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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Chapter 33: The Triumph of Intelligence

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No one wanted to be cursed by someone who was about to die. No one wanted to give birth to a child who would die young. No one would want their wives to be fucked and raped. No one would want to get hit by a car. With their curses, a large number of the viewers really stopped fooling around.

However, no one sent any numbers, but they still sent bullet comments and directly started to curse at the three of them.

"F*ck your mother!"

"Your whole family will get hit by a car and die!"

"I curse you to be reincarnated as a mutated pig that will have sex every day!"

Although there were still a lot of bullet messages, among the pile of words, there were fewer people sending numbers. Their three families seized the opportunity and used all their members to crazily send the number 6 to the live broadcast room. However, even so, there were still a lot of numbers to choose from.

"F*ck! There are still a lot of numbers. How do we choose among all that?"

"You bunch of b*stards. Even if I die, you are still inferior people. You're as dirty as rats in the gutter!"

Chapman and Grant were extremely furious as they cursed.

Chris was staring at the screen, the corners of her mouth curling up into a smile. Suddenly, she burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Grant felt his heart turn cold from her laughter.

Chapman said, "Don't bother about her. She's already gone mad!"

"On the contrary! I know the answer!" Clarice said with a strange smile.

"What do you know! There are so many numbers! How could you possibly know?" Chapman retorted, thinking that she was only spouting nonsense because she had gotten crazy.

Chris said, "If I save you, how will you repay me?"

"If you can save me, I'll be your slave!" Grant said.

Chapman said, "If I don't die, I'll even marry you!"

Chris scoffed and said, "I was fooled by these b*stards and thought it was 2, but later I realized that there's a number that appears less frequently. When we started cursing, the frequency of this number appears higher instead. Think about it. Our parents must be watching the live broadcast right now. They won't harm us. They must be trying their best to tell us the correct answer, so this number is the answer!"

"That makes sense. What's that number?"

"Six!"

When Clarice said six, headmaster Godwin almost jumped up.

"Ahhh, my baby daughter is too smart! She's saved, she's saved!"

His lover, who had been staring blankly at the side, also cried out happily.

"That's great, that's great! Chris is amazing!"

Seeing this, the hundreds of thousands of netizens who were looking at their computers and phones were dumbfounded.

"F*ck! How did they figure that out!"

"We were actually deceived by them! This son of a b*tch actually deceived all of us!"

"It's over, it's over. Judge, you're going to fail this time. I'm so angry. Could it be that these three little bastards have escaped death just like that?"

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up into a cold smile.

"Interesting. They actually figured it out, but..."

At the same time, there was still a minute left in the countdown. Chris had filled in 6 for the last person, NS Chapman and Grant had also filled in 6.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Seconds passed, and they stood frozen, waiting for what was going to happen next. The sound of their heartbeats was audible.

"10,9,8,7,6,5..."

Seeing that the time was up, the three of them started to tremble. They started to speak to themselves and encouraged themselves.

"There's no mistake, there's no mistake..."

"Don't explode, don't explode, don't explode!"

"I beg God to bless me and to not let me die."

Beep!

When the countdown was 0, the beep sound turned into a long tone. The bomb did not explode.

"No explosion, no explosion! We won!"

They burst into laughter.

"Ah ah ah! This is great, this is great! We don't have to die!"

"But why can't this collar be opened?"

Seeing that there was no explosion, the netizens were greatly disappointed. Some people even sent bullet comments saying that these people would survive because of their strong connections and that the Death Judge deliberately went easy on them.

Jack glanced at the bullet comments and laughed coldly. "Congratulations. You guys have successfully found the fourth key number, 6. It's not what I had expected, but you still have to die!"

The three people who had just crawled back from the brink of death had just celebrated their survival. The joy of being able to live again was instantly thrown back to the cold hell when Jack spoke.

"How could this be? You're cheating! F*ck your mother! You son of a b*tch!"

"You said that the password was correct, so you let us go. You can't go back on your word. F*ck! Let me go!"

"Whether the password was correct or not, you really had no intention of letting us go. From the very beginning, you had already sentenced us to death, you liar!"

In a hoarse and cold voice, Jack answered, "Wrong. You are the stupid ones. Do you still remember what I said at the beginning? I said that in that classroom, you need to find two numbers and fill them in according to the correct steps of the game."

Pa!

Ross, who was watching the live broadcast, slapped his forehead. "F*ck! So he had set up a trap long ago. They should have turned off the machine before taking the key. The password should not be 6866, but 8666! He has fooled everyone again!"

Ross clenched his teeth in anger. This outcome was completely beyond everyone's imagination, but it was completely within the scope of their imagination. Moreover, the Death Judge had reminded them more than once.

This confidence!

This IQ!

It was invincible!

Judy, who had been ruined by the game, looked at the big screen in a daze and muttered, "We are not a match for the Death Judge at all! He is too strong!"

Just as Ross spoke, Jack spoke again. "I have also said that I am begging you to do the opposite. The correct step of the game is for each of you to sacrifice one finger. Then, you needed to close the barrel and then take out the key. This way, none of you would have died. However, you are too selfish. You love yourselves too much, and your stupidity and selfishness have caused your deaths! The correct answer is 8666!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the viewers were in an uproar.

