Livestream : The Abjudicator Of Death

by Stayrr

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born. A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge’s pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal.

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Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

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Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born. A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge's pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal.

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Chapter 1: Death Notice!

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Manhattan, New York.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and rain washed away sin.

On the roof of the Empire State Building, tiny raindrops fell on black umbrellas. Jack, in a black suit and top hat, stood on the rooftop, looking in the direction of Wall Street.

Jack, who was naturally calm, was now excited.

He had seen the terrified expression on the person's face as he received the death notice.

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"The prisoner has received the death notice. The live broadcast equipment is ready. It is a 360-degree intelligent tracking device. The intelligent choice is the most perfect angle. It can broadcast during the day and even at nighttime. It can withstand thunderstorms, heat, cold, and any other harsh environments. It can stabilize the broadcast with ultra-high-definition images and give the audience a live experience."

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Jack suddenly heard a voice speak out, but he was not surprised. This was the system he had obtained after transmigrating to this parallel world.

It was the trial live broadcast system!

By punishing evil through the trial of the guilty, one would receive unimaginable rewards!

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"The live broadcast platform has been connected. The live broadcast can be started at any time. The higher the fear level of the person on trial before death, the higher the evaluation of the trial process, and the more generous the rewards. Do you want to start the live broadcast?"

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Calmly, Jack muttered, "The trial begins."

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"Live broadcast countdown begins in 3...2...1..."

As the countdown reached 1, the live broadcast popped up on the homepages of Youtube, Twitter, and other live broadcasting platforms.

The screen, which was originally dark, suddenly showed the image of the corridor.

Hundreds of millions of viewers from all over the world gathered on these platforms.

At this time, Tim, who was from the United States, was also watching the live broadcast at home.

However, as a viewer who had been watching livestreaming videos for more than a decade, he wasn't very interested. He wasn't too curious or excited about it. He was so used to it all that he was even tired of watching videos on Pornhub.

However, this time, the title of one of the videos on the Youtube homepage piqued his curiosity:

"Death Judge, today's trial is for rape and murder."

Seeing the title, Tim was excited. "The title is too fake. How can this be broadcast live? It can't be a game, right?" he said to himself.

Despite his hesitation, he still clicked into the livestream room. As the page loaded, Tim stared at the screen. Suddenly, the screen froze. He was puzzled.

"Am I stuck? Why is the screen stuck?"

The screen in the live stream stopped at a certain frame—a corridor in the office building.

"F*ck! I was tricked by the title! It's not even a game!"

Tim, who was cursing angrily, looked at the bullet screen that was already filled with insults.

"What idiot would set this kind of live broadcast on the home page!"

"The title is a lie! It's clickbait! Can you show us something exciting?"

"Is the host retarded? You should at least play a bloody game rather than filming this kind of scene! Who would watch something like this if you simply tricked them into watching it?"

Tim was about to curse, but he hadn't finished typing when a middle-aged man in a suit entered the live stream. He looked very aristocratic.

Just as he entered the stream, the lights in the corridor suddenly went out and began to flicker.

The middle-aged man casually tapped the switch twice, and the lights returned to normal.

"F*ck! It's a little scary!"

"Is this person a rapist and murderer?"

"Take a look at the brief introduction of the live broadcast room!"

As the two bullet screens rolled, Tim also navigated to the brief introduction of the live broadcast room.

The name of the streamer's account was Death Inquisitor, and the address showed that he was in Manhattan, New York.

The brief introduction only had one simple sentence: "The scales of death will weigh your sins. Do not enter if you have hemophobia or heart disease, or if you are a coward."

Tim, who believed that he was experienced enough, smiled. He was pleasantly intrigued and surprised. "Do not enter if you are cowardly?" he muttered. He wanted to see how terrifying it was! At the same time, he was typing his own comment on the bullet screen:

"'Do not enter if you are cowardly?' I already know the rest of the content without even looking. It must be an act with a plot!"

"It's not your fault for saying that it's an act. Do you know who this person is? This is Philemon Bowen, the major shareholder of Bowen Petroleum, the oil company! Although he is not very famous, his assets are definitely not lower than those of the rich on the leaderboards! Who would have the nerve to hire him to act like this?"

"What the person above said is true. This is Wall Street's financial building. I used to work here and have seen him a few times. Why did he start a live broadcast and go bankrupt?"

Just as the bullet screen was filling up with comments, Tim could see that Bowen was being followed to the washroom.

In the scene, Bowen's back was facing the camera. He was undoing his belt and was starting to urinate. The audience in the broadcast room heard the clear sound of water flowing.

At that moment, all the lights in the entire comfort room were extinguished, leaving only the light above Bowen's head flickering continuously, as if it would go off at any moment.

Following that, a deep and cold voice of a man sounded from the stereo.

"Hello, everyone. I am your host, the Death Judge. Welcome to the live broadcast of today's execution."

The moment he heard the man's words, Bowen's pupils contracted violently. He could not hide his fear. His body was trembling. He even peed all over himself. However, that was not what he cared about right now.

It all started that morning.

Someone had placed a black envelope on his desk.

There was nothing else but a simple piece of black cardboard inside.

On it was written the crimes he had committed.

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Death Notice!

Name: Philemon Bowen

Crime: Rape and murder. Fifteen victims.

Date of execution: April 9, 2021

Executor: Death Judge

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Trembling with fear and ignoring his wet pants, Bowen rushed back to his office and pressed the switch on the stereo.

Bowen could not figure out the strange phenomenon. The flashing lights in the bathroom and the voice of a strange man on the stereo were too much for him to take.

Bowen sat heavily on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Today, we are going to broadcast live..."

However, the voice continued. All the hair on Bowen's body stood on end. The voice seemed to be behind him this time! It was right in his ear!

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Chapter 2: Live Broadcast of the Trial!

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He abruptly turned his head around.

However, all he could see was that his antique phonograph was turning.

Soon, it started to play. Bowen froze as he listened to what was playing.

"Today, we are going to broadcast a vicious serial rape and murder case. Before the execution, the judge will first comb through the Class A criminal cases that have not been solved in the past ten years. In September 2010, a male high school student in Queens disappeared near the art museum. At that time, everyone thought that he had run away from home, but in fact, he was raped and killed by you. His body was buried near the museum. In April 2012, another female college student at Columbia University disappeared. Her whereabouts are still unknown. After she was imprisoned by you for three months, she was cut into pieces, cooked, and then mixed into street food to be sold. In November 2013, a 22-year-old sex worker walked into your seaside villa and never came out again. After she was tortured by you for a month, she was minced into meat paste and fed to your own wolf-dog. In 2015—"

"Stop talking!" Bowen shrieked.

At that moment, Bowen's eyes were wide open. People thought they would fall out of their sockets in the next second. He roared like he was going crazy.

"Who are you? How do you know? Even the FBI couldn't find me! How did you find out? What do you want? Just tell me how much money you want!" he roared angrily.

Bowen's face was red, and the blood vessels on his neck were bulging. He didn't look aristocratic at all. Instead, he looked like a wild beast!

However, the more intense his reaction was, the more convinced the viewers were that he was indeed guilty of these vicious acts. More than two million viewers in the live broadcast room were in an uproar.

They had only clicked on it because the title of the video on the homepage piqued their curiosity. They did not expect that things would turn out that way! It was such a sensational revelation!

Immediately, they were all in an uproar.

"D*mn this bastard. Could he really have done it?"

"Look at him. If he didn't do it, why would he be so agitated?"

"He admitted it himself. The FBI couldn't solve those crimes, but the host figured it out."

"I didn't expect this to be a beast in a suit! Go to hell, you bastard!"

"Please, host, kill him! I'll give you a reward!"

There were so many comments on the bullet screen.

Meanwhile, the voice on the phonograph continued.

"In July 2015, a homeless man in Brooklyn went missing. Of course, no one cared about his sudden disappearance. Just because you heard that a person's kidneys can increase your erection time, you tied the man up and threw him into boiling water to be scalded to death. The case is over. Let me introduce today's torturer, Philemon Bowen. He is a major shareholder of Bowen Petroleum and is one of the most powerful people in America."

Around this time, people were flooding the bullet screen with vicious comments.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

"Hurry up and go to hell!"

"Is this true? It's not a publicity stunt, right?"

"He admitted it himself. If this was an act, his acting skills would be comparable to Lewis's!"

Bowen listened to Jack's story and opened a bottle of mineral water to take a big gulp. He forced himself to calm down. His eyes were filled with ferocity. He was so angry. He was thinking of punishing whoever was behind this stunt. He was determined to make them regret coming to this world!

"Torturer, my trial is a game. If you win, you can survive," the Death Judge said.

"I won't play any games with you. Just tell me what you want. I can give you everything you want!" Bowen roared.

Hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't take it anymore. They were enraged again.

"How can you still drink water! Why don't you choke to death!"

"Please don't agree to this, host. You must kill him!"

"Didn't the host call himself 'The Judge'? Since he called himself that, then let's have a fair trial. Don't accept his bribes!"

"Right! Judge, you must judge him. You must not let such a devil go!"

"You have already given him a reward, judge. Such a beast must not be allowed to live!"

The comments section was flooded with such messages.

"My game is not something you can reject just because you want to. You cannot bribe me," Jack said.

After a short pause, he continued, "The water you drank just now was laced with poison. If you don't seek medical treatment in time, your muscles will dissolve, causing your heart to stop working, and you will die from cardiac arrest. Before you die, your muscles will slowly dissolve. It will cause you to be in so much pain that you would rather die. However, the antidote to this poison is very common. Any hospital can save your life. Now, the entire building has been sealed off. There is no one here except you and your son, Little Bowen. When you committed these crimes, Little Bowen helped you a lot. He is now in the room next door. There is an iron box in the room, and there is a knife in the iron box. The key to the main door of the building is in Little Bowen's intestines. By the way, based on how much you drank just now, you still have thirty minutes left."

Originally, Bowen thought that what was playing on the phonograph and the stereo was a recording, but now that Jack had rejected his bribe, it was obvious that he was talking to him. He did not know how the judge did it, but all these strange and illogical events convinced him that it was not a game. He had to take it seriously.

Bowen trembled as he pushed open the door of the next room. Sure enough, Little Bowen was lying on the carpet. Beside him was a shoebox-sized iron box with a hole through which his hand could fit.

"Well done, Judge!"

"This bastard father-and-son duo should go to hell!"

"How did the judge calculate that Bowen would drink water? This is too amazing!"

The audience in the live broadcast room erupted in cheers again as they listened to Jack's "game."

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Chapter 3: Livestream Murder. Who Did He Think He Was?

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At this moment, Bowen was on the verge of collapsing. He had only one son, Little Bowen. Little Bowen was disappointing and did not inherit any of his business talents. He would only cause trouble, and Bowen had to clean up all his mess.

However, Little Bowen was very good at pleasing him. Many of the women he played with were all brought over by Little Bowen.

Bowen's personal doctor had already examined him. His body had already been damaged, and it was impossible for him to have more children.

He did not want to give up on Little Bowen!

Bowen was still pondering on it, but the voice rang out again. It came from the other end of the room.

"Now, the game begins. You still have 29 minutes left."

The Death Judge said only two simple sentences, but it made Bowen so anxious that he was about to go crazy.

He didn't want to die!

He had finally reached this point. He was wealthy, he enjoyed a respectable status, he had many women, and he had everything that every man in the world dreamed of!

He hadn't enjoyed it to the fullest, and he wasn't even fifty years old yet. How could he die here like this!

Bowen was buried deep in thought. He ran to the elevator but saw that the elevator had already closed. He slapped the elevator crazily, but there was no response.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Bowen cursed as he ran to the stairs. He could already feel the pain in his body gradually becoming more intense.

"Listen! I'm Philemon Bowen! I am the boss of Bowen Petroleum. Someone is going to kill me live. Hurry up and save me!"

The operator who stayed up all night calmly and slowly said, "Don't worry. Tell me slowly. Where are you? Do you know the person who wants to kill you? What phone are you calling from now?"

"Didn't you hear me? I'm Philemon Bowen! I'm at the Wall Street Financial Building. Come here quickly! I don't pay so much tax every year to feed a bunch of trash!" he roared.

Five minutes later, two police cars set off from the nearest police station and rushed to the Wall Street financial building.

"Chief, we've found the live broadcast," a police officer yelled as he handed the computer to the chief.

Benjamin Theodore, the chief of the 77th Precinct of the New York Police Department, took the computer. In the videos, he could see that Bowen had fallen down. It was due to the effect of the poison on his muscles. He had rolled down the stairs. When he fell, his head was bleeding, and no one could tell how he was doing at that exact moment.

"A live broadcast of murder. Who does he think he is? He doesn't care about us at all! Seal his live broadcast room and account immediately!" the chief said.

The police officer answered, "No, chief. I've tried it just now. This live broadcast room is not a normal live broadcast room. It's like a virus that is plugged into the Internet. It can't be shut down at all. The only way is to directly shut down the website's server. Even so, it might not be useful. If it fails and is not completely shut down, viewers will simply jump to other live broadcast rooms. That would cause a greater impact!"

When Theodore heard that, he hesitated. He couldn't shut it down, and he had no choice but to do so! The longer he dragged it out, the greater the impact!

Shut it down!

With a hardened determination, Theodore ordered, "Immediately contact the FBI and tell them to shut down all the servers of all the websites that are broadcasting the content of this streaming room!"

"Yes, sir!"

Meanwhile, Bowen had already dragged himself to the hall on the first floor. The monitor in the middle of the hall suddenly turned on. What was playing was the content of the streaming room. He looked at himself on the monitor. The muscles on his face had begun to dissolve and became distorted. He had never seen such an ugly face.

"Am I going to die? Where are the police? Come and save me! Who will save me?"

The anxious Bowen shouted in the hall, but because the muscles in his vocal cords had dissolved, his voice sounded even more unpleasant than the screams of the devils in hell.

There was no response. Only the echoes of his own voice could be heard in the empty hall.

Bowen looked out of the window and stared at the entirety of Wall Street, which was illuminated by the lights. He felt that his vision was getting darker and darker. This place represented the wealth of the world. However, no amount of wealth now could prevent him from sliding toward death.

Suddenly...

He seemed to have thought of something. He frantically searched for something at the reception desk in the hall.

Soon, he found the golden hammer that he used to ring the bell whenever his company went public!

He walked to the French window and swung his arm.

He expected the glass to shatter. However, the golden hammer flew out of his hand and hit his head.

Time is money!

Bowen, who was lying on the ground, had said this when he was young. Now, he completely disagreed with this sentence.

If he could be given even a few minutes, he would be willing to give up money. Every second was torture for him now. Not only was he experiencing physical pain from his dissolving muscles, but he was also being tortured psychologically. Every minute, the pain would become more intense. The intense pain kept reminding him that death was getting closer and closer to him, but he had no way out. He could only endure the physical and psychological pain.

"Huff! Huff!"

Bowen's breathing became more and more labored.

The deformity of his face caused by the dissolution of his muscles was also becoming more and more evident. His face was no longer recognizable. It no longer looked like a human's face.

"This guy is dying. Hurry up and die! Why are you still breathing so hard? It's a waste of air!"

"He's not dead yet. It's just scary. If he can still stand and swing the hammer, it means that he's still far from death. The judge said that he is given 30 minutes. He still has 16 minutes left."

"The judge obviously calculated well. It's clear now that this guy won't be able to escape. The road is still a little congested. The police obviously won't be able to make it."

"Did you see the deformity on his face and the shape of the bones on his shoulders and arms? That's because the muscles have dissolved. He is now dehydrated. Even if he doesn't die soon, he won't be able to climb up the stairs because he ran out of strength. In another ten minutes, he won't be able to even pick up a knife."

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Chapter 4: The Audience Exploded

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"The introduction is not written randomly. There are people who suffer from hemophobia, heart disease, and cowardice. Don't read it anymore. It will be even scarier in a while. It's not a big deal to be scared to death. Maybe he will really be scared to death."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid of a girl. This kind of beast should be tortured to death with the cruelest methods! I'll immediately open the champagne to celebrate his death!"

Looking at the bullet screens that filled the hall's monitor, Bowen could never have imagined that he, as a well-known oil tycoon, would be in such a miserable state today.

Unwillingness and resentment filled his brain!

"Whoever can save me, I'll give him 10% of my assets. No! I'll give him half!"

Just as he finished speaking, the bullet screens on the monitor again flared up with comments from the viewers.

"Save you? Stop dreaming. If you don't die, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

"Even the police can't save you. Who do you expect to save you?"

"Why do I feel like he's saying this to the judge? The judge won't be tempted, right?"

"Upstairs, do you think that someone who can do such a thing will be bribed by money?"

"That's right. The judge isn't such a person. He's doing it for justice!"

"Was he an idiot just now? If it was for money, he could have just kidnapped him. Why would it be so troublesome?"

"Actually, I don't think it's a good thing for the streamer to do this. After all, this is still lynching, not to mention killing someone. This is already considered murder. If crimes were to be solved by lynching, why would the police and judges be needed? No matter how many reasons there are, it can't cover up the fact that this live broadcast is a crime itself. I think the live broadcast room will be shut down very soon. The streamer's arrest will be the headline of tomorrow's news."

"When your wife is raped and killed, and you are cooked and eaten, I hope you can still calmly talk about the law!"

"If the law was useful, why hasn't such a scum been caught yet?"

Just as the live broadcast room was bustling with discussions, the live broadcast room, which originally had less than 20 million viewers, suddenly had more than 30 million viewers. The number of viewers had soared to 50 million. If the live broadcast was not maintained by the trial system, the live stream room would have collapsed.

"Death Judge? What kind of live stream is this?"

"What's going on? The beautiful streamer is watching as well. Why is she here?"

"Have you guys noticed? This is the only live stream room left on the website!"

"Don't be anxious, new friends. The judge is executing people. It's very exciting!"

The bullet comments in the live stream room became even denser, directly turning the live stream room into a white screen.

"He actually shut down the server directly? Looks like he's really anxious."

Jack, who was hiding in the darkness, revealed a faint mocking smile on his face, and the atmosphere instantly became even stranger.

Seeing the number of people in the live broadcast room increase explosively, Theodore was instantly dumbfounded.

There were 50 million people watching!

How negative would the impact of this video be?

"Idiot! What's going on? Why has the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased instead!"

"Chief, the server shutdown has failed. The other broadcast rooms have been shut down, so the viewers have all squeezed into his broadcast room."

"Then hurry up and restart the server!"

"Yes! But the restart will take 15 minutes. There are still 13 minutes until Bowen's death. I'm afraid it's too late."

"Why didn't you say so earlier! Tell the police cars to go faster!"

"Yes!" The police officer at the side agreed and nodded, but he also felt very helpless. Rebooting the computer took time, and the server would surely take longer.

Just as the police station was getting busy, a cold voice rang out in the live broadcast room.

"The police shut down the server. Only this live broadcast room is not affected, so you all jumped here."

"With such IQ, no wonder you couldn't even find any evidence of Bowen's crime."

"Or maybe there's nothing wrong with your IQ. You probably just didn't want to look for it."

At this moment, Theodore was so angry that he was about to go crazy!

He was mocking everyone around him.

"But don't worry, I'll be the judge of the crimes that the police don't care about."

"There are still twelve minutes until Bowen's death. There are still seven minutes until he can't even move a finger. At that time, he will lose his ability to save himself. He can only wait for the incompetent police to save his life, or he will end up watching himself die."

Jack's death sentence echoed in the air. It was full of sarcasm and provocation.

Bowen hated the judge at that moment and wanted to let him have a taste of his own medicine.

However, he didn't have time to think about this.

As the judge said, there were still seven minutes before he could only wait for his death. He didn't expect the police to do anything at all.

Bowen could only save himself!

Thinking of this, Bowen stood up from the ground and slowly walked towards the corridor, step by step and with great difficulty.

"He hasn't given up?"

"What else does he want to do?"

"F*ck. Could it be that he wants to take the key from his son's stomach?"

"As expected of a beast! He won't even let his own son off!"

"It's best if he cuts his son's stomach open. If he does, he won't have time to take the antidote. The two of them will die together!"

Bowen was currently struggling to climb up the stairs, one section at a time. He could no longer walk up the stairs.

Although Little Bowen was his only son, no one could be an obstacle to his survival.

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While the viewers were arguing on the bullet screen, Bowen had already climbed up the stairs. Because he had no muscles to support him and had to climb up the stairs, his hands and feet had lost their basic shape. Black blood flowed out, like a pile of rotten meat hanging on his bones.

"Seven minutes to death and two minutes to loss of mobility," the deep and cold voice echoed in Bowen's ears once again.

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Chapter 5: Kill Your Son To Get the Key

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"Don't let him catch up!"

"He's already upstairs!"

"Did he really cut open his own son's stomach with a knife? I'm a little afraid to watch!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Isn't that the whole point of clicking this? To watch something exciting? Besides, both father and son are animals. The more miserable they are before they die, the better!"

While the bullet screen was being flooded with comments from the viewers, Bowen had already climbed to the room where his son, Little Bowen, was.

He saw the iron box, which contained the knife, from a distance.

Bowen immediately grabbed the iron box and reached in with his right hand.

"He didn't hesitate at all. It seems that he really doesn't think of his son as a fellow human being."

"Of course! He and his son aren't even human to begin with!"

"I've never felt time pass by so slowly like this!"

Bowen reached into the iron box with his right hand and groped around the box. Soon, he felt the handle of the knife and gripped it tightly.

However, when he was about to take the knife out, he realized that there was something on his wrist that kept him from pulling out his right hand.

Bowen then realized that there were four blades around the opening of the iron box. The sharp edges of the blades were pointed inwards.

It was easy to dig into the box because the blades were facing down, but as he tried to pull out his hand, he felt the four blades cutting his wrist.

The blades were very sharp, and he could feel the pain just by touching it lightly.

In Bowen's first few attempts to take out his hand, the four blades had already cut his right wrist.

Almost instantly, a yellowish-green liquid was seen dripping from his wrists. It was the muscle solution, and it was tainted with tinges of his fresh blood. The scene was extremely disgusting and horrifying!

"F*ck! I can't take it anymore!"

"Although I want to watch these two animals die, it's too scary. I'll retreat first."

"It's too disgusting! I'm not watching anymore. I'm waiting for the news of their tragic death. That has to be good news!"

As expected, the viewers of the live broadcast were disgusted by this scene. The popularity of the live broadcast room instantly dropped by five million.

However, it was not too big of an impact. Although many of the viewers left, they were still interested in the goings-on in the live broadcast room. They were still eagerly waiting for any news.

"Ah!!!"

A scream came from the live broadcast room. The nerves in his hands had become more sensitive because of his shrinking and dissolving muscles. He had never experienced pain like that before. Bowen screamed in pain.

"Please let me go! If you let me go, I will give you money—any amount of money you want!"

Bowen begged for mercy while crying bitterly.

"You still have 6 minutes and 30 seconds until your death. You have 1 minute and 30 seconds left before you lose the ability to move."

In response to Bowen's pleas, only one cold response was heard.

Bowen was so angry that his face, which was already melting, had become even more twisted and weird-looking.

"Just you wait! When I get out, no matter how much money I spend, I will kill you! No! I will not let you die! I will make you regret that you were ever alive! You will beg me to kill you!"

After saying this, Bowen seemed to have made up his mind.

He took off his leather shoes and stuffed them into his mouth without caring about whether they were dirty or not.

Then, with his left arm, he hugged the iron box tightly. With his right hand, he pulled hard!

"Ah!!!" he roared.

Thick red blood flowed. It was tainted with large tinges of yellow-green liquid!

The entire skin on his right hand was completely peeled off. It looked as though he was wearing surgical gloves.

Because most of his muscles had already dissolved, there was almost nothing to hold his bones and joints together. His little finger and ring finger were also torn off!

There were not many muscles wrapped around his fingers, and his bones were slowly becoming visible.

At this moment, the shape of Bowen's right hand could no longer be seen, and he could no longer hold the hilt of the knife.

The hilt fell to the ground, and Bowen also fell to the floor and wailed in pain.

"I'll be honest. At first, I scolded the judge for giving us a clickbait title. Now, I apologize. This is simply too exciting!"

"It's too bloody! This is much more exciting than those R-rated movies!"

"After watching the live broadcast of the judge, it will be difficult to watch those tacky R-rated movies in the future."

"Didn't anyone notice that Bowen can no longer get up? This time, he's dead for sure!"

"Is there a more exciting live broadcast than the live broadcast of the Death Judge?"

"Even if something of this sort existed, it can't possibly be broadcast like this. Who else would have the same software used by the judge? His live broadcast didn't end even when the server was shut down!"

