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[Next call object: to be selected.]

The words on the black iron plate.

There were no further changes.

Below the judge's bench.

But then four soft sounds were heard.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The iron plate split in the middle.

It wasn't broken.

It's just divided into four parts.

They slid out in four directions respectively.

The first piece.

It stopped under the black wooden table.

It says:

[Register.]

The second piece.

Along the already closed branch channel.

Extending into the depths of the gravel.

[Diversion.]

The third piece.

He remains in the dock.

[Trial.]

The fourth piece.

Crossing the threshold between trial and resettlement.

[Settlement.]

Four iron plates.

There was no re-contact.

Below each piece.

There is a hollowed-out area in each one.

Chen Feng did not reach out.

Only allow the rescue rope to stop on the outside of the metal plate.

The first one to light up.

It's registration.

An anonymous nameplate.

It floats out from the surface of the iron plate.

Below the name card.

Originally, there were three columns.

【Name.】

【source.】

[Is it pending investigation?]

The three columns only paused for a moment.

The words are wet and black.

Then cover from right to left.

[Available ID.]

The name card still has no name on it.

A string of numbers automatically appeared below.

Each time the number increases by one digit.

The edge of the name card will have one less crease.

Inside the registration gate.

The wet tent in front of Zhang Hao.

Turn to the last page.

The same number.

It seeps outward from the center of the paper.

He didn't copy it into the record.

First, save the original empty columns.

Then save the overwritten numbers.

Lin Ye stood beside the black wooden table.

The old wound on my right hand is still bleeding.

Blood flowed down the knuckles.

It landed on the edge of the scabbard.

The outer layer of the primordial spirit.

Only a sliver of light remained.

He did not touch the mirror again.

Registration has not stopped.

Zhang Hao said.

Lin Ye looked at the string of numbers.

"It just no longer remembers its name."

The second iron plate lit up.

Behind the gravel in the diversion channel.

The sound of flowing water could be heard.

The broken souls of the dead in the stone hollow.

Three death certificates on his chest.

At the same time, it curves upwards.

Mine disaster.

battlefield.

Died inside the instance.

The three certificates were not merged.

But on the back of each one.

The same call number appeared in all of them.

Below the gravel.

A new wet chain slowly extends.

There is no connection to the dead.

First connect the numbers.

On the iron plate.

Two lines of text appeared one after the other.

[Input: Callable number.]

Output: Deployment location.

The screen in the mine briefly lit up.

The battlefield lit up briefly.

Fires, floods, and landslides in the distance.

They also lit up separately.

Nowhere were names asked.

There was no verification of the cause of death.

Chen Feng looked at those images.

"Register and get a number."

"Diverting people to get numbers and then sending them to others."

Wang Meng knelt beside the stone wall.

The right knee did not lift.

The dark red marks around the right palm.

It is slowly heating up.

"It's not a gift."

He said.

"Give us something usable."

Zhang Hao couldn't hear those words.

In the terminal.

However, the registration numbers were preserved separately.

With the diversion wet chain.

The two screens were not automatically merged.

The third iron plate.

Then it lit up.

The options available and the options discarded on the trial bench.

It's already broken.

Below the crack.

An earlier layer of text was revealed.

[Criminal conviction.]

[Further evidence.]

[Statement of defense.]

Three locations.

They are all empty.

Around the handwriting.

Leave the scraped-off stone dust.

New black column.

Covering over the old marks.

[Resource Rating.]

Below is still only:

[Available.]

[Discarded.]

The body of the new judge lying beside the black case.

It moved slightly.

It did not stand up.

There was no automatic stamp above its head.

It's just that vertical line on his chest.

The [Resource Rating] is off by an inch.

The ghost bride puts on her red veil.

Remove it from the judge's mirror.

Two corners are missing.

A charred burn mark.

There were no new changes.

She looked at the three empty old railings.

"It was not reviewed."

"Just pick whether it works or not."

Chen Feng did not provide a conclusion for her.

He took the third iron plate.

Record separately from the first two.

The fourth iron plate was placed.

Finally, it lights up.

Placed inside the door.

That blank mattress.

Slowly spread out to both sides.

There were no dead souls under the bed.

There was nowhere to go.

There were originally two shallow marks on the iron plate.

[Detained locally.]

[Return with valid certificate.]

Next, continue.

There is also an empty fence that is more worn out.

I can only make out two words.

【treat……】

The last word.

It has already been dug up.

Above the three old railings.

No new features are covered.

There is only one gray-white mark.

Maintenance has ceased.

The mattress is concave inward.

The dent retains the shape of a human.

But no souls fell in.

The stone chamber behind the door.

One room after another appeared.

Each room has a bed.

There was no one in any of the beds.

There was no way to leave.

The source registration law is underway.

Registration function: Still in operation.

[Registration Output: Callable ID.]

[Traffic splitting function: Still running.]

[Diversion basis: Call number.]

