togophonebook Chapter 154 Two Chief Judges of the Judgment Board
Chapter 154 Two Chief Judges of the Judgment Board
The tower didn't stop.
Go straight through the top of the sixth floor.
The stone platform continues upwards.
A table has been added to the stage.
Two lines are engraved on the tabletop.
A black line.
A white strip.
Center of the desktop.
It was pressing down on a jade plaque.
There are three characters engraved on the sign.
"The Judgment Board".
Below the jade plaque.
There are also lines of smaller text.
"Dual leadership system".
Chen Fan had just steadied himself.
Liu Yuan had already stepped onto the platform from the other side.
The stack of papers in his hand.
Now they are all floating in front of me.
They lined up in a row.
Like an array.
Si Mo's voice came from the ceiling.
"The sixth floor."
"The ruling should be made swiftly."
Both parties took their seats simultaneously.
"Submit conclusion entry".
"Who will suppress the fifteen valid rulings first?"
Who will win?
Liu Yuan sat down.
He was sitting on the side with the black line.
The chair rose automatically.
Words appeared on the back of the chair.
"Head of the Recycling Court."
Chen Fan stepped onto the white line.
The chair had just been raised.
Liu Yuan has already thrown out the first piece of paper.
The paper is unfolded.
It says so.
"Ruling One".
"Huaguo Mountain has been designated as a high-risk restricted area."
"in accordance with."
"The Seventh Article of the Old Heavenly Court Joint Defense Regulations"
A golden light shone from the corner of the paper.
The judge's bench trembled.
Black lines on the desktop.
It was pushed forward three inches.
Chen Fan did not sit down.
He was standing.
He also threw out a piece of paper.
"Ruling One".
"The Ninth Experimental Field of Unauthorized Pre-judgment by the Recycling Court."
"in accordance with."
"Huaguo Mountain officially numbered".
"Number Zero".
The paper fell onto the table.
Push the white line back two inches.
Liu Yuan has already thrown out the second piece of paper.
"Rule Two".
"Chen Fan illegally possessed the system."
"in accordance with."
Article 3 of the Heavenly Court System Management Law.
The black line moved forward another four inches.
The desktop started shaking.
In Chen Fan's hands.
The paper was unfolded.
"Rule Two".
"The Huaguoshan system has completed the recognition of its master."
"It has been rewritten from the discarded drafts."
"in accordance with."
"Victory record in the third arena".
The white line suddenly rushed forward.
Push it directly to the center line.
Liu Yuan's third piece of paper has arrived.
"Rule Three".
"A system without morality is uncontrollable."
"It needs to be frozen immediately."
The black line pushes past the center line.
Press down to the edge of the white line.
Chen Fan didn't rush to throw the paper.
He pointed behind him.
Tang Sanzang stepped onto the stage.
He was holding a statement in his hand.
On the testimony.
The golden seal of Buddhism floats on it.
"Buddhist sects illegally control witnesses."
"Forcibly implanting the golden headband."
"The evidence is conclusive."
The testimony fell onto the table.
The white line starts to push back.
Yang Jian also came up.
He was holding a tattered page in his hand.
The edges of the tattered page were charred.
It says so.
"The old Heavenly Court's secret order to induce law enforcement."
The torn pages were pressed onto the table.
The white line has crossed the center line.
Start pushing towards the black line.
Liu Yuan twitched his finger.
The fourth sheet of paper is unfolded.
"Rule Four".
"The Huaguoshan organization is illegal."
"It needs to be disbanded."
The black line has stabilized.
Stay where you are.
Chen Fan threw out the fourth card.
"Rule Four".
"The court made an overreaching preliminary ruling."
"Records of the Ninth Experimental Field".
"Earlier than the formal filing of the case."
The words on the paper lit up.
It's not golden light.
It's the kind of scorch mark left by a flame burning through the paper.
On the desktop.
The black line began to recede.
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches.
Liu Yuan's fifth sheet of paper.
It was halfway through.
stopped.
On the paper.
The ink was trembling.
Chen Fan saw it.
On Liu Yuan's wrist.
A line emerges.
That line connects to the ceiling.
On the ceiling.
Three golden beams of judgment.
Now there are only two left.
Chen Fan threw out the fifth card.
"Rule Five".
"Liu Yuan preemptively decided on the Ninth Experimental Field."
"Original page".
"It's in my hands."
On the stage.
Everyone stopped.
Liu Yuan's hand.
It stopped in mid-air.
The piece of paper that was tossed in half.
It fell down.
Ink stains on paper.
It started flowing back.
It flowed back into the paper.
Chen Fan took a piece of paper out of his pocket.
The paper is old.
The edges are yellowish.
The words above.
It wasn't written.
It was engraved on.
"Ninth Experimental Field Pre-Trial Record".
"The adjudicator."
"Recycling Courtyard".
"Liu Yuan".
"Preliminary ruling date".
"Before Huaguo Mountain was officially numbered."
The paper is spread out.
Two lines on the table.
It shook at the same time.
The black line began to shrink back.
It shrank very quickly.
It felt like something was pulling me back.
Liu Yuan on the back of his chair.
The line reads "Head of the Recycling Court".
It started flashing.
It flashed three times.
It's gone.
The chair collapsed.
Liu Yuan stood up.
In his hands.
Clutching the last stack of papers.
Paper corner.
Start burning.
It wasn't burned.
That kind.
The light that ignited the privileges.
Si Mo's voice.
It suddenly dropped.
"The sixth level of the ruling will be expedited."
"Chen Fanxian has met five valid rulings."
"Chen Fansheng was appointed as the judge of the Tower Ascension Court."
"You can go up to the seventh floor."