"What are you thinking about? It's even more exciting than this and it can directly scare you until you faint!"

The bloody and horrifying scene stirred up discussions. The atmosphere in the live broadcast room had reached its peak.

Suddenly, Jack spoke again in a colder tone. "One minute until you lose your ability to move."

Such a small scene was not enough to make Jack react.

Jack's cold voice was streaming into Bowen's ears. Bowen felt like it was the countdown of his life.

Forcefully enduring the pain in his right hand and his entire body, Bowen used his left hand, which still had five intact fingers, to pick up the knife that had fallen to the ground.

Then, he closed his eyes and raised the knife. He suddenly stabbed at Little Bowen, who was lying on the ground. He crazily scratched Bowen's stomach back and forth.

Perhaps because his muscles had already dissolved, what was a light knife was like a heavy dumbbell in Bowen's hands, and his movements were very slow.

Bright-red blood mixed with yellow liquid from Little Bowen's intestines splashed all over Bowen's face.

When his son's belly had been cut open, Bowen opened his eyes and reached in to feel.

Again, Bowen heard a voice. "You have 50 seconds left until you lose the ability to move."

However, because Bowen had used a knife to cut the organs in his son's belly, they had been completely torn apart and mixed together. The whole scene looked eerie and disgusting, as if a bucket had been placed in a pool of mud. There was no trace of the key at all.

"I was wrong. There is a live broadcast that is even more exciting than the judge's—his live broadcast in the next minute!"

"I want to watch, but I don't dare to."

"This son of a bitch is already dead! This bastard is next!"

The audience in the live broadcast room held their breaths as they stared at the screen with their eyes wide open. They were all as nervous and excited, as if they were at the scene.

There were nearly 50 million viewers around the world. They watched as an ugly, monster-like man fumbled around in his son's stomach with bare hands.

"There are 40 seconds left until you lose your mobility," the voiceover stated.

At this moment, Bowen stopped.

A smile appeared on his twisted face. He raised his left hand while trembling. In his left hand was a piece of an unrecognizable organ. In it was a bloody key.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the bustling office of the 77th Precinct of the New York City Police Department...

Theodore looked at the screen in front of him with a very ugly expression.

In the live broadcast, they all saw that Bowen had personally killed his son in front of nearly 50 million people. He, along with many other viewers, felt that such a person might have been capable of committing the savage acts that the Death Judge had mentioned.

There is no perfect crime, as they say. It was impossible for vicious criminals to not leave a single trace. In spite of this, the New York police had yet to figure out who was behind all those killings. Somehow, the puzzle was starting to make sense.

However, the chief also felt that because of this broadcast, the New York Police Department's incompetence had just been revealed to the entire world.

Even if Bowen survived, there was a high probability that he would be sentenced to death. However, saving him and putting him on trial would give the New York police force a chance to redeem themselves.

"He has the key!" someone in the police station shouted.

"Did you ask for the blueprints of the building?"

"Chief, I've just contacted them! They're almost here!"

"Contact them immediately!"

"Yes!"

Chapter 6: Arrive at the Main Entrance

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Inside the building, meanwhile, Bowen was struggling to climb to the corridor.

He was looking at the corridor in front of him and pondering on his options. With his current physical condition and the fact that he only had thirty seconds left, he figured that if he climbed to the first floor as he normally would, it would definitely be too late.

"The end has already been decided. He still has 30 seconds left. Climbing to the first floor definitely won't be enough. Let's see if the police will arrive before he actually dies."

"He has only 30 seconds left before he loses his mobility. However, he still has more than 5 minutes and 30 seconds before he dies. The police might arrive soon."

"Latest news, everyone. I live nearby. I just saw the police car go by. It's driving very fast. I think it'll be there in about four to five minutes."

"Is there any brave warrior out there who can drive there and just block the road?"

"There's no need to block it. So many people saw him kill his son with his own hands. Moreover, the judge has already told us the time, place, and method of his crime. Even if the police arrive, he will still be sentenced to death."

"That's right. No matter how affluent he is, he won't be able to escape this time. We better worry about whether the judge will be able to escape or not. If the judge is caught by the police, he won't be given a death sentence, but he will surely be brought to prison. The minimum sentence for such a crime will be a few decades. I hope the judge doesn't get caught."

Bowen then thought of something. He moved to the side of the steps.

He made up his mind! Suddenly, he rolled himself down!

With the extent of the damage on his muscles and with his other injuries, he should not have been able to move anymore.

But at that moment, Bowen only wanted to live.

Nothing else mattered. He only wanted to stay alive!

With his wealth and status, so what if he ends up being disabled? Who cares?

He basically has a lot of money to spend, and he could just hire beautiful women to take care of him every day for the rest of his pathetic life!

Even if he would be sent to prison, he could still live a vacation-like life in prison!

The worst thing that could happen is if he would be sentenced to death!

He could spend a large amount of money to bribe the people of the court. He had loads of money, and there were plenty of people who were willing to die for him!

"F*ck! That's too ruthless! Just get out of here!"

"What's the point of living in that state? If it were me, I'd rather die!"

"Living is useless. Living is worse than dying!"

"It would be better if he died like this, but you have to know how much money he has. If he ends up living after this, he will still be able to live comfortably! With his wealth, no one would care if he's a monster. He could still have as many beautiful women as he wants!"

Kacha!

Bowen rolled down and hit the wall, breaking a few bones.

However, he did not feel much pain. Compared to the intense pain of his muscles dissolving, the pain of his bones breaking could be ignored.

Surprisingly, he used the same method again. He rolled down another flight of stairs!

"You have 30 seconds left until you lose your ability to move."

Another countdown warned Bowen, striking his fragile nerves.

He did not care about the few broken bones in his body!

Just like that, Bowen rolled down the stairs again and again.

Very soon, he was on the first floor.

At that moment, only Bowen's skull had remained intact. Everything else in his body was broken.

The remaining three fingers on his right hand were all broken. Like a tree branch that had been run over by a car, they were twisted in three different directions. The finger bones pierced out from the middle and stuck to his shaking hand. His skin was hanging on the surface of his hand, and it looked like it would fall off at any time.

His left shoulder was also broken, and his entire arm was twisted to the back. One of his knees seemed to be completely nonexistent. The lower leg was bent from the front to the thigh, and a long leg bone protruded from the back of the knee.

His entire body was in such a strange and twisted position. From time to time, mucus mixed with muscle solution and blood flowed out from all over his orifices.

He looked like a sack filled with branches and flesh, or like a piece of meat that was beginning to rot.

"I vomited! It's too disgusting!"

"He's no longer human!"

"Looking like that, he wouldn't even need makeup or special effects to act in horror movies!"

"That's not right! There aren't such disgusting and weird monsters in horror movies!"

"Hurry up and die! I can't help but vomit! If you don't die, I won't watch anymore. I really can't watch anymore!"

"Keep watching. You'll regret it for a month if you don't. As for me, I know I won't have the chance to watch such a strange live broadcast in the future. l will surely regret it for the rest of my life!"

"Look! He's still moving!"

The countdown sounded again!

"Twenty seconds left until loss of mobility."

Bowen could already see the main entrance of the building. The main entrance of the building was very sturdy!

He only needed to open the main entrance. He believed that if the ambulance would arrive before the end of the countdown, he could still be saved!

In the worst-case scenario, by the time the police broke the door down, he would already be drenched in cold water.

Looking at the main door not far away, Bowen's will to survive was aroused!

Using his completely damaged body, he moved towards the main door bit by bit.

The distance between them was slowly pulled closer.

"Ten seconds until complete loss of mobility."

Just as Jack's cold voice sounded off again, Bowen had already moved to the front door.

Since his left shoulder was already broken, he could only release his left hand and throw the key on the ground. He picked it up with his mouth and inserted the key between the two fingers of his right hand.

Bowen raised his right hand and raised the key high, approaching the keyhole.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something.

He suddenly stopped.

"Five."

"Four."

As Jack coldly started counting down, Bowen started to struggle crazily, but he could only turn around on the spot.

"He can't stand up anymore! His hand can't reach the keyhole! He can't open the lock!"

"This idiot! He fell down the stairs, so both his legs are broken!"

"I think I heard a siren. I hope the police doesn't make it in time!"

No matter how much Bowen struggled, he couldn't reach the keyhole.

"Two."

"One."

As Jack's voice fell, Bowen stopped struggling.

He was lying on the ground in front of the main entrance of the building. He was not moving anymore.

"Five minutes until death."

Jack's low and cold voice seemed to contain a hint of mockery.

"Bowen has lost his ability to move. His last chance relied on whether the police would arrive soon and whether they would be able to break the door in five minutes."

Meanwhile, back at the police station...

"Where are you guys?!" Director Theodore's furious voice echoed in the police station.

"Reporting to the director—we are still about four minutes away from the target's location!"

"You must arrive in four minutes!" Theodore roared.

"Yes!"

"Bowen failed to open the main door. You will directly break in from the side, where the defense is weaker!"

"Yes!"

Chief Theodore hung up the phone. His hands were trembling.

If they were unable to save Bowen, the integrity and competency of the New York Police Department would be questioned. His position as chief would probably be in danger.

"Where is the ambulance?"

"The hospital is close. The ambulance is almost there!"

"Tell them to wait for us to break the door."

"Yes, Chief!"

The live broadcast was still focused on Bowen.

On the screen, Bowen, who had already lost his human form, fell in front of a thick and luxurious door.

This door was like a checkpoint to the underworld, separating life and death.

The sirens in the live broadcast were getting louder and louder, as if they were almost there.

"One minute to death."

"Go, go, go! Break in through the side door!"

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Chapter 7: A Design That Was Accurate To the Second

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

Following a series of gunshots, the scene in the live broadcast room began to rotate.

The police officers had already started to break the door from the side, and the gunshots continued to ring out.

"Remember not to empty your magazines. The criminal might still be hiding in the building!"

Chief Ross, who held the highest position at the scene, reminded his police officers to save their ammo.

Very soon, the lock on the side door was shattered by the gunshots.

"Quick! Kick the door!"

Under Ross's command, a few police officers kicked the side door together and directly knocked the side door to the ground.

"Block the medical staff in the middle! Follow me in!"

A few police officers rushed in with the medical staff.

"Thirty seconds left until death," Jack said once again.

He "considerately" counted down the time.

"Don't let them save Bowen!"

"Does the judge have any other ideas? Hurry up and kill Bowen. Don't let him be saved!"

"I'm too nervous. I won't dare to watch anymore. If I see Bowen being saved, I might have a heart attack!"

"I want to rush over and kill him now!"

"Trust the Death Judge! He hasn't made any mistakes so far. Everything has been planned very accurately!"

Another barrage of bullets flew past.

"Quick, quick, quick! Medical staff, go and save them!"

The medical staff immediately rushed to Bowen's side. A few police officers also circled around them, blocking and protecting Bowen and the medical staff in the middle. They were on high alert in case the judge had any other tricks up his sleeve.

A doctor who looked to be the oldest, anxiously shouted, "Give me the antidote and epinephrine!" He kept waving his hand to signal to the nurse beside him.

They had already brought a few types of antidotes for the muscle dissolving medicine before they set off. They had also watched the live broadcast on the way. Through Bowen's symptoms, they could already determine which type of medicine he had drunk.

The nurse quickly took out two syringes and two bottles of medicine from the first-aid kit.

She skillfully drew the medicine into the syringes.

"Five."

"Four."

Jack also began the final countdown.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also extremely nervous at that moment. No one sent bullet messages, and they were all waiting for the final result.

The nurse had just picked up Bowen's broken left arm and was about to inject it when the doctor stopped her.

"We can't inject him like this. His muscles have already dissolved. It won't be easy to find his blood vessels. Moreover, there are so many fractures. His blood vessels might be damaged. Even if we inject him, it will still leak out. We can only inject him internally. Give it to me. I'll inject him."

The doctor quickly explained the reason and grabbed the syringe.

"One." Jack finished stating the last second of the countdown.

The doctor suddenly stabbed the needle into Bowen's left chest.

With a muffled bang, the broken parts of Bowen's limbs spurted out muscle solution and blood.

The mixture splashed onto the doctors, nurses, and the surrounding police officers.

"What happened?! He was fine just now. Why did he suddenly spurt out blood?"

Chief Ross, who had always been hot-tempered, asked when he saw what was happening.

"He's dead!" the doctor replied.

"How did he suddenly die?! Are you really consider yourself a doctor? Are you saving people or killing people?!" Ross knew the negative impact of this matter, and he could not help but curse.

After the doctor heard it, he held back his temper and explained, "The patient's muscle dissolution was too severe, and his injuries were too severe. His heart could not withstand the injection and exploded."

"F*ck! F*ck!" Ross angrily kicked the French window with his leather shoes to vent his anger.

Following the doctor's explanation, his anger reached a few points, but the viewers in the live broadcast room were indeed extremely happy.

"Boom!"

"A heart explosion. That kind of death is suitable for that bastard!"

"Correction—upstairs, he was already having a heart explosion just from being tortured."

"Look at that sheriff. He's actually still angry about this scumbag's death! As a New Yorker, I really feel ashamed to have such a sheriff!"

"It's too scary. I'm going to have a nightmare tonight!"

"The judge is too cool! Every step he takes is calculated to the extreme, not missing a second!"

"He executed the criminal in front of the police. The judge is too strong! From today onwards, the judge is my idol!"

"He's a hero who walks in the darkness!"

"He's also my idol. Can the judge help me kill someone?"

"I also want to ask the host to kill someone! That person is also a scumbag! He has done many evil things. He deserves to die!"

At this moment, the live broadcast room had been dominated by bullet comments. All kinds of gifts were constantly being rewarded to other viewers. Those who did not know would think that it was a holiday.

Jack, who was hiding in the darkness, smiled slightly. His gaze fell on Sheriff Ross. He was about 35 years old, had blond hair, a long face, and was 1.8 meters tall.

"We will meet again. This is just the beginning."

After saying that, he closed the live broadcast room.

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"This death trial has ended. The verdict has been successful. The difficulty level of this death trial is being reviewed...The review has been completed. The difficulty level of this death trial is medium. Rewards received—100 trial points. Unlocked Scene: Snowy Train."

—

Following that, a transparent attribute panel that belonged to Jack appeared in front of him.

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Death Judge: Jack Norton

Age: 22

Personality: calm, rational

Combat Power: 50

Current unlocked scenario: Snowy Train

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Jack took a casual look at the unlocked scenario.

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Snowy Train: a scenario suitable for multi-target trials. The designer can use the scenario to create a variety of rules to judge the target for execution.

—

Also, on the right side of the attributes panel, Jack found that there were three major options: live broadcast scene, host's ability, and the item store.

He opened them one by one. In the live broadcast scene, there were all kinds of unique scenes, such as Chainsaw Fright, Secret Room Death, Horror Street, and so on.

Among the host's abilities, there were speed, strength, agility, flash, dizziness, and so on.

Finally, there was the item store, which had a complete range of items. There were soundproof cards, elevator control cards, lighting and sound effects cards, signal blocking cards, and so on. It could be said that it had everything.

However, all of the above items, whether they were scenes, abilities, or items, were expensive. If one wanted to use them, they would have to spend judgment points. They could be used as one-time consumables, or they could be bought out permanently. However, the judgment points were also hard to earn. Even the cheapest soundproof card would cost 10 judgment points.

After Jack carefully read through all of them, the corners of his mouth became more and more wanton. A hint of confidence and contempt that could not be hidden flashed in his eyes. With the help of the judicial system and with his talent and intelligence, who could beat him? Whoever he wanted to kill would have to die. No sinner could be his opponent!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the financial building...

"Chief, what do we do now?" a police officer asked.

The angry Ross forced himself to suppress his anger and said, "You guys go and guard all the doors and lock down the entire building. When the others arrive, search the entire building!"

"Yes!"

Not long after, the other people from the police station rushed over and carried out a thorough search.

"Chief, the security guards have been found. They've all been drugged in the basement."

The news made Ross so angry that he wanted to kick the bulletproof glass of the building to pieces.

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Chapter 8: The Police

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The front door of the building was not locked at all!

In other words, Bowen and the entire police station were all fooled by this judge!

If Bowen had pushed the door directly instead of smashing the glass when he first arrived downstairs, then he could have easily survived!

If the police had not broken through the side door but tried to break through the front door, then they could have saved Bowen!

However, none of them did. The judge deliberately left such a big hole in the unlocked front door, as if it was to tease and mock all of them!

Such a simple thought trap easily fooled everyone. All the strange and abnormal events that Bowen encountered at the beginning made them subconsciously choose to completely believe the judge's words.

This was not the most ironic part.

According to the information provided by the doctor after the incident, it was impossible to accurately predict how many minutes the victim had until he would lose the ability to move. Moreover, when Bowen drank the water, there was no scale to measure how much he drank.

The judge's countdown was meant to pressure Bowen psychologically. If the judge had not made a countdown or if Bowen had chosen not to listen, then he would have been able to continue moving for a few minutes, and he would not have died so early!

A fake countdown? An unlocked main door?

The policemen felt humiliated as they pondered on their incompetence. They looked extremely gloomy.

After that, the search of the building was completed. The bodies of both Bowen and Little Bowen were sent to the forensic department for an examination. The bottle of water from which Bowen drank, the knife that was used to cut open Little Bowen's stomach, the iron box, and all other evidence were sealed and taken away for examination.

Meanwhile, at One Police Plaza, the headquarters of the New York Police Department, the officers were discussing what had transpired and how it affects them.

"You guys..."

In the conference room, Chief Superintendent Terrence's expression was ugly. He wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. He had been a police officer for so many years, but he had never been humiliated like that. He had never lost such a person.

"What do you want me to say? So many people have been played by a criminal! If you're not embarrassed about this whole fiasco, well I am! The entire United States—no, the whole world—now knows how stupid we New York police officers are!"

Terrence snorted and continued, "Fortunately, the judge didn't mention this during the live broadcast. If he did, we'll be the biggest joke of the century!"

At the mention of this matter, everyone at the scene fell silent and lowered their heads.

At that moment, Chief Theodore stood up and looked at Chief Superintendent Terrence.

"Chief, I didn't handle this matter properly. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I should be the one in charge. I'm willing to accept the punishment!"

Someone then stood up and spoke. "Chief Theodore cannot be entirely blamed for this matter. It happened too suddenly and within a limited amount of time. We could have easily fallen into the trap of the murderer. Moreover, we can see that this so-called judge has a very high IQ. He deliberately left the front door unlocked. He is extremely confident. Not only is he an expert in psychology, but he also has a very high anti-detection ability. There was not a single clue left at the scene. Even the sound of the live broadcast was specially handled. I suggest that you hand this case over to the Special Operations Bureau. The bureau is more experienced in handling such complex crimes."

The person who said this was the director of the Special Operations Bureau of the New York Police Department, Anthony. His work ethics were similar to Theodore's. The Special Operations Bureau and the 77th Precinct of the New York Police Department had been fighting for many years, and this time was no exception.

When Theodore heard his sworn enemy's words, an unsightly expression washed over his face, and he said, "I messed up the matter myself. I will make up for it myself, and I will catch the murderer!"

Chief Superintendent Terrence glanced at Theodore. "All right. From today onwards, the New York Police Department will set up a special task force. You will be the team leader. I will transfer elites from each bureau to you. No matter who the murderer is, you must catch him within seven days!"

"Yes, sir!"

Terrence nodded and said, "Tonight, the Special Operations Department will act immediately. Investigate those four cases immediately. Also, send someone to the art museum in Queens to look for the bodies of high school students and see if they can find them. I still have to report to my superiors. The impact of this case is too bad. If we are not careful, we will all be suspended."

"Chief, we—"

Anthony was still unwilling to give up. He wanted to continue fighting, but Terrence sighed and walked out of the meeting room without looking back.

"Set off immediately and head to the art museum in Queens!"

"Yes, sir!"

When Anthony arrived with his men at the art museum in Queens, the museum was already surrounded by people. A few people were sitting at the entrance of the museum. They were crying very sadly, attracting a lot of onlookers.

Someone sighed loudly and said, "This family has been looking for the child for several years. They thought the child had run away from home, but he was buried in a museum not far away."

Another person said, "The murderer hasn't been caught for so many years. These police officers are really wasting our taxpayers' money!"

"And that homeless man who was boiled alive? I've seen him in the square before. He's so pitiful!"

"I really don't know what kind of person would do such a beastly act. If it weren't for the judge, not to mention us, even the police wouldn't have known about this!"

"We can't be sure if they really didn't know. They might have been bribed! Think about how many crimes Bowen had committed. How could they not have had any clues? Think about how much money he had. He could have easily bribed the police, right?"

"I think so too. Tonight, that Bowen just looked so stupid. He didn't seem like someone who would commit a crime without leaving a trace!"

"Fortunately, Bowen has been tortured to death. Otherwise, these people who died—their families would never have known the truth! Speaking of which, we have to thank that judge!"

"Yeah! He's a hero who walks in the darkness! A real hero!"

Anthony listened to the discussions of the people around him. He didn't expect that a murderer with cruel methods would suddenly become a hero. He had the support of so many fans and the public.

Moreover, the New York police force was being questioned like this.

If that was the case, it would be more difficult to solve the case.

However, Anthony himself also had some doubts. Did Bowen really bribe the people of the police force? Or was the police really so stupid that they didn't find any clues?

"Theodore, in seven days, if you can't solve the case, I will apply," Anthony said in a low voice.

After knowing the clues, Anthony led the police officers around the museum and used a shovel to turn the place upside down.

After finding the victim's bones, the grieving family ran over to hold the bones. However, because the bones needed to be submitted to the lab for a forensic examination, Anthony tried hard to calm the family down and explain the situation to them.

Throughout the night, all the NYPD officers searched for the bodies of the victims.

After the investigation, the four cases were all as the judge had said. They were all crimes committed by Bowen. The nature of the crimes was extremely bad, but the NYPD did not announce the results of the investigation so as not to cause a more negative impact.

The next day, Jack checked his phone as soon as he woke up. he had received more than a dozen push messages. They were all about the live broadcast of the trial.

He's hot again.

Chapter 9: Facing up To Chief Ross

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Death Judge's Live Broadcast Room: Live Broadcast Judge Challenging the Police's Bottom Line!

Death Judge: Live Broadcast of Execution and Murder!

Victims' Families Expressed Their Gratitude To Death Judge for Sentencing Philemon Bowen!

Death Judge: Hero or Criminal?

Bowen Oil Boss Philemon Bowen Was Sentenced To Death in Live Broadcast, Bowen Oil's Stock Price Plummeted!

Was He a Death Judge or a Vicious Thug? Was He a Hero Walking in the Dark or a Devil Venting His Desires?

He Was a High-IQ Criminal! His Was a Perfect Design That Was Accurate To the Second!

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There were many headlines like this, one after another. All of them had popped up all over the Internet.

Jack glanced at them, but none of them were about the front door being unlocked or the fake countdown. A smile appeared on Jack's face, and he randomly clicked on one. He did even bother reading the article. He went straight to the comments section of the netizens.

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"He's not a hero or a criminal. He is a civilian law enforcer!"

"That's right! He's a civilian law enforcer. He only did what everyone wanted to do because nobody knew how to do it or nobody dared to do it!"

"Of course he's a hero. He is the nemesis of evil! The other criminals who have not been arrested should be careful. You might be next!"

"I think he did the right thing."

"That's right! I only care if he killed the people who deserved to be killed. This Bowen's crimes are simply abnormal! Just based on this point alone, I support him!"

"No matter how hateful or how big of a crime this Bowen committed, he should be handed over to the police to be dealt with by the law! Carrying out an execution privately is a crime. He is a criminal!"

—

Most of the comments were in support of Jack's execution. The few comments that reprimanded the judge were immediately drowned out by the angry netizens.

Jack turned off the news and smiled. He did not want to be a dark enforcer or a nemesis of evil. He was not a saint. His goal was simple. He wanted to become stronger. However, the only way to become stronger was through the death trial live broadcast.

Of course, he also liked this kind of game where one's IQ was crushed. He felt an indescribable excitement as he watched these sinners walk towards death one by one.

After washing up, Jack went out. He had been in this world for a month. He was not like other typical male protagonists. Others, after transmigrating, would plagiarize novels, songs, or movies with the help of the system. By that, they would become famous or earn money. Others would embezzle large amounts of money and would manipulate hot, beautiful women to surround them. Such characters would be at the peak of their lives.

But Jack also had his own job. He was a security guard at the Empire State Building.

It was also worth noting that every time he went on air, the viewers would take a random cut of the money and transfer it through the International Bank, several times, to Jack's account, and the rest of the money would be randomly transferred to 10 million accounts, making it difficult for the police to track the money. This was also one way to protect Jack from being discovered.

