Lord God decides to die

Chapter 110

What Lin Pei saw and knew, all of this was out of Ni Zijiao's vision. --*--Fast update, no anti-theft on www.ffbook.cc-*---

Now he is having a great time by himself.

Ever since he and Zhan Weiwei appeared with their crow mouths, this normally serious judge seems to have taken the lead, saying a prophecy every few minutes.

——For example, if he designs a secret passage, when they walk on the road, a surprise box will pop out from the corner, and it will explode when opened, but it will collapse if the corridor is not opened.

——For another example, a mirror can be set on the ceiling of the dark passage. Once the mirror shines on a person with signs of life, the same NPC will be engraved to attack the intruder.

Then, no matter how incredible and crazy the prophecy was, the corresponding agency would suddenly appear in front of them the second he finished speaking, and attack the group of people indiscriminately.

No matter how frightened they were, the priests who were loyal to Ni Zijiao had no choice but to bite the bullet and turn into a corpse in the frightening fight in order to protect the Lord God in the team.

But Ni Zijiao was naturally heartless, so he actually watched it with great enthusiasm.The few timid ones panicked and moved away from Zhan Future, fearing that he would say something shocking again.

The corpses of colleagues have been paved all the way!

Perhaps it was the Master God who finally realized his conscience, Ni Zijiao turned his head away, and his tone was still casual.

"Have you had enough?"

Tacoma swallowed, shook his legs and looked at the leisurely Zhan Future, and said with a sad face: "Yes, you, you... can you stop playing? Even if you don't care about your subordinates, you should consider it." How about the feeling of Father God?"

Zhan Future's tone seemed to be quite puzzled: "Do you not care about your subordinates?"

"Yes, yes! Don't you think that as long as you open your mouth, anything will come true?"

After hearing Tacoma's words, Zhan future touched his chin and looked at him with a smile.

Zhan Future didn't say a word, but Ni Zijiao did.

He moved his gaze to a figure with a kelp head, and asked slowly, "Can't you hear me? I'm talking to you."

The kelp-headed Tacoma was taken aback.

Ni Zijiao asked Zhan Future again: "I remember that in the code, the deliberate killing of five second-level officials of the trial court and the attempted murder of the presiding judge. If the two crimes are added together, no matter how high the status is, it is also a capital punishment, right?"

Zhan Weilai replied respectfully: "As expected of God the Father, indeed—"

After all, he also looked at Tacoma with deep eyes.

——This crime, even the most noble art elves, cannot escape.

Seeing the two of them staring at him, Tacoma shuddered: "You, what are you talking about, why don't I know?"

Zhan Future smiled, and said amiably: "If my words come true, then from now on, there will be no more traps." Is it okay?"

Everyone was at a loss when they heard the conversation of the three.However, the presiding judge, who had a prophetic mouth, suddenly realized his conscience, which really made them breathe a sigh of relief.

The employees of the trial court who were almost insane after being tortured by the secret agency finally calmed down, stepped aside silently, and began to eat melons.

Father God actually personally held His Majesty the Elf...

It always feels like something earth-shattering will happen before their eyes!

Tacoma sat slumped on the ground, and seemed to understand what Ni Zijiao meant at this time, and hurriedly argued: "You said I was the one who arranged the secret passage? The judge also said that the design of this secret passage is too perfunctory and old-fashioned , if I—”

He was taken aback, quickly covered his mouth, and quietly looked at Ni Zijiao.

"You will have a more sophisticated design, I believe it." Ni Zijiao glanced at him, leaned against the wall, and looked at the endless road ahead, "I still remember that after Ma Liang left, the Misty Church Surveillance systems are only beginning to be deprecated.”

Tacoma thought about it for a while, then nodded: "Yes, maybe it was at that time that the Church of the Misty was taken advantage of, and was dug out of this secret passage..."

Ni Zijiao lightly interrupted him: "But whether it's what I'm investigating or what the trial court is investigating, the cause is before Ma Liang's death."

Tacoma said awkwardly: "Maybe someone is for other purposes."

Ni Zijiao looked at his direct subordinates who were utterly timid on the surface with great interest.

The evidence in his hands has been gathered almost, but he still can't help but want to applaud Tacoma's sophisticated brain.

Ni Zijiao knew that Tacoma deliberately exposed this secret passage in front of them to divert their attention, but he didn't expect that Tacoma would even find his next home.

The actual area of ​​this secret passage is not under the Misty Church, but has been cast with a space-distortion spell and transferred to the vast mansion of the fictitious territory.

His son Wuyou had a part in the killing of Ma Liang. If the evidence was not conclusive, he would indeed suspect Wuyou.

"Don't go around the bush, let me just say it. Tacoma, you are the one who caused the evil. The reason why the mechanism appeared just now is not the 'word spirit' at all, but you are making trouble." Ni Zijiao narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "That surname Where is Ni, and where are the people in the trial court, tell them all."