The golden light of judgment on the ceiling.
There's only one left.
That light.
It hit Chen Fan directly.
On the desktop.
Push the white line to the bottom.
The black line disappeared.
Liu Yuan held the stack of burning paper in his hand.
Press it on the desktop.
The paper burned through the tabletop.
It burned a hole in it.
He said.
"Chen Fan".
"You think the sixth floor won."
That's it.
On his wrist.
That line that connects to the ceiling.
It starts to get thicker.
Inside the line.
Something is seeping out.
It's not blood.
That kind.
The light of proxy holding authority.
Inside the light.
Wrapped in words.
"Reclaim the evidence on behalf of the court."
"Liu Yuan".
"Apply for the seventh floor."
"Desperate ruling."
On the table.
That hole that was burned out.
A cold wind started blowing out.
In the wind.
Interspersed with sounds.
"The seventh floor."
"Continue writing platform".
"allow."
The tower began to rise again.
Chen Fan stood there.
Liu Yuan was also standing.
Two people.
Across from that burnt-through judgment table.
In Liu Yuan's palm.
That stack of papers.
It's all burned.
Ash.
It landed on the table.
Each piece of gray.
They burned a small hole in the table.
He said.
"The seventh floor."
"It's not a ruling."
"It's a fight to the death."
"Your evidence."
"Your number."
"All your rulings."
"I can write any sequel."
Chen Fan stared at his wrist.
That line is getting thicker and thicker.
Inside the line.
The words started crawling out.
"The sequel writer".
"Liu Yuan".
"The nominee shareholding authority has been activated."
"You will bear the consequences."
The tower ascends through the top of the sixth floor.
The door on the seventh floor.
opened.
Behind the door.
It's not a platform.
It's a piece of paper.
Very big.
From ceiling to floor.
On the paper.
It was pressed down by the golden headband.
On the golden hoop.
The text is still there.
"The one who breaks the band."
"Chen Fan".
But on the edge of the golden hoop.
New words begin to appear.
"Continue writing the application."
"Liu Yuan".
"Target."
"Chen Fanquan's ruling."
The words floated halfway up.
stopped.
Chen Fan saw it.
On the golden hoop.
His line of text.
"Chen Fan, the one who broke the band."
Start burning.
Chapter 448 Going to the Seventh Floor
The door on the seventh floor.
Close it behind you.
In front of Chen Fan.
It's paper.
Very big.
From ceiling to floor.
A golden hoop was pressed down on the paper.
The inscription on the golden hoop is still there.
"The one who breaks the band."
"Chen Fan".
But the words are burning.
It burns very slowly.
It looks like someone is using a cigarette butt to burn the edge of a piece of paper.
Round and round.
Take it in.
Four people were standing behind Chen Fan.
The Bull Demon King was panting heavily.
Six Ears gripped the stick.
The blood on the wings of the Golden-Winged Roc hadn't dried yet.
The White Bone Demon stared at the paper.
On the edge of the paper.
Start displaying the text.
"Continue writing the application."
"Liu Yuan".
"Target."
"Chen Fanquan's ruling."
The words floated halfway up.
stopped.
On the golden hoop.
Chen Fan's words burned even faster.
"What is this thing?"
The Bull Demon King took a step forward.
on the floor.
The line suddenly lit up.
The thread peeks out from under the paper.
It's not gold.
It is gray.
Draw a circle with gray lines.
There were five people standing in the circle, including Chen Fan.
Outside the circle.
It's the remaining area on the seventh floor.
The place is very big.
The ceiling is very high.
It's so high you can't see the top.
But I can see things.
The items are hanging from the ceiling.
Row after row.
It looks like strips of cloth hanging out to dry.
There were words written on the strip of cloth.
"The Third Experimental Field".
"fail."
"Recycle."
Another one.
"The Seventh Experimental Field".
"fail."
"Recycle."
One more thing.
"Eleventh Experimental Field".
"fail."
"All will be recycled."
Strips of cloth hung down from the ceiling.
It hangs down to three feet above the ground.
Each one has a name written on it.
Each name is followed by the word "recycling".
Only the very middle one is empty.
There were only four characters written on it.
"The Ninth Experimental Field".
There is no "recycle" option after that.
It's empty.
Chen Fan stared at the empty strip of cloth.
The system sound suddenly went off.
"Ninth Experimental Field Number Detected"
"Current status".
"Unmarked recycling".
"Unmarked and reserved".
"To be determined".
"The right to decide".
"At the continuation writing station."
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze.
The words on the paper are still burning.
But it only burned halfway.
Stopped.
The words "Chen Fan" are on the golden hoop.
Half remains.
Roll up the charred black edges.
"What do you mean?"
Liu Er came closer.
"It's burning but not completely burned."
Why leave half of it?
Chen Fan did not answer.
He turned to look at the other end of the seventh floor.
There is a door there.
The door was open.
There was someone standing at the door.
Si Mo.
He leaned against the door frame.
There was no pen in his hand.
I didn't bring any paper.
Just standing there.
Looking at Chen Fan.
"I can't go in."
Si Mo said.
"The seventh floor."
"There can only be people vying for the root certificate."
"And their team."
"I."
"It's a bystander privilege."
"Stand by and watch".
"We cannot seize power."
"That's the rule."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Then you just watch."
Si Mo didn't speak.
He took a step back.
They retreated inside the doorway.
The door wasn't closed.
But gray lines started to appear on the door frame.
Gray lines intersect to form a network.
The net blocked the door.
Si Mo's face was behind the grid.
I can't see their expressions clearly.
"Chen Fan".
Simo's voice came through the grid.
"The rules for the seventh floor are very simple."
"Continue writing on stage."
"Both parties submit."
