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The twelve people at the table had all voted, and the last note flew out of Feng Ling's hand and floated towards Wu Ling.

Wu Ling's whole body was carefully crafted, and his skin was even more white and slender, but he was cut by the edge of a piece of paper, and his fingers immediately saw blood.

She was calm, she didn't scream, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it naturally, and ignored it when the bleeding stopped.

"Thank you judges, the final result has come out, now let us reveal whether this suspect is guilty...or innocent."

"One vote for innocence, two votes for innocence... one vote for guilt..." Wu Ling sang the votes without haste, she didn't deliberately try to trick her, and she read them in the order of the notes in her hand, which other people could clearly detect Come out, the number of innocent votes is far greater than that of guilty.

There was no surprising reversal in the final result. Ten votes were not guilty, and the suspect was finally found innocent.

Wu Ling pinched the note with one hand, and tapped the fingers of the other hand gently on the note. Lin Zijuan looked over and found that the wound on her hand just now had healed as before, and no trace could be seen.

"The choice made by Judge No. 4, Feng Ling, is consistent with the final verdict. On behalf of Angel City, I am pleased with your choice. Judges, please make persistent efforts and start the trial of the next suspect immediately."

·

The next one who was brought up was still a man, who seemed to be no older than 20 years old, with a strong youthful air.

It is still up to Wu Ling to explain the case - "This suspect has no father or mother, and was raised by his adoptive father, who treated him with great kindness, but he wanted to kill his adoptive father... Judges please judge, Is this person guilty or not?"

"Think?" Wan Chenyun asked back, "So he didn't do anything right?"

Wu Ling nodded slightly: "Not bad."

"What is his motive for wanting to kill his adoptive father?" asked a fair-skinned woman on the opposite table.

"You have to ask the person in charge." Wu Ling looked at An Baiqiu, "Judge No. 10, you are the person in charge of this case, please tell me what is the suspect's motive for killing?"

An Baiqiu, who was suddenly named, looked at Wu Ling in astonishment. The suspect was also there, and he didn't understand why he was asked to answer this question. However, An Baiqiu's doubts flashed away. There are so many reasons, just want to kill."

For this answer, Wu Ling didn't say anything, and his face was never moved.

On the other hand, the others looked at An Baiqiu a few more times, as if they wanted to take a closer look at who it was who said such unfeeling words.

Feng Ling held his forehead silently, not looking at the other side.

Although An Baiqiu really couldn't bear to look at it, Feng Ling still didn't forget his mission. He coughed a few times, and said in a timely manner: "After all, this suspect is just thinking about it, and has not implemented specific methods. If thoughts also need to be convicted, I am afraid that there will be no innocent people present."

"So you think it's okay to repay kindness and revenge?" Someone at the opposite table blocked Feng Ling's words, "If the person you saved stabbed you backhanded, would you forgive him with a smile?"

"You're misinterpreting my meaning. This case only talks about 'ideas' and doesn't involve specific implementation behaviors. Could it be that you didn't have an impulse?" Feng Ling retorted, "And we don't know what the adoptive father did to the suspect. What happened, what if he abused and scolded the suspect?"

Feng Ling was arguing back and forth with the others, this case was more controversial than the previous one, in order to keep An Bai Qiu safe, Feng Ling bit the bullet and talked nonsense.

After listening to a few words, Lin Ziyu suddenly asked while Feng Ling was resting and breathing: "You support innocence because An Baiqiu will vote for innocence?"

An Baiqiu and Feng Ling sat in different trial seats, far away from each other, and Lin Ziyu sat next to Feng Ling, but he didn't see any secret communication between the two.

So Lin Ziyu was quite curious about what Feng Ling could use to confirm An Baiqiu's choice.

"Of course I don't know what he's thinking. I just don't expect An Baiqiu to have a sense of right and wrong. In his eyes, nothing is considered a crime, so he will vote not guilty." Feng Ling explained, and continued to talk to the other side. in the midst of controversy.

After arguing and fighting, there was no result, and Feng Ling gradually became a little anxious.

Lin Ziqian looked sideways, and saw that Feng Ling frowned tightly, with an ugly expression on his face, even his fingers were trembling slightly, completely different from the usual gag.

After a while, Feng Ling sensed his gaffe, and tightly pinched his trembling fingers, but his expression didn't ease at all.

Lin Ziyu was taken aback. Judging from Feng Ling and his team's previous performance, the Knights didn't care about clearing the level. They just followed the orders from above to hunt down and kill the passers-by until they were forced out of the checkpoint.

Judging from this, elimination is not a big deal for them, but the worries expressed by Feng Ling are a bit too serious...

The final voting result was nine votes guilty, in line with the rules, and the suspect was therefore convicted.

The moment the result was read out, Wu Ling smiled inexplicably.

She often smiles, and every time the smile is warm and generous, but this time Lin Zijuan saw something weird from her face.

Lin Ziyu's heart was shocked again, the strange feeling that he couldn't grasp just now came again!

"Suspect No. 10 was found guilty. Thank you judges for your contribution to the peace of Angel City," Wu Ling stood up, "As the Archangel, I cannot allow such a sinful person to stay in Angel City , I declare that for the sake of all the citizens of Angel City, I will formally expel this sinner here."

She spoke slowly, and the little angels surrounded her and held the long sword for her.

Wu Ling took the long sword and swiped lightly on his hand, so that the blood in his palm was stained with the long sword.

"The sanction begins." Wu Ling looked straight at An Baiqiu.

