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

Inside the door is a rectangular, spacious room.

The cool lights shone from a high place and gathered on a long table in the middle of the room.

The table was made of wooden, with thick wood and exquisite workmanship; around the table, there were also thirteen tall backrest chairs with armrests.

At this moment, there were already people on the chairs with numbers "2" to "13". So, he had no choice but to walk to the seat with the number "1" printed on the back of the chair.

"Hu..." He adjusted his breathing and moved slowly towards the long table.

During this process, he quickly observed the twelve people who had already sat down by the table; among them were men and women, dressed in different ways, the oldest looked around forty years old, and the youngest was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

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

No one spoke until he sat down; this room with thirteen people at the same time was surprisingly quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed a little pissed.

He could feel... a strange atmosphere was permeating here, or it had already spread out.

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

Dinglinglinglinglinglingling-

That thing rang, it was really time.

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

"Hey?" He put the receiver in 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 the "No. 2" and "No. 13" sitting on both sides of him could only hear a few vague syllables, but he could not hear the specific content clearly.

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

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

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

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then looked up at the twelve people on both sides of the long table.

Then, according to the text in the document, he said word by word: "First of all, I want to apologize to you on my behalf, because most of you were invited here by me by more extreme means.

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

“I believe you are not the kind of people who are just like me.

"I believe more that those who can come to this table not only have outstanding talents, but also have a mind that can look at the whole world.

"Today, I invite you all to come here to allow you as jurors to participate in a 'special trial'; as long as the thirteen here... finally reach an agreement on the issue I provide, you can leave."

Juror No. 1 read this place, suddenly put down the equipment in his hand, looked up at everyone and asked, "I'll ask, are you really going to listen to me?"

No one answered him, at least, not in those few seconds at first.

After a while, Juror No. 4... A man in a black suit, with a head-back, and a scar on his face that straddled the entire face, continued in a low voice and calm tone: "The reason why I sit here and listen to it 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.
Chapter completed!