"A definition of the world."
"Whose approval?"
"Who will get the resident certificate?"
"It won't pass."
"Recycle."
"All will be recycled."
Chen Fan stared at the pair of eyes behind the grid.
"A definition of the world."
"What do you mean?"
Si Mo did not answer.
He disappeared.
The door is still there.
The grid is still there.
But there was no one behind the door.
Chen Fan turned around.
The words on the paper started moving again.
This time it's a new character.
"definition."
"submit."
"Chen Fan".
"Liu Yuan".
"both sides."
"at the same time."
The words surfaced.
A crack suddenly appeared on the paper.
The seam is cut down from the middle.
Cut the paper in half.
There is a single character written on the left.
"List."
There are two words written on the right.
"Liu Yuan".
The golden hoop.
Still in the middle.
The two characters "Chen Fan" were burned to half their original size.
It landed right on the dividing line.
"This paper."
The White Bone Demon suddenly spoke.
"It's not paper."
She pointed to the paper.
"It's the root."
"Those lines."
"It's roots."
Chen Fan looked down.
There are indeed patterns on the paper.
Very fine.
Like tree roots.
It also resembles a blood vessel.
Roots sprouted from under the golden band. This took several days.
It covered the entire sheet of paper.
They drilled down again.
They crawled into the floor.
Chen Fan stomped on the floor.
Hard.
不是纸。
"This is the seventh floor."
The Golden-Winged Roc raised its head.
"It's not a tower."
"It is a projection of the root cause of the entity."
He pointed to the strips of cloth on the ceiling.
"Those experimental fields."
"All of them failed to prove their innocence."
"It's been recycled."
"The name is displayed here."
"As a specimen."
The Bull Demon King's Adam's apple bobbed.
"specimen."
"you mean."
"Forty-three strips of cloth."
"Forty-three."
The Golden-Winged Roc interrupted him.
"Not forty-three."
"It's ninety-nine."
The Bull Demon King looked up and started counting again.
There are too many strips of cloth.
countless.
But it can be vaguely seen.
The corners were crammed even more tightly.
Some are as small as the palm of your hand.
The name is also illegible.
"Ninety-nine experimental sites."
"The Golden-Winged Roc said."
"Hang up ninety-nine of them."
"The last one is empty."
"It's the Ninth Experimental Field."
"That is to say."
"Ours."
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
Chen Fan remained silent.
He stared at the empty strip of cloth.
The strips of cloth were swaying.
There was clearly no wind.
But it was swaying.
"In other words..."
Chen Fan said.
"Our Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"It hasn't been judged yet."
"So I hung it up."
"No recycling is specified."
"There was no reservation written either."
"Wait for us at the continuation table."
"Give it an ending."
The voice just fell.
The door on the seventh floor.
That door that just closed.
It was kicked open from the outside.
The door panel flew in.
It hit outside the gray coil.
It was crushed into wood chips.
There was someone standing at the door.
Liu Yuan.
He was followed by three people.
They were all wearing the black robes of the Recycling Court.
The robe was embroidered with gold patterns.
The gold patterns are moving.
It looks alive.
Liu Yuan was holding something in his hand.
Paper.
The ruling document.
Golden flames burned on the paper.
Words were encased in flames.
"Emergency access".
"In charge."
"Liu Yuan".
"Apply."
"Root evidence recovery".
"Prerequisites".
"Remove obstacles to continuing the writing process."
He tossed the paper into the air.
The paper is burning.
The net woven from gray thread was burned through.
The ceiling of the seventh floor.
Suddenly it lit up.
It's not light.
It is a root.
Golden roots.
They crawled out from the crack in the ceiling.
Plunge downwards.
It pierced the floor.
It completely covered the seventh floor.
"Chen Fan".
Liu Yuan walked in.
Step into the gray coil.
"The seventh floor."
"Only the final winner will be recognized."
"You and I."
Only one person can leave.
The three men in black robes behind him.
He also stepped into the industry.
The gray lines in the circle started to burn.
It was burned to a golden color.
"You're bringing four people."
Liu Yuan said.
"I'll bring four too."
"fair."
He had barely finished speaking.
A fourth man in black robes walked in from outside the door.
This person walks silently.
Last one left.
It's a shadow.
The shadow dragged on the ground.
It was stretched very long.
It grew so long it reached from the doorway.
I kept dragging it until I reached the writing station.
In the shadows.
It was wrapped up in something.
Lotus platform.
A broken lotus platform.
Chen Fan recognized the lotus platform.
I've seen the sixth floor.
Inside the courtroom.
The chair Liu Yuan was sitting in.
Under the chair.
It's just a lotus pedestal.
"I'm here."
Liu Yuan pointed to the fourth man in black robes.
"Recycling Court Cleaner".
"Full-time".
Clear variables.
"Chen Fan".
"You are in his eyes."
"It's just a variable."
"Variables that need to be cleared".
The system notification sounded again.
"Upgrade of management privileges detected."
"Overflow of adjudicative authority."
"Current field".
"The seventh floor."
Number of participants.
Ten people.
Number of experimental fields.
"Ninety-nine."
"Right of judgment".
"Hand it over to the writing station."
"Notes"
"If the Ninth Experimental Field is deemed successful on the Continuation Platform."
"Then the Ninth Experimental Field."
"Upgrading can be applied for."
"For the new tower sequence embryo."
"Independent number".
"Run independently".
"No longer subject to the authority to recycle old towers."
The Bull Demon King heard this.
His fist clenched.
"Independent number".
"Run independently".
"In other words..."
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"They can support themselves now."
The White Bone Demon raised her fingertip and a ray of light flashed.
"Not self-reliance."
"It's an upgrade."