An Baiqiu subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but unexpectedly found that he could no longer move!

Not only An Baiqiu, but the twelve judges present were firmly fixed in their positions!

The cherubs danced in the air, and their incomprehensible singing echoed in the room.

Feng Ling struggled violently, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, he shouted at Wu Ling: "What are you going to do?!"

Wu Ling looked back, smiling unabated: "If you don't know, just watch carefully and read it again."

After Wu Ling finished speaking, he walked towards An Baiqiu, the blood-stained long sword looked demonic and cold under the light, without any holy meaning.

An Baiqiu was very calm, watching Wu Ling approaching every step of the way, he didn't have any superfluous reaction, and even looked on a bit coldly, as if he wasn't the one who was about to be "sanctioned".

Until Wu Ling's long sword pierced him, An Baiqiu didn't show any panic, he just stared at Wu Ling.

Wu quickly pulled out his long sword, and An Baiqiu's chest was immediately soaked in his own blood. Facing such a horrifying scene, Wu Ling could still say to An Baiqiu gently, "Goodbye."

As her words fell, the shackles on everyone seemed to disappear, An Baiqiu immediately drew out his ring-sword, jumped up and slashed at Wu Ling!

He was still bleeding, and the hole in his chest was clearly visible, but An Baiqiu didn't care about it at all, he only focused on the knife in his hand and the target in front of him.

Wu Ling didn't dodge or dodge, and she wasn't surprised by An Baiqiu's violent attack. She just stood there and felt An Baiqiu's sword slashing from the head, but she didn't even use her sword to block it.

This knife had already exhausted An Baiqiu's full strength, and An Baiqiu couldn't support it after the first knife, and was on the verge of falling, so he could only insert the ring head knife into the ground for support.

Feng Ling jumped down from the stands, stepped next to An Baiqiu in a few steps, caught An Baiqiu, and hurriedly looked for the props on An Baiqiu to force him to exit the level.

On the other side, Wu Ling collapsed on the ground after being hit by An Baiqiu, lifeless, like a piece of garbage that was discarded at random, and it still looked noble and inviolable before.

Lin Ziqian's eyes stayed on Wu Ling, he always felt that something was wrong, his mind was in a mess, but there was always something that prevented Lin Ziqian from sorting out his thoughts.

Feng Ling had already used the props to force An Baiqiu to quit, but the props failed at this moment, no matter how Feng Ling urged them to leave, they couldn't leave, so anxious that Feng Ling made some disturbing movements.

Lin Zijuan glanced at them, and then at the others on the trial bench.

Faced with this change, most people were thoughtful and didn't have too many emotional turmoil... Only Hua Zhai still looked relaxed and lazy, and didn't bother to explore the meaning of the level setting.

Sensing Lin Ziyu's gaze, Hua Zhai raised the corner of his mouth at him and mouthed a few words.But because of the distance, Lin Zijuan couldn't see what Hua Zhai said, and when he was struggling to screen, a sense of familiarity surged up inexplicably.

The scene in front of me seemed to have happened before.

Everything around him suddenly began to decay violently, Lin Ziyu only felt a stabbing pain in his head, and then lost consciousness.

·

Lin Ziyu stood in a completely unfamiliar place, with only desolation and overgrown grass in his field of vision, and there were many skeletons piled up in disorder, which really fit the theme of the skull area.

Directly in front of him was a building that was left over from an unknown age. It looked like it was only holding its last breath, but it would collapse completely if someone pushed it.

But this is nothing, what caught Lin Zi Prison's attention was the gate of the building - two broken skeletons were nailed to the left and right.

Lin Ziyu was about to take a closer look, when the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and then a figure came out.

This person's body was so dry that it was unbelievable that Lin Zijuan almost suspected that it was a skeleton with leather walking around.

The man walked not too slowly, and soon came to Linzi Prison, and said weakly: "Welcome to the latest checkpoint No. [-] in the Skeleton District. I am the supervisor Wu Ling, and I am happy to serve you."

Sure enough, this is the checkpoint of the Skeleton District. Lin Ziyu didn't accept the invitation, but he was forced to come here when the time came.

Pressing the unhappiness that wanted to spread in his heart, Lin Ziyu waited for Wu Ling's next words.

Wu Ling seemed to be a bad-spoken person, and he didn't talk nonsense with Lin Ziyu. After a moment of silence, he got to the point: "Let's check your personal information first, Lin Ziyu, male... The number of this level is No. 3."

Lin Ziqian nodded, indicating that the information was correct.

Then Wu Ling announced the rules. The rules were a bit complicated, and Wu Ling spoke very fast, as if he was in a hurry or impatient.

"Are there any questions?" Wu Ling asked.

"Is this level limited?"

Wu Ling was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Lin Ziyu to ask such a question. Under normal circumstances, checkpoints don't have time requirements, "No limit."

"Oh, that's it. Hearing you say it so fast, I thought time was tight." Lin Ziqian smiled.

Wu Ling pondered for a moment, did not answer this sentence, only said: "If you have no other questions, let's start breaking through the level."

"Okay."

Wu Ling bowed slightly to Linzi Prison, and then he disappeared on the spot. At the same time, everything around him began to come back to life. All the dead bones that could not die had grown flesh again, and the crumbling buildings had faded away from the traces of time. There was a solemn atmosphere.

Lin Zijuan walked towards the gate, and the two little angels nailed to the gate showed him the way, looking innocent and harmless.

The moment Lin Ziyu stepped into the door, he seemed to hear a low laugh from behind him.