"666!"

"Judge, you're too amazing!"

"At that time, I felt that something was wrong. So that's how it is! You're too smart!"

"Judge, Your IQ is 200! I'm convinced! I'm completely convinced!"

"I've never admired anyone in my life. This time, I really admire the judge!"

"As expected, no matter how powerful, no matter how lucky a person is, they can't escape the sentence of the judge! After this, I am completely in awe of the judge!"

When the three suspects heard this, their faces turned completely pale. Sweat the size of soybeans slid down their faces. Their first reaction was to change the password.

"It's useless. The password has just been locked! Now, the countdown is 60 seconds! Your death is coming!" Jack said.

Beep beep.

As soon as Jack finished speaking, the countdown began again. The countdown was now 60 seconds.

Seeing this, the three of them fell into complete despair. Only then did they realize what real fear felt like!

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Chapter 34: Four Kills Team Annihilated

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Beep beep beep beep!

The sound of the timer continued.

Death was approaching.

Death was near, and fear rose in each of the three students in the broadcast room.

Their bodies were drenched in cold sweat, and it was as if they had taken a cold bath. They had goosebumps all over their bodies.

"It's not like that! It's not like that! Dad, Mom, save me!"

"I'm still young. I don't want to die. Please let me go! I'll do anything!"

Chapman and Grant had pleading looks on their faces. The fear of death was written all over their faces.

Meanwhile, Chris was breathing heavily and greedily. Drops of cold sweat flowed into the rotten flesh on her cheeks, sending waves of numbing pain. She reached out to wipe it off and realized that her body was already covered in cold sweat. It was slippery.

Chris was suddenly stunned. She moved her hand down and pushed the collar on her neck up. The collar was stuck under her chin, leaving room for her to take it off.

If she wanted to take it off, the collar would have to be bigger or her head would have to be smaller.

After despair was madness.

"I won't die, I won't die. I want to go home." Chris suddenly shouted and ran to the table to pick up the steel wire rod that was still stained with blood.

Her next action stunned everyone.

They watched as she used the steel wire soul to fiercely scratch her chin.

Creak creak creak.

It was as if she was scraping her own flesh.

Her attacks were heavy and ruthless. In an instant, her flesh was a bloody mess. Pieces of human skin were scraped off, and the flesh inside was also scraped into a mess and rolled up.

"F*ck! This girl is crazy!"

"She's not crazy. She just doesn't want to die!"

The audience was shocked. Chapman and Grant, who were standing in front of Chris, were so scared that their legs went numb. The scene before their eyes was too bloody and terrifying. It was as if they were watching a horror movie. Her skin, flesh, and blood were falling down.

It was too disgusting!

"Chapman, she, she, she... What is she doing? Is she crazy?" Grant was so scared that he was stuttering.

"She wants to take off the collar!" After Chapman said that, he darted over and picked up the fruit knife on the table. Without blinking, he cut open the meat on his chin and then quickly cut the meat on it.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

His blood was like a pump that kept flowing out.

"I can't die either. I want to survive, I want to survive!" Chapman said as he crazily tore his flesh.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Pieces of bloody flesh were falling on the ground. In a short while, Chapman had finished cutting the flesh on his chin. He started to cut the flesh on his lower jaw like a butcher who was skilled in using a knife.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." Grant shouted and pulled hard on the collar on his neck. However, it was made of metal and did not budge at all. However, he could not cut his own flesh. It was too bloody and too cruel.

"I can't do it. I can't do it. Who can save me? Ah, ah, ah! Dad, Mom, I don't want to die!" Grant cried and shouted as his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

At this moment, there were still 20 seconds left in the countdown.

As each second passed, Grant's body trembled violently. The coldness on his back intensified. He felt that he had fallen into the ice cellar. A deep chill had invaded his bone marrow.

Sixty seconds became extremely long.

Sixty seconds became unbearable.

Grant felt that these sixty seconds were longer than the last sixteen years.

In the blink of an eye, it was the last ten seconds!

Ten, nine, eight...

Grant felt that time had suddenly sped up. A deep chill and suffocation all surged into his body, and all his nerves tensed up at this moment.

The sounds of life-threatening dripping were unbearable to Grant. His legs went weak several times, and he almost fell to his knees.

However, at this moment, there was a buzzing sound in his head. It was as if the weight on his shoulders had been pushed away, and his entire body felt relaxed.

"This guy was so scared that he peed!"

"Hahahaha! Today is your day too! Go to Hell!"

Feces and urine flowed down Grant's pants, into his shoes and socks, and then flowed to the ground beneath his feet. The stench spread rapidly.

Beep!

The ticking of the countdown suddenly turned into a long sound, and the countdown reached zero.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three explosions sounded at the same time.

Grant's neck was directly broken, and half of his head was lost in the explosion. Half of his mouth was gone, and then his head rolled onto the ground. His face and head were stained with feces and urine, looking terrifying and disgusting. It was as if a human head that had been rotting for many days had been fished out from a cesspit. One of his eyeballs had even popped out from the eye socket, hanging at the corner of the eye. It was a shocking sight.

