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Chapter 475. Court Hearing

A large number of vases fell from the sky, and Jiang Jianxin was submerged in a sea of ​​vases.

Before she was submerged, she sensed the vase-shaped figure's shrill voice coming from outside, and her first thought was—

Why outside?

This polluted area is strange because it has no clear direction or extent, leaving people feeling lost and confused. However, if you think about it carefully, you can still see some clues.

For example, when she first came in, she saw an empty room full of blood. When she walked on the pool of blood, she was sucked into the room she was in now, where she saw a dining table and a fake Andorra. Then she walked into the darkness and saw the vase-shaped man.

—This is a falling action.

This proves that the contaminated area has at least two layers.

Jiang Jianxin belatedly realized.

Perhaps the dark, blood-soaked house she saw when she first entered the contaminated area wasn't empty.

The killer was on the first floor; it was watching her from the darkness.

"call……"

Jiang Jianxin was buried deep under a mountain of vases, the heavy porcelain almost crushing her completely.

Each attempt to struggle would trigger a heart-stopping friction and shaking, the crisp sound of porcelain colliding right next to my ears, as if it might shatter into sharp fragments at any moment.

What suffocated her even more was the intention behind those vases.

They seemed to be more than just inanimate objects; under the invisible pressure and catalyzed by this eerie space, she experienced a vivid yet terrifying illusion—

Every vase pressing down on her, or even piled on top of her, with its dark, gaping mouth, seemed to want to "crawl" toward her head.

The smooth porcelain neck seemed to strangle her, and the enlarged belly of the bottle wanted to devour her face, engulfing her entire head, like creating a cruel work of art, turning her into the kind of vase-like person seen before.

The healing power can heal her wounds, but it cannot prevent mind control.

In this situation, there are only two feasible options: one is to summon the Grim Reaper's Scythe, stab oneself with it, and return to the position of the God of Death.

This mastermind might have a way to deal with the Reaper's Scythe alone, but they are helpless against the God of Death.

The second method is to wait for the player who knows the move to make their move.

Generally, in a game between strategists, it's a back-and-forth exchange, but this behind-the-scenes manipulator made several moves in a row, while the predictor remained silent.

Jiang Jianxin considered the two options for a moment, then suddenly remembered that the Predictor had once asked a chess piece to tell her not to return to her original position in the Death Order.

It seems that only one option remains at this point.

Thinking of that simple blue diary, she chose to trust Lao Ji once again.

Jiang Jianxin gave up struggling.

Each breath she took squeezed the little space left in her chest.

Those cold, slippery vases no longer simply pressed down on her, but rather, like living silt, slowly and viscously surged up, enveloping her limbs and wrapping around her torso.

"call……"

The gap was completely filled, making it impossible to move.

In the distance, sharp, inhuman laughter pierced through the eardrums in layers. It was the laughter of the vase-like people, their voices filled with twisted pleasure and malicious anticipation.

At that moment, a ceramic vase with an especially wide mouth and a cold, bluish rim slowly pressed against her forehead.

The inside of the bottle's mouth is deep and dark, as if it leads directly to another suffocating realm.

She could feel those smooth edges trying to pry open her last connection with the outside world, to ensnare her, and then tighten...

Just as that heavy shadow was about to engulf her entire vision—

"Om..."

A strange tremor ran deep within my mind. Suddenly, countless flickering, dancing snowflakes exploded before my eyes, instantly covering all the terrifying scenes.

Jiang Jianxin felt a sudden lightness in his body, followed by an sensation as if he had been pulled from his original position by some irresistible force. "Buzz..."

The lighting and shadows are stable.

She sat in a heavy, cold, high-backed chair.

The space I was in was tall and solemn, filled with an invisible pressure.

This is a courtroom, with a solemn and rigorous structure, featuring a high dome, dark wood paneling, and rows of empty audience seats.

However, what vaguely appeared on the judges' and even the audience seats were not human figures, but rather some indescribable, eerie outlines that could only be sensed as they filled the seats.

Jiang Jianxin found himself in the front row of the judging panel area.

She wore a pure black robe, with a wide hood hanging down, shrouding most of her face in deep shadow.

Before her, on a heavy long table, stood a plaque radiating a soft golden light. On the plaque were clear, cold inscriptions:
[The Supreme God (Death Order)]

Right to her left, at the same horizontal level, another long table of the same style was empty.

There is also a sign on the table with the following inscription:

【The Supreme God (Preface)】

But there was no one there.

Jiang Jianxin was completely bewildered and had no clue what to do about his current situation.

But she instinctively remained still, suppressing all her emotions beneath her black robe, sitting silently like a statue in the seats reserved for those around her.

Just then, directly in front of the courtroom, the air slightly distorted, and a semi-transparent panel silently appeared, displaying black text:

[This is currently a court meeting convened by the Supreme God of Death.]

A beam of pale light descended from the dome and enveloped Jiang Jianxin.

Under the light, the shadow of the black robe became even darker, completely swallowing the face within the hood, leaving only a silent, dignified, and utterly indifferent silhouette.

Whispers from the other eerie figures around them began to circulate:

"The God of Death and Silence convenes a tribunal for judgment?"

"Wasn't this guy executed for committing a crime? When did he end up in court?"

"Perhaps they couldn't find a loophole in the Basic Law, so it's inconvenient for them to take action."

"It's rare to see the God of Death and Silence personally appear in court."

The strange language was a somewhat difficult-to-pronounce phrase, but Jiang Jianxin understood it all.

Behind her were all sorts of ghosts and gods. She sat stiffly in the surrounding area, not daring to move at all.

The seats of the truths are on her side, because the Lord's Truth did not attend, so many branches of the Truth were also absent.

The images of truth presented at the meeting were mostly clumps of black thread, only the shapes of the threads varied.

Jiang Jianxin saw the sign that read "The Answer is Truth," and behind it was a ball of black yarn that looked fluffy and neatly twisted.

Upon seeing her old friend's true form for the first time, she was slightly surprised, but before she could examine it closely, the words on the panel changed:

The theme of this court hearing was "Suspected deities overstepping their bounds, interfering in human affairs, and harming the innocent," which seriously violates Article 1 of the Basic Law, "Ignorance is no excuse."

[We request that Inspector No. 23 provide evidence.]

As they were talking, Jiang Jianxin noticed that there were also people sitting in the witness stand on the side of the courtroom.

Andor sat there in his dark purple inspector's uniform, his face still somewhat pale, showing that he had not fully recovered.

But he had already raised the purple sign in front of him:
"Inspector No. 23 requests the projection of memories."

(End of this chapter)