During last night's live broadcast, Jack received a total of $1,500 in gift money.

As a reward for himself, Jack had a sumptuous breakfast.

When Jack arrived at the Empire State Building, there were a few police cars parked outside. The previous night's live broadcast was the talk of the town, and the police had already mobilized manpower and started a large-scale search. They believed that such an important building like the Empire State Building would definitely not be let off.

At that moment, Sheriff Ross was interrogating one of Jack's colleagues.

He grinned and muttered, "We meet again."

Jack narrowed his eyes, sneered, and walked away, pretending not to take notice.

A transparent virtual interface appeared in front of him, with an attribute scan result on it.

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Ross:

Crime Value: 30 (maximum value of 45)

Force Value: 45 (maximum value of 50)

—

The maximum value at the end was a prediction given by the system's valuation model, which meant that it might reach a certain level in the near future.

When he scanned Bowen, his sin value was 80 and his valuation was 95. The system's punishment range was at a minimum of 60.

He grinned and muttered to himself. "His brain isn't that good, and his combat strength isn't that good either."

Jack shook his head, and the virtual interface disappeared.

"Jack, you're here."

Jack's security colleague hurriedly waved at Jack. He had been interrogated repeatedly by the police that morning, and he was annoyed to death.

"Mr. Sheriff, I've told you everything I know. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask him. He's also a security guard here. My girlfriend is looking for me. Sorry. Excuse me."

His colleague walked straight to Jack and pulled him to the side.

"Bowen is dead. It's that Philemon Bowen. Did you know he died last night?"

"I watched the live broadcast last night. It was really exciting," Jack replied.

"Still exciting? This bunch of money-grubbers has been investigating for the whole morning. I'm so annoyed. I'm leaving first. I'll leave it to you," he said to Jack.

"Okay. You can go back." Jack walked in front of Sheriff Ross as he spoke. He looked at Ross carefully and with a smile, said, "Mr. Sheriff, I know you. You were on the live broadcast last night. You were very impressive. I watched the whole thing."

Ross's expression turned ugly. He coldly said, "Between seven and eight last night, where were you? What were you doing?"

"I went home after work. As for what I was doing, of course I was watching the live broadcast." Jack chuckled.

No matter how he looked at it, Ross felt like he was laughing at himself. He rolled his eyes. It was not easy to express the anger in his heart.

At that moment, the other police officers came down from upstairs.

"Sheriff Ross, the surveillance cameras upstairs and in the parking lot have been obtained."

"The staff members of the Empire State Building have also finished their investigation. The other teams have found something suspicious. They found something in Bowen's trash can."

Ross glanced at Jack, and in a cold tone, said, "Stop talking. Report back to me later."

"Yes, sir!"

Then, Ross stared at Jack coldly.

"Sooner or later, I will catch the murderer with my own hands!" Ross said.

Jack only smiled lightly. "Sheriff Ross, when you solve the case and make a contribution, I will definitely remember to read the newspapers and cheer for you."

Ross gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a group of reporters rushed over when they heard the news. They quickly surrounded Ross.

"Sheriff Ross, I heard that you are the person in charge of this case. May I know your opinion on the death judge? Do you have the confidence to solve the case?"

"May I know if the death judge will continue to commit crimes? Is Bowen really the murderer?"

"Why did the death judge choose to kill people live? Is he demonstrating to the police? May I know what actions you will take next?"

This was the first time Ross was surrounded by so many reporters. Each question gave him a headache.

"The case is still under investigation. I cannot reveal anything yet! If you want to know the progress of the case, you can pay attention to the police's situation. In addition, this death inquisitor is very cruel and is an extremely dangerous person. I would like to remind the public to protect themselves. If you see any suspicious people, call the police immediately."

"Ross!" the reporters yelled as they hounded after him.

The corner of Jack's mouth revealed a faint, inconspicuous smile.

Following that, Ross led his people away. Some of the onlookers at the scene did not disperse, and they were starting to discuss among themselves their own opinions about the matter. The reporters were disappointed because they did not obtain any valuable news.

However, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke. "You mean the main entrance of the building was not locked at all last night? Whom did you hear it from?"

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Chapter 10: Task Force Zero

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As soon as Jack opened his mouth, the reporters gathered around him like sharks that had smelled blood.

Jack immediately retreated from the crowd. He was the one who had said those words in a hushed voice.

The power of the media was terrifying. Just like those in Jack's original world, the media was the vanguard of law enforcement. Many cases were investigated and dealt with fairly only after the media had exposed them.

In this parallel world, under the premise that the degree of freedom was higher, the media were even more unscrupulous.

Soon, the news about the live broadcast of Bowen's death came out again.

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"Exclusive Report: The Police Were Fooled by the Death Inquisitor!"

"The Death Inquisitor Let Everyone Fall Into His Trap! the Main Door Was Not Locked at All!"

"Fooled the Police! the Death Inquisitor Did Not Lock the Main Door at All!"

"According To Medical Experts, It Is Impossible To Determine the Exact Time Left Until Total Muscle Dissolution. The Countdown Is a Psychological Misdirection!"

"The Death Inquisitor Has a Technique That Fooled Everyone!"

—

Although most of the news was simply written by a relatively irrelevant editor who had no proof to support his claims, the news still caused a huge frenzy and put immense pressure on the police. A large number of reporters swarmed towards the city. The entire New York police station was like a bar. It was chaotic.

It had to be said that these reporters were very good at fabricating fake news. Jack himself would have believed it if he had nothing to do with it.

Regardless of whether the news was true or not, the moment it was released, the public went mad.

"These police officers are really stupid. They were deceived by a criminal!"

"The death judge is not a criminal. He is the one who is trying a criminal!"

"What a genius! He deceived Bowen, the police, and all of us!"

"Not only is he a genius, but he is also extremely confident! He really left the door unlocked and no one noticed!"

"No one paid attention to the police who protected our safety. Why are they so incompetent?"

"The taxes paid by the citizens every year are spent on a bunch of worms!"

Chief Superintendent Terrence stood in front of the window and pulled down the blinds with his fingers. Through the gaps, he looked at the reporters gathered downstairs with a solemn expression.

"Other than the Death Inquisitor and the internal members of our police department, no one else knows about this. Unless the Death Inquisitor or someone from our internal department went to the media and told them about what really happened, we can't really stop the media. Who knows if the Death Inquisitor is even one of our internal members!" Chief Ross voiced his thoughts.

Terrence frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "There's no need to rush. We can't come up with conclusions that easily. At first, we thought that he didn't say anything because he wanted to save us from embarrassment. It didn't seem like he had provoked us. But now it seems like he did it on purpose, as though he intentionally let this matter ferment for a while so that we would be even more humiliated. He did it on purpose to mess us up. If that were the case, then this guy is not someone to be trifled with. If he were to announce it, then the police force would be really messed up. If we don't mention it at all, who knows what could happen next? If it were the Death Inquisitor who intentionally spread the news, he might have an ulterior motive. We can still follow up on the clues. However, we can announce the results of the investigation of Bowen's crimes. After all, we already have enough evidence. Also, how's your investigation going?"

Ross answered, "We found a death notice in the trash can of Bowen's office, but no fingerprints were found on it. The text was also printed by a printer. The company's surveillance cameras have also been checked. The suspect seems to be very familiar with the location of the camera, and he didn't leave any clues. As for Bowen's social connections, they are more complicated. We haven't finished the investigation yet, but the possibility of revenge killings is not high."

"Does that mean that the Death Inquisitor really thinks of himself as the Inquisitor?" Terrence said with wide eyes.

"Of course not. He's a bloodthirsty killer! Right now, we have two objectives. The first is to study the components of the muscle-dissolving solution. It has been tested. We have already checked all the hospitals in New York that have this medicine. The second is to trace the live broadcast room. We need to check his IP address. Also, we can't find the money that the netizens gave us. We can reverse-track it and see who has recently received funds that match the amount of the reward."

After Ross spoke, Terrence nodded and said, "Do you see that car? I hired a god for you."

"Who is it?"

Ross looked over and looked out as a car had come to a stop. A tall and very beautiful woman came down from the car. She looked to be in her thirties and had long blonde hair. She looked very elegant.

"Monica?"

Ross was surprised. Everyone in the police system knew about this woman. She was a professor of criminal psychology at Stanford University and a professional first-level police captain. Her main research areas were criminal psychology, criminal psychology portraits, social psychology research, and organized crime. She was also involved in a lot of other campaigns and studies conducted by experts and talented women.

"How is it? For this case, can you be the chief captain?" Terrence asked Ross.

"Of course, of course. I promise to catch the murderer as soon as possible," Ross answered.

"Yes, all right. Internet police officer Judy, the former captain of the American Hacker Union; Forensic Doctor Bowman, the President of the American Forensic Association; and Trace Expert Hart, the President of the American Criminal Technology Association—the personnel assigned to you are all elites. In addition to Monica and a great detective like you, the five members of the Special Task Force are complete. From today onwards, the Special Task Force will be established, and its name will be Zero."

"Yes, sir!" Ross was very excited.

Following that, the police held a press conference and announced Bowen's crimes to the public.

However, they did not explain whether the main door of the building was not locked and whether the death judge's countdown was misleading.

However, the release of the tiniest bit of news concerning the Death Inquisitor caused a huge reaction on the Internet.

The discussions of netizens were heated up, and the Death Inquisitor was one of the top searches on the Internet for several days.

The netizens were roughly divided into two camps: support and opposition.

This was in line with the reaction of the audience.

The opposition was simply that no matter what. They could not resort to lynching. Everything had to be solved by law. What the death judge did—sentencing a criminal without tapping the authorities—was a crime in itself. If everyone followed suit and did this, society would become chaotic.

The supporters thought that no one would have the courage to do such a thing. No one would have dared to touch or mess with Philomen Bowen. He was an affluent criminal. He was very wealthy and was held a high status in society, so he was virtually untouchable. Even if he had committed so many crimes, it would have been easy for him to escape the punishment of the law. The Death Inquisitor's execution was something that the law could not control. What was important for the Death Inquisitor was that people like Bowen deserved to die.

Although there were many who questioned the Death Inquisitor's way of sentencing, there were many supporters who expressed their faith in him. Most people still thought that a criminal like Bowen deserved to be punished that way and that he should have been punished.

There was also a small number of people who were neutral about the whole thing. Most of these people thought that the Death Inquisitor had done the right thing by executing Bowen, but for a moment, they also believed that it was just too bloody and vicious.

Jack sat in the security room and watched the news for a while. Then, he put away his phone and looked at the people walking in and out of the hall. Suddenly, a girl who looked like a high school student came into sight.

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Chapter 11: Attack Again

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The girl was about 1.6 meters tall and was dressed very fashionably.

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Kelly:

Sin value: 50 (maximum value of 55)

Force value: 20 (maximum value of 25)

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"Why is the sin value of a high school girl so high?" Jack was a little puzzled. Generally speaking, crimes such as stealing, robbery, and prostitution would not exceed 50. Only crimes such as murders or hired murders would exceed 60, and yet this girl had already reached 50. Jack was a little confused. Would a high school student kill someone? Could she have killed a girl?

No matter what, Jack knew that the system would not fail in such assessments. It was never wrong.

Many people were like this. On the surface, they looked kind and cute, but on the inside, they were extremely dirty.

Therefore, Jack deliberately used the system to mark her. In the future, he could follow up to see if her values would qualify her for execution.

After looking at her for a while, Jack retracted his gaze, gently rubbed his head, and then closed his eyes.

Even though Bowen was dead, it did not mean that this matter was completely over!

He still had a lot of things to do!

...

As night fell, the arrival of dark clouds made New York seem a little gloomy that night. However, the neon lights that filled the city diluted the darkness of the night, just like New York's nickname—the city that never sleeps!

Jack packed his things. When he left after his shift, a few tall women with heavy makeup walked into the Empire State Building in high heels, exposing their white legs. They attracted a lot of attention.

These women were all going to the hotel upstairs. To put it bluntly, they were all high-class ladies.

Jack glanced at them coldly. Their criminal values were at around 40, so he was not interested in them at all.

However, the women looked at him a few more times.

"That little security guard who just passed by is so handsome!"

"I noticed him a long time ago, but he looks very cold!"

"You'd better stay away from such people. He might be a psychopath. When the time comes, he'll tie you up and whip you!"

The other girl scoffed and said, "It's not like I've never done that before."

Jack ignored them and acted as if he did not hear them. He went out expressionlessly and flagged down a taxi before leaving.

At seven o'clock that evening, the front of the Gold Coast Villa on Long Island was full of cars. They were all people involved with Bowen's business. On the surface, it seemed like they were only there to visit. In fact, they all went there for a different purpose.

Around that time, a Porsche stopped in front. The woman sitting in the front passenger seat was Alice, a twenty-five-year-old woman who was the boss of the Wednesday Bar. She was also Bowen's lover.

"You go. I won't go," Alice said to Morrison, who was driving.

Her relationship with Morrison was not as simple as it seemed. They were friends with benefits, and he was also her bodyguards and driver. It was very complicated.

"Okay. I'll go and come back quickly. Wait for me in the car," Morrison said as he got out of the car and walked into the villa.

As soon as he entered the hall, a black shadow appeared from a corner not far away. He looked like a ghost.

Dong!

Meanwhile, there was a noise coming from the car window. Alice, who was thinking about how to acquire more of Bowen's properties, was shocked.

She turned her head.

There was no one there, but there were two cards stuck in the window.

Alice, who thought it was a prank, picked up the cards and was ready to throw them away.

But she was suddenly stunned, and her pupils contracted violently.

On the black cards were words printed in bright red.

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Death Notice!

Subject: Alice

Crime: murder

Execution Date: April 10, 2021

Executor: Death Judge

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Death Notice!

Subject: Morrison

Crime: rape, murder

Execution Date: April 10, 2021

Executor: Death Judge

—

"Death Judge? Live execution?"

Alice was holding the cards tightly, and she was trembling with fear.

At this moment, Morrison came out of the villa. With a soft thud, the car door was pulled open, and Alice jumped again.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Alice screamed with a sobbing voice.

"What's wrong? You scared me," Morrison said as he looked at Alice in confusion.

"The death notice! It's the death notice that Bowen received before he died. We also received it!" Alice shrieked.

Morrison grabbed the cards and looked at them. His face suddenly turned pale. Looking at the death notice with the depressing bright-red words on the black background, he became anxious.

"Who gave it to you? Did you see who gave it to you?" he asked Alice.

"I didn't see. I don't know. I was thinking about Bowen just now when I heard the car window ring. I turned around and didn't see anyone. I only saw two cards. Why don't we call the police? I don't want to die! I'm still young!" Alice was becoming hysterical.

"We can't call the police. We have people's lives on our hands. If we call the police, we're done!"

"Then what should we do? Could the water have been drugged?"

The two of them recalled the live broadcast the previous night. They were very scared. They threw all the water and drinks out of the car and checked the car carefully again. They did not find anything wrong with the car, so they were finally relieved. Only then did the two of them realize that their backs had been soaked in cold sweat.

The two of them then sat in the car and prepared to start the car.

Morrison tried to start the car a few times, but it was unable to start.

Puzzled, Alice asked, "Why aren't we leaving yet?"

Meanwhile, Morrison's forehead was already covered with tiny beads of cold sweat.

"The car isn't starting," he muttered nervously.

"Could it be..."

"Let's go! Get out of the car quickly!"

Before Alice could react, Morrison hurriedly pulled down the car door handle, only to find that the car door was locked and could not be opened no matter how hard he tried.

"Quick! Try your side!" he yelled.

Alice, who was already panicking, also quickly pulled down the door handle, but it was also locked.

At this moment, the car suddenly started automatically and drove slowly on the road.

"What's going on?" Alice asked in a panic.

"How would I know whoever is pulling a prank on us? Whoever you are, don't let me catch you!"

Morrison tried to comfort himself.

The Porsche gradually sped up. Morrison quickly grabbed the steering wheel, but the steering wheel was completely out of control.

It didn't work even if he stepped on the brakes.

There was a bend ahead, and the car was about to hit the roadside.

Suddenly, the car's steering wheel began to spin uncontrollably, and it turned the corner.

As they passed the corner, Morrison saw a man in a black suit and a black top hat standing by the roadside. Although it was not raining, he was still holding a black umbrella that had not been opened. His face could not be seen clearly.

"I'll break the window and prepare to jump!"

"I'm afraid! I won't dare to jump!" Alice shrieked.

"You won't dare to jump? Then do you want to die?"

Morrison covered his face and was about to break the window with his elbow.

Suddenly, he saw in the rearview mirror that someone was seated in the back seat.

It was the man in a black suit. It was the same man he had seen by the roadside.

Morrison was stunned for a moment. He wanted to see his face clearly, but he noticed that even up close the man's face was still hidden in the shadows.

Jack leaned his body slightly forward and placed his left and right hands on the necks of Alice and Morrison.

The two felt a slight pain. Morrison subconsciously touched his neck and felt that he was being pierced with a miniature needle!

It was a stun needle.

Then, the two of them blacked out and lost consciousness. They fainted and fell on the seats.

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Chapter 12: Live

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At 8:00 PM, Task Force Zero had a breakthrough.

According to the investigation, Queens Hospital in New York had recently lost a bottle of muscle-dissolving medicine. That night, the pharmacy where the medicine was stored suddenly had a power failure. After the power was restored, the medical staff counted the medicine and found that a bottle of muscle-dissolving medicine was missing.

In addition, Queens Hospital in New York had a complex relationship with Bowen.

The director of the Queen's Hospital of New York was Alice's relative, and Alice was one of Bowen's lovers.

Monica, the ice beauty, spun the pen in her hand and pondered on this most recent discovery. "Queen's Hospital is not the only hospital that has this kind of muscle-dissolving drug. Moreover, Queen's Hospital of New York is superior compared to other hospitals in this area, whether in facilities or in security measures. The death judge chose this hospital. Psychologically, it's a show-off. However, if he chose to reveal the mind trap, it would be more of a show-off of his killing skills. However, he didn't. Therefore, I think that he chose Queen's Hospital of New York on purpose. There's another reason. Perhaps it has something to do with Alice. I suggest that we interrogate Alice!"

"I agree with Monica's analysis."

Hart glanced at Monica as he spoke. He was very interested in this ice-cold beauty, but it was a pity that she did not seem to notice him at all.

"I'm only interested in corpses. I'm not interested in the matters of the living. It's up to you guys," Bowman said nonchalantly.

Ross did not know what to say. If it were up to him, these people were more like psychopathic murderers. However, he felt that Monica's words made sense. He also had the same guess, but he did not go too deep into it. He felt that this might be a breakthrough.

"Willie, send people to find Alice."

Ross looked at the muscular man beside him. His name was Willie. He was 1.9 meters tall and was a famous attacker in the 77th precinct. He was a shooter and had won the championship of the New York police fighting ring. However, he was impulsive and hot-tempered. He had once beaten the criminal suspect into dementia with one punch. Otherwise, he would have long been a sheriff at the age of 30.

"Yes, sir! I'll bring someone over right away!" Willie responded.

"There's no need to go," Judy said as she ate a doughnut.

"Why?" Willie asked with a glare.

Judy rolled her eyes and explained, "She has been taken away by the Death Inquisitor. See for yourself."

Then, she turned on the big screen in the meeting room and connected the laptop screen to the big screen.

Everyone turned to look at the big screen. The screen was pitch black, and they could only vaguely see a man and a woman tied to a chair. They both seemed unconscious.

It was none other than Morrison and Alice.

"F*ck! He still dares to broadcast live!" Willie punched the table, and with a bang, Judy's laptop jumped up.

Another case had been created before the investigation on Bowen's death was completed!

Ross gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

The others in the meeting room were in the same state.

At this moment, the live broadcast room was popping up on the homepage of many other websites, just like the previous night. However, after a day of news and media bombarding, most people already knew about the Death Inquisitor's live broadcast room.

"The Death Inquisitor's live broadcast room has started! Everyone, come and take a look!"

"It looks like someone is going to die again tonight. I wonder who it will be?"

"Who are these two people? Do they know each other? If they know each other, introduce them."

"It's too dark to see clearly, and I can't even see their entire faces. What is the Inquisitor going to do now?"

"Holy sh*t! Isn't that the owner of Wednesday's Bar? She just went to drink yesterday, and she's actually quite affluent!"

"It's only been a day, and someone's going to be sentenced again? It's not even 24 hours! Is the judge working too hard, or are there too many bad guys?"

...

During Bowen's broadcast, which was the first livestream of the Death Inquisitor, the people were speechless when it was starting because they had no idea what was happening. This second broadcast was different. Unlike the first, people were already busy sending comments and discussing the matter even before the live broadcast officially started. The death judge hadn't even spoken yet. Moreover, the news of the death judge's live broadcast quickly spread on the Internet, and a large group of viewers immediately swarmed over to watch the broadcast.

Somewhere on the Internet, a beautiful streamer was wondering why she suddenly lost a lot of viewers. Her popularity quickly dropped to only a few thousand. She had no idea what was happening. "Don't go. I just changed and I'm already preparing to dance!"

For that night's live broadcast, she had spent three hours just putting on her makeup. She was wearing her favorite low-cut top and a short skirt. Coupled with her silky black hair, her figure and face could totally be compared to many female celebrities.

One of the commenters replied: "Haha! We don't have a choice. The Death Inquisitor has started broadcasting again. Why don't you go and watch it too? But I have to warn you that the live broadcast is very scary and bloody."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's hurry and watch the execution."

She finally understood what was happening when she read the comments.

The beautiful live streamer sat back in her chair and frowned. She had read the news and heard about the Death Inquisitor's live broadcast room. She knew there was going to be a broadcast that day, but she did not quite believe it.

'Is there really someone out there who would dare to broadcast a murder? If I don't see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it. I'll go and take a look too!' she thought.

Therefore, she brought with her the rest of her viewers, which were about a few thousand, and they all went straight to the live broadcast of the Death Inquisitor.

It had only been three minutes since it started, but the live broadcast was already very popular and was trending again. Its number of viewers had already exceeded three million.

Because of this, many website managers felt extremely flustered.

"Why does this guy also want our website to broadcast? So many other websites are broadcasting it. Isn't it enough? If this continues, our website will be destroyed," said Jeff, the YouTube manager, with an innocent expression.

Meanwhile, the technical staff was tapping on the computer, stealing privileges, sending node attacks, setting up Trojans, and finding loopholes. They were using all kinds of methods to block the live broadcast room.

"No! This live broadcast room seems to have been upgraded again. There's no way to break in!"

"F*ck! Do they have to destroy us?"Jeff scolded.

At this time, Eve, who was in charge of the operation at the side, smoothed her long hair and said, "I think, Jeff, that you don't have to be so worried. This live broadcast is not something we want to do. The police can't do anything about it too. They can't shut down our server without a reason. We can just watch."

Jeff sighed and watched what was happening in the live broadcast room.

"Ah! It hurts! where is this place?" Morrison screamed.

Alice, who was tied up next to him, was also startled and woke up. When she opened her eyes, she found that her hands and feet were tied up. It was as if something was stuffed into her mouth. A wave of fear rushed into her mind.

"Help! Is anyone there?" Alice started to cry for help in fear.

When the viewers in the live broadcast room saw this, they started to send bullet comments again.

"They're awake, they're awake! Both of them are awake! The live broadcast is about to begin!"

"Yeah, I don't know what crimes these two have committed, but since they are already there and are already in this live broadcast room, I'm afraid it'll be very difficult for them to leave alive."

"Really? The host is so terrifying! He dares to kill people?"

"Who are these cavemen up there? Haven't you listened to the news yesterday?"

"I think there's a sound!"

Creak. Creak. Creak...

It was the static sound coming from an old-fashioned radio. And then, a hoarse, low, and cold voice spoke.

"Hello, everyone. I'm your host, the death judge. Welcome to today's execution live broadcast."

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Chapter 13: The Juicer in the Mouth

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Alice and Morrison panicked when they heard someone with a cold and hoarse voice speak.

They were already mentally weak because they had just experienced a series of strange events. This eerie voice shook them even more.

"Don't kill me! I've never killed anyone! I'm a good person! Don't kill me!" Alice wailed and shouted.

Morrison had an ugly expression on his face. Fear and suffering lingered in his heart, but he knew at that point that no matter how much he begged for mercy, it would be useless.

Looking at Alice's superb acting skills, those who did not know better would probably believe that she was completely innocent. Jack sneered. Some people were just lucky. Alice was such a person.

However, no matter how much she tried to defend herself, she would not be able to escape judgment that day.

