"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," the odd creature made a gesture of biting its hand, speaking in extreme panic, "You won't hate me, right? Mr. Judge, Mr. Judge, please don't look at me like that! I can imagine the eyes behind your mask, it could give me depression. Can you be a little more tolerant of a mentally ill person? This is a mental hospital after all."
There was a moment of silence before the Black Judge calmly said, "Although I'd like to chat with you a bit more, it seems like you're blocking me with another agenda... So, I'd better get rid of you quickly."
Upon hearing this, the strange thing's expression suddenly changed.
It smirked coldly, "You are too confident in yourself, Mr. Black Judge. You think that as long as you are still in London, Amemiya Ying can't escape, which is why you are confident enough to chat with me."