"From the experimental field."
"To become the tower itself."
Liu Yuan's expression changed.
He stared at Chen Fan.
"You heard me."
"The system is just making empty promises."
"To make you feel like you can win."
"It can be upgraded."
"Able to be independent."
Chen Fan nodded.
"I heard you."
"So now."
"I have to win."
Liu Yuan sneered.
He walked to the writing desk.
On the stage.
The paper was still torn.
The word "Chen" is written on the left.
The right side reads "Liu Yuan".
The seam in the middle.
It's getting wider and wider.
"Let's begin."
Liu Yuan placed his hand on the paper on the right.
"submit."
"My definition of the world."
On paper.
The words on the right started burning.
A pattern is burned out.
The pattern is round.
There is a word in the center of the circle.
"Recycle."
The words spread outwards.
Turn it into a paragraph.
"Unified recycling".
"Unified management".
"Eliminate variables".
"Sustainable and stable".
Liu Yuan stopped.
His words were printed on paper.
Golden lettering.
Each character was pressed deep into the roots.
Chen Fan saw it.
That seam.
I moved an inch closer to him.
The golden roots on the right side of the paper.
Start climbing to the left.
Climb through the crack.
Climb over to him.
"Chen Fan".
Liu Yuan said.
"It's your turn."
"submit."
"Your definition of the world."
Chen Fan reached out his hand.
Press it onto the left side of the paper.
The paper was cold.
The roots moved beneath his palm.
He didn't rush to write.
He turned around and looked at the four people behind him.
The Bull Demon King clenched his fists.
The six-eared stick was held horizontally in front of him.
The blood on the Golden-Winged Roc's wings was almost dry.
The White Bone Demon stared at him.
In the eyes.
bright.
Chen Fan turned around.
My finger is pressed on the paper.
Ready to write.
On paper.
Suddenly, two words popped up.
He didn't write it.
The paper floated to the surface on its own.
"Not recycled."
Two characters floated on the left side of the paper.
The handwriting is very faint.
It's so pale it looks like it was written with water.
But Liu Yuan saw it.
Simo is behind the grid.
I saw it too.
A cold smile appeared on Liu Yuan's face.
froze.
Chapter 449 Liu Yuan's World
"Not recycled."
Three words floated on the paper.
Liu Yuan stared.
The cold smile on his lips gradually disappeared.
He raised his head.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"What do you think?"
Write these three words.
"it works?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
His finger was still pressed on the paper.
The words on the paper began to change.
The words "not recycled" are used.
It looks like it's been soaked in water.
The strokes are scattered.
They reassemble into new words.
"Recycle."
"It is the only solution."
This was not written by Chen Fan.
The paper is writing on itself.
It was Liu Yuan's application to continue writing.
Automatically fill in the content.
Si Mo opened the door behind the grid.
"The continuation writing platform accepts applications."
"Liu Yuan is in charge."
Please elaborate.
Liu Yuan stood up.
The gold patterns on his black robe began to shine.
One by one.
Like chains that have come to life.
"variable."
Liu Yuan said.
"The core issue of all experimental fields."
"They are all variables."
He pointed to the paper with his finger.
The pattern emerges from the paper.
A circle.
There are countless lines moving inside the circle.
"Every line."
"It represents the choice of a living being."
"The more choices you have..."
"The larger the variable."
"The larger the variable."
"The less accurate the assessment."
Liu Yuan's finger stopped.
Suddenly all the lines in the circle snapped.
"Recycle."
"It means resetting the variable to zero."
"Let's evaluate it."
"Back to a controllable range."
Sun Wukong squatted down next to Chen Fan.
The golden cudgel rests horizontally on his knee.
he asks.
"Controllable range?"
"Whose control is it?"
Liu Yuan glanced at him.
"The controllability of the continuation platform."
"Controllability of outer rules".
"The controllability of the entire experimental architecture."
On paper.
The broken lines reassembled.
They formed a network.
The center of the network.
It consists of three characters.
"The power of adjudication."
Liu Yuan said.
"What do you think the ruling is?"
"Is it about judging right or wrong?"
"no."
"The ruling is a cost-benefit analysis."
He ran his fingers across the paper.
The nets began to shrink.
Every inch it shrinks.
Some lines were twisted and broken.
The severed thread.
It turned to ash.
It falls onto the paper.
They were piled up into a small mountain.
"The experiment failed."
"There will be a price to pay."
"The later the recycling, the better."
"The greater the cost."
"I've seen too much."
Liu Yuan waved his hand.
The image emerges from the paper.
The first one.
A world is collapsing.
The sky split open.
The ground collapsed.
Living things struggled in the cracks.
"Experimental Field No. 012"
"The assessment is delayed by three thousand years."
"Ultimately self-destructive."
"loss."
"Immeasurable".
The second one.
A star field is burning.
The planet shattered into dust.
It floats in the void.
"Experimental Field No. 077"
"Reject the reclaim command."
"It dragged on until it got out of control."
"at last."
"Even the original certificate was burned."
The third one.
A huge tomb.
There are words engraved on the tombstone.
"Sealed up".
"Never to be opened."
"Experimental Field No. 109"
"The variable exceeds the limit by ten times."
"During recycling."
"It's too late."
"It can only be sealed up."
"The creatures inside."
"Freeze everything."
Liu Yuan withdrew his hand.
The screen disappeared.
All that's left on the paper are piles of ash.
"You call this cruel."
I call this "stop-loss".
"Failure to recycle in a timely manner"
"It will be like those experimental fields."
"Nothing will be left."
Sun Wukong stood up.
The golden cudgel was resting on the ground.
"I'm asking you."
"Those experimental fields."
"It's a person."