Bang!

Grant's body swayed twice before falling to the ground.

But behind his body, two people were still standing there.

The next second, the camera switched.

Tens of millions of viewers were so scared that they almost peed their pants. A deep chill ran from the soles of their feet to their heads, and their bodies were covered in cold sweat.

"Oh my god! You scared me to death!"

"You didn't even say hello. This close-up is too scary. The judge wants to scare people to death!"

"I'm definitely going to have a nightmare tonight. First, I need to take a bottle of sleeping pills!"

"You guys keep watching. I'm having a heart attack. I want to go to the hospital. The judge is too ruthless!"

The viewers were all sweating. Even Ross was sweating. The huge visual impact disgusted him and made him feel horrible. His stomach churned, and he almost vomited.

Chapman and Chris appeared on the camera.

The two of them finally took off the collar on their necks.

When the bomb exploded, Grant's head fell to the ground on the spot, but the two of them survived.

But the price was too terrible and too bloody.

Chapman had cut off almost all the flesh on his face, leaving only white bones and fresh blood. At a glance, it looked like a bloody skull. However, this skull had two blood-red eyeballs that kept rotating. They looked like they would fall off at any moment.

Chris, who was at the side, was in an even worse situation. Her right eye had been cut off by a steel wire rod during the frenzied cutting process. At this moment, her eye sockets were dripping with blood. The rest of her mouth, nose, ears, and so on had been cut off. Even her flesh and bones had been scratched by the steel wire rod, making her look like a ghost.

"I really don't want to die!" Chris sobbed like a ghost. The sound was very strange, and then with a plop, she fell to the ground and died.

Chapman took a look, and his two rows of teeth separated. With an extremely terrified expression, he pulled out a half-smile and said, "I'm so scared, I'm really going to die this time."

Plop!

Chapman also fell to the ground, dead.

They were all dead!

Not a single survivor!

"F*ck!"

Ross punched the table fiercely.

All their dignity had faded.

It was a failure—a complete failure!

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Chapter 35: Public Opinion

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Ross was feeling extremely guilty and humiliated.

Meanwhile, Jack's voice sounded again.

"All right! Thank you for watching this death broadcast. That's all for today. Let's meet again next time!"

"Next time?" When Ross heard the last sentence, he felt extremely humiliated once again!

"Just you wait. I'll definitely catch you! I, Ross, will definitely let you receive the trial of the law!"

Closing the live broadcast room, notifications rang out one after another.

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Ding!

he design of this death trial has been successful.

The reward for this live broadcast is 4,780 dollars.

Evaluating the difficulty level of this death trial design...

Evaluation complete. The difficulty level of this death trial design is good.

You have obtained 900 death points. No new scenes have been obtained for this live broadcast.

—

Jack frowned. No new scenes had been opened. Although he was a little disappointed, the high commission this time was equivalent to a month's salary. Moreover, the evaluation level was high. His 900 death points could be exchanged for many things.

After the inventory was completed, Jack shut down the system.

Sitting alone in the security room, Jack expressed that the night shift was the most boring. There was nothing going on. He even stared outside with his big eyes.

But at the same time, he reminded Jack that there were many beautiful women there at night. All of them were tall and sexy, and they wore fashionable and avant-garde clothes. They were all very appealing to the eyes.

However, Jack was not interested at all.

So, he sat in the duty room and read a novel out of boredom.

In just a few minutes, however, his cell phone began to buzz non-stop.

News about the live broadcast of death flooded in.

It flooded the screen.

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"Four Kills Extraordinaire! The Death Judge Will Act Again!"

"The Sentenced Are All Minors! The Death Judge Is a Cold-Blooded Killer and a Bloodthirsty Judge!"

"High IQ Crime! Another Perfect Live Broadcast! Netizens Say That You Need High IQ To Watch the Live Broadcast of Death!

"Experts Say That in a Hundred Years, the Death Judge May Be Found by the Police!"

"The Police Say That the Winston High School Bullying Case Will Be Reopened for Investigation, and the Concrete Results Will Be Announced Soon!"

—

One article after another popped up on his feed. From all aspects and angles, the news editors used all their intelligence to write one article after another. Even the gossip columns published their own opinions about the broadcast.

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"The Death Inquisitor's Voice Is Deep and Magnetic. He Has Captured a Group of Female Fans!"

"The New York School Belle Has Confessed Her Love for the Judge of Death! She Has Expressed Her Willingness To Marry Him!"

"Be a Real Man! Seven Times in One Night! The Newest Brand of Condoms—Judge of Death! I'll Make You Scream All Night!"

—

Jack continued to read one by one. He could not help but admire the shameless merchants who came up with the condom advertisement.

"They are all quite brave. Aren't they afraid that I'll send them a death notice?"

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up slightly as he snorted coldly. To be honest, he hated these unscrupulous merchants because he had been cheated many times in the past.

However, for a condom advertisement like this, he wouldn't send a death notice.

