I gave money to beggars and let criminals die in accidents

Seeing the title of the live broadcast room, Wu Xun's heart that had just been let go instantly rose to his throat!

I saw that the title of the death broadcast room was:

"Former psychiatric director, Wu's so-called death!" "

Everyone in the conference room was shocked when they saw this.

Can Reaper read minds?Why did it start broadcasting right after I mentioned this?

This time there is a perfect plan to deal with the super power of the god of death, so can we stop his actions this time and bring him to justice?

Wang Butou couldn't care less about these things, but urgently ordered to his deputy:

"Hurry up, tell Wu the so-called surveillance person outside the villa!"

"If there is no signal, immediately notify the people 2 miles away."

"Also, notify Wu Suo and his family immediately!"

"Once there is a situation, shoot directly!"

......

Without exception, all viewers who were watching the live broadcast were transferred to the death live broadcast room again.

After hearing the news, more people turned on the live broadcast and took the initiative to enter the death live broadcast room.

Taking advantage of the temporary darkness in the live broadcast room, the audience chatted.

[Here it comes, the awesome live broadcast of death is here again! 】

【Yesterday, I wondered why the god of death was suddenly quiet for a day, but it turned out that he was directly arranged for him today. The efficiency of the god of death is simply amazing! 】

[The so-called former director of the mental hospital Wu?who is thisGood guys and bad guys? 】

[It's hard to think about it, the one that Death wants to kill must be a bad guy! 】

[That's right, the god of death will definitely judge him at the last moment. 】

[There was no advance notice this time, and I don't know how the god of death will kill him this time? 】

Just as everyone was discussing passionately, Su Chen's voice sounded in the live broadcast room.

"Hi everyone, I'm Death!"

"Welcome to the death broadcast room!"

"The target of death today is what Wu said!"

"The live broadcast of death has officially started!"

As Su Chen's voice fell, the screen of the live broadcast room appeared.

Everyone looked carefully.

I saw that this picture was in a room.

This room is huge.

There are bookshelves in the room with many books on them.

There is a hair dryer in the corner and a TV in front of it.

Behind the bookshelf is a desk.

At this time, a man was sitting at a desk.

At this time, some viewers in the live broadcast room had already recognized it.

【ah!This person is what the god of death said Wu so-called! 】

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Chapter 45 The cause of death is a mystery

This barrage instantly caught everyone's attention.

Everyone looked carefully.

I saw that Wu Zhuang was sitting at the desk at this time.

He rested his head on one arm on the desk, with a stack of stapled papers in front of him.

Eyes closed, motionless.

[Wu so-called this is looking at the file for too long, fell asleep? 】

[Look at this posture, it looks like I was sleepy in class! 】

[Brothers, have you heard any strange sounds? 】

【what sound?I didn't hear anything! 】

[I also heard the sizzling sound, but I don't know what it is. 】

【Ah, I know what it is!You look at that TV, it turns out that the TV is on, but it is tuned to a channel with no signal, so it makes a hissing sound! 】

【Didn't the god of death say that he wanted to kill Wu Zhuo in the secret room?It seems that this study is now a secret room. Could it be that the god of death refers to this place? 】

[The live broadcast has already started, and it looks like this is here.However, there was no one in the room, and there seemed to be nothing unusual, so how did the god of death kill him? 】

......

The audience in the live broadcast room were all puzzled.

At this time, there was an urgent sound of door slamming on the live broadcast screen.

Someone smashed the door from outside the study!

Is it the god of death?

Soon, the answer was revealed.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the study door was knocked open.

A middle-aged man in a police uniform rushed in from outside the house first.

Immediately behind him, several other police uniforms rushed in after him.

[Yamen's action this time is so fast!It's only 1 minute since the live broadcast started! 】

[It seems that they have learned the previous lessons and formulated some countermeasures. 】

[It's over, I think Reaper is going to fail this time, the live broadcast was destroyed just after it started, how can we continue playing? 】

[I really didn't expect that the God of Reaper, who kills people on time and on time when he says what he says, would sometimes miss! 】

[I don't think so!It's still early, isn't the live broadcast still going on?Maybe the god of death still has other ways! 】

[That's right!I believe in death, absolutely no problem!Remember the last time Reaper used Wang Xiaohu, and the last time Reaper used the news media?Maybe everything is completely under the control of the god of death now! 】

[But didn't the god of death say that Wu Suo would die in the secret room?This situation is no longer a secret room, is it?Even if he still killed Wu Zhuang, it would still be considered a failure, right? 】

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During the barrage discussion, the few people who came in had already started to act.

After entering, several people carefully raised their pistols and looked around earnestly, as if they wanted to find potential enemies.

However, apart from Wu Zhuang who was sitting at the desk, there was no one else in the room.

Other than that, there was nothing suspicious about the surroundings.

Except that the TV was on, and it was making a hissing sound at this time.

Except for the TV, nothing unusual.

After confirming the safety of the surroundings, the middle-aged man and the others walked towards Wu Zhuang.

Several people came to Wu Zhuang cautiously.

However, Wu Zhuang still maintained the posture just now and fell asleep.

In this case, not only the police officers at the scene, but even the audience found something abnormal.

【Um?what's the situation?Even if the people in the yamen walk very lightly, there is always a sound!Why is this so-called Wu so indifferent and completely ignored? 】

[Could it be that he was really tired and slept too hard? 】

At this time, the so-called middle-aged man in front of Wu was also a little suspicious.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart.

He calmed down, and said to Wu Suo in front of him:

"Mr. Wu, hello!"

Wu so-called unmoved.

"Hello! Mr. Wu!"

What Wu said was still indifferent and ignored.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to reach out and pat him on the shoulder lightly.

As a result, under this light slap, Wu's so-called arm fell from the table.

And after his head lost its support, it fell heavily on the desk!

The middle-aged man and the others were taken aback.

He had already guessed at this time, and this guess made him flustered for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and put it on the tip of the middle-aged man's nose to verify his guess.

Just put your hand away.

In an instant, his face changed drastically!

As Wu said, there is no breath anymore!

Wu so-called, dead!

The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted to the outside:

"Has the forensic doctor arrived?"

"Quick, tell the forensic doctor to arrive immediately!"

"There is also an emergency call, quick, quick, quick!"

"Is there anyone who knows medicine nearby? Grab one for me! Quick!"

Looking at the performance of the middle-aged man, everyone understood that something was wrong!

It seems that Wu So-called has already been murdered, and there is more danger than luck!

[Fuck, brothers, what's going on?Is Wu so-called dead? 】

【what? What?Why didn't I understand anything, what happened, why is Wu so-called dead? 】

[Now that I think about it, could it be said that Wu Zhuang was already dead when the live broadcast first started? 】

【Damn it, so to speak, the environment just now was really a closed secret room!It turned out that the god of death did it, and Wu Zhuang really died in the secret room! 】

[Let me just say, if my god of death speaks out, he will definitely die, and he will never break his promise, the god of death is awesome! 】

[Although the god of death did do it, wasn't it the promised live broadcast?I watched it for a long time and then I saw loneliness? 】

[Hey, God of Death, you are being unkind!Didn't you mean the live broadcast of death?Why is the live broadcast only after the person is dead?Is this still called a live broadcast? 】

......

About 3 minutes passed.

An old man in a white coat was carried by a young man in police uniform and ran all the way into the room.

"Oh, my old arms and legs are about to be shaken apart by you!"

The old man got down from the young man, complaining helplessly.

The young man scratched his head, embarrassed.