"It's a demon."
"It's alive."
"This is not your ledger."
Liu Yuan looked at him.
"It's with me."
"It's the ledger."
"Every living being."
"They are all variables."
"Variables are out of control."
"It must be eliminated."
"This is not a personal grudge."
"These are the rules."
"The rules of the recycling court."
"The rules of the continuation platform."
"The rules of the entire outer architecture."
"I follow the rules."
"Regardless of right or wrong."
Tang Sanzang took a step forward.
The relics on his robe were glowing.
"rule."
"It was you who made the decision."
"Right or wrong."
"It's up to you to decide."
"Not even allowed to ask questions?"
Liu Yuan didn't look at him.
Look at the paper.
"ask."
"It's a variable."
"Your Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"It's the largest variable."
"From the day Chen Fan transmigrated."
"The assessment of this line began to get out of control."
"Sun Wukong breaks through the mountain."
"It's too late."
"Tang Sanzang did not enter the Buddhist order."
"It's too late."
"The Bull Demon King will not enter the Ruins of Return."
"It's too late."
"Every link is derailing."
"The more it derails, the more likely it is to go off track."
"The harder it is to recycle."
"We need to recycle now."
"The cost has increased a hundredfold."
Liu Yuan's voice calmed down.
"But it's not too late."
"We'll take you all back."
"Huaguo Mountain resets to zero."
"This line has been restarted."
"cost."
"I can still handle it."
The person observing the sutra sat in a chair.
She was turning the prayer beads in her hand.
She spoke.
"You've got it covered."
"It's about cost."
"Not the consequences."
"The lives of those creatures."
"Did you factor that into the cost?"
Liu Yuan said.
"It's been factored into the cost."
Every life.
"Everything has a price."
"Recycling price".
"Compare out-of-control prices."
"Cheap."
The prayer beads of the person observing the sutra stopped.
She stared at Liu Yuan.
"In your formula."
"life."
"It's a number."
Liu Yuan nodded.
"right."
"At the adjudication level."
"Everything."
"They're all numbers."
"variable."
"cost."
"Recycling rate".
"No exceptions."
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings emerged from the paper.
The text was trembling.
"I have lived for so long."
"This is the first time I've heard of it."
"To kill."
"You put it so clearly."
Liu Yuan looked at him.
"Aren't you dead?"
"dead."
"You have no right to speak."
Yang Jian's calligraphy began to be burned.
Golden fire.
Burn from the edge of the stroke inwards.
Chen Fan reached out his hand.
Hold down that piece of paper.
The fire won't go up.
stopped.
Chen Fan said.
"You've said so much."
"The core idea can be summed up in one sentence."
"For the greater good."
"You can kill anyone."
Liu Yuan looked at him.
"That's right."
"That's the logic of the recycling court."
"It's also the logic on the outside."
"You think I'm the only one who thinks this way?"
"Everyone at the continuation station."
That's what everyone thinks.
"I'm just saying it."
"They keep it in their hearts."
On paper.
The ash heaps began to move.
In every pile of ash.
Words crawled out from them.
They are all people's names.
These are all experimental field numbers.
Densely packed.
Spread it across the entire sheet of paper.
Liu Yuan pointed to those words.
"These."
"They were all recycled."
"It's not that I want to recycle it."
"The rules need to be revoked."
"I am nothing more than..."
"Executor".
Chen Fan lifted his finger off the paper.
He looked at Liu Yuan.
"Executor".
"Regardless of right or wrong."
"yes."
Liu Yuan said.
"right."
"I only care about efficiency."
"The fewer variables."
"The more stable the assessment."
"Recycle."
"It's the most efficient."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He lowered his head.
Looking at the paper.
Those severed lines.
Those names that have turned to ashes.
Those sealed tombstones.
He pressed his finger back onto the paper.
Start writing.
This is not a continuation application.
It is a ruling annotation.
Below Liu Yuan's application.
He wrote four characters.
"Reversal of the verdict is permissible."
The paper vibrates.
Those four words started burning.
The light produced by burning.
It's black.
Black light.
The light shone on Liu Yuan's face.
His expression changed.
"You're crazy."
"Reversal of the verdict?"
"This is the continuation writing platform."
"It's not Flower Fruit Mountain."
"You do not have permission."
Chen Fan said.
"I have."
"The golden headband is off."
"Two leaders."
"Equal adjudicative power."
"You are requesting recycling."
"I allow the verdict to be overturned."
"Everything you recycled."
"all."
"Re-determination."
The ash heap on the paper began to move.
Those names.
Those numbers.
It started to light up.
Like a dead star.
Rekindle.
Liu Yuan's application.
It's fading.
His handwriting.
The four words Chen Fan used.
Inch by inch.
Push it back.
Si Mo stood up behind the grid.
The voice has changed.
"Continue writing platform confirmed."
"Conflict of decision-making between two judges".
"Initiate the finalization process."
"Please submit".
"Complete definition of the ruling."
Liu Yuan looked at Chen Fan.
"You insist."
"To tear the sky apart."
Chen Fan said.
"sky."
"It should have been broken long ago."
On paper.
The two colors were tearing each other apart.
Liu Yuan's gold.
Chen Fan's darkness.
The gold side says "Recycling".
The black side.
Only four characters were written.
"Reversal of the verdict is permissible."
But it's these four words.
The gold lettering was forced to retreat.
Liu Yuan took a deep breath.
He raised his hand.
Write it on paper.
The words emerged one by one.
"Definition of the ruling".
"Recycling Court Guidelines"
"First."
"Living beings are variables."
"second."
"Out of control needs to be recovered."
"third."
"Recycling is not about right or wrong."
"fourth."
"Efficiency is justice."