However, there was a bottom line.

To him, 60 points of sin value was the bottom line.

It was worth mentioning that Kelly from Winston High School, who had been taught a lesson by Jack, had also watched this episode of the live broadcast of death. However, after watching it, her clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

She looked as if she had collapsed.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

After taking a few deep breaths, Kelly trembled and picked up her phone to make a call.

"Did you watch this episode of the live broadcast of death?"

"I...I watched it. Will we be arrested by the Death Inquisitor as well?"

The other party's voice was very shaky. Kelly could tell that he was very afraid. She was also afraid now.

"Don't worry about that. I want to buy something to apologize to Reyne and Carina. Are you coming?"

"I'll go, I'll go. I'll drive. I'll be there shortly."

It wasn't just them. After the death broadcast ended, a large group of students was terrified. They were campus bullies, and they were almost scared to death.

They couldn't help but ask themselves, 'Will I be the next one on the death broadcast?'

After four hours of investigation, at around 11:30 PM, the dilapidated Queens Elementary School was filled with cars.

Principal Godwin, Chief Bulworth, and Atley also drove over. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked like ghosts.

However, as the first crime scene, Ross had already ordered people to set up a cordon around the area. The police were fully armed, and no one was allowed to enter.

Atley and the others who were stopped were very angry, and they cursed angrily. "How many people have died? How long has it been? You can't even catch a Death Inquisitor! How can you call yourselves policemen? You bunch of useless trash!"

"Yes, it's your incompetence that caused the death of our child. Give me back my child, you bunch of useless policemen!"

"You are responsible for the death of our child. I even suspect that you are the accomplices of the Death Inquisitor. I request that a case be opened to investigate you!"

Ross and the rest heard it clearly from inside the room.

Willie was anxious when he heard these lines. They had not been idle all night. They were as tired as dogs, and now they were being scolded.

'Trash? You are f*king trash!' he thought.

"F*ck!" Willie cursed loudly.

"Where are you going!" Ross shouted sternly at Willie.

Willie said, "What else can I do? Can you pretend that you didn't hear me? I can't. I've run to so many places in one night and I am as tired as a dog. Now, I'm still being scolded. If I continue to be a coward and don't speak, I won't be able to do this job!"

"You can leave the Special Task Force if you want to! But if you're in the Special Task Force, then you have to obediently commit to it! I might be a coward, but I have the strength to deal with the Death Inquisitor, not the family members of the deceased!" Ross roared. He was also very angry.

Willie gritted his teeth. This was the first time he felt so aggrieved after being a police officer for so many years.

But in the end, Willie still did not step out of the threshold.

At one o'clock in the morning, the lights in the New York police station were still on, and all the police officers were working overtime.

Chief Superintendent Terrence's face was extremely pale.

He had just received a call from his superior, and he had been severely reprimanded.

Knock knock knock!

The door opened. Anthony glanced at Terrence and saw that his face was very gloomy. His eyes were filled with anger. He was so scared that he quickly lowered his head.

"Anthony! What's wrong with you! You've completely disgraced the face of our police department!"

"Yes yes yes..." Anthony's heart shrank. He did not even dare to say anything. Cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead and back.

Terrence roared in anger. "We held the press conference after two days. We were sure that the girl had committed suicide, but the Death Judge had broadcasted the truth. Not only did you blacken the face of the New York police, but you blackened the image of the entire country's police! You—"

As Terrence spoke, he grabbed the glass in his hand and threw it directly at Anthony's feet. There was a loud bang.

"Yes, it's all my fault. I was too careless." Anthony had nothing to say. This time, he was indeed careless and caused a big mistake. He was willing to accept any punishment.

Terrence exhaled. His tone softened a little. "You are still in charge of this case. Immediately investigate thoroughly and collect evidence. However, since things have come to this, you have to sacrifice yourself. After the results of the investigation are made public, you will have to resign. Do you understand?"

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Chapter 36: Choosing the Target

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"Yes!"

Anthony gritted his teeth. He did not blame the chief. He only blamed himself. He had made a wrong step. He did not expect that a small school bullying case would end his career. His nose was sore, and he felt a trace of sadness.

"Go!" Terrence waved his hand. There was also a trace of sadness and heartache in the depths of his heart. Anthony and Ross were his right-hand men, but the negative impact of this matter was too great. The media and the public were watching. Someone had to take the blame. Someone had to be the victim of this incident.

Sighing, Terrence got up and headed to Task Force Zero. He had placed all his hopes on them.

Seeing Terrence arrive, Ross and the others who were discussing the case got up.

Terrence looked at everyone with a tired face and said, "All right. Sit down. I only want the results now. Tell me, how is it going?"

This was the first time Ross had seen Terrence look so haggard and exhausted. He looked as if he had suddenly aged by more than ten years. He deeply understood that the death broadcast case had already weighed down the entire situation.