Tacoma burst into tears.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Why should I lie to you? You can't impose charges on me just because I'm a soft persimmon! This will only let the real culprit get away with it!"

Zhan Future dragged out a stool from another dimension for Ni Zijiao to sit on, and asked the transcript officer in the accompanying team to start recording Tacoma's speech.

Even though it is not a formal court, the judge is the Master God, which is much higher than the standard of the trial court to hear the case.

Tacoma cried fiercely, and said with snot and tears: "What's the point of me killing these people? Where should I hide the person you mentioned? You have also been to the Palace of the Bridge It’s exactly the same as the blueprint, the other places are not my territory, they have been taken away by other art elves, where can I hide these people?”

The employees of the Inquisition Court who were squatting in the corner and eating melons looked at each other in blank dismay.

The Tacoma's confession is indeed comfortable.Everyone in the main god world knows that Tacoma is the most fearful of art elves.After the art elves were selected and released, everyone else was excitedly dividing the fertile soil of the main god's world into their own territory, only Tacoma remained motionless.

His colleagues are all earning a lot of gluttony, but he has nothing, so he can only be a lonely gatekeeper with his bridge palace in his arms.

Ni Zijiao sat on the stool and patiently waited for Tacoma to cry enough before continuing.

"Don't think that if I die a few puppets, I will become a waste. The formation time of that secret passage was one second before I saw it. As I said, I don't doubt your creativity. Build the entire endless secret passage in seconds, only you can do it in the main god world. Don't rush to deny it - you are admitting, is there anyone else whose architectural modeling level is higher than yours?"

Hearing what Ni Zijiao said, Tacoma suddenly fell silent.

Art elves have their own pride. Tacoma is flattened and rounded by Chang'e and others on weekdays, and there is some bottom line for being an elf in my heart.

Ni Zijiao continued: "You panicked when you saw that we were investigating the works you built one by one. You wanted to divert our attention to others, so you built this secret passage leading to Guangsha."

Zhan Weiwei interjected with a smile: "You have a good eye. You have a rich criminal record, and if the trial court comes out, you will definitely find a bunch of scams."

Tacoma's eyes turned red, and he couldn't bear to shout: "I don't know what you are talking about at all! You said I was panicking, did I stop you from searching my works? There has never been a problem with the buildings passed by my hands. If If you don't believe me, you can always look for it, I am absolutely innocent!"

Ni Zijiao narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself.

When Tacoma said "keep looking", it didn't hesitate at all.

It is very likely that his and Zhan's future goals are indeed not in the palace of the six art elves.

Tacoma's territory is indeed only as small as the Palace of the Bridge, if you want to hide people——

Ni Zijiao raised his head and stared at Tacoma's head.

Tacoma suddenly sensed his gaze, his hairs stood up suddenly, his eyelids twitched wildly, and subconsciously wanted to run away, Zhan Future quickly ordered his subordinates to hold him down.

Amidst the screams of the building elf, Ni Zijiao slowly squatted down, grabbed his black hair, and pulled it off easily.

Compared with real hair, this pull is too easy.

Tacoma cried heart-rendingly, rolling on the ground with his bare head in his arms, Ni Zijiao looked at the black kelp-like object in his hand, and was speechless for a while.

……wig.

Ni Zijiao tried to compare it with the information given by Lin Pei.

It was dark all around—the Tacoma wigs were black indeed.

It is impossible to tell whether it is day or night - Tacoma spends most of the time nestled in the Palace of the Bridge. Although there is light, the sun and the moon are indeed invisible.

Dimly lit - that's natural, the wig is so densely rooted that it would be damned if the light came through.

The information matched, but Ni Zijiao almost didn't come up in one breath.

The place where the object of his heart was hidden turned out to be a wig? !

His building sprites are so fucking creative!

Tacoma's wig was pulled, and he finally stopped pleading, got up from the ground in disgrace, and began to confess his crimes.

In the past, Tacoma was indeed a timid and good boy.

But also because he was too timid, he was often dragged to work for nothing.But in the matter of architecture, from design, surveying and mapping, simulation to actual engineering, the designer has to do it himself. Tacoma is also gradually bald under the stacking of design drawings one after another.

It was originally a harmless thing, but Tacoma, who had no hair to fall, was horrified to find that he had lost his inspiration because of his baldness!

For an all-round architect who prides himself on his creativity, this is an intolerable crime!

He spent a whole day thinking hard, and finally got a way out of the predicament.

As long as knowledge is absorbed from the brain of a wise and wise elder, his inspiration will never be exhausted.

A long time ago, Tacoma could only go around guerrilla wise sages; after the Inquisition was established, he targeted a group of highly respected jurors in the Inquisition.

It just so happened that most of the juries were born in the study of mathematical theory.

Let me ask you, who in this world is more intelligent and creative than Wells, Abel and other outstanding mathematicians, and has more nutrition in their brains!