Finished.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"and yours."
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He lowered his head.
Looking at the words on the golden hoop.
"The one who breaks the band."
"Chen Fan".
He pressed his finger on it.
On paper.
Rewrite it.
"Definition of the ruling".
"Reversal of the verdict is permissible."
The paper suddenly fell silent.
Two definitions.
They float side by side.
Groin.
black.
The writing platform began to vibrate.
On the ceiling.
A crack appeared.
The seam is on the outside.
It's a deeper black.
It wasn't night.
It is emptiness.
In the void.
There are people standing there.
A lot of people.
They were all wearing robes from the Recycling Court.
Everyone was staring at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan raised his head.
I glanced at them.
Then continue writing.
Under "Allowing a reversal of the verdict".
Another line of text was added.
"The one who overturns the verdict."
"Chen Fan".
"responsibility."
"conceited."
The black light exploded.
It rushes up from the paper.
It rushed into the crack.
Rushing into the void.
Those members of the recycling court who were standing.
He took a step back.
Liu Yuan did not retreat.
He stared at Chen Fan.
"You've finished writing the definition."
"I've also finished writing the definition."
"Now."
"Let the judgment continue."
Chen Fan said.
"Send a verdict."
The paper began to burn.
Golden fire.
Black fire.
They burned together.
The smoke produced by burning.
Go up.
On the ceiling.
It comes together to form a single character.
That word.
It's not fully formed yet.
But everyone saw it.
What character is that?
"turn."
still.
"Return."
#Chapter 450 Allowing for a Reversal of the Verdict
The smoke condensed into words.
"turn."
Liu Yuan's face turned pale.
He stared at that word.
His lips were trembling.
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He looked at the writing station.
The piece of paper on the stage.
It's still burning.
The golden fire had receded by half.
The black fire burned even higher.
Simo is behind the grid.
the first time.
He didn't say anything.
Chen Fan spoke up.
"Liu Yuan".
"What you're afraid of isn't the reversal of the verdict."
"What you're afraid of is..."
"After the verdict was overturned."
"Your efficient logic."
"It's no use."
Liu Yuan suddenly looked up.
"What did you say?"
Chen Fan took a step forward.
Stepping on the paper.
The paper wasn't torn.
It actually became brighter.
"You establish a recycling center."
"Build a nine-story pagoda."
"Set the standard for adjudication."
"All mechanisms."
"It's all based on one principle."
"Old conclusion."
"Cannot be translated."
Liu Yuan clenched his fists.
The paper crumpled into a ball in his hand.
Chen Fan continued.
"But you forgot."
"Those papers in the discard pile."
"How were they piled up?"
"Those cases that have been adjudicated."
"The fate of those that are recycled."
"If it's truly an ironclad case."
"Why lock it in the discarded drafts layer?"
"Afraid to let people see?"
Outside the tower.
The sound of gravel rolling down could be heard.
It's very light.
But all the members of the Recycling Court heard it.
They took another half step back.
Chen Fan pointed to the line of words on the paper.
"The one who breaks the band."
"Chen Fan".
"These three words."
"It's about overturning the verdict."
"The headband on Sun Wukong's head."
"He was suppressed for five hundred years."
"The conclusion has been reached."
"They say he's a demon monkey."
"It needs to be suppressed."
"But I opened it."
"After the band was removed."
"Huaguo Mountain is still there."
"The sky didn't fall."
"The ground didn't crack."
"Those old conclusions."
"It's just a way to lock people up."
The golden lines in Liu Yuan's eyes were flashing.
He opened his mouth.
"That's different."
"Sun Wukong is..."
"What is it?"
Chen Fan interrupted him.
"He is someone who has been judged."
"To reclaim those that the court has already adjudicated."
"Nothing's different."
"You ruled them wrong."
"They're destined to be wrong forever."
"Even the door to overturning the verdict."
"None of them will be given to you."
On the paper.
The black flames rose even higher.
Golden fire.
It shrank to the size of a fist.
Si Mo finally spoke.
"Chen Fan".
"You said you wanted to overturn the verdict."
"But overturning a verdict comes at a cost."
"Everyone can have their case overturned."
"How can order be maintained?"
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
"Who said you can just flip through it?"
"I'm right."
"Reversal of the verdict is permissible."
"This is not an encouragement to overturn the verdict."
"Submit new evidence."
"Let's go through the new procedure."
"Refute what needs to be refuted."
"Change what needs to be changed."
"Reversing the verdict does not overturn everything."
"This is to provide a conclusion."
"Leave a crack."
Si Mo's pen.
Suspended in mid-air.
It stopped moving.
Continue writing on the stage.
New words began to emerge from the paper.
It is a comparison of two definitions.
left.
It belongs to Liu Yuan.
"Efficiency first."
"Old cases will not be reopened."
"Stability is paramount."
right.
It belongs to Chen Fan.
"Fairness first."
"Reversal of the verdict is permissible."
"No permanent monopolies will be allowed."
Two lines of text.
They were burning side by side.
Golden fire.
Black fire.
Squeeze towards the center.
Behind Chen Fan.
The Bull Demon King clenched his fists.
They took a step forward.
"The strategist is right."
"My father was dismissed by the Heavenly Court back then."
"They call him a monster."
"He deserves to die."
"If there's no chance to overturn the verdict."
"Those of us who have been judged."
"It will always be wrong."
The six-eared macaque propped itself up with its staff.
"Me too."
"They say I eavesdropped on the Heavenly Court."
"And they were convicted."
"Not even a chance to explain."
"They didn't give them any."
The Golden-Winged Roc twitched its wings.
The scab cracked open.
He didn't speak.
But his eyes were fixed on those two lines of text.