If Jack had his eyes on a criminal, nothing would save him.

This time, Jack spent 100 judgment points to use the crematorium's scary scene. He also used a soundproof card and two stun needles. In total, he spent 130 judgment points.

That night, he was going to have an even more exciting and scarier live broadcast of the execution.

Jack sneered eerily as he watched Alice and Morrison.

"Alice, have you killed many people? Sarah, Nori, Melissa, and Kelly—do you still remember these names? You imprisoned all those young girls who had not yet fully enjoyed their youth. You kept them locked behind closed doors in bars, and they were toyed with and eventually died tragically. There was also Elisa, whom you sacrificed to Bowen. In the end, her organs were removed and thrown into the wild," Jack said.

Alice suddenly fell silent. She felt a chill all over her body.

She did not expect the Death Inquisitor to investigate her so thoroughly. A wave of fear swept through her heart.

"I confess! I surrender! I am willing to accept the punishment of the law. Let the police come and arrest me! I will say anything! Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Alice wailed and sobbed even more.

This woman disgusted Jack. She must have known that she was going to die soon after being tortured. If she hadn't been caught, she wouldn't have admitted anything. Why didn't she admit to the crimes in the past? Jack couldn't be bothered to think about the conscience of this disgusting woman.

For a moment, cries, wails, and screams filled the entire dark room. The aura inside the room was especially strange and morbid.

"F*ck! She's another scum! A beast!"

"Now she's willing to turn herself in! Why didn't you turn yourself in earlier! Now you know fear! The judge must kill her!"

"If you don't want to die, what did you think your victims wanted? Did you think they also wanted to die? You've killed so many people! Now it's your turn!"

"I didn't expect it to be so dark. These people are even scarier than the devil!"

"I beg the judge to punish them quickly. If such people don't die, I won't be able to sleep well at night!"

"I used to go to her bar to drink, but now I feel so disgusted!"

"I can't believe that she's so dirty despite her beautiful appearance!"

At this moment, the members of Task Force Zero also looked serious. They would never be soft-hearted when dealing with criminals. They couldn't wait to execute such a person immediately! However, the problem was that the death judge was having his way and executing these criminals the way he wanted to. He didn't represent the law. To the police, it was a crime to execute someone without permission.

"This woman is really a femme fatale. After killing so many people, how does she even live? Doesn't she have nightmares at night?" Judy said.

Bowman snorted and said, "She will belong to me very soon. When the time comes, I will dig out her heart and see what color it is."

Ross coldly said, "What? Don't forget your identities. That Death Inquisitor committed a crime again. He is an executioner, not a hero!"

A few of them did not pay any attention to what Ross said. Some of them even rolled their eyes. To be honest, they were all people of high rank. For them, a sheriff was not supposed to lecture them on such matters. They had always disobeyed Ross. If it wasn't for the orders of their superiors, they would not have come.

Of course, no matter what, they would never resort to coming into conflict with their colleagues, which would ultimately cause internal strife. Capturing the Death Inquisitor was their common goal.

At that point, Monica smiled coldly and said, "See? This is the brilliance of the Death Inquisitor. He is deliberately guiding us and making us his followers. Even you guys have been affected. If I'm not wrong, he is prepared to continue this forever!"

Ross gritted his teeth and did not speak.

"When I catch him, I will beat him until he can no longer stand up!" Fu Qiang said as he cracked his knuckles.

Meanwhile, Jack read the comments on the bullet screen and realized that the viewers were practically begging him to kill the captives. Jack nodded in satisfaction and then looked at Morrison.

"Morrison, all those girls who were imprisoned by Alice...You raped them all," he said in a cold tone.

"Shut up! I killed them. Do you want to play the game of death? I'll play with you to the end today! It's fine if I die, but if I get out of here alive, no matter who you are, I'll definitely kill you!" Morrison roared angrily. His words angered the viewers and ignited the bullet screen.

"He's still acting tough? But he has to pay the price for killing someone. Judge, be careful. Don't let him get out alive!"

"You've already been captured, Why are you being so pretentious? You'll have time to cry later!"

"He's going to die soon, but he still has the nerve to talk so much."

"Before he dies, let him act bold and brave. He won't have a chance to do that again in the future."

Jack was a little surprised. The system detected that Morrison's combat strength had reached 60. It was turning out to be quite interesting.

In a grave tone, Jack spoke. "Today's case is over. Let me introduce today's torturer, Alice. She is the owner of the Wednesday Bar. She was also Bowen's lover. We also have Morrison, the security director of the Wednesday Bar. He is also Alice's booty buddy."

He paused and continued after a while. "Torturers, my execution is a game. If you win, you can live. If you lose, the price is death. You should feel the thing in your mouth. There is a string of blades embedded in your tongue. You can think of it as a juicer that works in your throat. When the game starts, you will have sixty seconds to take out the scissors from the burning stove in front of you. Then, you will cut off your tongue and pull out the blades. If you fail, the blade will start to spin when the 60 seconds are up, crushing your vocal cords, esophagus, and windpipe. I'll remind you that there is a decibel meter in the room. If the sound in the room exceeds 60 decibels, your time will be shortened by 10 seconds. You will do anything for money, but what about your own lives? Now, your lives and whether you live or die are up to you. Now the game begins."

As Jack's cold and hoarse voice rang in the captives' ears, the lights on the ceiling lit up one by one.

Morrison and Alice subconsciously squinted their eyes as they looked up at the dazzling lights, but the ticking timer woke them up in an instant.

The rope that was used to tie their wrists had been loosened.

Alice looked at Morrison. His mouth was full of dark-red dried blood, and a knife was wound at the corner of his mouth. At first glance, he looked like a ghost from a horror movie.

It was very scary.

Seeing Morrison's appearance, Alice thought that she looked the same. There were two cuts on her beautiful face, just by the corner of her mouth. When she realized this, she felt that would rather just die soon!

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Chapter 14: Removing the Tongue

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"That prop is too powerful. Just looking at it scares me already!"

"The judge really knows how to play! Putting a juicer in his mouth. I can't even imagine this scene!"

"Just by looking at it, I can tell it's painful. How much more painful can it get, especially when it's activated? Will he spurt blood and flesh once it's activated? Just thinking about it scares me!"

"The judge is really a genius! He can think of so many terrifying mechanisms!"

"Cutting out the tongue? That's very scary. Even if he survived, he wouldn't be able to speak!"

"To be honest, if it were me, I wouldn't even have the courage to take out the scissors from the stove."

The viewers were so busy expressing their opinions on the bullet screen.

Ross had been staring at the live broadcast.

After a simple analysis, he came to a few conclusions.

"Judy, track Alice and Morrison's cell phones. Hart, Bowman, you guys are in charge of contacting the people from the City Planning Bureau. Identify the location in the video and focus on the suburbs. He deliberately set a sound restriction. He must be afraid of being exposed! Monica and Willie, take some people to the Wednesday Bar. Check the last time Alice appeared. Find out what time she went missing!"

"Yes, sir!"

His staff immediately went busy as soon as he gave the order.

Ross had taken charge of the command center. He stared at the scene in the live broadcast room with a solemn expression.

Morrison and Alice had already loosened their hands. The two of them tried to untie the rope around their ankles. The rope was not tied tightly and was immediately untied.

After her hands and feet were free, Alice covered her face with her hands and cried, "What should I do? I don't want to die!" It could be seen that she was sobbing, but it was clear she was doing her best to stay quiet.

Morrison ignored her and immediately inserted his finger into his mouth to see if there was a blade.

However, as soon as his finger reached his throat, he felt a cutting pain. He pulled his finger back and saw that there were already two wounds on it.

"Damn it!"

Bang!

Morrison suddenly kicked at the stove, trying to knock the stove over and trying to get the key quickly. However, the stove did not shake at all. Instead, Morrison's right foot made a cracking sound.

"Ah!"

Morrison cried out in pain and immediately covered his mouth.

The timer was also reduced by ten seconds because of Morrison's cry.

There were only 40 seconds left in the countdown.

Morrison looked at the burning stove. If he put his hand in, he didn't know if he could stay silent. He was sure he would be yelling out in pain.

Thinking of this, Morrison looked at Alice who was still sobbing.

Alice immediately panicked when she saw Morrison looking at her. "I can't! I won't dare to take the scissors! I'm afraid of the pain. I'll definitely scream!"

"Bitch, shut up. Don't make a sound. If you dare to make a sound again, I'll kill you right now!" Morrison cursed in a low voice then glanced at the timer.

Fortunately, it didn't decrease by ten seconds.

Seeing Alice's reaction, Morrison also dismissed the idea. If he forced Alice to take out the scissors, the countdown would have ended quickly.

Morrison swallowed his saliva and seemed to have made up his mind. He didn't want to die!

Closing his eyes, he suddenly reached his left hand into the burning stove.

"Uhh...Uhh..."

Accompanied by the sizzling sound of burning flesh, Morrison's throat let out a low growl.

The moment he reached his hand in, he could smell the smell of burning hair.

"D*MN! This person is really ruthless. He reached his hand out just like that!"

"Is this for real? Or is he just acting?"

"Is he really killing people live? Where are the police? Aren't they going to arrest him?"

"Did you guys just get online at home? Don't you know about the Death Inquisitor's live broadcast?"

"I have to say, this Morrison is really a tough guy. This is not something an ordinary person can do. Of course, this person is definitely an animal. The Death Inquisitor must kill him!"

"This person is so decisive. The Death Judge won't let him live, will he?"

"How cruel. How can you watch a live broadcast like this?"

"How can there be such a thing? Will you be able to say that if he had raped and killed one of your sisters or cousins?"

"This kind of animal should be sentenced to death!"

"Who would sympathize with this kind of scum? Are you like him? Why would you defend the likes of that man?"

"I think he might be. He's afraid that he'll be sentenced by the judge too!"

"Don't say anything more. This is too exciting. I'll reward him first."

For a moment, the atmosphere on the bullet screen was very heated. All kinds of gifts and rewards were sent out.

Morrison was still fumbling around in the furnace. There were a lot of burning ashes left in the furnace. The scissors were buried in it. Morrison could not find them at the moment.

A sharp pain came from his arm, and the expression on Morrison's face become more and more distorted. He was clenching his jaws so hard that his teeth were almost crushed.

At this moment, Morrison suddenly smiled, and the smile on his distorted face was very strange.

The next second, he took out a pair of burning red scissors from the furnace.

In the picture, the skin of Morrison's left hand and left arm was completely charred, looking like a piece of burnt black charcoal.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to have smelled the burning smell coming from Morrison's arm.

Morrison looked at the time. There were still twenty seconds left. It was already at this stage. He could not turn back. Without thinking, he pulled out his tongue with his right hand.

Even the device attached to the tongue was pulled. The blade was pulled in the throat, and a stream of blood mixed with a bit of minced meat sprayed out of his mouth.

The device was attached to the tongue, so it could only be cut off from the base of the tongue. Morrison pulled hard, trying to elongate the tongue. His charred left hand trembled as he leaned down and bent.

Sizzling sounds could be heard as the scorching scissors touched his mouth. Before he even got to cut his tongue off, he felt a sharp pain from the burning of his tongue!

His tongue had been cut off!

Bright-red blood spurted out, dyeing Morrison's twisted face red. He looked like a living dead who had crawled out of a pile of corpses, adding to the strange atmosphere.

But what was unexpected was that the tongue was not completely cut off!

Because his left hand was already burnt and very painful, Morrison could no longer use his strength. The remaining half of the tongue was still hanging in his mouth.

"I'm going to have a nightmare tonight!"

"It's too disgusting! The scissors only cut his tongue in half. It looks even more disgusting than if he had been able to cut the whole thing off!"

"Speaking of nightmares, will you still be able to sleep tonight?"

Morrison paused for a moment due to the sharp pain in his tongue, and then he cut it off again!

It was still not completely cut off, and his tongue was still hanging by a short uncut part!

Morrison was worried that there was not enough time, so he hardened his right hand and pulled the tongue off from the base of the tongue!

The blade in his throat was also pulled out, and blood flew out along with the pieces of his flesh and the tongue!

"F*ck! He's really ruthless. He directly pulled out his tongue!"

"He can't be allowed to live, right? Don't let him live!"

"I beg the judge to quickly kill him!"

"Is he going to be the first person to win the death game? Will he be able to escape the judge's punishment?"

"If this kind of beast survives, I'll be angered to death!"

"If he wins the game, he can survive. The judge had already said that if this person wins, there's nothing he can do."

"Although the judge said so, who can watch this scumbag live on?!"

While the bullet comments were flying and flashing on the screen, Morrison was already walking towards Alice with scissors in his hand.

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Chapter 15: There Was Still the Second Age

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Morrison looked at the timer. There were only 15 seconds left.

Without his tongue, Morrison would not be able to speak. He gestured to Alice to pull out his tongue.

"I'm scared!" Alice wailed as she sobbed pathetically.

Morrison threw the scissors down. He did not want to care about Alice anymore. He turned around and left.

"Don't go. I want to live! You cut It!"Alice said while holding back her tears.

Morrison turned around when he heard the response.

Because his left hand could no longer exert strength, Morrison used his right hand to pick up the scissors. Alice also pulled out her tongue with force.

Because the blade scraped her throat, the minced flesh and blood flowed out of her mouth. Alice choked and coughed, but she did not dare to let go.

The countdown was still going on.

Morrison cut off Alice's tongue!

"Ah!" Alice shouted. Because she was missing her tongue, the sound she made was extremely strange.

The countdown also came to an end because of this shout.

The blade rotated instantly!

Morrison widened his eyes!

Before he could pull out the blade, Alice's throat and mouth were instantly crushed by the rapidly rotating blade!

Fresh blood and minced flesh spurted out of her mouth, forming a fountain of blood.

Her neck and throat were also pierced by the blade, and meat paste slowly flowed out.

At this time, the camera in the live broadcast room also showed a large close-up of her death. Alice's mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears were all bleeding. Her eyes were still wide open, almost protruding out of her sockets, and her mouth was wide open. What was happening inside her mouth was visible to everyone watching the livestream. Her tongue-less mouth looked abnormally strange. It was filled with a pile of minced meat and terrifying knife wounds. One wound after another turned up, and a few of her teeth were shattered by the blade. The scene was extremely disgusting and terrifying!

"F*ck! That was scary!"

"This woman's death was too horrible. It's almost comparable to Bowen's death!"

"I'm going to throw up from watching!"

"Fortunately, I hadn't eaten anything! This is too disgusting!"

"This is much scarier than those horror movies! After watching the live broadcast of the judge, I'm no longer afraid of horror movies!"

"This scumbag died so well! All she does is cry, and it's annoying to listen to!"

"Does no one care about this Morrison anymore? He won the game, so he's going to survive!"

The viewers in the live broadcast room were in a frenzy. They hastily sent bullet comments, covering the live broadcast screen. Some timid people were scared out of the live broadcast room, and the popularity of the live broadcast room instantly dropped by a large margin, but it could not compare to the rise of the livestream's viewership count.

Morrison looked at Alice, who had died a horrible death, and swallowed his saliva. He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat. He looked at the blade on the ground, which was still spinning crazily on the ground. If he had not made up his mind, he would have ended up like Alice!

At the same time, he felt relieved. Fortunately, he had decisively taken out the scissors and cut off his tongue at the first opportunity. Now he could live again. He did not want to die. So what if he became a mute? He was not a rich man. However, his wealth was not something that ordinary people could compare to. He could still live a happy and comfortable life. As for the police, he wasn't really worried about them. He could just flee to a foreign country. What could they do to him?

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh." Thinking of this, Morrison waved his hand and let out strange sounds.

He couldn't say out loud what he was thinking about. He wanted to ask the judge how he could get out.

It wasn't so easy to do so without a tongue!

Jack, who was in the dark, revealed a cold smile. Morrison heard his low, cold voice again. "Torturer, congratulations on winning the first round of the game."

The first round?

How many rounds were left?

Morrison, who was waving and shouting, was instantly stunned.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also stunned. Just now, they were still arguing about Morrison's survival. Because of the influence of the live broadcast yesterday, they subconsciously thought that there was only one round left in the death game, no one expected the judge to play such a trick!

"Hahahaha! I thought the judge had failed this time, but it turns out that it's not over yet!"

"This idiot Morrison is still pretending to be a tough guy. He played half to death in one level, and then he was played to death in another level!"

"The judge is really a genius! Who would have thought that there was another level!"

"I knew it! How could the judge make such a serious mistake! The judge is a super-genius!"

The stunned Morrison dipped his hand into the blood and wrote on the ground: "You lied to me?"

"When did I lie to you? I never said there was only one game. And you are much more stupid than I thought. Why did you try to short-circuit the device?" Jack asked.

Morrison frowned and looked at the device with the blade still rotating. He had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next.

He picked up the device and used the scissors to pry open the metal shell. The wires were scattered inside. Morrison cut the wires with trembling hands. The blade slowly stopped with the sound of the motor.

Then, he looked at Alice. The device in her mouth had already been short-circuited because it had been filled with too much blood.

A sense of shame washed over Morris.

"Ah ah ah ah aha ah ah ah ah ah..." Morrison was making strange sounds.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room was also stunned.

"I feel like my IQ has been crushed by the judge!"

"F*ck. How did it end up like this? I didn't expect it at all!"

"Just like last time, who would have thought that this device could be so easily destroyed!"

"It can only be said that the judge is too talented and too confident. He dared to deliberately leave such a big loophole!"

"As expected of the judge. His IQ is too high. He has a thorough understanding of people's psychology!"

"It's another thought trap. Under such a crisis, the huge loophole in front of us is easy to ignore!"

It wasn't only the viewers in the live broadcast room who were stunned. Even Ross, who was in front of the screen, could not help but feel terrified.

It was another thought trap!

It was another joke to humiliate the torturer!

This confidence, this understanding of the psychology of the torturer, was simply a level higher than that of a psychology professor!

Who was this person?

A psychologist?

A criminologist?

Or was it just some psychopath with a high IQ?

One time might be a coincidence, but how could he have done such things twice? He couldn't have succeeded both times just by coincidence!

Ross deeply felt the strength of his opponent and his own powerlessness. He had been a police officer for so many years and had encountered countless strange or intelligent criminals, but there had never been anyone like this Death Judge!

At that moment, he felt a power that completely suppressed him!

He felt that he had to change his train of thought. This was definitely not someone he could defeat easily. His past experience wasn't enough!

Judy, who had been unable to track the locations of Alice and Morrison's mobile phones, was also deeply shocked by what the Death inquisitor had just said. It was just completely unexpected.

"This guy is so arrogant. After teasing him, he said it out loud and humiliated him. It's really a double blow to his body and spirit!"

"Showing off!"

"This is a kind of showing off, and also a kind of strategy. If Morris didn't look like a tough guy, he might not have said those. He had just crushed Morris's fighting spirit!"

Viewers were still not done expressing what they thought about the whole thing.

Ross looked at the big screen coldly and muttered, "Death Inquisitor, who are you?"

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Chapter 16: The Corridor of Flames

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Looking at Alice's miserable and disgusting corpse and the blade that had stopped spinning, Morrison's heart was on the verge of breaking down. It was as if someone was strangling his neck. Whether he lived or died depended on the Death Judge's mood. A sense of powerlessness rose from his entire body. He felt a sense of humiliation, as if he was a chess piece on someone else's chessboard.

Morrison suddenly began to laugh loudly.

"Crazy! This guy has been driven crazy!"

"It's normal for him to break down easily when he's being played with and on the verge of dying at any time."

"His hands have been burnt, his tongue has been cut off, and his lover has died. In the end, he found that all of this could have been easily avoided. If it were me, I would have broken down as well."

"This guy is still laughing? I didn't dare to look at him at first, but now that I'm not watching him die, I'm not leaving!"

While the bullet screen was filling up with comments from the viewers, Morrison suddenly laughed until he trembled. His smile was very strange, and yet he was very nervous. It gave people an eerie feeling.

"So be it. Anyway, you don't want us to leave alive. It's good that she's dead since no one can distract me anymore. We can play slowly. Just you wait. I'll get out of here alive." Morrison licked his lips and showed a strange smile. He had a fanatical and excited look on his face.

Judy was surprised by this scene. She said, "This guy is not afraid, but he's still so excited. The Death Inquisitor seems to have aroused his fighting spirit."

Ross shook his head when he heard that. He had been working at the front line for many years, so he was more experienced in dealing with such people.

"He's trying to hold on. Actually, his spirit has completely collapsed. Look at his eyes. They're already broken and shattered. There's no hope. He won't be able to get through the game later. He's finished."

Seeing Morrison's appearance, Jack spoke with an indifferent tone. "You're wrong. Although I'm a judge and my mission is to punish you scumbags, my goal isn't to kill people. I just want to play a game with you. If you can cooperate with each other and sacrifice each other, there will definitely be people who will make it out alive. If you're lucky, all of you would make it out alive."

"F*ck! Stop pretending to be a good person here! Just you wait. If I get out of here alive, I'll definitely kill your whole family! I'll let you have a taste of what I'm feeling now!"

Looking at Morrison's furious look, Jack was still calm. He said coldly, "I didn't expect you guys to be so useless. One of you died in the first round. It seems that you're the only one who can think of a way to complete the second round. After ten seconds, this room will be filled with poisonous gas. You need to enter the next room to avoid the poison gas and complete the mission. If you succeed, you'll live, but if you fail, you'll die. By the way, there is no third level."

With that, the alarm in the room sounded.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ten seconds later, yellow gas started to seep into the ceiling and spread into the entire room at a rapid speed.

At the same time, the tightly shut door in the room suddenly creaked open. It was pitch black behind the door and it was hard to see what it looked like.

Morrison did not hesitate at all. He walked straight to the door and entered the second room.

Bang!

The door was locked, and the dark room was instantly lit up, illuminating the entire room.

The room was narrow and very long. It was more like a corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a door.

Suddenly, blue flames began to burn on the ground at the end of the corridor. It was not a flame that burned naturally, but a flame that was straight up, like a flamethrower. The flame quickly spread to two meters in front of Morrison and stopped. Morrison could already feel the high-temperature gas blowing on his face. The strange thing was that the flame did not ignite the wall, and it was only half a meter high and did not reach the ceiling.

Morrison heard Jack's voice again.

"Welcome to the flame corridor. The corridor in front of you is 10 meters long and only 2.3 meters wide. The temperature of the flame burning on the ground has reached 1,500 degrees Celsius. Although it won't burn people into ashes in a few seconds, it can still burn people to death. If there were two of you, then you can use your legs to support the wall back to back. At most, you will be able to pass through with minor burns. But it's a pity that you're alone. You will barely be able to hold on to the wall. Be careful not to fall, and don't try to rush over. The flames will burn you to death in a few seconds. Don't even think about waiting for the police to come and save you. In one minute, the flames will deplete the oxygen in the room. In the absence of oxygen, the difficulty of the test will increase greatly. There is a door across the corridor. If you go through it and open it, you can leave this place alive."

Just as Jack finished his last sentence, the timer in the room started counting down to one minute.

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! Let me out now!" Morrison roared crazily and cursed angrily.

He knew very well that one of his feet had been fractured and his left arm had been burnt. It would not be so easy to push himself against the wall. Was there a need to rush over? Feeling the heatwave blowing on his face, he knew that he would definitely be burned alive if he rushed over. He thought that he might as well have died with Alice. At least he wouldn't be in such excruciating pain at that moment.

Hearing Jack's explanation, the audience in the live broadcast room also understood what the second round was about.

"This level is too exquisitely done. If both of them were here, he would have easily passed the level. Unfortunately, one of them died."

"He would definitely regret going through this round alone! Hahahahaha!"

"The judge is a genius! You might not have noticed, but there is no fire under Morrison's feet. It would be better for him if he waited there until he suffocated to death rather than being burned to death."

"But no one can do it. It's not a hopeless case. He can survive if he reaches that door in front. Waiting there, he is doomed to die. Even if Morrison knows that he might die in pain, he has no choice but to go!"

"All of Morrison's escape routes have been cut off. He can't even wait for death. He can only rush into the fire!"

Seeing this, Ross was also amazed by the judge's mental control.

At the same time, he immediately contacted the team members who were searching outside.

"Hart, how are things on your side? Do you have any clues?"

"The people from the City Planning Bureau are still searching for possible locations, but they have already sent people to investigate a few suspicious factories. If I hear any news, I will immediately inform you!"

"Hart, did you see the live broadcast? Ask the people from the City Planning Bureau where such flames can be found."

"They're already investigating. It might be an abandoned crematorium."

Ross sighed and asked, "Willie, is there progress on your side?"