"We found out that one of the sentenced persons was found in the classroom this morning with a death notice. From the live broadcasts, we know that the Death Judge will send a death notice to all the sentenced people before the live broadcast. This is the first point! The second point is that the Death Judge is a super hacker. We have organized two attacks on the death broadcast room by the top hackers in the country, but both of them failed. We think that we can start again with the top hackers from the past few years. The third point, which we still haven't completely figured out, is the live broadcast itself. The Death Judge seems to have a very superb live broadcast method. He can switch between different angles and cameras to achieve a perfect live broadcast. Such a method is rare in the industry, and it is also a breakthrough. The fourth point is the scene of death. There are many suspicious points. According to our investigation, there is a certain difference between the scene of death last time and the scene in the last live broadcast. I once thought that the scene of death we found was not the first scene of death, but the clues from the trace detection at the scene do not support this claim. Therefore, I have a bold assumption. The Death Judge made a set for the livestreams, but he would remove and clean up the set after killing the suspects. If this is the case, then there must have been a truck passing by the scene of the crime during that period of time. This is also a breakthrough. Fifth, the money sent to him after the broadcast could not have evaporated. At first, we traced the funds that matched the amount of the money during this period, but there was no result. We suspected that it was transferred in batches, so we expanded the scope. During this period, those with funds were included in the scope of the investigation. In addition to those, we were thinking that if we continue to passively investigate, we might as well take the initiative to attack. The police will provide protection to those who receive death notices and seize the opportunity to capture the Death Inquisitor!"

After Terrence heard this, he nodded his head in satisfaction.

He had a feeling that the Death Inquisitor was about to expose himself.

The Empire State Building became less noisy in the second half of the night.

Only a few tall women with heavy makeup were left walking in and out.

Needless to say, these women were all working in the nearby hotel.

According to his colleagues, he needed 800 RMB for fast food and 5,000 RMB for an overnight stay.

Jack remembered that at their place, fast food was only 100 RMB, and an overnight stay was only 700-800 RMB.

Jack didn't think much about it. At this time, his phone rang, and two push messages were sent to his phone.

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"Four victims' families have raised tens of millions of dollars, and a bounty has been placed on the Death Judge's head!"

"The police have reminded us that the Death Judge will still commit crimes. Anyone who receives a death notice must contact the police in a timely manner."

—

After opening the messages one by one, Jack's lips curled into a deep sneer.

He could already smell the scent of his prey.

"You want me to crawl into my pocket? Then you guys should give it a try," Jack murmured.

Jack snapped his fingers and brought up the system page. Then, he clicked on the live broadcast scenarios. After searching for a while, Jack's gaze fell on something: "Death is coming."

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Death is coming: predict the actions of the tortured person for a period of time, and through filtering the details, modify the details to complete the process of death. The difficulty level is high.

—

Jack smiled coldly. If he used this scene, it would be a devastating blow to the police!

However, wasn't this the effect he wanted?

The next second, an arrogant expression bloomed on Jack's face.

Meanwhile, in a private villa in Manhattan, New York, a few people were smoking. Their faces were extremely solemn. Smoke floated in the large living room, and the ashtrays were filled with cigarette butts.

"Big Brother Marcellus, Chapman, and Chris are all dead. The Death Inquisitor won't come after us, right?" A bald man said as he put out his cigarette and looked at the man in front of him with a worried and terrified expression.

Marcellus was not very old. He looked to be in his thirties. His skin was a little dark, but he looked very strong. His eyes were very sharp. At this moment, he held a cigarette in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, his gloomy gaze made everyone present feel a chill.

"Are you afraid?" Marcellus said coldly as he glanced at the bald man from the corner of his eyes.

The bald man's body trembled slightly and cold sweat dripped down his back. He suddenly remembered that last month, the police had carried out a fierce surprise inspection. One of his underlings was a little afraid, so Marcellus asked the same question. That underling nodded, and the next second, Marcellus directly cut that underling's throat.

Marcellus knew that such underlings would betray them sooner or later.

Later, that person's body was sunk to the bottom of the river.

"I'm not afraid! I'm just worried about Big Brother Marcellus!"

Marcellus was silent for three seconds, and then he coldly snorted, "Death Judge? Just a coward hiding behind the scenes. I, Marcellus, am not a coward like him. It's fine if he doesn't come, but if he dares to come, I won't let him go back alive!"

"Big Brother Marcellus is right. Why are we afraid of him! However, the police have already re-opened the case to investigate Chapman and the others. I am afraid that we will be exposed. Do you want to hide for a few days first?"

"Aren't you overestimating the police? Moreover, they are now attracted by the Death Inquisitor's full attention. How would they have the energy to investigate us? Just wait it out and see. They will definitely not open an investigation. They will only investigate students if they bully or kill their classmates."

Marcellus smiled and said, "You are right. Now they are thinking about how to regain their dignity. Hmph. These stupid guys!"

"Then Marcellus, after losing Chapman and the others, are we going to develop a new trade offline?"

"There is no hurry. Focus on pushing blue ice. That thing has high profits, is highly toxic, and is highly addictive. Once they become addicted to it, push it hard, especially to those high school and university students. They don't know fear and have a lot of money. Do you understand?" Marcellus said coldly.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Are you here to pick up the goods?" Marcellus asked when he heard the voice.

