When the Chief Judge returned to the single dormitory on the sixth floor of the underground court, he just opened the door and saw a scene of decay.

Due to the long-term lack of watering, all the ornamental plants in the living room have died. The leaves are dry and fallen everywhere.

But she didn't care about this. She didn't even turn on the light. She stepped on the dead leaves and came to the refrigerator, opened the door, took out the beer from it, pulled the loop, and tilted it down.

"ah!"

After drinking a whole can, she let out a long breath, as if she was finally relieved after working overtime all night. Then she pinched the can with a "gala" and threw it aside, took out another can and walked to the sofa.

Sitting down, drinking beer, staring at the empty metal wall.

"Go back and have a good sleep. There will be an important cocktail party the night after tomorrow. You have to represent the Black Prison Trial Office."

"The master will be there, so you'd better not let him down."

What Judge No. 2 said to her before leaving was heard in his mind.

About half an hour ago, three judges dragged her out of the dirty room on the ground, cleaned her from the inside to the outside with a high-pressure water gun used by firefighters, and then threw her a new uniform and asked her to

Go back and rest.

She put on her clothes silently and took the elevator to the dormitory.

He raised his head and the electronic clock on the wall was beating quietly.

"Ah, it's been so long..."

She said to herself, raised her head and took a sip of the beer.

Time shows that it has been three weeks since she last came back.

During the three lost weeks, she could not feel the passage of time at all. She seemed to have a dream. When she woke up, she found that many days had passed.

However, the time in the dream is extremely long, as if centuries have passed, from infants to girls, to adulthood, to death, and then to come back to life, and the continuous cycle of reincarnation is endless.

She can't remember the details of the dream.

It seems like everything is like watching flowers in the fog, hazy, and you can only see the general outline, but you can't see the details clearly.

As the number one judge of the Black Prison who has changed its qualities in the conversation in Binglan City, he has master-level interrogation skills. No matter how stubborn the prisoner falls into her hands, he will eventually kneel on the ground and lick her boots and pray to her

Pity and forgiveness, so she knows more clearly than anyone else, that is her psychological protection mechanism at work.

Forced to intervene in her memory and erase the unbearable parts.

She knew that if it weren't for this mechanism, she would have gone crazy as long as she recalled a small part of the details.

So what remains are just some blurry outlines.

And these outlines will always remind her that she can make any mistakes and cannot make any mistakes.

It also reminds her all the time, who is her master and who controls everything about her.

The outline of each memory has a rough image.

For example, the adult threatened to see what color her heart was.

Then the adult saw it.

Note that this is not a literary metaphor, but a real one, observing with the naked eye, touching with hands, or even grab/kneading.

In addition to this, the adult also built a cow pasture, watched the balloons, enjoyed the musical fountain, walked the dog, rode the horse, and everything he could think of was realized.

During this period, the only thing she could feel was pain, all kinds of pain, which made people crazy, so painful that the soul wanted to leave the body.

She is like a pig sent to a slaughterhouse. She is slaughtered repeatedly every day, killing after being killed, and then slicing again after being cut. Each piece of meat is repeatedly cut, grinding, rubbing, pinching, and finally sprinkling a handful of salt.

Made into canned meat.

There is also that kind of green monster. She is scared when she sees green and subconsciously wants to avoid her sight.

It probably took a long time before she could be liberated from green phobia.

During these three weeks, she did not rest for a second, and kept wandering between awakening and coma.

When you are awake, there is only endless suffering. Even if you see the most miserable lovely life, you will feel sympathy and be glad for your luck.

During this period, her use times exceeded the number of times that a whole street of wanderings had lasted for a lifetime.

It may sound a bit exaggerated, but this is what really happened to her.

She even cursed her innate talent, and without such talent, she would not have to suffer such sin.

Although she is now sitting here intact, drinking beer, and not even a small scar on her body, her soul has been torn apart many times, like an ugly stitching monster.