"I was just about to call you. Alice and Morrison were kidnapped at the Gold Coast Villa on Long Island. The surveillance camera captured the back view of the Death Inquisitor. We're going to investigate the vehicle now. As long as we find the suspect vehicle, we'll be able to find the Death Inquisitor!"

This was the most valuable clue at that moment, which excited Ross again.

"Be careful. We must catch the Death Inquisitor!" Roos cautioned Willie.

"Yes, sir!"

Chapter 17: Human Barbeque

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After hanging up the phone, Judy tilted her head.

"Captain, have you found any clues concerning the Death Inquisitor?"

Ross nodded slightly. "How's the situation on your side? Have you locked on to the other party's IP?"

Judy frowned, shook her head, and said, "I've never seen such a strange program. He hid his IP very well, and he even generated some sort of super virus. Whenever someone tries to crack it or if it detects that it is being traced, the virus will take the initiative to counterattack. If it wasn't for my quick reaction just now, all the computers in the police station would have been paralyzed!"

Ross gritted his teeth. His face looked gloomy.

"But I've already gathered other experts. I don't believe that ten super hackers can't take down an IP!" Judy said.

Hearing her say this, Ross's confidence returned.

With both methods, tonight might be the last night of the Death Inquisitor!

Judy opened a discussion group called the X Alliance. There were a total of ten people in the discussion group, including her.

"We have work to do." Judy sent this message to her team, and she was surprised when the messages of the other members quickly popped up on her screen.

"Wait a moment, Miss. I'm watching a live broadcast—a live broadcast of death!"

"What a coincidence! I'm watching it too. I'll contact you after that Morrison dies!"

"So everyone is watching this live broadcast. The streamer really knows how to play. She can play people to death!"

"Can everyone stop talking? Didi, didi, didi! it's so annoying. Why don't I just block you all? Everyone wants to watch the live broadcast!"

Judy didn't know what to say. She didn't think that everyone would be watching the live broadcast.

"What are you watching? Stop watching! Don't you have any professionalism? You're all hackers. Didn't you think about why this live broadcast room wasn't blocked?"

"That's right. Why?"

"The police must have gotten addicted to it and forgot to block it, right?"

Judy fell silent again, wondering if she had entered the wrong discussion group. Were these super hackers? She couldn't believe they weren't as smart as she had believed.

"The Death Inquisitor is a super hacker. I tried to hack his livestream room, but I failed. Why don't we all hack his livestream room together and find out the IP address? Act now and stop talking nonsense!"

"Yes! We'll do it now!"

The other nine people read Judy's message. Judy always came across as fierce. They didn't delay any longer and immediately got to it.

In the live broadcast room, Morrison also began to make his move.

He took off his coat and tried to put out the fire with it. However, when his coat touched the fire column, it immediately burned, scaring Morrison so much that he immediately threw his coat out.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." Morrison wanted to roar but could only make such a strange sound. Saliva mixed with blood splattered out of his mouth.

Looking at the furious look on his face as he waved his hands, Jack smiled coldly.

In the entire room, other than the ticking of the timer and the burning sound of the flames, only Morrison's voice could be heard. Seeing that the judge did not respond, Morrison was pulled back to reality.

'Through the corridor of flames. Complete the task,' he thought.

Then he could leave alive.

Morrison hammered the wall with his hands and tried to prop himself up against the wall with his hands and legs. However, one of his hands was burnt, and the other leg was broken. It was very difficult for him to do it.

Morrison knew that it was impossible to get out in one piece.

Since things had come to that point, he could only risk it.

Morrison took off his shirt and pants. He used his hands and feet to support himself against the wall and slowly moved to the other side.

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't sit still.

"This guy took off his clothes and pants. Isn't he afraid of being burned?"

"He took off his clothes because he was afraid of being burned. It would be unfortunate if his clothes caught on fire!"

"This scumbag seems to have suddenly become smarter."

"He is indeed a beast. His physical fitness is not bad. His hands are burnt and his feet are fractured. He can still support himself against the wall just like that."

"Don't be anxious. Can't you see that his body is red? Even if he is fine now, he won't be able to hold on for long. Also, don't forget that even if he gets to the door, we can't really tell when the police will find him. He might not be able to hold on for long!"

"Look! He's already starting to tremble. He definitely won't be able to hold on for long!"

"The judge is too good at this game. He's really roasting the guy. I'm giving him gifts!"

"I've never given him gifts before. This is the first time I've given one to the judge today!"

All sorts of gifts were being sent over to the judge. Soon, hundreds of thousands of dollars were sent to his account.

Jack nodded indifferently. This time, he estimated that there would be a few thousand dollars in his account.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Morrison's strange scream interrupted Jack's thoughts.

He was facing the side of the flame's stomach. Although he did not directly come into contact with the flame, the high temperature began to make crackling sounds. His skin gradually began to shrink and crack, rolling to both sides.

Because of the high temperature on his face, his eyebrows and hair began to curl and shorten, and the ends of his hairs began to burn with sparks.

Thirty seconds had passed. In another thirty seconds, his oxygen would be exhausted, and it would be difficult for him to support himself against the wall. So far, he had only moved more than three meters.

Morrison turned to look at the door, which represented his hope of survival.

He did not have much time left. Morrison made up his mind!

He immediately put down his right foot, which was still intact, and stepped on the burning ground!

In an instant, Morrison's eyes widened due to the pain. His eyes widened so much that people thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets.

He even let out a terrifying and strange cry. Morrison gritted his teeth and crushed them!

The half-meter-high flame burned his calf until it was smoking. His skin was scorched and cracked, and the blood had been burned dry before it could flow out!

Morrison used one of his legs to support himself against the wall. He jumped forward, and every step he took brought excruciating pain to his leg!

"This guy is really ruthless! He just gave up one of his legs!"

"It looks like he doesn't care about giving up one of his legs. Burning one leg alive is much more terrifying than cutting off one leg!"

"He is indeed a homicidal maniac! He is so ruthless to himself!"

"The judge's method is still strange. He's directly barbecuing a human body!"

"Hey, how could you possibly think of barbecuing at this time?"

Meanwhile, in the meeting room of the New York Police Department...

"This guy is so ruthless! How long can he last?"Judy asked in puzzlement.

"Not long. He can collapse at any time. Once he falls, he won't be able to stand up again!" Ross replied matter-of-factly. He had already encountered a few cases where the victim had been doused in gasoline and burned to death.

"Contact the people outside and tell them to speed up. If they can't save him now, they can at least catch him as soon as he comes out and send him to the hospital before he dies!" Ross ordered.

"Then he has to be able to come out, "Judy said softly.

Hearing this, Ross glared at Judy fiercely.

"Remember that you are a police officer!"

Judy immediately covered her mouth and didn't dare to speak anymore. She contacted the team members outside and passed on Ross's orders.

Then, she and her other nine hacker friends continued to try to hack the judge's live broadcast room to get the IP address.

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Chapter 18: Total Collapse

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In the livestream, it was clear that Morrison's eyes were fixed on the door.

Only by looking at the door not far away could he give himself a little desire to live. The pain in his legs made him wish he had died with Alice.

He was afraid that if he stopped staring at the door, he would not be able to help but look at his charred legs. He was afraid that if he does, he might completely collapse in an instant.

Tense nerves...

Burning flames...

There was also that damned timer, which was still ticking non-stop, reminding him that there was not much time left.

His charred leg was already very difficult to control. Morrison gritted his teeth and directly put down his other leg!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

The sound of the flames burning his skin was very audible. Morrison's strange, muffled screams could be heard through the screens of thousands and millions of viewers.

At this moment, the camera zoomed in on Morrison's charred leg. The flames had burned his skin black and split it open. Then, his skin started to melt, and before the blood could flow out, it had already dried up.

"Damn! It's so disgusting!"

"The judge is too funny. Let's get a close-up of this scene!"

"This person's screams are worse than the cries of ghosts!"

"My legs are starting to hurt, but this bastard deserves it. Let him burn for a little longer!"

At that moment, Morrison's head was already starting to feel a little dizzy. He was getting less and less oxygen. He looked at the timer and realized he only had about ten seconds left.

In order to keep himself from fainting, Morrison took a deep breath and slapped himself twice. Then, he used his two legs to move forward again. Every step he took tormented him. He felt unbearable pain.

Morrison's heart was screaming crazily again.

"I want to win!"

"I want to live!"

"I can't die!"

"I'm going to get out soon!"

"I have to get out!"

"Wait for me. I will kill you when I get out!"

He couldn't think of anything else at the moment. All these lines popped up in his head. He was trying to console himself. Only these simple words and curses inspired a bit of will to survive in his gradually fading consciousness.

At this moment, Morrison was only three meters away from the door, but his legs were becoming more difficult to control. Even if he took another step, it would be very difficult.

His entire body began to tremble, and then it turned into violent shaking.

At this moment, a cold and hoarse voice sounded again.

"Five."

"Four."

Hearing the countdown, Morrison struggled with all his might, wanting to walk towards the door. However, he had already lost control of his legs. He could only struggle physically, shaking on the spot.

Morrison was already unable to stand, and he fell directly to the ground because of the shaking. The surging flames engulfed Morrison in an instant. In the next second, Morrison stopped struggling and only twitched twice.

"Two."

"One."

As Jack's countdown ended, the burning flames were extinguished at this time.

Smoke was seen wafting out of Morrison's charred and black corpse on the ground. Compared to the other corpses that had been executed, Morrison's corpse was not as disgusting. It was just lying quietly on the ground like a piece of charcoal. However, because his body had been burned for too short a time, there was still blood flowing out of the cracked wound. Because of the large amount of water loss, it was no longer recognizable as Morrison's body. Instead, it looked more like the body of a monkey.

"It turns out that the body of a person who has been burned to death can really shrink!"

"Such a strong person actually looks like a monkey after being burned to death!"

"If he and Alice had worked with each other from the beginning, would they really have survived?"

"There are no ifs, and there are no ifs for such people. This is their nature. The judge must have investigated them before this!"

"That's true. No matter what, the two scumbags are finally dead. We can have a good night's sleep tonight!"

"Can you still sleep after watching this? I can't sleep. The way Alice died tonight was too disgusting!"

"If you can't sleep, you can find someone to sleep with you."

"Didn't you notice that the fire suddenly went out?"

"The fire was put out by the judge himself!"

"I don't think it was turned off. Morrison just fell down. What if it was turned off directly and he didn't burn to death?"

"Oh, I know! The oxygen is exhausted. When the countdown ends and the oxygen in the room is exhausted, the fire will naturally stop burning!"

"Doesn't that mean that if Morrison didn't try to go out and simply waited for a minute more, he could have easily gotten out alive and waited for the police to save him?"

"F*ck! The judge set another trap?"

"Morrison is too stupid. He doesn't know that burning requires oxygen, right?"

"It's not that he's too stupid. It's just that it's hard to think of so many things at such a moment. Everyone knows that burning requires oxygen, so who would have thought of that? Besides, he was being executed, so he definitely wouldn't have thought of all this!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was once again shocked.

Finally, Jack spoke. "Today's death trial ends here. Let's meet again next time. Thank you for watching."

After saying that, he closed the live broadcast room.

What Jack did not know was that after he ended his painstaking execution, another group of people started to get busy. The chief editors of major media outlets had already started writing news. It was a media frenzy, and a new public opinion sensation was brewing.

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This death trial has ended. The verdict has been successful. The difficulty level of this death trial is being reviewed.

The review has been completed. The difficulty level of this death trial is...good.

Reward obtained: 500 judgment points

Unlocked scenario: Fatal Joke

Fatal Joke: suitable for multi-target sanction scenarios. Participants' jokes can become reality. Say "go to hell," and he will really die.

—

"This scenario is a little interesting." Jack nodded slightly and counted the spoils of war. He was quite satisfied, but when he looked at the random reward this time, it was only 85 US dollars.

"A reward of hundreds of thousands, and you don't even give me a hundred dollars?"

Jack didn't know what to say, but he knew very well that there were too few clues left for the police. They must have been desperately investigating, and the small commission might have been for his own safety.

After thinking through this, Jack didn't care about the commission. Now, Bowen, Morrison, and Alice were all dead, and they didn't have any suitable targets in their hands. They were ready to rest for a few days, so they went downstairs to eat supper.

Jack was at ease, but meanwhile, on the other side, in the NYPD conference room...

"F*ck!"

Sheriff Ross grabbed the glass, smashed it against the wall, and shattered it.

Ross wasn't the only one who was furious. The entire Zero Task Force felt duped.

First was Sheriff Ross. Earlier, Willie and Monica had sent back news that they had found the Porsche and the crime scene, but the crime scene wasn't in the suburbs but in an abandoned building that was less than two kilometers away from their police station. It was completely different from what he had imagined. Choosing such a close place to commit a crime was simply deliberately provoking the police.

Hart and Bowman were also furious. They ran to the suburbs in the middle of the night and searched more than a dozen factories, visiting them one by one. They did not even find a shadow. In the end, they received a call that the crime scene was in the city!

Finally, Judy herself felt furious.

Not only did the ten super hackers fail to break through the other party's firewall, but there were also several whose computers were infected by the virus and were directly paralyzed.

It could be said that the entire Zero Task Force was completely defeated!

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Chapter 19: They Met Again

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At the same time, the media reports and headlines were going wild.

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"The Death Judge made another move. Two people died on the spot. Their deaths were tragic!"

"The Whole Process Was a Bloody Live Broadcast. It Was Abnormally Horrifying. Some of the Audience Were Scared To Tears on the Spot."

"Was It a Serial Killer or a Bloodthirsty Judge? What Is Waiting for the Death Judge? Is It a Trial by Law or the Protection of the People?"

"The Death Judge Has Once Again Set up a Trap and Fooled Everyone!"

"He Has Left a Huge Loophole Three Times. Is the Judge Too Confident or Is It To Humiliate the Victim?"

—

Even some experts and professors started speaking up and expressing their opinions.

Expert Noel: Who does he think he is? The Death Judge? A death game expert? A psychologist? Neither. He is a murderer, an executioner, and a cold-blooded killer! He is brutal, cruel, and extremely dangerous. We must capture him as soon as possible and ensure the safety and stability of our society! Otherwise, society will not be stable, and the people will not be safe!

As soon as Noel posted this on Twitter, a heated discussion among the netizens started.

"I think that society is very safe. I think you are the one who isn't safe. You have done a lot of bad things, haven't you?"

"Your express delivery has arrived. Please sign for the death notice!"

"The Death Inquisitor kills people who deserve to be killed. Don't tell me you deserve to die too?"

"These so-called experts are talking about things they don't know anything about. They insist on posting about things that they don't understand."

"He's just a clown who wants to ride on the heat."

Noel had no idea how many netizens called him out. He ended up deleting his Twitter account in less than half an hour.

People were really hot-headed about the matter, and they weren't afraid to express their opinions about it.

It was April, and the temperature in New York was already more than ten degrees Celsius. Many vain girls had already put on their short skirts, shorts, and stockings, which were very pleasing to the eyes.

Jack finished his supper and looked at his phone. It was filled with news about his live broadcast. The comments under the news were the same as before. Many people in the comments section were still supportive of him.

Jack certainly didn't want to become the public's enemy. It would be hard to move around a city filled with people who loathe and hate you.

Fortunately, everything was under control so far.

He paid the bill and left. Walking alone on the streets with the evening wind blowing, it felt a little different.

As he continued walking, he saw someone familiar up ahead.

It was Kelly! She was the young girl who had a surprisingly high sin value.

When he first saw her, it was very high, though it was not high enough for her to merit execution. She had been marked by Jack.

She was leading a few girls as she pushed another girl into an alley.

"Huh?" Jack frowned and quickly followed behind her.

"I told you to come in. Did you not hear me? Are you not listening to me now, or are you deaf?" Kelly said as she slapped the girl's face.

The girl in front of Kelly was very beautiful, and she was even taller than Kelly. However, when Kelly slapped her, she did not even resist. She just instinctively dodged it.

"F*ck you, b *tch. I hit you. Why did you dodge?"

Kelly was instantly enraged. She rushed in front of her and slapped her again.

Slap!

A red handprint was imprinted on the beautiful girl's fair face.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Kelly slapped the girl again and again. More than ten slaps landed on the girl's face.

Another girl with Kelly laughed and said, "Take a break. Let me do it!"

"I'll beat you to death, you little bitch!" another girl said.

"Take off her clothes and take a few photos to send to the school discussion group. Let everyone see how cheap she is. I've already thought of the title. 'This prostitute costs fifty dollars a night,'" Kelly instructed them.

The girl did not resist, but when they were about to take off her clothes, she resisted and grabbed her clothes tightly.

"I'm sorry. Please let me go," she asked pitifully.

Kelly and the other girls simply laughed.

"Kneel down and kowtow. Lick my feet clean, and I'll let you go!" Kelly said proudly.

The girl looked helpless and desperate. She did not want to cause trouble. She did not want her family to get into trouble because of her. She had given up her dignity, but did she have to give up her last bit of integrity?

"Little b*tch, you still want to get slapped, right? Kneel down! Do you hear me? !" Kelly scolded her fiercely.

The girl's tears flowed down.

At this moment, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from the alley.

In the dark alley, there was only a faint light, which made Jack's face very blurry.

Kelly looked back. This person didn't say a word and just leaned against the corner of the wall. However, Kelly vaguely felt that this person's eyes were staring at her in the dark, as if a very cold gaze was fixed on her.

"I said, what are you looking at? This has nothing to do with you. Get lost!" Kelly said.

Kelly saw that the man did not look old. She basically knew all the older people in the vicinity. She had never seen this man before, so she wasn't afraid of talking back to him.

What she did not know was that she was in big trouble because it was Jack.

He was very unhappy about what he was seeing!

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could she be so bold and scold a fellow high school student in front of a grown-up? Other murderous maniacs would only kneel down and beg for mercy when they met him. This girl, however, was proud and bold enough to scold him. Were all high school students nowadays so bold?

Jack didn't show any emotion at all. He coldly said, "It was none of my business just now, but after you scolded me, it is now my business. Now apologize to me and be more sincere. If you kneel down and lick my shoes clean, I might forgive you!"

Kelly's other companions were furious and wanted to beat Jack to death!

Kelly was also furious. She actually repeated what he had just said!

"Apologize? F*ck! Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? Are you f*cking blind? Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. I will find someone to beat you up tonight. Do you believe it?"

The other girl turned to Kelly and said, "Don't waste your breath on him. Call Ralph and tell him to bring people over!"

Kelly scoffed as she glared at Jack and said, "Kid, if you really have the guts, don't leave. If you can still stand up later, I'll kowtow and apologize to you!"

Hearing these high school girls talk, Jack wanted to laugh. If they knew who he was, they would probably be so scared that they would wet their pants.

"I'll wait," Jack said coldly.

After saying that, a virtual interface appeared in front of him.

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Kelly:

Sin value: 50 (maximum value of 52)

Strength value: 20 (maximum value of 25)

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Susan:

Sin value: 40 (maximum value of 45)

Strength value: 15 (maximum value of 15)

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Roffe:

Sin value: 40 (maximum value of 40)

Strength value: 15 (maximum value of 17)

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Ella:

Sin value: 35 (maximum value of 40)

Strength value: 14 (maximum value of 15)

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Bella:

Sin value: 8 (maximum value of 10)

Strength value: 25 (maximum value of 27)

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The little girl they were bullying was called Bella. Her strength value was actually the highest among them.

She was the kind who was meek and would allow herself to be bullied.

Jack was a little disappointed about this. He hoped she would resist and fight back somehow. Her combat power was actually the highest. Even if she wasn't being bullied that way, she had to learn how to demand respect. She could not just let others bully her like that.

However, something strange puzzled Jack. That morning, Kelly's sin value reached up to 65, but it had already reached the standard of the game. That night, it actually decreased and returned to within 60.

"Interesting," Jack muttered to himself.

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Chapter 20: Test Your Skills

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Jack closed the scanning page. Suddenly, a car drove over from a distance.

Seeing this, Jack walked straight into the alley. He had already been observing it. The alley was dark, the lights were very dim, and there were no cameras. The darkness was his best cover. In this place, the other party could not even see his face clearly.

Creak!

The sound of a car's emergency brake rang out. Four young men got out of the car. They looked to be in their twenties. They were bald, had scars, and even had tattoos on their faces. They looked fierce.

Kelly saw Jack walking into the alley and immediately ran in front of him to stop him. She shouted, "Ralph! Hurry, he's running!"

The four of them rushed into the alley and surrounded Jack.

Then, they took out a folding knife from their pocket.

"You still want to run?"

"I'll cripple you tonight!"

"Is Miss Kelly someone you can easily offend?"

"What are you talking about? Just attack him!" Kelly yelled.

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up slightly. He glanced at the four of them coldly. The leader, Ralph, had a combat value of 35 (maximum value of 40). The other three were at around 30.

His combat value was 50.

This was not something that four people combined could match up to him.

Even if it was four against one, the result would not be any different.

"Ralph, give him two scars and let him bleed a little, but don't kill him!" Kelly reminded him.

Jack leaned up against the wall of the alley. He took a step back. He would not leave his back exposed to the enemy.

Then, he held a sharp dagger in his hand.

His whole body seemed to blend into the darkness of the alley.

He was like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey.

The leader, Ralph, cursed and stabbed at Jack's thigh with his knife!

The prey was coming!

Jack slightly squatted down.

Swoosh!

A flash of knife light!

There was a scream of pain.

Then, a ghost appeared in the darkness and attacked them from left and right. After a few flashes of the knife, all four of them fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Jack put away his dagger and looked at them coldly.

"Impossible! How is this possible?" Kelly was in disbelief. It was over before she could react.

"Ralph?"

Ralph pulled back with one leg, his face covered in cold sweat.

"Too fast! This guy has practiced with knives before!" Ralph hissed. "It hurts so much!"

The four of them fell to the ground almost instantly. No one could explain or understand what was going on, but they realized that they were faced with a different kind of opponent.

At this time, Jack spoke grimly. "If you guys don't want to get holes in your thighs, kneel down and apologize right now!"

Kelly was so scared that she started to tremble. She lowered her head and looked at her snow-white legs. They were smooth and fair. She was very proud of her long legs, so whenever the weather was not so cold, she would wear shorts and show them off. She didn't want to kneel down, and she didn't want to get any wounds, because that would definitely leave a terrifying scar!

Plop!

Kelly immediately knelt down.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! Let me go!" she said.

Seeing her kneel down, the other three girls also knelt down.

"I'm sorry! We were blind to come looking for trouble with you. Please, let us go!"

The four girls then started sobbing. They were begging Jack to let them go as they kept kowtowing.

Jack's gaze swept over Ralph and the others.

"What? You attacked me the moment you arrived. Don't you need to apologize?" Jack said.

When Ralph heard this, he didn't say anything and directly knelt down.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have come to find trouble with you, and I shouldn't have pulled out a knife in front of you. I was really wrong!"

"I was also impulsive. Please let me go!"

Ralph and the others apologized and begged while kowtowing.

Jack looked at them with contempt. It was clear to him that these people were actually the most cowardly and timid. In the face of the strong, they were cowardly, meek, and timid. To their weak opponents, they were ruthless. They would wet their pants, splash sh*t on them, or take off their clothes. They would do such despicable and shameless acts to people who can't and won't stand up to them.

These were scums who had been undisciplined. They must have been spoiled when they were young. Now that they were all grown up, they were all murderers!

"I have a habit of listening to slaps. The louder the sound, the happier I am. So, you slap each other. When I am happy and contented, I will forgive you!" Jack said coldly.

'Fuck!' Kelly, Ralph, and all the others were swearing and cursing in their heads.

They were divided into four groups, and they knelt on the ground and slapped each other.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

For a moment, the sound of slapping rang out in the alley.

Jack listened quietly. A few of them were slapped dozens of times. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were swollen.

He looked at Bella behind him. He saw that she was in a daze and had yet to recover from her shock.

"This knife is for you. In the future, just take this out and stab whoever bullies you," he said to her.

Bella's eyes widened. In the past, she would not even dare to think of doing such a thing. Ever since she was a young girl, her parents taught her to be kind. At this moment, she did not know what was going on. She held on to the knife, which was still stained with blood. She then meekly nodded.

"Okay!" she muttered.

"Did you hear that? Next time, if you do this again, you will die. Now scram," Jack said.

Hearing Jack's words, they immediately stood up and ran away. Some of them even wet their pants in fear.

At this moment, Jack had also left. His figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Bella turned around and saw that he had disappeared. She was shocked. If not for the heavy dagger, which was still dripping with blood, she would have thought that she had met a ghost.

Leaving the alley from the other side, Jack blended into the crowd.