"Big Brother...Big Brother Marcellus, there's a death notice!"

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Chapter 37: The Terrifying Wait

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At this moment, another person's cell phone suddenly rang.

Beep beep beep.

After everyone heard the notification sound, the room suddenly became quiet. It was so quiet that everyone's breathing and heartbeats had become audible. No one dared to speak, and no one dared to take out their cell phones to read their messages.

Everyone wore frozen expressions on their faces.

Finally, after the silence, someone could not hold it in anymore. He took out his phone and looked at the messages.

"Death Notice!"

"What? What did you receive?"

"What did you receive?"

"I. . . Death Notice."

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"F*ck! Are We being targeted?"

"Could someone be pranking us? Didn't they say that the Death Notice was a card? Why has the Death Judge suddenly started texting?"

"Yeah, it must be fake. Someone must be messing with us!"

"Once I found out who it is, I'll definitely kill him!"

Despite saying that, they were still very nervous, afraid, and terrified.

Marcellus, who had been silent the entire time, had a dark expression on his face. He looked extremely ugly as he slammed his phone onto the table.

He had received a short eye-catching message:

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Death Notice!

Subject: Marcellus

Crimes: drug trafficking, kidnapping, detention, rape, murder

Execution Date: April 21, 2021

Executor: Death Judge

—

Marcellus glanced at it coldly and snorted disdainfully.

"Those who are not afraid of death, feel free to come."

It was seven in the morning.

The Empire State Building started to become noisy.

Groups of white-collar workers swarmed in. Everyone greeted and chatted with each other. They were all in a good mood.

"Hey, did you watch the death broadcast yesterday?"

"I had to watch it. I can watch anything now, but I just have to watch the death broadcast!"

"Me too! But my girlfriend doesn't dare to watch it. She says it's too scary and too bloody, but last night's episode scared me so much that my heart hurt!"

Everyone was talking about the broadcast. They were all very excited about it.

Jack listened to them for a while and sat there with a normal expression, as if this had nothing to do with him. Then, he yawned lazily.

Soon, his colleagues came. After a short conversation with them, Jack left.

"Hey, handsome!" Jack frowned. It was Ayesha's voice.

"You didn't expect this, did you?" Ayesha ran to Jack and raised her exquisite little face to ask.

Today, Ayesha was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a loose white hoodie. It tightened and loosened, perfectly displaying her petite and slender figure. She was very beautiful!

Jack glanced at her and coldly said, "You're really annoying! I see you everywhere!"

Ayesha pouted angrily and said, "Who told you to be so handsome and so cool? Let me guess. Are you working at the Empire State Building?"

"Take your time and guess. I'm going to eat!" Jack said as he turned to leave.

"Hey, don't go. I haven't eaten either. Let's eat together. It's my treat. I still owe you fifty yuan." Ayesha quickly caught up to Jack.

Jack entered a fast-food restaurant. Aisha followed closely behind him. He was a super-handsome man and she was a super-beautiful girl. When they walked inside, hundreds of people turned their heads.

Jack walked straight to the ordering area. He had been to that restaurant more than once. He knew all the locations very well. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still complete the ordering process.

Rib-eye steak, a cup of black coffee, and a sandwich—this was Jack's breakfast.

Aisha only ordered a sandwich, which cost 42 yuan in total.

"This meal is on you, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore. From today on, don't bother me anymore. Understand?" Jack said.

Aisha snorted and said, "What do you mean? I still owe you eight dollars. Besides, we are not just exchanging benefits, right?"

"What else? Do you want to have physical contact?" Jack said.

Aisha's little face suddenly turned red, and her big watery eyes avoided Jack's bright gaze.

Jack deliberately said that to make her back off and stop coming up to him. Seeing that she was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say, he said, "Eat quickly, then go back to school and study hard. Get into a good university and stop following me."

Aisha rolled her eyes resentfully.

After breakfast, Jack took out a fifty-dollar bill from his wallet. "Take a taxi to school, or you'll be late!"

He turned his back and left.

When Aisha had returned to her senses, Jack had already left the restaurant.

"Thank you!" Aisha picked up the bill and left with a smile on her face.

Meanwhile, Marcellus and the others had not slept for the whole night. They smoked silently until dawn. Seeing that it was already daytime outside, they heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed their tense nerves.

Marcellus glanced at everyone and coldly said, "Useless thing!"

The bald man suddenly shouted, "Big Brother! We were all wrong!"

Marcellus's body shook. "What's wrong?"

"Big Brother Marcellus, look. It's stated here that the time and date of execution is on the 21st. Today is only the 17th!" The bald man turned the phone around for Marcellus to see.

Marcellus flew up and kicked him to the ground.

"F*ck you! Do you want to die by shouting so loudly? I don't care when he comes. I'm not afraid!" Marcellus cursed angrily, his heart beating wildly.

"Yes! Yes, Big Brother Marcellus! I was wrong." The bald man's face was dull. He got up, bent his body, and retreated to the side.