[Previous sections of the trial: Conviction review, evidence verification, and appeal.]

[Trial Section: Resource Rating.]

[Status: Maintenance stopped.]

Do these four functions constitute a complete underworld? No.

Whether the four functions were split from the same entity: To be investigated.

The black iron plate started vibrating again.

Between the four panels.

Each extended a thin line.

Registration line.

Connect to the diversion.

Streamline.

Connect to the distant instance screen.

The old end of the trial line.

It has been disconnected.

Only the resource rating aspect remains.

Return to registration number.

Resettlement line.

It stopped under the mattress.

There is no connection anywhere.

The four lines do not form a closed loop.

Registration and triage.

But it keeps running.

Each time a new number is generated.

A black door lit up in the distance.

Lin Ye looked at the original screen on the shared terminal.

The four iron plates were not placed.

Assemble a complete organizational diagram.

He asked Zhang Hao to create four separate records.

Register one.

Divide it into one portion.

A trial was conducted.

Settle one down.

Between each portion.

Leave blank spaces.

Behind the black wooden table.

The old chair was moved back in.

Wet stains on the chair surface.

Facing Lin Ye.

The master ledger opens automatically.

On the last page.

Two more columns have been added.

[Temporary Controller: Lin Ye.]

[The situation can be handled centrally after takeover.]

The chair was moved forward one inch.

Lin Ye did not sit down.

"Unified handling."

Zhang Hao looked at the paper.

"You can stop four things at the same time."

"They will also re-register all four locations under one person's name."

Lin Ye used the sword sheath.

Push the master book back onto the table.

The right hand did not touch the paper.

"We cannot take over."

"Then how do we shut it off?"

"Separation Gate".

Zhang Hao looked at the four records.

"Communications have not yet been restored."

Lin Ye said:

"They don't need to listen to my judgment."

"All you need to see is that everything is separated."

Zhang Hao presented four original images.

Place them into the shared channel respectively.

No title.

No conclusion has been reached.

There are only four iron plates operating independently.

Outside the hall.

Li Weiwei remains by the first row of deceased souls.

She couldn't see the words on the iron plate.

Yet one can sense four different kinds of traction.

A force pulled toward the nameplate.

A current pulled towards the black water.

A force pulled toward the judge's bench.

The last one.

It stopped beside the empty bed.

She took out four short ropes without any characters.

Fold out four loose knots.

Four ropes.

There was no contact between them.

She tied the first knot.

Place it outside the registration door.

the second.

It was placed into the collapsed diversion channel.

The third.

Stopped at the threshold of trial.

the fourth.

The bed and mat are placed facing the direction.

Each knot.

Neither of them tightened.

Chen Feng saw the third knot.

I didn't touch the automatic stamp again.

He sealed the hook.

It is placed between the ironclad judgment and the black-hearted case.

The ghost bride stood next to the fourth iron plate.

No one was laid out on a mat for the departed souls.

Wang Meng braced himself against the outside of the second iron plate with his right palm.

Dark red marks on all four sides.

It was not covered on the board.

Inside the registration gate.

Lin Ye pressed down the first record with the scabbard.

Moving around.

Complete them separately.

On the black iron plate.

At the same time, a line of text appears.

[Controller: Not specified.]

Next line.

[Shutdown method: Execute in stages.]

Registration, triage, trial, and resettlement.

Hollow in all directions.

Each of them shrank by one inch.

It did not close.

It did not become a seal.

All the white lines in the hall point to the dead.

Loosen up at the same time.

The first column of dead souls.

Stay where you are.

The mutilated souls in the stone pit of the diversion channel.

The water receded beneath our feet.

A faceless shadow before the trial gates.

No longer shift towards [Available] or [Discarded].

An empty bed in the resettlement room.

The dent has disappeared.

Not a single soul disappeared.

But the road beneath their feet.

They were gone too.

slate.

sink.

threshold.

Bed mat.

All traces that point to the next place.

They're all fading.

The source registration law is underway.

[Sub-item closed: Start.]

[Automatic destination: Temporarily suspended.]

[Current location of the deceased: Retained.]

[Subsequent whereabouts: Not found.]

[Takeover action: No action occurred.]

The souls of the dead in the long corridor did not move forward.

They did not retreat.

They stood on the gradually fading ground.

Like being left on an unfinished piece of paper.

Lin Ye looked at those images.

"Make way and stop."

He said.

"Give the choice back to them."

The voice just fell.

Inside the registration gate.

The leftmost window.

Suddenly everything opened.

It's not a single door.

Instead, they are in a row.

Above each window.

A dark red empty seal rose up in each of them.

There are no words on the seal face.

No number.

There were no people to hold the seal.

Quickly turn the pages of the wet tent.

All records marked "Pending".

They were simultaneously pushed to the bottom of the window.

The first blank seal fell.

Snapped.

The second one.

The third one.

A row of registration windows.

Start batch stamping.

And the landing point of each blank stamp.

They are all on the chests of the dead.