Zhou Lin

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

Inside the door is a rectangular, empty room.

Cold lights shone from above, gathering on a long table in the middle of the room.

The table was made of wood, with thick wood and exquisite workmanship. There were thirteen tall back chairs with armrests placed around the table.

At this moment, the chairs numbered "2" to "13" are all occupied. So, he had no choice but to go to the seat with the number "1" printed on the back.

"Huh..." He adjusted his breathing and walked slowly towards the long table.

In the process, he quickly observed the twelve people who were already seated at the table. There were men and women, dressed in different ways. The oldest looked to be around forty years old, while the youngest was only ten years old. Looks many years old.

When he approached, the twelve people seemed quite calm. Some looked at him with cold eyes, some gave him a teasing smile, and some didn't even raise their eyelids.

No one spoke a word until he sat down; this room with thirteen people present at the same time was eerily quiet, and even the sound of breathing sounded a bit ear-piercing.

He could feel... a strange atmosphere was permeating here, or in other words, it had already pervaded.

After a while, his eyes moved involuntarily to the table in front of him, because on the entire long table, there was only one thing placed there...that is, in front of "Seat No. 1".

Jingle bell bell bell—

That thing clicked, what a time.

He hesitated for a few seconds, and when more than half of the people turned their attention to him, he reached out and grabbed the receiver of the old-fashioned phone.

"Hello?" He put the receiver to his ear and responded.

In the next ten seconds, the person on the other end of the phone said a few words to him; only he could hear these words clearly, even "No. 2" and "No. 13" sitting on both sides of him could only hear them clearly. I heard a few vague syllables, but I couldn't make out the specifics.

Ten seconds later, the more obvious hang-up sound and busy tone came from the receiver.

So he sighed, hung up the phone, and then took out an I-PEN from his pocket.

He unfolded the I-PEN's electronic film to make it a "tablet" state, and then entered a set of passwords on the unlocking interface; when the screen was unlocked, a document popped up.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then raised his head and glanced at the twelve people on both sides of the long table.

Then, he read the words in the document word for word: "First of all, I would like to use the words of Mr. Juror No. 1 to apologize to everyone on my behalf, because most of you have been raped by me. Invited here using more extreme means.

"Of course, it doesn't matter whether you accept my apology or not.

"I believe that, like me, you are not the kind of person who sticks to trivial matters.

“I believe that the people who can come to this table not only have outstanding talents, but also have a mind that looks at the whole world.

"Today, I invite you here so that you can participate in a 'special trial' as jurors; as long as the thirteen people here... finally reach an agreement on the issue I provided, you can leave. ”

When Juror No. 1 read this, he suddenly put down the device in his hand, looked up at the crowd and asked, "Let me ask, are you really going to listen to me continue reading?"

No one answered him, at least, not for the first few seconds.

After a while, Juror No. 4...a man wearing a black suit, with a slicked back hair, and a scar running diagonally across his face, continued with a low voice and a calm tone: "I'm sitting here. The reason for listening is the same as the reason why you sit there and read it.”

Although he used "I" instead of "we", this sentence can obviously represent the position of others.

"Heh..." Juror No. 1 laughed dryly after hearing this, "Okay..." After saying that, he picked up the I-PEN in his hand again and continued reading, "Now let's start with the statement about this issue. The first file..."