In a certain country, in a European-style building, a man wearing a mask is walking on a long corridor. The carpet under my feet is so bright red and gorgeous, like human blood.
At the end of the corridor, a door was pushed open, and the inside was a bit colder and darker than the outside. Standing at the door, raised his eyes slightly and looked inside. The next moment, lightly tap your feet, flashing left and right, the speed can be called a ghost, like a row of phantoms.
In the blink of an eye, the masked man knelt on one leg, and his respectful voice sounded: "The meeting is over, the judge will return to the prisoner to pay his life."
"Why is it three days late?" The voice was slightly dissatisfied.
Looking for the reputation, there are five steps in front of the black-faced judge. The top of the stairs is extremely dark. All you can see is a cold light. Under the cold light, a screen appeared, and a shadow appeared behind the screen. The voice came from this shadow.
The black-faced judge raised his head slightly, looked at the shadow behind the screen, took a sigh of relief, and said respectfully: "I met an old friend."
The shadow behind the screen sighed slightly and walked out of the screen. Upon closer inspection, I saw that this person was wearing a long gown, and his age was at most about 30 years old. With a flat head, there is a domineering king of righteousness and evil in the eyebrows. He is no one else, but Han Feng, the master of the penalty
"A man who can't even control himself, how can he control his own life." The voice does not contain the slightest emotion, but contains a hint of blame.
The black-faced judge's eyes met the prisoner, and he said word by word: "There are two roads in life, the road that must be walked, I am walking, and the road I want to walk is not far away. Now I met and wanted to walk. Don’t you pretend that you don’t know each other? So, what is the meaning of everything I do?"
"It seems you know what you need." The prisoner walked down the stairs and looked at the black-faced judge: "Get up."
"Thanks prisoner." The black-faced judge stood up.
The prisoner held his hands on his back and stood beside the black-faced judge without anger. In response, the black-faced judge glanced at the prisoner and broke the silence.
"The prisoner is eager to call me back, what's the matter?"
"Do you remember the origin of the power?" the prisoner asked briefly.
The black face judge nodded: "A year and a half ago, the Infernal Hell base competed. I was punished and got a fire source, and the blood dhara got a water source. The other one was in the hands of Yan, who ranked first in the killer list. "
After speaking, I looked at the prisoner: "I don't know what the prisoner is asking for?"
"Wind, fire, water, and electricity, three of the four power sources are already present, and they are all under the control of my prison. Now the fourth power source is in sight."
As soon as this statement came out, the black-faced judge's eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice, "The prisoner called me back this time because of this power source?"
The prisoner nodded: "On the day before you participated in the Las Vegas summit, a freighter appeared on the high seas of the Pacific Ocean. It was surrounded by pirates and fired, causing a fire on the ship. Search and rescue after the incident. When the crew arrived, they found hundreds of bodies floating on the sea. These bodies included pirates and crew members on the freighter. But there was not a single survivor."
Hearing this, the black-faced judge frowned slightly: "Then what does this have to do with the origin of the power?"
"The strange thing is that these dead were not killed by knives or guns, nor by fire, nor by drowning. They died by electric shock."
"Electric shock?" The black-faced judge was surprised. The next moment he blurted out: "What the prisoner meant was that there was a source of electrical energy at the scene?"
"Yes, according to the search and rescue personnel at the time, when they rushed to the scene, they wanted to go into the water to save people, but they felt that the seawater was still a bit numb. Just ask, is there any electricity that continues to flow in the surging water? The surging sea is not enough for a little bit of high-voltage electrical energy. Then it’s not high-voltage electricity, so what would cause numbness?"
The black-faced judge sighed and said, "I have not touched the source of electricity, and I don’t know how much electricity it is. But if it can continue in the turbulent sea, it will give people a feeling of numbness, so the electricity will not be small. I am afraid that the voltage is not less than hundreds of millions of volts. It is definitely not something high-voltage electricity can have, and it is most likely the source of electricity.
"The problem now is that various organizations have sent hundreds of divers to the scene of the accident to go to the sea to salvage, but no trace of the source of electrical energy was found. From this, it is not difficult to see that the source of electrical energy was taken away by one person. The person who has the source of electricity, and he is not afraid of electricity."
The black-faced judge nodded: "If this is the case, then this person is most likely the inheritor of the origin of electricity."
The prisoner turned his head to look at the black-faced judge, and solemnly ordered: "Judge, follow the order!"
The black-faced judge sighed and knelt down on one leg with a plop, and said respectfully: "The subordinate is here!"
The prisoner turned his head back, looked straight ahead, and said word by word: "The source of electrical energy is present. You are limited to find the source of electrical energy at all costs within six months of the judge, and bring it back to prison."
Hearing this command and task, the black-faced judge looked solemn and remained silent for a while before he respectfully responded, "The judge takes his order!"
"Get up!"
The prisoner said faintly: "In this summit meeting, it is said that you were messing with a woman in the bathroom. I don't know if it is true or not?"
The black-faced judge stood up, glanced at the prisoner, gave a wry smile, and said, "Yes, I am fighting with a woman in the bathroom because she is Lan Ji Suwei. That is the friend I mentioned earlier."
As soon as this statement came out, the prisoner frowned slightly, and his deep eyes looked at the judge. At the end, without saying anything, he turned and walked up the stairs.
The black-faced judge glanced at the prisoner above the stairs, and said in a deep voice, "If the prisoner is fine, I'll be busy."
The prisoner with his back to the black-faced judge did not speak, but just raised his hand and waved.
The black-faced judge nodded, turned and walked outside. But before he took a few steps, he heard the voice of the prisoner behind him: "Which level is Wuxiang trained to?"
The black-faced judge standing in place, his body shook, the strong internal force made the surrounding wind violent, and the air became violent.
Feeling the skill of the judge, the owner of the penalty nodded in appreciation: "Yes, it is not easy to get to the third level in one and a half years. It is no worse than the master uncle back then."
"Uncle Xie praised." The judge respectfully said.
After speaking, the black-faced judge continued to move forward. But behind the prisoner’s voice sounded again: “Whether I am the identity of the uncle in your heart or the identity of the prisoner. Please remember that if you do not bring back the source of electrical energy within half a year, then the two-year agreement will be postponed. , Until you bring back the source of electrical energy. Doing so does not want you to be caught in your troubles, so that you can devote yourself to finding the source of electrical energy."