He was not a busybody and did not want to get involved in any disputes. However, he would not shy away from an opportunity to help someone in need and to test his combat skills.

This was because he was very rational and calm, and yet such moments always excited him.

"Hey! Hey, handsome! I'm calling you!"

Jack's arm was suddenly pulled by someone.

For a moment, Jack's gaze swept over. All the muscles in his body tensed up, and he was ready for battle. He almost threw the girl to the ground.

The girl was about 12 or 13 years old, less than 1.5 meters tall. She was wearing a short white skirt. Her skin was fair and her facial features were delicate. She had long straight blonde hair, revealing her big eyes, which looked like they had sapphires embedded in them. The hair on her head was tied into a small bun. She looked especially cute and beautiful.

"Who are you?" Jack was a little stunned when the girl suddenly jumped out from the street.

"My name is Aisha. You can also call me 'little cookie.'"

Jack squatted down and smiled. "Little friend, I don't know you. You have the wrong person."

"You don't know me, but I know you. I saw you in the alley just now. You are amazing!" the young girl said excitedly.

"Alley? What alley?"

Chapter 21: Police Tricks

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At a glance, Jack saw through her little trick. She was clearly bluffing. Although he didn't know why such a little girl would use such a trick, Jack knew how to deal with it because he was a psychological master. It was clear she wasn't really sure what she was doing.

"Huh?" Aisha frowned. It was too dark in the alley just now. She only saw the figure. She wasn't really sure. She didn't clearly see the face, so she didn't pursue it any further.

'Is it really not him? Am I mistaken? But he is really handsome! What should I do? What should I do? Ayesha, think of a way!' Ayesha thought.

Ayesha blinked her big eyes and said, "To tell you the truth, I actually don't have any money to take a bus home. Why don't you send me back? The sky is too dark, and I'm afraid!"

"Little friend, I'll give you some money. Just take a bus home. Don't stay out so late in the future."

Jack took out 50 dollars and stuffed it into her hands. Jack then left with a blank expression.

Meanwhile, the elites of Task Force Zero had a major breakthrough after they had collected evidence from the crime scene!

Chief Ross walked to the window of the abandoned building and looked downstairs. There was a night market just one road away, and it was very lively.

"This might not be the first crime scene!" Ross said.

"That's impossible!"! Morrison's body looked exactly as it did in the live broadcast. There were no signs of movement. The surroundings and burn marks in the room were also the same as what was shown in the live broadcast. Moreover, there were remnants of his body tissue on the road that he had walked on. These pieces had dried up and stuck to the ground. Unless he was killed again, it was impossible to fake the scene!" Bowman thought out loud and analyzed the situation as a forensic scientist.

Actually, Hart, Judy, and Monica also felt that Ross's suspicion was completely wrong.

Even Willie, who had been following Ross around since they had started investigating the case, thought so too.

Ross looked around and felt that everyone was still suspicious and not convinced by his theory. He said, "My suspicion is not unreasonable. First, there is a night market across the road. Alice and Morrison's screams before their tongues were cut off were like pigs being slaughtered. There are so many people outside, how could they not have heard it?"

Ross shook his head and continued, "Okay. Let's pretend that no one had heard their cries. But why was it especially quiet in the live broadcast room? It was as if there was nothing outside. How would you explain that? See? We're standing here, and there are so many people outside, right? The sound from outside is so loud. Why was there no such thing during the live broadcast? Why was the live broadcast room so quiet?"

Willie scratched his head and said, "Then there's only one possibility. This time, he was not broadcasting live. Instead, he could have been recording! The Death Judge's first crime was a live broadcast. Naturally, we assumed that this second one was also a live broadcast, but it's actually a recording. This is probably another trap!"

"Impossible! The muscles in the deepest part of the dead body were relaxed and fresh, and the body was not stiff. Moreover, the temperature in the room was still very hot, and the body was still very hot. Judging by the state of the body, it didn't look like it had been heated a second time, so the time of death should have been around an hour prior to being found. The margin should not be more than fifteen minutes! That's why it couldn't have been a recording!" Bowman argued.

"Then it shouldn't be, right? Could it be post-production? Did he use some kind of radio device? Did he remove the background sound?"

"Impossible! Any software that manipulates the background sounds of a video cannot be completed. Unless Alice and Morrison used a microphone, their voices would have been treated as a mix, but obviously, they didn't," Judy said.

"Since that's impossible, then how did this guy do it?" Willie felt that his IQ could not keep up, and his head was starting to ache.

Seeing that no one noticed, Chief Ross said, "I don't know if you noticed, but when Morrison died, there were many close-up shots and angles of the live broadcast room."

"What?"

"At that time, the flames here were as high as 1,500 degrees Celsius. What kind of camera could get close to such a high temperature? Those shots weren't done by zooming in. Those shots were definitely taken directly by the camera."

When everyone heard Ross's analysis, they were all shocked. Only then did they realize that they had overlooked such an important point.

That's right! What kind of lens could get so close to a flame of 1,500 degrees Celsius!

Ross's analysis was very accurate. A few of them were very impressed, but at the same time, there was too much incredulity and too many mysteries. They felt that the whole thing was too strange. It was as if the Death Inquisitor's IQ and methods were beyond their imagination!

"What do we do now? The investigation seems to have reached a stalemate again. Do we have to let this guy continue?" Willie stared with his eyes wide open, his face full of anger.

At this moment, Monica, who had been silent all this while, spoke. "There are four types of serial killers in terms of geographical behavior patterns—the domain type, wandering type, fixed location type, and intrusion type. The Death Judge is a typical fixed location type. He would lure or kidnap the victim into a prepared place to commit a crime. This type of serial killer has a very strong sense of planning and is very meticulous in his actions. Moreover, the Death Judge is a confident and calm person. I believe this will not be the last one. He will commit another crime!"

Monica looked at Ross as she spoke. "I suggest that we announce to the public that this trial broadcast is a recording. I think the Death Judge will do something during the next live broadcast to prove that it's not true, that it's being done live. By then, we will have to be extra vigilant and keep our eyes peeled for any flaws that we could use to move further into the investigation!"

Ross felt that it was a very good idea. He nodded and said, "Apart from that, we have to take away all the surveillance data in the surroundings!"

At 10 PM that night, the media got wind of the news and immediately reported it.

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"Big News! the Police Have Already Grasped Important Characteristics of the Death Judge!"

"Exclusive! the Death Judge's Live Broadcast Is a Recorded Broadcast!"

"High IQ Crimes! Everyone Has Been Deceived! This Time, It's a Recorded Broadcast!"

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Jack had just finished washing up at home. The moment he came out of the bathroom, he checked his phone. His news feed was filled with news about his live broadcast.

His live broadcast videos had become popular. Any news concerning the "Live Broadcast of Death" would become a hot topic, and people all over the Internet would talk about it until it became a hot, trending topic.

Jack browsed through his news feed and opened an article that claims that the live broadcast was a recorded broadcast.

"It can't be a recorded broadcast!"

"It's hard to say. There's no interaction. It might really be a recorded broadcast!"

"Looks like the Death Inquisitor is going to get caught. What a pity! In the end, it didn't last for too long!"

"With such advanced technology and cameras everywhere, how is it possible to keep escaping from the police? It's very impressive that he was able to broadcast two episodes in a row!"

"Who said that we can't keep escaping from the police? Didn't the police not catch the three people who were sentenced by the Inquisitor? Not to mention catching them, they didn't even have any clues."

Jack glanced at the netizens' comments and frowned slightly. Then, a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting. It seems that my opponents finally remembered how to use their brains," he muttered maliciously.

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Chapter 22: Suicide by Jumping off a Building

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It was late at night, but in the darkness, in "the city that never sleeps," all sorts of voices mixed together to cultivate evil.

Early that morning, as the sun rose, a scream shattered this beautiful and harmonious scene.

It all happened at Winston High School.

Linda, now 15, had jumped off a building and killed herself, right above the school's teaching building.

What had been an originally peaceful campus suddenly became an eerie and haunting place.

Following that, the media started the first round of reports.

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"Winston High School Student Committed Suicide by Jumping off a Building!"

"The School Said That They Are Willing To Actively Cooperate With the Family Members To Handle the Funeral!"

"The Family Members Said That the Student Could Not Have Committed Suicide. The Child Had Always Been Very Obedient!"

"According To Rumors, There Has Always Been a School Violence Incident at Winston High School!"

"According To the Investigation, This Is Not the First Student Suicide Incident at Winston High School!"

"What on Earth Is the Management of Winston High School Doing? Why Can't They Protect the Children?"

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The headlines were filled with articles discussing this piece of alarming news. Seeing a young and lively student leave just like that, the netizens commented one after another, offering all sorts of regrets and blessings.

However, at noon that same day, the matter suddenly took a turn. The media's second round of reports came out.

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"According To Classmates of the Deceased, She Had Been Humiliated and Beaten by Several Students in the School Before Her Death!"

"The Hidden Story Behind the Suicide—How Many Lives Have Already Been Destroyed by Such Violent Cases?"

"Why Has Winston High School's Teacher Been Ignoring This Case?"

"Exclusive! Parents of the Students Who Insulted and Beat up the Deceased Are All Connected To the Government!"

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After this round of reports was published, the netizens were immediately infuriated. In recent years, there had been many popular cases of school violence. This is an issue that has been infuriating citizens for a long time already. They wanted nothing more than to sentence these little bullies to death. After all, many netizens had also experienced being bullied when they themselves were in school.

Many netizens also discovered that their comments in these posts had been deleted. There was also an article that had been deleted after it became very controversial. This made many netizens even angrier.

"F*ck! Investigate! We must investigate!"

"It's the same thing again. I'm so angry. If it was my daughter, I would have killed them all!"

"Me too. These children are too crazy. The law needs to be changed. If it's not changed, it's like we are allowing these scumbags to continue their crimes!"

"You know too much!"

"I'm from Winston High School. The students who bully her have backgrounds, okay? The worst are the teachers' children!"

"Is what the poster said true? What's the specific situation? Why did the poster delete the comments?"

"It's over, it's over! The person who commented just now was silenced!"

"There's a news article that also said that the parents of the students who bullied Linda have government backgrounds. I was just about to click on it to take a look when I realized that the news article had been deleted!"

"I saw that news article! I even took a screenshot of it and sent it out for you to see. You can also save it!"

"Where are the two comments above? How did they disappear so quickly? I haven't even seen the pictures yet!"

In an instant, the news spread very widely on the Internet. Twitter, Facebook, and even ProHub, directly overshadowed the "Live Broadcast of Death."

Very soon, Anthony from the Special Operations Bureau brought people to the school to collect evidence and to obtain surveillance footage. After some investigation, they left Winston High School.

It was close to evening. The New York Police Department held a press conference and reported in detail whether Linda had been bullied by her classmates and whether she had been beaten and humiliated prior to her death. The report said that after Linda's classmates were interrogated, it was found that Linda had not been bullied.

It was also said that they had not heard of Linda being charged protection fees.

Just like that, with the release of the press release, the emotions of the netizens were also somewhat appeased.

However, it was still quite suspicious.

What is the probability of a student going to school early in the morning to just jump off the building?

Psychologically speaking, people who commit suicide choose to do so at night, because the darkness is a kind of protection for them. They are most unlikely to do so in broad daylight because the human mind is relatively most sober in the morning.

Of course, this was only a probability and could not be used as a basis for a direct judgment.

After completing the handover at the same time, Jack directly chose to walk home. The residential area he rented was only five to six kilometers away from the Empire State Building. This distance was not very far for him, so he usually walked home directly.

"Hey, handsome!"

Jack turned around and saw that it was Aisha again. She was staring at him with her big eyes.

"Here's your fifty yuan. Someone jumped off a building in our school today. Mom told me to go back early and not talk to you anymore," Aisha said.

'She is also from Winston High School? She looks like a primary school student,' Jack thought. Jack suddenly thought of something. He put his hands in his pockets and did not take the money.

Calmly, he said, "It is very unlikely that a primary school student would jump off a building because of heartbreak or a psychological problem. She must have known the consequences of her doing so. Who knows how many people were hurt by what she did?"

Aisha rolled her eyes and said, "What primary school student? She's a high school student!"! Besides, who knows if she committed suicide? Her parents are workers from other countries. She was often bullied in school. Once, she was surrounded by a few school thugs, and I was the one who saved her."

"You?" Jack asked.

"It wasn't me. Could it have been you?" Aisha pouted.

Jack smiled and said, "You're just a little high school student. How old are you? You can't possibly be a gangster. Don't you all listen to your mother and just focus on studying hard?"

"Handsome, you're too outdated. We high school students are very unique. Kelly from last night was actually nothing compared to the real gangsters in our school. They are worse. There's the daughter of the principal, the son of the district head, and lastly, the son of a teacher. Whoever provoked them would have a very difficult time in school. Do you find that hard to believe?"

"They are so powerful, you say? Why do you still go around saving those they bully? Aren't you afraid of provoking them?"

"Hmph. I'm not afraid of them!" Aisha scoffed.

"All right. Stop bragging and go home quickly." After Jack said that, he left with a cold expression.

Looking at his handsome and cool back, Aisha waved her small hand and said, "Hey, your money! What's your name?"

Jack had gotten everything he wanted to know, and he couldn't be bothered with her anymore.

After making sure Aisha didn't follow him, Jack took out his phone and searched for these keywords: Winston High School gangsters. He really found a lot of them.

He found a few articles and found that Linda didn't commit suicide. in fact, she was pushed by someone else.

But when Jack opened the link to read the rest of the article, the post had already been deleted.

After searching and checking, Jack put down his phone, his eyes showing some coldness and cruelty.

He had already heard of the child protection law.

However, in Jack's live broadcast room, there was no age limit!

"Winston High School hooligans, will you be the next batch to join me in the live broadcast room?" Jack revealed a faint sneer. In the crowded crowd, he was like a bloodthirsty hunter. He was already starting to get excited.

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Chapter 23: Death Notices, Again

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The following week, Jack worked seven straight night shifts.

The days and nights were reversed.

Just thinking about it made Jack depressed.

These days, he had to commute to work every day, and the routine really bored him.

In addition to that, in the days before the broadcast, the Death Inquisitor began to fade from everyone's sight, and the once-hot death broadcast room became a topic of conversation only when people were gathering around.

The news media's coverage of the live broadcast of death also decreased.

However, the Zero Task Force had not slacked off. In the past few days, they were persistent in tracing the bank account and the surveillance camera that showed the back of the Death Judge.

Unfortunately, there was a stump, and there were no developments at all!

Meanwhile, activities at Winston High School had gone back to normal somehow. It was back to its usual state of tranquility.

No one on the Internet paid attention to Linda, the student who jumped off the school building. The people seemed to have forgotten that there could be many students like Linda. They seemed to have ignored the fact that the person responsible for her death is still alive and being protected by a high-ranking official. No one cared anymore.

"F*ck! Who put this here?!" Chapman, who was in his third year of high school, roared as he jumped up from his chair with a terrified expression on his face.

He took out a card from the drawer under his table.

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Death Notice!

Subject: Chapman

Crime: bullying, murder

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: April 15, 2021

—

Chapman's shout frightened all those around him. Everyone was quiet.

"What's wrong, Chapman? Who offended you?" Two tall students walked over to Chapman to ask him.

Chapman directly ignored the two of them. Seeing that no one else in the class was talking, Chapman's gaze fell on Tom, who was sitting against the wall not far away. Catching his gaze, Tom immediately turned his head back, but this small action of his immediately aroused Chapman's suspicion.

"F*ck you!" Chapman walked over to Tom while swearing. He rushed towards Tom and kicked him from the bench to the ground.

"Did you put it there? F*ck you!"

Tom was curled up in a corner with a footprint on his body. He shook his head repeatedly and pleadingly said, "Chapman, I don't know. I really didn't put it there."

Chapman glanced at Tom, then turned to the other students in the classroom and shouted, "Did anyone see that Tom didn't put it there?"

The classroom was silent. At this time, no one dared to say anything.

"So many people think it was you who put it there! How dare you say that it wasn't you who put it there!" Chapman roared.

"F*ck your mother! If I say I wasn't me, then it wasn't! I think you want me to die! You bastard!" Tom yelled amidst groans of pain.

As he spoke, Chapman kicked Tom in the stomach again.

"Chapman, it really wasn't me. Please spare me."

"If you say your mother is a whore, then I'll spare you. Otherwise, I'll let you eat shit after school!"Chapman said with a wretched smile.

Tom gritted his teeth.

"Are you going to say it or not? F*ck your mother, you bastard!" Chapman jumped and kicked him again.

"Please don't hit me, I'll say it, I'll say it..." Tom was already very weak.

"Say it!"

"My mother...my mother...is a bitch..." After saying that, Tom's tears flowed down.

"Hahahaha! Did you hear that? His mother is a bitch, so she gave birth to him, this little bastard. He's really like a dog. Hahahaha!" Chapman spat at Tom, then left triumphantly and tore the card into pieces.

No one in the classroom dared to speak. They only looked at the pitiful Tom with sympathy.

After he left, the two tall students glared at Tom fiercely.

After a while, the dead silence of the classroom slowly returned to its noisy state.

In the blink of an eye, the class was over. Everyone left the classroom and went to the playground. Chapman brought the two tall students to the northern part of the school library.

There was a narrow corridor behind the library. Chapman liked to smoke there after class. He even had sex with girls in the corridor in broad daylight. No one could hear him there.

It was a dirty area. There were cigarette butts, sanitary napkins, condoms, and so on.

However, Chapman would have his two lackeys clean up the battlefield regularly.

"You two, wait for me here!" Chapman threw two cigarettes to his lackeys and lit one for himself.

When Chapman went in, there were already three people inside. There were two men and one woman. They were all dressed in fancy clothes. The man had his ears pierced and his head shaved. The woman was wearing stockings, a short skirt, and a shirt that was almost translucent. The three of them were squatting on the ground, and they were all smoking.

"Chapman, you're here. Did you receive the death notice?"

Chapman was stunned. "You received it too?"

"Yes!"

The three of them took out their death notices as they spoke.

—

Death Notice!

Subject: Bronte

Crime: bullying, murder

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: April 15, 2021

—

Death Notice!

Subject: Chris

Crime: bullying, murder

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: April 15, 2021

—

Death Notice!

Subject: Grant

Crime: bullying, murder

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: April 15, 2021

—

Aside from their names, everything else on their cards was the same.—the time, crime, and executor were all the same. Chapman looked at it, took out a lighter, and lit it.

"Why did you burn it?" Chris asked as he stood up.

"Why would you want to keep it? As a souvenir? Or to remind us we pushed Linda?" Chapman said coldly.

With a trembling, fearful voice, Chris said, "The question is, who put it there? It can't really be the Death Inquisitor, right? Then we're all going to die."

"Don't talk nonsense. My father found a witch to mediate for me and said that I can be a high-ranking official and live to be more than 90 years old!" Grant said as he shook his hair.

"There hasn't been any news about the Death Inquisitor in the past few days. This morning, my heart kept beating, and I felt a little uneasy," Chris said.

Chapman chuckled. "Look at all of you looking so stupid. Are you the bosses of Winston High School? The police station has set up a special task force to investigate the Death Judge. He must have been afraid of them, so he must have run away. Besides, we are not adults yet. Will he come and kill us when we're not yet even adults? Maybe there's some bastard trying to scare us. If I find out who it is, I will definitely break his legs!"

Chapman clenched his fists fiercely as he spoke.

"F*ck. I was almost scared to death in the beginning. If I find out who it is, I will let him drink my urine!"

"I want him to lick my sanitary napkin!" said the girl.

"That's a good idea. Licking a mouthful of blood is so exciting."

The four of them laughed loudly and forgot about the death notices.

Ding!

The subjects have received their death notices!

Jack opened his eyes slightly. After a busy night, it was finally time to begin.

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Chapter 24: Arousing Public Anger

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It was 8 PM.

The live broadcast room, which had disappeared for a few days, started broadcasting on all major online platforms once again.

"Hello, everyone. I'm your live streamer, the Death Judge. Welcome to today's execution live broadcast."

As soon as the live broadcast started, the bullet comments in the live broadcast room instantly piled up.

"The judge has finally started broadcasting!"

"I thought that the judge had been caught by the police! When I saw that the streamer was fine, I was relieved!"

"Judge, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, I would have stayed up all night and died. I haven't been able to sleep for the past few days without watching your live broadcast!"

"I know, right? If I can't see the scum die, I feel terrible all over! I don't even have the interest to play games anymore!"

"Fortunately, Judge, you started the broadcast. Otherwise, I would have thought that you were caught by the police!"

"Do you believe in the New York police or the court judge too much? They are just a bunch of good-for-nothings who can't even catch criminals. How could they catch the Death Judge!"

Almost a million people flooded into the live broadcast room the moment the broadcast started. Everyone was crazily posting bullet comments. Those days, everyone was really anxious and crazy. Every night, they would stand guard on the major live broadcast platforms, waiting for the death broadcast, however, after being disappointed for several nights, when everyone was about to give up, the live broadcast suddenly started. It was the kind of excitement that could not be expressed in words.

Ka! Ka! Ka!

Rows of incandescent lamps lit up in the pitch-black live broadcast screen.

Four people were lying in the middle of the room.

Behind the four people was a very large mechanical device, like a vertical wheat harvester drum. On top of it, there were rows of very sharp steel blades. It looked a little terrifying.

Looking at the layout of the room, there was a podium, a blackboard, and a few students' desks scattered in the corner. It looked like a classroom.

Seeing this, the netizens were at a loss. They were confused why there were four people lying in the middle. They didn't even look like adults.

"Are those children? The judge won't kill children, right?"

"They seem to be young adults. They look like high school students, and the scene is in a classroom."

"What's with the chatterbox upstairs? Why are those students there? Aren't they human? If a child commits a crime and kills someone, shouldn't he escape justice? What a bunch of hypocrites!"

"Right, right, right. Some children nowadays are really evil. They do things worse than adults. Just because a child in their own family is kind doesn't mean that a child in another family is the same. Maybe your child was bullied by his classmates at school and didn't even dare to say it back home!"

"The person above is right. We have a student here who was forced by his classmates to lick a dog's genitals at school. Later, when his father found out about it, he was so angry that he took a knife and chopped up all the students. Now, he's still in jail."

As the audience began to discuss among themselves, Jack's voice rang out again.

"Today, we're going to broadcast a vicious school bullying murder case. I believe that everyone has seen the news of Linda jumping to her death at Winston High School a few days ago. Today, I have the honor to invite the four famous bosses of Winston High School to the live broadcast room."

Jack's voice was very cold, and he sounded very sarcastic. It sounded like he was toying with these people, as if they were monkeys.

"What do you mean? Could it be that Linda didn't commit suicide? But didn't the police hold a press conference about it?"

"Why do I have a feeling that the lies of the New York police is about to be exposed? Today's death broadcast will be exceptionally crazy and explosive!"

"These little bastards! If they're the bosses, then I'll be the boss of New York City!"

"All right! You're the best. You're the President of the United States. All right!"

"So what exactly did these four students do to get caught here?"

"Could it be a mistake? These four are still in high school, right? What bad things could they have done?"

"You're the one who's mistaken. How could the Death Judge be mistaken? Which one of them doesn't deserve to die?"

"Exactly! How could the judge be mistaken? I believe they definitely deserve to die. The judge will introduce their crimes before sentencing them. We just have to wait and see what their crimes are. Don't worry about anything else."

"That's right! Everyone, don't worry. Judging by the past livestreams, we know that these little brats can't possibly be innocent. Anyway, since the judge was able to capture them, it definitely means that they are guilty."

Just as the bullet comments were discussing crazily, the four of them woke up and opened their eyes slightly. The blinding light made them squint. Their faces were muddled and their faces were blank.

The four of them were Chapman, Chris, Bronte, and Grant.

Their sin and force values were 70 (27), 68 (25) 65 (23), and 69 (26) respectively. Their sin values exceeded the standard of execution.

"Where are we?" Chapman was the first to speak up. When he looked around and saw the terrifying machine filled with steel knives behind him, as well as the collar and rope around his neck, his mind went blank.

Jack saw that the four of them had woken up and began to count their crimes.

"In 2019, the four of you threatened and coerced Nora, Jamie, Winnie, and Rosa, who were still in elementary school, to have sex with you. To this day, you have coerced and beaten twenty-four girls to have sex with you. Some of them contracted sexually transmitted diseases, some of them got pregnant and miscarried, and some of them attempted suicide due to depression. In 2020, the four of you bullied Barney, Picker, Peck, and Marley, who didn't pay their protection fees on time. You even urinated on them, sexually assaulted them, and even made them touch each other's genitals. What you did was outrageous! In 2021, you found Linda and asked her to help you, but Linda was unwilling, so you called her up to the rooftop and pushed her down from the rooftop. She fell to her death on the spot!"