Everyone took out their Death Notices and read carefully. It was indeed the 21st. There were still a few days left. In the beginning, they had simply ignored it. They only thought about whether it was true or not. They had been nervous the whole night. However, what about the 21st? Would they really die then?

No one knew the answer.

Their fear of death did not disappear. Instead, it was postponed. Their painful waiting had to be prolonged.

As to why they had received the Death Notice in advance, they weren't sure. They had to wait until the 21st to know if they would be executed.

Jack wanted to torture them mentally before the live broadcast, so he sent their Death Notices ahead of schedule. He wanted them to understand that they would die in a few days and that they could not do anything about it. This would make them paranoid, and they would end up being terrified of their surroundings and being wary of everyone and everything around them. It was a different kind of mental torture.

The second reason was the Grim Reaper. It was quite a difficult execution, especially since there were many subjects. He needed to carefully plan every detail—how each person would die, technically—and then add variables. Changing things up and relying on the law of things to influence the outcome was a very big project. It was not something that could be completed in a few hours.

For both of these reasons, Jack finally set the date for the 21st.

Four days passed quickly.

Soon, the clock hit 12 AM. A new day arrived.

It was April 21, 2021.

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Chapter 38: Live Broadcast in the Early Hours of the Morning

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It was one minute past twelve.

Jack let out a maniacal sneer. Marcellus and the other ten people had already been captured by his surveillance system's camera. The preparations for the live broadcast had already been completed.

"Then, let's begin!" Shortly, the broadcast popped up on all the major live broadcast platforms on the Internet.

There had been no death broadcast for many days, and viewers have been somewhat sad about it.

Today, as usual, a large audience had been waiting anxiously for a death livestream to start. However, by around 11 o'clock, everyone left the live broadcast believing that nothing would happen that night.

However, at this moment, the live broadcast of death started without any warning. Just like before, the live broadcast room instantly attracted hundreds of thousands of audience members.

"Ahhhh, am I seeing things? The live broadcast of death has started!"

"It's really the death broadcast room! Quickly inform everyone! There's going to be a good show today!"

"I've been waiting for a few days! It's finally starting. What kind of criminal is it today?"

"Who cares about the criminal? As long as the execution is exciting and bloody enough, I'll be satisfied!"

The live broadcast was a treat to many people. The 500 viewers felt like they had won the lottery. It was a late-night surprise.

Meanwhile, it was also Enid and Walker's wedding day. After sending off their family and friends, they entered a world of their own.

Before the wedding, they were very traditional. They had not booked a room before the wedding, so that night, the two of them were very excited. When the two of them were facing each other naked, Enid blushed shyly, and her breathing became hot.

Looking at his wife's smooth and fair body, Walker's body became hot, and he directly pounced on her.

"Ah!"

"Be gentle!"

"Oh!" Walker let out a comfortable sound.

Enid's body melted instantly. She felt like there was a bug in her body biting her, so her long legs hooked onto Walker's waist and clamped tightly.

At that moment, Walker's phone rang. "What's wrong, Albert? Are you calling me at this time? Are you doing this on purpose? You're done. How dare you disturb me!"

"What are you talking about? The Death Inquisitor has started broadcasting!"

"What? The Death Inquisitor has started broadcasting? Are you for real? Albert, thank you. You're my brother. I'll treat you to a big meal tomorrow. Order whatever you want!" Walker said as he burst into laughter.

When Enid heard this, her eyes widened. She kicked Walker with her long legs. Walker cooperatively stepped back, and the two of them separated.

"Hurry, hurry, open the live broadcast room!" Enid urged.

"Right away, right away..."

Just like that, one sent a message to the other. In less than a minute, the number of online viewers in the death broadcast room broke through from hundreds of thousands to five million!

At that point, the broadcast room flashed the names of the ten criminals.

—

Marcellus: Known as "Brother." Crimes are drug trafficking, kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, and murder of eight people.

Post: Crimes are drug trafficking, kidnapping, imprisonment, and murder of five people.

Dafasi: Crimes are drug trafficking, kidnapping, imprisonment, and murder of two people.

Pokan: Crimes are drug trafficking, imprisonment, and murder of four people.

Bentham: Known as "Baldy." Crimes are drug trafficking, imprisonment, and murder of one person.

Mona Lynn: Nicknamed "Sister." Crimes are drug trafficking, imprisonment, and murder of two people.

Zellman: Crimes are drug trafficking, rape, and murder of three people.

Hitler: Crimes are drug trafficking, rape, and murder of two people.

Grimm: Crimes are drug trafficking, rape, and murder of two people.

Sven: Crimes are drug trafficking, imprisonment, and murder of three people.

—

In addition, in front of these names, there were positive photos of each of them. Their faces were shown to the audience. After the audience finished watching, they were all very angry. How many people had died because of these people? None of these animals deserved to live!

"F*ck! So many innocent lives! I'm so angry!"

"Don't say anything else. Just one sentence. Hurry up and die!"

"Another group of scumbags who have poisoned society. I beg the judge to punish them. Behead them all!"

"The criminals in the judge's live broadcast room are committing more and more serious crimes!"

