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

Inside the door, there is a rectangular, empty room.

The cold light shone from high and gathered on a long table in the middle of the room.

The table was of wood, thick and well-made; Around the table, there are also thirteen tall chairs with armrests.

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

"Whew......" He adjusted his breathing and walked unhurriedly towards the long table.

In the process, he quickly observed the twelve men who were already seated at the table; The men and women were dressed in different ways, the oldest of whom looked to be about forty years old, and the youngest of whom was sixteen or seventeen years old.

When he approached, the twelve of them all looked quite calm, some looked at him with cold eyes, some smiled at him playfully, and some didn't even lift their eyelids.

No one spoke until he sat down; This room, where there were thirteen people at the same time, was surprisingly quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed a little piercing.

He could feel it...... An eerie atmosphere is permeating here, or rather, it has already spread.

After a while, his gaze involuntarily moved to the table in front of him, because there was only one place on the entire long table...... That is, in front of the "One Seat...... There's one thing on the table.

Jingle Bell Bell Bell –

That thing rang, what a time.

He hesitated for a few seconds, and only when more than half of the people were looking at him did he reach for the receiver of the old-fashioned phone.

"Hello?" He put the earpiece to his ear and answered.

For the next ten seconds, the person on the other end of the line said a few words to him; Only he could hear these words clearly, even the "two" and "thirteenth" sitting on either side of him only heard a few vague syllables, but they couldn't hear the specific content clearly.

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

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

He unfolded I-PEN's electronic membrane to make it a "tablet" state, and then entered a set of passwords on the unlock screen; When the screen is unlocked, a document pops up.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then glanced up at the twelve people on either side of the long table.

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

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you accept my apologies or not.

"I'm sure you, like me, aren't the kind of people who stick to small things.

"I believe that the people who can come to this table not only have great talents, but also have a heart to see the whole world.

"I invite you here today so that you may participate as jurors in a 'special trial,' as long as the thirteen of you present here...... After finally agreeing on the topic I provided, I can leave. ”

When Juror No. 1 read this, he suddenly put down the equipment in his hand, looked up at the crowd and asked, "Let me ask, do you really plan to listen to me?" ”

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

After a while, juror number four ...... A man in a black suit, with a back on his head, and a scar on his face that stretched across his face, continued, in a deep voice and in a calm tone: "I sit here and listen for the same reason as you sit there and read." ”

Although he uses "I" instead of "we", this sentence is obviously able to represent the position of others.

"Heh......" Juror No. 1 laughed dryly, "Okay......" he said, he picked up the I-PEN in his hand again, and continued to read, "Now let's start with the first file on this issue......"