Hearing this, the four of them were completely awake. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. Hundreds of thousands of viewers were also completely furious.

"F*ck! This is not something that humans can do. These are four animals!"

"Don't insult animals, okay? Animals can't do such shameless and despicable things!"

"I just want to f*cking chop all four of them into meat paste and feed them to the dogs now! When they grow up, they will be everyone's nightmare!"

"I'm so angry. Ahhh, I'm so angry that I'm about to have a heart attack. Do such perverted and cruel persons really exist? And they're high school students? I also have children. I won't even dare to let my children go to school tomorrow!"

"Where is Winston High School located? Fortunately, my child doesn't go to that school. To parents whose children go there, I suggest you quickly ask your children if they're okay. If you discover something alarming, tackle it as soon as possible. The child is too young. You can't let them grow up with psychological scars!"

"Where are the people who questioned the judge just now? Now you know. The people the judge arrested are all damnable people!"

"I support the judge! Sentence these little bastards!"

It was too shocking, too terrifying. Everyone was stunned by these crimes.

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Chapter 25: Let Him Die

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Dickens had been working in New York for more than a decade.

He was a total office worker.

After more than a decade of hard work in New York City, he had a place to live in. He had just taken out a loan to buy a small house in the suburbs. His job was stable, and he had a beautiful daughter who was in high school. He was very happy.

Today, as usual, after work, Dickens turned on the webcast.

In the past, he liked to watch some live game broadcasts to learn the skills of the game masters. But since the broadcast of the live broadcast of death, he had been hooked with the series and was eager to see what was next.

That day, the sudden broadcast excited him very much.

But when he heard the judge say the students' infuriating crimes, as if struck by lightning, Dickens suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. His daughter went to Winston High School, and recently, he felt that his daughter was hiding something from him.

Could it be?

A very terrifying thought appeared in Dickens's mind.

"Norina, what are you doing? Come here for a moment."

"Ah? What's wrong, Dad?" Norina walked over. She was a sixteen-year-old girl. She was very beautiful, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes. There was a hint of evasiveness and a hint of gloominess. She did not have the vivacity and naivete that a sixteen-year-old child should have.

"Norina, have you been hiding something from your mom and me recently? These people are from your school, right? Do you know them?" Dickens pointed to the four people in the live broadcast room.

Norina looked over. When she saw those faces, her body suddenly trembled. Every night, she would have nightmares. She even thought about suicide. At this moment, when her father asked her about it, the fortress in her heart instantly collapsed, and tears flowed down.

"Daddy..." She then started crying.

Dickens was stunned. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he hugged his daughter.

"Did they bully you? Why didn't you tell Daddy?"

"I didn't dare to say anything..."

"It's all Daddy's fault for not being able to protect you well. It's all Daddy's fault for being useless! Ahhhh, you bastards, you sons of b*tches!"

Dickens immediately broke down. With his fist, he hit his head hard, grabbed his hair, and started grabbing downwards.

His daughter was still sobbing. "Daddy, don't—"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What are you doing?" Mary had just finished packing up the cutlery and had not taken off her apron.

Dickens choked on his sobs. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely terrifying.

"Our daughter was...was...humiliated by these animals! Ahhh...these scumbags, I'm going to kill you all!"

Mary was stunned. She had noticed that her daughter had been behaving strangely recently, but she had never asked about it. Now that she heard from her husband, wasn't being humiliated a form of rape? Her daughter was only 16 years old. She was so obedient, so sensible, and it was hard to believe she had also been a victim.

"Ah!" Mary screamed and collapsed to the ground.

"Mom..." Norina cried as she ran to her mother.

"Mary, Mary..." Dickens quickly picked Mary up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just..." Mary's eyes lost their luster. She hugged her daughter, Norina, with tears streaming down her face.

Dickens was in so much pain that he was about to go crazy. With a gloomy expression, he stood up and sat back down at the computer table.

"My daughter was ruined by these people. I'm willing to give all my assets to the judge. I beg the judge to kill them!"

Following that, gifts were presented one after another, directly maxing out the credit cards!

"F*ck! Where did this rich man come from? He gave so many gifts. How much money did it cost him? Amazing!"

"Look carefully before you say anything. He just said that his daughter was ruined by these people. He gave them all his assets as a reward, just to let these people die!"

"I'm a student of Winston High School. I've heard about them bullying people! These bastards' parents are high officials. No one dares to go against them!"

"These bastards are even more hateful than the three before them. They can actually commit such crimes at such a young age! I beg the judge to quickly execute them! I'm also willing to give them some gifts!"

"F*ck! Although they aren't my daughters, my tears fell when I saw them. I will also give them some gifts and beg the judge to kill these b*stards!"

"Although I don't have children, who doesn't have relatives? Who doesn't have a few younger brothers, sisters, nephews, and nieces? When I heard the father of this child crying, I was so angry that I was going to die! Such a scum doesn't deserve to live in this world!"

"I'm heartbroken watching this. That parent hopes that you can pull yourself together and have a heart-to-heart talk with your daughter. The child is so young. He must be very sad to receive such a trauma. Ahhhh! I'm going to die from anger. I can't continue writing anymore. I'm going to break down. I beg the judge to quickly kill these little bastards!"

For a moment, everyone in the live broadcast room was furious. All sorts of rewards rushed over, as if they were free. In just a few minutes, the rewards had already reached close to a million.

Jack looked at the live broadcast room with an ice-cold expression. He looked at the bullet screens that filled the screen. He had long expected this situation. This was what he needed because he had designed a special segment for that day's live broadcast.

At this moment, Chapman and the others finally woke up after listening to Jack's list of crimes. When they saw the collar around their necks, they finally realized that they were in extreme danger.

Because they had all watched the live broadcast of death, they were very excited when they watched it. It was very exciting, but they had never thought that one day they themselves would be in that live broadcast room.

"We were just joking with her. She fell down by accident. It has nothing to do with us!" Grant said with a terrified look.

"Let me go! Quickly! My father is the director! If you dare to arrest me, my father will definitely kill you! He is not someone you can offend!" Bronte shouted. He pulled the steel rope hard, but he could not move it at all.

Chris was so scared that she started crying. "I was just joking with them. We are all good friends. I am a good student. I have never bullied her! Please let me go."

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not a big deal. We are minors. The law has to protect us. You can't do anything to us. Let us go!" Chapman couldn't find the camera, so he could only shout loudly.

Seeing how easy and fearless he sounded, Jack was a little surprised. He was really a shameless person— more shameless and more evil than Morrison, Alice, and even Bowen!

Jack's cold face suddenly revealed a terrifying sneer.

"Hello. Welcome to the death broadcast room. You don't know me, but I know you. You are the four bosses of Winston High School. I want to play a game of death with you!"

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Chapter 26: A Call From a High-Ranking Official

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"I'm not playing any games with you. I want to go home."

"Release me quickly, or I'll call the police!"

"My father knows the police chief. Release me. Release me now! Otherwise, you're dead!"

"I'm really a good student. I've never bullied anyone before. Please release me!"

"How about this? If you release us, you can pick any little girls in school. I guarantee they'll all be virgins!"

The cold smile on Jack's face suddenly disappeared. His expression became even more terrifying, especially his eyes. They were so gloomy that they were like two sharp knives.

'Hmph! Childish brats! Do you think this is a playground?' Jack thought.

Jack realized that these four guys were indeed very immature. Even when they were on the edge of death, they were still trying to negotiate by offering to do the very thing that brought them there in the first place! But this time, they were wrong. There was no law protecting minors there. There were only games, executions, fresh blood, and death. And now, he was already very eager to see fresh blood!

"When you bully others, you are more perverted than anyone else. When you are childish, you are more childish than anyone else. Ever since you were born, you have been more noble than others. Youdon't really care about other people. You don't even care about the law. You are despicable and shameless. You bully your classmates so you have a psychological leverage. But today, you will be tested by death. "Now, the four of you have the same goal—to live. However, there is a miniature bomb placed in the collar around your neck. There is a password made up of four numbers on the collar. Every time you pass a level, you will be given a number. Enter the number from left to right. If all four numbers are correct, the circuit will be disconnected, and you will be able to live. Otherwise, the circuit and the time will be up, and your entire head will explode. Not even a pile of meat paste will be left. The entire game time limit is thirty minutes. In this classroom, you will need to find two numbers and fill them in according to the correct game steps. Now, as you can see, a steel rope has passed through the collar device on your neck. If one side is stretched, the other three will be shortened. If the rope is completely pulled tight, you will be sucked into the harvester behind you. You will become a pile of minced meat and bones, like a pig in a slaughterhouse. The only way to remove the rope is to use the key in the glass box. They are placed on the pedestal in front of you. However, if one of you moves to retrieve the key, all of your 60-second timers will be activated. When the time is up, the rope will be retrieved. In this situation, your instincts will drive you to take action. However, I hope that you will take the opposite action. Now, let the game begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge harvester started to spin with a rumble. Because it was too fast, the rows of steel knives on it could no longer be seen clearly by the naked eye. However, the wind brought by the high-speed rotation of the harvester blew in all directions, causing the suspects to tremble continuously, and they subconsciously retreated.

At this moment, a small red light on the collars around their necks started to flash non-stop. In addition, a timer sounded above their heads. The countdown was ten minutes. Beside the timer was a homemade bomb. The bottle was filled with steel nails. It was easy to imagine that once the bomb exploded, the steel nails would shoot out at high speed. They could even pierce through a human body.

If they were hit by such an explosion, no one would be able to survive!

Seeing this, the netizens could not help but start discussing.

"F*ck! When that harvester turned, it gave me a fright. It was too scary. However, I really want to see what it would be like if those guys were dragged up. It must be very exciting!"

"I really don't understand what the judge is thinking. Anyway, I just feel that there's a hidden danger in here!"

"Don't think about it. With our IQ, we can only watch. I don't care about anything else. Anyway, I'll be happy as long as the judge kills those little bastards!"

"I feel like the judge is reminding them not to take the key, but how are they going to survive if they don't take the key? That's strange."

"Me too. I can't figure it out. With the judge's IQ, it would be a waste not to do this!"

"I feel that this will be more exciting than before. This time, the device is very direct. It directly shatters people into pieces!"

While the netizens were discussing on the bullet screen, all the members of Task Force Zero were also staring at the big screen. After waiting for a few days for the live broadcast, it finally came.

"As expected, the live broadcast has started again. This guy is really confident!"

"I have to say it. These little bastards really deserve to die! They actually harmed so many people! So many families!" Willy sighed and said what he was thinking.

Judy also said, "Yeah, these students are abnormal. They are simply crazy. I'm so angry! They really deserve to be killed!"

Ross glanced at the two of them and said, "Don't forget your identities. Are you supposed to say such things? Even if they deserve to be killed, it's not the Death Inquisitor's right to kill them!"

"Okay. Is it useful to say these things now? This time, the live broadcast location is in a classroom. It's more targeted. Let's hurry up and find the live broadcast location!" Monica said.

Ross nodded in agreement and then distributed the tasks.

At this moment, Chief Superintendent Terrence's heart was also breaking down. His phone was already ringing off the hook.

"Chief Superintendent Terrence, I beg you. Please save my daughter, Chris. I only have one daughter. Ever since she was a child, she has been obedient. She has been an adorable daughter. How could she do such a thing? This Death Inquisitor is a perverted murderer. He must be lying. You must save my daughter."

"Don't worry, Principal. We have already set up a special task force and are doing our best to rescue..."

Terrence comforted him for a while. Just as he hung up, another call came in.

"Chief Inspector Terrence, I am Chapman's father, Donald. My son is the best student in the school. He is the best person. He wouldn't even dare to step on an ant. Now, he is actually captured by that damn Death Inquisitor. He is a perverted murderer. I beg you to please save my son. I am counting on him to inherit my political legacy."

"Mayor Donald, don't worry. We will do our best to organize the rescue. Your son will be fine!"

After that, there was another one. The director, teachers, and even the governor and the senator all called. Terrence felt that the pressure was too great.

He had no idea who was telling the truth.

However, Linda's case had been investigated by Anthony, and the conclusion was suicide.

If what the Death Inquisitor had said was true, then they would be held responsible, and the national press, and the eyes of the American people, would be on them, and those children would lose their dignity.

'Anthony, you bastard! You're going to get me killed!' Terrence thought as he pondered on the possible consequences.

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Chapter 27: Internal Strife

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The outside world was in chaos, and the news media rushed into the New York police station as fast as they could.

After all, the press conference had only been held for two days, and the investigation had revealed that Linda had committed suicide. Now, it had turned into a murder. The amount of information was too much, and no media would let go of this big news.

"Officer, can you answer a question?"

"For now, I won't answer any questions. For those who ask questions, wait until the death broadcast is over! Right now, we're all busy looking for the Death Judge!"

"Why did the press conference say that Linda had committed suicide? What do the police think about the judge's revelation today?"

"For now, I won't answer any questions! Please leave and don't disrupt our investigation!"

After the reporters were chased out of the police station, no one left. All of them stood guard at the entrance of the police station and watched the death broadcast. When the broadcast ended, they would receive the information as soon as possible.

While the outside world went crazy, the anger in the live broadcast room was somewhat suppressed. The four of them looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"What do we do now? Say something! I don't want to die." Chris started crying again.

Chapman's face was full of fear. He swallowed hard and looked at the pedestal not far away. There was a transparent glass box on it, and the key was placed inside. As long as he walked up, he could get it easily.

"I don't know if you will die today, but I won't die!" Chapman said. He was determined to get the key.

"Chapman, don't move yet. Didn't he say not to trust your instincts? Didn't he mean not to get the key?" Bronte said as he thought of something.

Grant said, "Are you f*cking stupid? If you don't get the key, are you waiting to die here? Maybe you want to die, but I don't! There are a lot of things that I haven't done yet! My family is so rich, and I haven't even enjoyed life yet! I can't die!"

"Look at this! Maybe we can try to turn off this machine!" Bronte said.

The three of them looked over and saw that the harvester was more than ten centimeters above the ground. There were four very small and exquisite steel devices under it. There was a steel pen knife inside. The steel ring outside continued to rotate, and they noticed that the speed was not very fast. However, the blades looked unusually sharp.

At the other end of the device, there were blood grooves, which led to a circular plastic bowl. At the bottom of the plastic bowl was a horizontal rod. The horizontal rod was near the small bowl that was fixed on a bracket, like a scale. At the other end of the horizontal rod was a thick circular iron device. At this moment, the circular iron piece, because of its weight, fell on the bottom plate, connecting two wires that have previously been disconnected.

"If that round piece of iron can be lifted up, the circuit might be broken," said Chris.

"So what if it's broken? Then what? Can you take the chain off?"

"This device is very obvious. If you want the round piece of iron to be lifted up, you have to fill the small bowl at the other end with something. What do you think it is?" Chapman snorted.

"F*ck! He designed it this way. Don't tell me he wants us to put our fingers in and then peel off the flesh on our fingers to fill the small bowl?"

Chapman seemed to be a little impatient. "No matter what you think, I won't put my fingers in! If any of you are willing to sacrifice a finger for me, I won't object!"

Chris, Bronte, and Grant all stopped talking. Their hands hurt just looking at the contraption. If they were to put their finger in there, it would hurt like hell.

Two minutes had passed like lightning. Chapman could not wait any longer. He did not want to sit there and wait for death. Among the four of them, he was the leader. Moreover, he was stronger than everyone else. He could easily get the key. Since that was the case, why not take it? What did it have to do with him whether the three of them ended up alive or dead?

As Chapman was thinking, Grant took the initiative to act.

He walked forward. Just as he stepped out, he tripped on a steel wire. The 60-second timer immediately started ticking.

Like a death clock, the nerves of the other three instantly tensed up.

"F*ck your mother!"

Chapman's eyes were red. He did not make a move, but Grant actually made a move first. As he took a step forward, he took a step back. The cold wind from the harvester blew on his body. With a tremble, Chapman was so scared that he even peed himself.

Chapman then charged forward. Grant, who was behind him, was yanked and fell down with a thud.

Seeing that both of them were charging forward, Clarice and Bronte also ran towards their respective glass boxes.

For a moment, Grant's rope became the shortest one, and the harvester behind him spun with a rumble.

"F*ck! Damn it!"

Grant quickly got up and charged forward again.

The four of them started to compete in strength in four different directions.

Chapman was the strongest, moving forward little by little. "F*ck you! You want to kill me? Let's see who dies first!"

"Ah! I'll fight it out with you!" Bronte shouted and rushed forward with all his might. However, the pulling force behind him was too great, and he could not move at all.

Chapman was the first to rush to the glass box on the table. Looking at the key that was about to be in his hands, a kind of victory and a kind of joy flashed across his face.

"You sons of b*tches, you still want to snatch it from me?"

Chapman immediately reached his hand into the glass box, but the moment his hand reached for the key, his fingers went numb, and he felt as if he was electrocuted. Then, a large iron claw that looked like a doll-grabbing machine suddenly popped out from the bottom of the glass box. It was covered with sharp barbs. The iron claw directly grabbed Chapman's hand, and those barbs instantly pierced into his flesh.

"Ah!"

Chapman let out a blood-curdling scream. It was already impossible for him to retract his hand. The barbs bit down hard on his flesh. If he were to use force, a layer of his flesh would probably be torn off!

"F*ck you! Ahhh! My hand!"

In the live broadcast room, Chapman cried out in pain.

Seeing this, the viewers in front of the screen were all happy.

"Hahaha! As expected, there's hidden danger again. I'm relieved now!"

"This bastard's cry is really unpleasant. There's still 50 seconds left. The most exciting part is coming! Why am I suddenly so excited?"

"Who says so? I just opened a bottle of beer and am ready to drink! Anyone want to join me?"

"Hey, friends, let's drink together!"

"What's the rush? We can celebrate when they're dead!"

"If you guys drink now, won't you all vomit later?"

"If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten. I just ate. Do you still want to watch?"

"I want to watch anyway. After I watch, I can have another meal. If I don't watch the live broadcast, it'll be over before we know it!"

"Me too! isn't it just vomiting? What's there to be afraid of? It's not like I've never vomited while drinking!"

"I'm done watching. I don't believe that you guys can still eat! Look at the equipment today. In the end, it will definitely be a pile of minced meat again!"

The bullet comments were boiling. All of them supported the judge.

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Chapter 28: Crushing the Human Body

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When Clarice, Bronte, and Grant heard Chapman's screams, they could not help but turn their heads to look.

Hiss!

The three of them took a deep breath and broke out in cold sweat.

At this moment, Chapman could neither advance nor retreat. He hated the Death Inquisitor to the core. That damned clock was ticking non-stop. He watched as the seconds ticked away, but he could not do anything with the key in his hand.

"F*ck you, Judge! I'm going to kill your whole family!"

Chapman cursed, then he raised his left fist and smashed it into the glass box. Bang! The glass box didn't change at all. It wasn't ordinary glass at all, but reinforced and hardened glass!

"F*ck! Ahhhhh!"

Chapman broke down. He looked at his right hand, which was heavily wounded by the barbs, and gritted his teeth. But just as he exerted his strength, the barbs tore a small hole in his flesh.

"Ah! ah ah ah!"

Chapman screamed in pain. Looking at the small holes, fresh blood kept oozing out.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry. Let me go. I won't dare to do it again." Chapman felt the intense pain and was afraid. He began to beg for mercy. Tears flowed down his face. Ever since he was born, he had never suffered such grievance. He had never suffered such torture.

However, tears and repentance were not believed in the death broadcast room. If you could live, you could tell others. If you died, you could go to hell and tell the devil.

Jack's cold voice sounded again.

"You have 30 seconds left. Each of you was very proud, haughty, and overconfident when you were bullying your classmates. Now, you must not be afraid. Otherwise, you will be turned into minced meat!"

"Ah!"

"You bastard!" Chapman shouted and pulled his right hand out crazily.

"Ah ah ah!"

Amidst the screams, Chapman's hand was pulled back bit by bit. At this time, the camera zoomed in on him. The skin and flesh of his wrist were being pulled off bit by bit. It was as though a clumsy butcher was messily peeling off the skin. It was very messy and bloody. It was disgusting.

"Ho ho ho ho...I did it..."

As Chapman took out the key, he smiled darkly and coldly. His hand looked like the devil's hand, just as if it had reached out from hell. It looked like a chicken's paw that had been bitten by a dog. It was full of potholes and was bleeding profusely.

"Death Judge...I, Chapman, have passed..." Chapman raised his trembling bloody hand and inserted the key into the keyhole. With a bang, the iron ring was opened and the rope and collar were immediately released.

Seeing that he had been saved, Bronte, the weakest, pleaded, "Chapman, save me. Your key might be able to open mine! Just like the last live broadcast!"

"Get lost! Even if I can open it, I won't let you use it! If you want to live, reach in and take it! F*ck you! You want to get the reward without working hard for it? I can't let you guys have it so easy after suffering so much!" Chapman said as he took off his coat and wrapped it around his right hand.

"Chapman, save me, I'm your woman!" Chris shouted.

Chapman snorted and said, "I have plenty of women. Besides, I'm not the only man you have. If I don't save Bronte, I can't save you either! Save yourself!" After saying that, he threw the key into the corner.

"F*ck! He didn't even save his own friends when they are about to die. This little bastard is ruthless enough."

"If he wasn't ruthless, how could he do those things? He's a typical despicable and selfish person. He can't see that others are better than him!"

"Sigh! The key is that I'm a college student. My life is worse than that of a high school student. Even now, I'm still a virgin!"

"Hey, you don't have to be sad right now. Being a virgin at the age of 30 is not something to be sad about!"

The audience watched the live broadcast while chatting and joking with each other. The rest of the audience, including Clarice, Bronte, and Grant, began their final desperate battle.

"Ah!"

"Ah ah ah!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

"Ah ah!"

"Ah ah ah!"

The three of them were like mad beasts. They did not care about anything else. They rushed forward crazily and frantically reached their hands in. Then, they pulled out, causing blood to spurt out.

"F*ck! This is amazing! That Bronte can't do it. He actually fell down!"

"Hahahaha! He can't even drag a woman away. I thought that Chris would die first in this round!"

"This trash is better than women in a game of strength. When I saw him bullying his classmates, he also used his background to scare people. Hurry up and die first!"

"Eight seconds left! The show is about to start! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"7,6,5,4,3,2,1..."

"Ka!"

The 60-second countdown stopped.

Bronte's hand had just reached into the glass box and was bitten by the iron claw. At that moment, he was stunned and his mind went blank.

Creak, creak.

The rope quickly retracted, and a huge force pulled at Bronte.

"No, no, no, no, no, no! Save me!" Bronte shouted, but the force was too strong. With a bang, his hand was pulled out of the glass box. His skin and muscles peeled off, turning into pieces. His hand also turned into a skeleton holding some minced meat, then, he was dragged toward the harvester.

"Ah, ah, ah, I don't want to die! Save me!"

Bang!

When Bronte got close to the high-speed rotating harvester, the close-up of image death came again.

His entire body was torn apart by the sharp steel bars. The skin, muscles, and blood vessels outside his body were torn off piece by piece and then thrown out. Blood splattered everywhere. On the ground, walls, and ceiling, there were blood spots, pieces of human skin, and human flesh.

At the end of the peeling, the bones were very clear, but then the bones were also torn apart and crushed. The whole process only took about ten seconds, and in the end, only his head was left hanging on the top of the harvester, because the skull was too big, it was not sucked into the harvester. Then there was a small section of the spine below, still dripping blood.

"F*ck! I was scared to death! It's too scary!"

"This harvester is so powerful! It's so scary!"

"That's great, that's really great. This little bastard died too well!"

"Today seems to be abnormally bloody!"

"Which livestream wasn't bloody? Every livestream is bloody!"

"That's right, but this time it's even more bloody than before! This is only the first game, and there's already such a tragic death. It's only a head that's been shaved off by the harvester!"

Bullet messages were sent out in a dense stream, and all sorts of rewards were sent over, as if they were free. The entire live broadcast room was filled with celebratory voices.

However, at this moment, at Bronte's home.

"Ahhh! My son! Damned Death Inquisitor! I'm going to kill your entire family!" His parents and relatives were squealing.

Bronte's eyes were filled with blood. He was like a ghost. He looked extremely terrifying.

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Chapter 29: Two Numbers

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Bronte's facial features were completely distorted. He looked hideous and terrifying. In the end, he couldn't even compare to his eyes when he died. His two eyeballs were completely bloodshot, as if he had contracted pinkeye disease. He glared fiercely at Chapman and the others.

