can be sure that the law enforcement officer on the bus is not the old president, or an undercover agent placed by the night watchmen beside them.

In short, the most urgent task is to find a way to take down this bell, the premise is that the Empress Dahe can't be angered.

Just when Jiang Cheng was at a loss, suddenly, the shadow left on the wall suddenly changed, and the shadow gradually elongated, as if standing up from a lying position, then his head turned, and a pair of dark red eyes stared at the direction of the door .

A few seconds later, weird 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 from above.

The woman wore a mask and stepped on a pair of low-heeled leather shoes, walking towards the studio by the dim light of the street lamp.

When she was about 10 meters away from the studio, the woman stopped suddenly.

Because at this moment, a black 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 it even when it turned into ashes, but what he was wary of was that Lin Wan'er was far more than the only person who came tonight.

Right around him, at this moment there are 4 other auras surrounding him, staring at him.

One was in the car that Lin Wan'er got off, the driver was the man wearing a cowboy hat~lightnovelpub.net~ his old acquaintance, it seemed that he was acting as the driver and bodyguard.

Behind a tree not far away is a girl who has not yet fully developed, carrying a black leather bag, only revealing a pair of eyes, staring at this place, seems to think that she is hiding well, and Wubo is too lazy to expose him.

Under a streetlight not far from Lin Wan'er's side, there was a man wearing a long trench coat and holding a black book in his hand. He looked very ascetic. Looking at this place with a pair of blue eyes, he looked like a missionary.

The last and most dangerous figure was standing behind Wu at this moment, which was the roof of the studio building.

It was a young man with two swords.

The flowing bangs covered his eyes, but he could clearly feel that the other party had locked on to him, and was waiting for him to be distracted before delivering the deadliest blow.

To be honest, he was not afraid of him, he just couldn't figure out why these people were so hostile this time.

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