She drank seven or eight cans of beer and finally fell asleep under the influence of a little alcohol.

The mental and physical fatigue made her sleep until the afternoon of the next day, and she slept for more than thirty hours. She opened the refrigerator, ate some random things, and then fell back to sleep.

I woke up again, it was noon on the third day.

After sleeping for nearly sixty hours, she finally recovered. After taking a shower and eating some food, she went to the training ground for restorative training.

Although she has experienced hell and has to face it, otherwise the good days for her parents and younger brother will be over.

Maybe this is the fate of the Sha people.

From the moment of birth, we will fight against the cruel desert until the second before our death.

At eight o'clock in the evening, she was dressed in neatly in the judge's uniform and arrived at the cocktail party on time.

"Good evening, sir, Judge!"

"Mr. Judge, you are still as glorious as ever, and you are full of heroic spirit!"

"Mr. Judge, I am honored to see you here!"

"Mr. Judge, you are really a model for us women. If you have one percent of yours, no, one ten thousand of yours, the barbarian in our family would not dare to speak so loudly to me."

"Mr. Judge, I wish you a wonderful night."

...

The nobles surrounded her, flattering and pleasing, and she was still the chief judge who was respected by thousands of people.

But, she knew that everything had changed...

At the same time, on the balcony on the other side of the party, Chen Xing was bathing in the moonlight and drinking red wine leisurely.

"The Chief Judge is here."

The ghost fox comes in to report.

"Let her come here."

"yes!"

After a while, A Qiaomu came to the balcony. When she saw Chen Xing, her legs became weak unconsciously. She had to hold on to the iron flower windows of the balcony to stand firm.

After a few deep breaths, she took a hard step forward, but her legs were as weak as noodles, and she fell to the ground in an instant.

She trembled all over, got up, and walked to Chen Xing with all her strength.

Chen Xing looked at her twice, shook the red wine in the glass, and asked slowly, "Do you know why you were asked to come?"

A Qiaomu shook his head blankly.

"It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet."

Chen Xing smiled, but the smile fell into A Qiaomu's eyes, like a devil spreading his fangs. She looked frightened and fell to the ground, hugged Chen Xing's feet, begging, "No, don't torture again."

Me, I'm willing to do anything!"

"Please, don't torture me anymore, I'm going crazy..."

Chen Xing looked down at her, pointed to his head, and reminded, "Use this..."

A Qiaomu calmed down, lowered his head and thought for a while, and looked up, "Sir, I want to tell me that in front of others, I am the chief judge of the Black Prison Trial Center, and in front of me, I am just a lowly slave."

"It seems that you are not stupid yet." Chen Xing commented.

"The slave beast knows his position and will definitely obey the orders of the adults."

"Yeah." Chen Xing nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Then tell me now, how much money are you hiding outside?"

"The slave animal has two secret accounts, a total of 79.25 million gold coins, and the father, mother and younger brother still have more than 7 million gold coins." A Qiaomu replied honestly.

"Oh?" Chen Xing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that it was 20 million more than the Secretary of Finance estimated. He thought for a while and said, "The Ursula's house belongs to the original owner, and you will leave fifty of it for you.

The rest of the settlement fee will be transferred back to the court for public accounts.”

A Qiaomu was stunned. She didn't expect Chen Xing would leave 500,000 gold coins for her parents and brother, and tears flowed out involuntarily.

"Thank you for your size, I will work diligently in the future and do my duty well!" She kowtowed on the ground with tears of gratitude.

"Get up!" Chen Xing looked at the cocktail party, "Go and do a good job of socializing as a chief judge."

"Yes!" A Qiaomu stood up and wiped away his tears.

When she left the balcony and walked into the cocktail scene again, the terrifying number one spy on the black prison returned to her body, exuding a gloomy and strict atmosphere, like a poisonous scorpion waiting for an opportunity to make everyone approach

People feel chilled.

"Sir, the Minister of Finance, Jay, ask for a meeting." The ghost fox came in to report.
To be continued...