In the NYPD, the Zero Major Crimes Unit was abuzz...
"The Death Inquisitor is trying to kill him!"
"Isn't it good to kill him? This person is a scumbag. Even if he comes out alive, he will be sentenced to death!"
"If this popsicle is melted by his hands, Garcia's hands will turn into bones."
"What I'm thinking now is, can this thick popsicle really be melted in three minutes?"
At this moment, Ross was holding a pen in his hand. He closed his eyes slightly and kept repeating every sentence of the Death Inquisitor.
"All seemingly complicated things have a certain logic, and there is only one logical logic, and that is the truth."