The light in his eyes.
That's incredibly ruthless.
The White Bone Demon stared at Chen Fan's back.
She remembered the discarded drafts.
Those piles of paper.
Every single one.
They all end up the same way.
The ruling was made.
It's locked.
They will never be able to turn their lives around.
She said softly.
"If a reversal of the verdict exists."
"Those in the discard pile."
"At least 30%."
"It will be different."
Liu Yuan heard it.
He turned his head abruptly.
"Thirty percent?"
Do you know what 30% means?
"How much will efficiency decrease?"
"How chaotic will the order become?"
Chen Fan said.
"drop."
"It should be downgraded."
"chaos."
"It's chaotic."
"For your efficiency alone."
"Crushing all paths to overturn the verdict."
"This order."
"I do not want."
On paper.
The two lines of text are pushed to their limits.
Golden fire.
Black fire.
They collided.
Sparks splashed onto the top of the tower.
Continue writing platform.
It jolted.
On the table.
The third character emerges.
"temporarily."
"Certainly."
"List."
Liu Yuan saw this character.
The paper in my hand.
It's gone.
The paper was floating on the ground.
Those golden judgment entries.
It has started to fade.
One.
Two.
Ten items.
It's faded halfway.
Another line of text appeared on the writing platform.
"A mechanism for overturning verdicts has been established."
"But one item needs to be added."
"The cost of overturning the verdict."
Who will bear the cost?
"If the cost is too high."
The right to overturn a verdict.
"It's practically useless."
Chen Fan saw this line of text.
Press your fingers on your forehead.
Si Mo's pen.
It finally landed.
I wrote two words on the paper.
"cost."
After writing.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"I agree with the concept."
"But you have to prove it."
"You can guard the door to overturning the verdict."
"Don't let it exist in reality."
"Transformation".
Chen Fan hadn't spoken yet.
Outside the tower.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.
It wasn't thunder.
It is something.
It crashed into the outer wall of the seventh floor.
The sound was very loud.
Getting closer.
The six-eared macaque held its staff horizontally.
"What is it?"
The Bull Demon King stood in front of Chen Fan.
"The visitor is not friendly."
Exterior wall.
A crack appeared.
The seam is on the outside.
There are people standing there.
more than one.
It's a row.
They were wearing matching robes.
On the robe.
Embroidered with words.
"Recycling Courtyard".
"Execution Department".
The leader.
He was holding a piece of paper in his hand.
On the paper.
The name Chen Fan is on it.
Below the name.
It's stamped.
The badge is gold.
It has four characters engraved on it.
"Recycle the order."
Liu Yuan saw this person.
Face.
The color returned to its normal.
He smiled.
"Chen Fan".
"You said you wanted to overturn the verdict."
"But you forgot."
"Recycling Court Execution Department"
"Only recycled."
"No reversal of the verdict."
"Your theory."
"They don't acknowledge it."
The man held up the paper in his hand.
The voice was cold.
"Chen Fan".
"The recall order has been issued."
"Your story."
"ending."
"To be determined by the recycling court."
A stamp on paper.
A magnificent golden light shone forth.
The light shone on Chen Fan.
Chen Fan stood there.
Didn't move.
He looked at the recall order.
Corner of the eye.
I took a sip.
finger.
Press it onto the writing table.
The overturned case entries are not yet finished.
Stopped.
#Chapter 451 The Arrival of the Recycling Court
The Seventh Tower is outside the sky.
It cracked.
It's not broken.
It's a crack.
A gash was torn open from top to bottom.
It looks like someone is holding a knife.
He drew a line in the void.
Behind the opening.
black.
It's not the darkness of night.
It's the kind of black that has nothing in it.
then.
The light came.
Golden light.
It surged out from the crack.
There is something in the light.
舰。
It's not a cloud.
It's not a boat.
It is a ship.
Iron gray.
One.
Two ships.
three.
There are seven in total.
Arranged in an array.
It stopped outside the crack in the sky.
There are words engraved on the hull of the ship.
"Recycling Court".
The words are red.
It looks like it's been stamped on.
Chen Fan stood in front of the writing desk.
My finger is still pressed on that piece of paper.
The article on overturning the verdict is only half-written.
He raised his head.
I saw those ships.
The red lettering on the hull.
It is glowing.
Liu Yuan saw it too.
A cold smile played on his lips.
Received.
"Recycling Courtyard".
He said.
The sound is off.
Si Mo stood up from behind the grid.
The grid has been removed.
His face.
I didn't smile the first time.
The Seventh Tower.
It's quiet now.
It was so quiet it was as if everyone was holding their breath.
then.
Those seven ships.
The one at the very front.
opened.
A door was split open in the hull of the ship.
A person walked out of the door.
White clothes.
White hat.
He was holding a piece of paper in his hand.
The paper was rolled up.
But the way he walks.
Like that piece of paper.
It's a knife.
He entered the seventh tower.
The ceiling at the top of the tower.
It split open automatically.
Make way for him.
He landed.
It landed in the very center of the courtroom.
Feet on the ground.
There was no sound.
He unfolded the paper in his hand.
"Recall the court order."
The sound was very flat.
It was so flat that there were no ups and downs.
"The Ninth Experimental Field".
"Suspected pollution assessment system."
"Recycle."
"All eukaryotes."
"All subjects."
He paused.
He raised his eyes.
I scanned the area.
"include."
"The Seventh Tower itself."
Liu Yuan's face.
It's white.
"What do you mean?"
He took a step forward.
"I am in charge of the Eighth Tower."
"Recycling Courtyard".
"On what grounds are you censoring me?"
The man in white didn't look at him.
"By means."
"You're also at the Ninth Experimental Field."