"Don't look at me. It wasn't me who caused your death. It was the Death Inquisitor!"

"If you become a ghost, you must help us get out of here alive!"

"Yeah, we didn't do this to you. If you feel wronged, go to the Death Inquisitor and kill him to avenge yourself."

The three of them spoke in a low voice. Their faces were filled with fear, so much so that they had even forgotten the pain on their hands.

Looking at the three of them, Jack shook his head without any expression on his face. Now, everyone knew that they were afraid. How could they not be afraid when they pushed Linda down the stairs? Linda's skull was smashed open on the spot, and her brain matter and blood were mixed together. Her beautiful face was also smashed into pieces. That horrible death was not worse than Bronte's.

"Is that so? If a dead person becomes a ghost, do you think Bronte will protect you? He didn't need to die, but you abandoned him, so he will definitely come for revenge. Linda will also come for revenge. Maybe she will stand behind you and watch you," Jack said.

"Ah! Don't scare me!" Chris screamed and turned to look behind her.

"There are no ghosts. If there really are ghosts, you won't be able to live either! You've killed so many people! They should seek revenge and come for you first!" Chapman pretended to be calm, but he still felt a chill behind him, as if something was really there.

Grant anxiously said, "Don't talk nonsense with him. Hurry up and look for the numbers. There are seven minutes left before the explosion!"

Chapman walked to the front of the keypad and pointed. "I've already found the first number. It's on the base. Look!"

The two of them came over to take a look. There was indeed a number on it, but they actually did not notice it.

"Six."

Looking at the other three keypads, there was also a six on it.

"Looks like the first number is six, but what about the second number? Everyone split up and look!" Chapman said.

Thus, the three of them began a thorough search in the classroom.

"Chapman, come over and take a look. I think I've found it," Chris suddenly called out.

Chapman and Grant immediately ran over and followed the direction of Chris's finger. They saw the seesaw device under the harvester. There seemed to be a number under the round iron block, and there was a bit of a corner exposed, but if they wanted to see clearly what it was, they had to make the round piece of iron rise up.

"F*ck! We spent so much effort, but in the end, we still couldn't escape getting our fingers cut off!" Grant said.

Chris began to sob. "My hand hurts so much now. I'm now a cripple. I don't want to cut my fingers anymore."

"Are you guys stupid? Bronte is dead. This room is filled with his flesh and blood. Just pick a few pieces and stuff them in!" Chapman said coldly.

"Chapman, you always have a way. I'll go pick them up right now!" Chris stopped crying.

Soon, Chris picked up a few pieces of Bronte's flesh and bones. Then, the three of them stuffed the meat into the penknife. It was like a meat grinder. The blade rotated and hit the flesh and bone, making a sound that made one's teeth ache.

Pieces of meat fell into the small bowl along the thick blood groove. In a short while, the small bowl was filled with human flesh. The seesaw began to move. The small bowl sank, and the round iron block rose. The power was indeed cut off, and the machine stopped.

"Eight."

Seeing this, the audience was unhappy.

"F*ck! They were found so easily!"

"I'm not happy watching this. I was hoping to see them turn their fingers!"

"That Chapman is really smart. The trial of the judge has been broken! However, losing one hand is still okay."

"It's okay. These are only two numbers. There are still two more. There are still two more trials to torture. It's not so easy to let them survive!"

"Don't worry. Think about it. Was there anyone who escaped the punishment of the Death Inquisitor? There will definitely be even more cruel and bloody torture!"

"It's hard to say. I keep feeling that something is wrong, but I can't tell what it is. Let's continue watching."

Chapman and the other two filled in the numbers 6 and 8 from left to right.

Creak.

The classroom door suddenly opened. The three of them looked at each other and quickly ran out.

However, they realized that they had run into another classroom.

Just like the previous classroom, a few tables were scattered in the corner. However, in the middle of the classroom, there were four tables. On them were some props, pliers, thumbtacks, lighters, fruit knives, plastic basins, sticks tied with steel balls, and so on.

In front of the desk, a large LCD monitor was placed in front of the podium. At this moment, it was covered in snowflakes, making a messy sizzling sound.

When the three of them looked at the monitor at the same time, the screen suddenly flashed. The snowflakes disappeared, and the screen showed their names. They were blood-red in color, and against the pitch-black background, they exuded the aura of death.

"Welcome to the death classroom. First of all, congratulations on obtaining two numbers. You are halfway to success. Next, I'm going to play a game with you. You are all very familiar with this game because most of the games are often played by you to your classmates. But today, the host upgraded it a little. After all, it's not exciting enough without blood, so let's review it." As soon as he finished speaking, the screen flashed again.

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"Tongue kiss!"

"Bark like a dog!"

"Pull out your fingernails!"

"Press the thumbtacks!"

"Burn your hair!"

"Slap your face!"

"Drink urine and eat shit!"

"Strip your clothes and write!"

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There were a total of eight items. The three of them took a look and found that these were indeed very familiar. They had either done these to their classmates or forced their classmates to do these things—bark like a dog, slapped their faces, drink urine and eat shit, and strip their clothes and write. Moreover, they had done it more than once. It was a more commonly used punishment.

"There are eight types of punishment. Originally, each person would be randomly assigned two. Now that Bronte is dead, the three of you will be randomly assigned. After you are selected, the specific punishment requirements will be displayed on the big screen. Those who are not selected will have to help the person who is selected to carry out the punishment. Once all eight types of punishment are completed, the third key number will be obtained. Then, I will tell you the clue to the fourth key number. When that time comes, as long as you successfully find it, you will be able to leave safely. The entire game has a time limit of 20 minutes. Therefore, my suggestion is that each punishment you use should not exceed two minutes. Then, let us begin now!"

Following Jack's cold and hoarse voice, they heard a sound.

Beep beep beep!

The rapid sound of the timer rang out.

The 20-minute countdown began.

Just then, the screen flashed, and the first question appeared.

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Chapter 30: They All Wanted To Eat Sh*t

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Tongue Kiss: Chapman and Grant tongue-kiss for one minute and touch their lower bodies!

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When they suddenly saw this disgusting topic, they were stunned for a moment. Tens of millions of viewers were also unable to react in time.

"Judge, I'm convinced. You're forcing them to turn gay!"

"What a disgusting scene. Just thinking about that scene is terrifying. Should I watch it or not?"

"It's torture only if it's disgusting. I won't watch it if it's not disgusting!"

"Didn't the judge say that most of these were their ways of bullying their classmates? They might have forced their classmates to do it before. The streamer will use their own methods to torture them. I fully support it!"

"Right! I fully support it. It's just that the punishment feels too light! Will it torture them to death if this goes on?"

"Don't worry! There will definitely be more vicious games in the future!"

Chapman's heart was on the verge of collapse at this moment. He had indeed forced the other students to do this before, but he had not touched the lower part of their bodies. When he had been watching from the side, he had felt extremely disgusted. Who would have thought that it would be his turn that day?

Grant was also on the verge of collapse. He had kissed many women, but with men...just thinking about it made him want to vomit.

Chris, who had dodged the first question, said, "We don't have much time. Isn't it just a kiss? It's not like we haven't done it before. Just close your eyes and treat each other as women!"

"Get lost!"

"That's easy for you to say!"

Grant and Chapman were furious.

Beep beep beep beep.

Boom!

There was a sudden explosion, and the entire classroom shook.

"Ah!"

Chris's body trembled, and she directly sat down on the ground.

Chapman and Grant were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They looked up and saw that the bomb on the ceiling was still intact, and it was still counting down.

"Looks like the bomb in that room just now is about to blow up. Come on! I don't want to die here!" As Chapman spoke, he walked towards Grant. Grant also looked at Chapman.

'Those lips, that beard...Disgusting!' Grant thought.

"No, no! I can't do it!" Grant said.

"F*ck your mother! Do you think I want to do it? It's not up to us now. Even if I can't, I have to do it! I want to live! I don't care if you want to die!"Chapman said as he pulled Grant over. Then, he closed his eyes and kissed him.

Grant was almost forced. After their lips touched, they opened their lips and sucked their tongues. At the same time, their hands touched each other's lower bodies.

Disgusting! It was so disgusting!

"F*ck! I'm going to throw up!"

"I can't take it anymore! It's even more disgusting than I imagined!"

"F*ck! Take a closer look! The two of them seem to have a physiological reaction!"

"Looks like these two people really love each other! The judge even helped them!"

"Although this scene is really too disgusting, I support them coming out for the last time in their lives!"

In fact, Chapman was really disgusted. He had originally imagined Grant to be a woman, but the request to touch his lower body was constantly reminding him that Grant was a man and that Grant had shamelessly become hard. This made him even more disgusted.

Of course, Grant felt the same. He was disgusted, but it was a physiological reaction. As for why he became hard, their hearts were all very resistant!

Chris, on the other hand, was staring at them from the corner of the room.

"One minute is up!" Jack said.

Chapman pushed Grant away then turned around and vomited.

"Urgh...Urgh.."

At that moment, the second question appeared on the display.

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Slapping: Use a steel rod to hit Chris's left and right cheek ten times. The sound of the slapping should not be less than 60 decibels!

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At the same time, a decibels testing software appeared on the display.

Chris was stunned. She used to slap people 90 times in one go, but she used her hands. But now, to slap her, they were going to use a rod with a wire ball tied to it. That thing was placed on the table. It was thick and long. It was also covered with vertical steel wires. It was very dense, like a steel brush.

If this thing was thrown on the face, it would definitely turn into a bloody mess. There might not even be any skin or flesh left on the face after it would get hit by that. It would be completely disfigured!

"No! I don't want it!" Chris shrieked.

Chapman snorted, picked up the steel rod on the table, and said, "Grant, grab her!"

"Yes!" Grant said.

"Ah! No, no, no, no, no! I'm begging you! I don't want to be disfigured!" Chris then started crying.

Pa!

Chapman did not listen at all. His expression did not change at all. He swung the rod at Chris's left face. The steel wires directly pierced countless small holes on her smooth and tender face.

"74 decibels!"

Pa!

"68 decibels!"

Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

After nine slashes, Chris's cheek was covered in blood. Her skin and flesh had completely rotted away!

The first time hit created a small hole on her cheek. The second hit created another rotten hole. After a few times, it was like using a knife to chop meat. He swung the stick at it and stuck it directly onto it. When he took it off, he noticed that the broken skin and flesh stuck on the rod.

Pa!

"70 decibels!"

After the last knock, he looked at Chris's cheek. Pieces of minced meat were hanging on the rod. The middle was pierced through, and blood flowed continuously.

"Ah! Ah Ah! My face, my face! Ah!"

Chris screamed in pain. The bloody minced meat was still falling down piece by piece, and it was very uncomfortable to look at.

At this moment, the third task was displayed on the screen.

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Strip and write: Lift up Chris's shirt and carve the following words on her lower abdomen with a knife—whore, prostitute, bitch, sow.

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Meanwhile, Chris had yet to recover from her heartbreak when Chapman came over with the knife again. Chapman and Grant had a tacit understanding. Without speaking and by exchanging glances, Grant immediately pressed Chris onto the table. He lifted up her shirt, revealing her fair and flat abdomen.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"The mission is out. This time, it's still you. It's just a few words. It'll be done very soon!" After Chapman said that, the blade directly pierced into Chris's abdomen.

"Ah! Ah ah ah ahhhh!"

Chris screamed miserably. Her voice was hoarse.

"Ah! Ah! My daughter! You sons of b*tches! I'm going to kill you all! Ahhh!" Chris's father, Principal Godwin, roared in front of the computer. His lover had already fainted.

Soon, it was time for the fourth topic.

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Drink urine and eat feces: Use a plastic basin to receive urine and feces. After stirring, Let Grant drank it.

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Seeing this question, grant heaved a sigh of relief. A smile even appeared on his face.

"I'll drink! I'll drink!"

Shortly, it was time for task number five.

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Bark like a dog: Chapman kneels on the ground to bark like a dog. Add a clean plastic basin filled with feces and urine.

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Chapman also smiled after reading it.

"This is good, I'm just a dog, Woof woof woof!"

Looking at their tasks, Chris's mental state was extremely unbalanced.

"Why? Why am I not the one who drinks and eats feces? Why am I not the one who barks like a dog? Ahhh..."

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Chapter 31: Easy Stage 4

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Accomplishing the five tasks took eight minutes.

This was beyond Jack's expectations. In order to survive, these people were crazy.

He had to admit that he underestimated the degree of their perversion. He couldn't believe that at their age, they were already that perverted.

But it didn't matter. No one could escape the Death Inquisitor's sentence.

Time continued and the mission continued.

It was time for the sixth task.

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Nail extraction: Use a pair of pliers to pull out any of Chapman's fingernails.

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Chapman's face instantly tensed up. On the other hand, Chris's face was gloomy. When she spoke, her face was breathless.

"Are you going to do it yourself, or do you want us to help you?"

Chapman did not speak. His pair of eyes were extremely cold. He exuded a murderous aura.

Grant did not speak or move. He stood at the side with a dull expression.

"I didn't see you being so timid when you carved the words on my body and hit my face with a steel wire rod. Fine. My face is ruined anyway. I don't want to live anymore. If you don't want to do this mission, then don't. This is what you should do. It's not bad to die here," Chris spoke with a mocking tone.

"F*ck your mother. You can shut up now! I'll do it myself!" Chapman said as he walked over and picked up the pliers. He chose the little finger of his right hand. After all, the fingernail of the little finger was smaller, and his right hand was already crippled.

However, when he clamped on the fingernail, a chill made his entire body tremble.

He hesitated.

He did not want to experience the pain of his palm being skinned again.

Ten fingers were very sensitive.

That pain was probably even worse than what he had just experienced!

Cold sweat instantly flowed down his back.

Grant saw that Chapman was not making a move, but time was slipping by second by second. He was a little anxious.

"Chapman, why don't I help you?" Grant said.

Chapman looked at him with a look of trust and then handed the pliers to him.

"Come on!" Chapman stretched out his right hand.

Grant bit the front end of his fingernail with the mouth of the pliers, grabbed Chapman's arms from left and right, and held the pliers with his right hand. A heavy force was emitted from his arm.

"Ah!"

Chapman immediately cried out like a pig in a slaughterhouse, and tears kept falling down his face.

Grant completely ignored him and continued to exert force. The area under the fingernail was already stained with blood, and one could vaguely hear the sizzling sound of flesh and blood breaking and peeling off. Hearing it made one's skin crawl.

"F*ck. This is ruthless enough. It's like f*cking a bottle of vodka!"

"These two people seem to have a special rapport ever since they finished their tongue kiss. They are especially considerate and caring towards each other!"

"So, these two people have discovered their true love!"

"Indeed, there are psychological studies that show that when their lives are in danger, two people are most likely to fall in love!"

Chapman howled, and his bloody fingernails slowly separated from his flesh. Thick blood dripped from his fingernails.

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! I won't let you off! I'll make you pay for this!" Chapman roared.

His entire face was distorted from the pain, and he was trembling as he wept.

Then, the three of them looked at the big screen nervously. There were only two left. They nodded their heads and pressed the pushpins. No one wanted their names to appear.

The seventh task appeared.

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Pressing the pushpins: Press thirty pushpins on Grant's face to form the word 'bastard.'

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Clang!

Grant's heart trembled, and the pincers in his hands slid to the ground.

Chapman grinned bitterly and said, "Grant, there's no need for me to say anything more, right? Everyone is equally miserable. Accept your fate!"

"Come on Chapman, I can hold it in. We've endured through the most difficult moment, haven't we?" Grant's gaze became a little strange and excited.

"F*ck! The two of them really have a spark of love!"

"Are you saying sweet words? I'm about to be f*cking disgusted to death by you two! You two perverts! Go to hell!"

Hundreds of thousands of netizens were extremely disgusted. Even Chris, who was at the side, had a disgusted look on her face.

'The two of them have been turned gay?' Chris shook her head and felt like vomiting.

Actually, compared to pulling out nails and slapping people, pressing pushpins on Grant's face would be child's play. However, pressing them in one by one would still be very painful.

"Ah! Ah!" Grant grimaced in pain. His face twitched. Thirty thumbtacks formed a single word—bastard.

"There's only one left!" Chapman exhaled and looked at the big screen.

It was the eighth task.

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Hair nod: Ignite Chris's hair and burn it naturally. Do not burn it after cutting it off.

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Women loved two things: their face and their hair.

Chris was the type of person whose hair was more important than her own life.

If anyone touched her hair, she would risk her life just to save it!

"None of you should come over. You have already ruined my face. I forbid you to ruin my long hair!" Chris grabbed the fruit knife and waved it at Grant and Chapman.

Chapman snorted and said, "Chris, as long as we can get out of here alive, your face won't be a problem at all. It will definitely be cured, not to mention the hair. It can grow even longer after it's burned. But what if we die? Will we be able to come back to life?"

"But..." Chis's heart had actually collapsed a long time ago. When Chapman said that, she became even more confused.

Chapman walked forward and said, "If you do as I say, you won't be hurt. Your hair will just be burned. If you don't cooperate, you might even burn your face. So, for everyone's sake, you know what to do, right?"

"Wow." Chris put down her fruit knife and burst into tears again.

Chapman immediately walked towards her. Grant also came over with a lighter. Chapman then let Chris lie on the table and let her long hair fall down.

"Light it up!"

Clack!

Flames shot out, and her long hair was instantly ignited.

In an instant, it turned into a huge fireball and directly swallowed Chris's head.

"Ah!" Chris screamed. It felt like wax was dripping on her scalp. It felt like her entire head was being roasted and cooked.

In the blink of an eye, her beautiful long hair was burnt to a crisp by the fire, turning into a black bald head.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Applause rang out, and Jack's cold teasing voice rang out.

"Your questions were well done. Congratulations on passing the test. The third key number has been displayed!"

The three of them looked at the big screen.

They watched as the number "6" was flashed on the screen.

It was another 6, so they immediately filled it in.

"What about the fourth number?" Chapman hurriedly asked.

Jack laughed at this time, and then coldly said, "The last step is very simple. I have already typed the correct answer into the live broadcast room. At this moment, all the people watching the live broadcast know the answer."

As Jack spoke, a line of words appeared in the live broadcast room: The Fourth Key Number is 6.

"The fourth number is also 6. There are so many sixes. is the judge a devil?"

"And then? What does the judge want to do?"

"Yeah, what does the judge want to do? Have we been captured and sentenced to death? What are you telling us?"

Even the viewers were very confused.

Jack continued, "The television screen will soon be connected to the live broadcast. You can plead with all the people watching the live broadcast to tell you the correct answer. You have five minutes left. Let's begin now!"

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Chapter 32: Announcing the Answer To Everyone

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Meanwhile, Task Force Zero was busy.

Ross lit a cigarette and said, "This time, he actually allowed the prisoners to interact with the audience and even handed their lives back to the masses. This time, not only did he respond to the non-live broadcast news of our release, but he also gave us a tight slap in the face!"

Judy was still frantically typing on the keyboard, typing in sequence after sequence of commands.

"It seems like we're about to break through his firewall!"

"Great! Once we break through it, we'll announce the answer first! The three of them can't die!"

Ross was instantly energized. He clenched his fists tightly. After holding it in for so long and being humiliated again and again, he was already very eager to humiliate the judge.

"Understood!"

Pa!

Judy typed in the last command.

"Completed!"

"Conquered!"

But in the next scene, the smile on Judy's face froze.

They had indeed conquered the firewall of Jack's livestream room, but it was a trap. After conquering it, all the livestreams on the Internet were instantly copied and cloned by the death livestream room.

The page refreshed, and all the live broadcast rooms became death broadcast rooms!

"F*ck!" Judy, who was usually very polite, couldn't help but curse.

When her remaining pride was completely played with, Judy suddenly felt extremely helpless and vulnerable.

Ross gritted his teeth fiercely, and then gently patted Judy's shoulder.

At this moment, the big TV screen was connected to the live broadcast room, but the answer had been removed.

"You three scumbags, do you still want to live? Die there!"

"I'm telling you, the answer is four. Fill it in!"

"It's clearly eight. Look at how he's become like this! Do you still want him to die? Others have been tortured to this extent. Give him a chance to live, okay? Listen to me. It's eight."

"Yeah. After all, he's still a child. His ancestors are the future of the country. I can't just stand by and watch you destroy the future of our country. Believe me, it's 7. It's really 7! Big brother won't lie to you!"

"The judge said it was 2, but you actually lied to them. Even I almost believed you!"

"Son, I'm your father. I'm here to save you. It's 9. Quickly fill it in!"

"Grandson, I'm late. It's a 3, it's a 3, it's a 3. Fill it in and go home for dinner!"

"Hahahaha! The three of them look confused!"

"The judge's move is too ruthless, but I like it!"

At the same time, headmaster Godwin, Chapman's father Atlee, and Grant's father gathered all their strength and kept sending bullet messages.

"Son, the answer is 6. I'm your father!"

"Daughter, you must see it. It's 6!"

"When you were young, you were bitten by a dog and had three stitches on the back of your ear. I'm really your father. Fill in 6."

"Daughter, your quilt is pink. Your favorite perfume is Chanel No. 5. I'm your mother. The answer is 6!"

They posted the bullet comments crazily, but they mumbled about the IQ of the netizens.

"When you were young, you were bitten by a dog and had three stitches on the back of your ear. I'm really your father. Fill in 0."

"When you were young, you were bitten by a dog and had three stitches on the back of your ear. I'm really your father. Fill in 7."

"When you were young, you were bitten by a dog and had three stitches on the back of your ear. I'm really your father. Fill in 4."

"When you were young, you were bitten by a dog and had three stitches on the back of your ear. I'm really your father. Fill in the number 9."

Tens of thousands of bullet comments swarmed all over the screen. They were densely packed, layer after layer, and the numbers 0 to 9 appeared.

"F*ck! How do we choose a number!"

"F*ck! Which answer is the real one!"

"These bastards deliberately hid the real answer. They're trying to get us killed!"

All three of them were very confused. The future was looking dimmer at that point.

"I beg you. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'll go out and surrender immediately, I won't bully and hurt people anymore. Please tell me the answer. I don't want to die." Chris started to cry again.

With this, people became furious again.

"Aiya, look at how sad the little girl is crying. You guys have no compassion! Are your hearts made of stone? What right do you have to kill people? Trust me, little girl, the answer is 2."

"You idiot. You actually told her the answer. She was acting to deceive us! Do you understand? You big idiot!"

Chris was staring at the bullet screen. That bullet message was completely different from the others. It had gotten crazy on the bullet screen. Chris saw it immediately and was instantly excited.

"I saw it. I saw it. It's 2. The answer is 2!"

"Really?"

"How are you sure it's 2?"

"Someone just sent it. Someone even called him an idiot, so I deduced that the answer he gave must be the real answer!"

"That makes sense! It might really be 2!" Grant said.

Listening to their conversation, the audience all smashed their benches at home and slammed the table.

The viewers were really having fun.

"Wahahahaha! Their IQ is really too low. They're too stupid. I'm dying of laughter!"

"I'm laughing so hard that my stomach hurts. Don't they know that this world is full of tricks?"

"Honey, bring another bottle of beer over. These three little bastards are about to die."

However, at this moment, Grant's father, Principal Godwin, felt as if they were being tortured on their behalf. They were so anxious that they wanted to jump into the computer and give an answer.

"It's not 2, it's 6!"

"Don't put 2! Fill in 6!"

Of course, the bullet comments were cloned by the netizens again.

Chapman and the other two were at a loss again.

Chris suddenly widened her eyes and had a plan in her mind. She cursed loudly, "You bunch of b*stards. Son of a b*tch. Whoever gives me the wrong answer will be hit by a car and die. Your whole family will die! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Chapman rolled his eyes and started cursing as well.

"Whoever sends the wrong number. I curse you! Your children will die young. Your wives will be f*cked and raped every day, and their children will belong to others as well. They will be raising children for others for the rest of their lives!"

Seeing this, Grant did not stay idle and immediately joined in. The three of them cursed and cursed in all sorts of ways. It was as unpleasant as it could be, and they did not use the same words. However, during this process, their ugly faces were also exposed.

"They've been exposed. Scumbags, go and die!"

"F*ck! This is really an eye-opener. I've never heard so many curses in my entire life. This is really a learning experience!"

"I've seen it all. I will remember this. The next time you can't win against someone, take it out and read it!"

"Why do I feel like they have a conspiracy?"

Jack's face was becoming more serious. That Chris really had some tricks up her sleeve. However, hearing these extremely unpleasant and disgusting words, it had to be said that these curses had a new meaning to them.

But clearly, these three were cursed and would be tortured even more.

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