He held up the paper.
The words on the paper.
Start burning.
The smoke produced by burning.
On the ceiling.
They come together to form two large characters.
"Recycle".
Chen Fan stared at those two words.
Under the fingers.
Continue writing on the paper on the table.
It started shaking.
He didn't do it.
It is the paper itself.
It's shaking.
The golden hoop pressed down by the corner of the paper.
It also trembled.
The words on the golden hoop.
"Chen Fan, the one who broke the band."
It started flashing.
Si Mo took a step forward.
"etc."
He stood next to Chen Fan.
I stood next to him.
"There's still something underway at the Eighth Tower."
"Continue with the verdict."
"It's not over yet."
"Recycle."
"We'll have to wait for the verdict to be finalized."
He finished speaking.
He glanced at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
But Chen Fan knew.
Si Mo is now.
Stand on his side.
Not allies.
It's about interests.
The recycling court even has to examine the Seventh Tower.
The Eighth Tower.
Can't run away.
The man in white turned his head.
Looking at Si Mo.
"Continue with the ruling?"
"You can continue."
"but."
He stretched out his hand.
Pointing to the paper in Chen Fan's hand.
"Limited time offer."
"long time."
"I can't get the seventh Tower Certificate."
"tower."
"Return to the court."
"people."
"Recycle."
He took the paper.
He turned around.
He had his back to everyone.
"Countdown."
"Starting now."
He finished speaking.
The ceiling of the seventh tower.
Things are starting to change.
It becomes transparent.
On the transparent ceiling.
A number appears.
"The Twelve Two-Hour Periods".
The number jumped.
It became "eleven hours".
Jump again.
"Ten hours".
Start the countdown.
Chen Fan looked at that number.
The paper under my fingers.
Shaking even more.
On the golden hoop.
That line of text.
It's still flashing.
But he saw it.
On the edge of the golden hoop.
New words begin to appear.
"The battle for evidence."
"The final stage."
The words floated halfway up.
stopped.
The reason for stopping is...
The golden hoop.
It cracked.
It's not broken.
It's a crack.
A crack appeared.
Inside the seam.
Light is shining through.
The light is not golden.
It is white.
It was as white as bone.
Chen Fan stared at the crack.
suddenly.
He heard a sound.
It came from the crack in the golden hoop.
It wasn't the sound of speaking.
It was laughter.
It's very light.
Very fine.
A monkey's laugh.
After the laughter subsided.
In the crack.
Extend something.
hand.
Hairy hands.
On hand.
Holding a stick.
Chen Fan recognized the stick.
Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff).
He looked behind him.
The Bull Demon King clenched his fists.
The six-eared stick was held horizontally in front of him.
Blood on the wings of the Golden-Winged Roc.
It's not dry yet.
The White Bone Demon stared at him.
In the eyes.
That light.
Still.
Chen Fan turned around.
Look at that hand.
Inside the crack of the golden hoop.
Then another hand was extended.
Two hands.
It held up the crack.
Pry it outwards.
Pry open a large opening.
Inside the mouth.
black.
then.
A face.
Peeking out from the darkness.
Hairy face.
Thunder God's Mouth.
The eyes are closed.
But the eyeballs are under the eyelids.
change.
Chen Fan stared at that face.
Behind.
The Bull Demon King shouted.
"Big brother?"
That face.
No response.
His eyes were still closed.
But the mouth.
Moved.
"Chen Fan".
The sound seemed to come from underground.
Dull.
But it's clear.
"Root evidence."
"In the stove."
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"It's buried."
Done.
The face shrank back.
The crack closed.
The golden hoop.
Restore to its original state.
But the words on the golden hoop.
"Chen Fan, the one who broke the band."
Start burning.
Burn to ashes.
The ash fell onto the paper.
On the paper.
New words begin to appear.
It wasn't written by Chen Fan.
The paper floated to the surface on its own.
"The battle for evidence."
"The final stage."
"Countdown."
"Eleven hours."
Chen Fan looked at those words.
My finger is pressed on the paper.
Under the paper.
A vibration was felt.
The vibrations traveled up from the soles of my feet.
From the bottom of the tower.
From the tower body.
From the ceiling.
The entire Seventh Tower.
It's shaking.
On the ceiling.
That countdown number.
It's still jumping.
"Ten hours."
"Nine hours."
"Eight hours."
They jumped faster and faster.
The man in white stood in the middle of the courtroom.
He had his back to everyone.
The sound came over.
"Continue with the verdict."
"Continue."
"but."
"Half a day later."
"There is no supporting evidence."
"The Seventh Tower".
"It's mine."
He turned his face away.
He glanced at Chen Fan.
"The definitions you wrote."
"It belongs to me too."
He looked back.
"include."
"Reversal of the verdict."
On the ceiling.
The countdown has started.
"Seven hours."
Chen Fan lowered his head.
Looking at the paper on the writing table.
The words on the paper.
It's still floating.
"The battle for evidence."
"The final stage."
He pressed his finger against the paper.
The vibration beneath the paper.
Through the fingertips.
It travels to the arm.
It seeps into your bones.
Behind.
The voice of the Bull Demon King.
"military adviser."
"Over there at Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Furnace base".
"Fully open."
Chen Fan did not turn around.
He looked at the paper.
Looking at those words.
Looking at the ashes burned off on the golden hoop.
suddenly.
On the corner of the paper.
Two more words surfaced.
"Furnace Certificate"
The characters floated very slowly.
Each stroke, one character at a time.
It's like someone is underground.
Use your fingers.
It was cut out.
Chen Fan stared at those two words.
Corner of the eye.
I took a sip.
On the ceiling.
Countdown.
It's still jumping.