"I really don't know where the judge caught them. So many criminals! Where are the police? Where are the police of New York City? What are they doing? Why are there so many criminals evading the law!"

"They're still talking about the police? They're all a bunch of trash. They're using the taxes we paid. The criminals have all been caught by the judge. Why don't we just give the taxes to the judge?"

The anger of the audience could not be appeased. It was too terrifying and too brutal. They simply could not believe that there was such an executioner in New York City, the wealthiest city in the United States. It was disgusting and terrifying.

When the live broadcast room appeared again, Task Force Zero also took action.

It was worth mentioning that after a few days of investigation, Ross had concluded that there was no substantial progress on the five points. The task force was once again in a passive position.

There was another thing. In Linda's case, Anthony re-opened the investigation, held a new press conference, apologized to the public, and resigned. However, he left the Special Operations Bureau, but Ross applied to join Task Force Zero, not as a criminal police officer but as a consultant. For Anthony, he was considered lucky to have escaped unscathed.

Everyone quickly came to the meeting room. Ross looked at the big screen and frowned.

"Ten people? Why so many? Didn't you see our statement? None of these ten people actually called the police for protection?"

Monica said, "Look at the crimes of these ten people. If they are true, they can be sentenced to death several times. If they call the police, they will die. They might as well fight with the Death Judge!"

"These people have long caught the attention of the police. Marcellus is a gang leader, and they sell drugs to students. Chapman and the others were their subordinates. I didn't mention it at the press conference because I was afraid of alerting them. If the Death Judge hadn't broadcast this, they would also have been caught very soon anyway," Anthony said.

Willie widened his eyes and said, "Does that mean that these crimes are real?"

"Yes, most probably," Anthony said.

"F*ck! These people really deserve to die!" Willie said as he clenched his fists.

Bowman said darkly, "I don't know how the Death Inquisitor plans to play this time. I hope he doesn't play the corpse badly this time."

"Ten people. It's considered a large-scale multiplayer game. It's definitely an enclosed space with all kinds of traps! That's his forte!" Monica said.

Ross's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at Anthony and said, "Do we have detailed information about Marcellus and the others?"

"Yes! Oh right. We still have informants watching them!"

Ross could not suppress the excitement in his heart when he heard that.

As long as the informant was not exposed, once the Death Inquisitor got close to Marcellus and the others, he would definitely be exposed to the informant.

Ross instantly had a feeling that he was infinitely close to the answer.

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Chapter 39: Wandering Killer

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A few minutes later, the crime announcement ended. Then, the screen flashed, and a villa appeared. A few people were sitting on leather couches and looking at their phones.

However, at this moment, their expressions froze.

"F*ck! Big Brother, how did we enter the live broadcast room?"

"Could it be that he hacked into our cameras? That's not right. There are no cameras in this living room."

"What the hell is going on? F*ck!"

"Come out if you're so brazen. Why are you hiding in the sewer like a rat!"

They started to panic. A sense of fear instantly surged into their hearts. Those past few days had been extremely torturous for them. They were feeling very tense. They could hardly withstand any stimulation.

Suddenly, Jack's cold voice rang out. "Hello, everyone. I am your host, the Death Judge. Welcome to today's execution livestream. The identities of the people in today's broadcast have already been revealed in the beginning. This game is very simple. This livestream will run for 24 hours. During the livestream, I will create all sorts of accidents for you to walk towards death. What you have to do is to avoid death and persevere for 24 hours. After 24 hours, the game will end. If everyone dies within 24 hours, then the livestream will end. Also, let me give you a hint. When the police re-opened the case to investigate Linda's death, you had already entered the police's line of sight. Now, you have two choices. One is to wait for the police to come and arrest you and protect you, and the other is to immediately keep running. But I want to remind you that no matter where you run to, death will follow you. He will find you unintentionally! Now, let's start the game!"

As soon as Jack finished speaking, the bullet screen started to scroll crazily.

"I'm sorry. My IQ is too low. I don't really understand the rules of the game! Do you have any high-IQ explanations?"

"I don't quite understand either. I feel like the judge is going to go on stage personally this time!"

"'Death will follow you.' This sentence should be the main point, right?"

"The main point is clearly that this live broadcast will last for 24 hours. I won't go to work tomorrow and will watch the live broadcast all day! It's too enjoyable!"

"Right, right, right. I won't go to school tomorrow. This time, I can finally watch enough in one go!"

"F*ck! I won't go to work tomorrow. If I miss work, they can deduct my salary then. No matter what, I have to watch the live broadcast!"

At the same time, Ross and the others were also stunned. They did not understand what was going on at all.

"He changed the way he played the game...from a fixed location to a wandering crime, from an ambush to a stalker!" Monica took a deep breath and said, "He leveled-up!"

Hart nodded and said, "The crime scene changed from a closed to an open one. The clues we had are useless now. From this point of view, it has just become more difficult to solve the case!"

"Yes, the external environment is a huge factor. However, with me around, we'll be able to solve this!" Bowman said very confidently.

At that moment, Ross knew that his previous perfect assumption had been broken. He felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

However, he noticed one thing. The Death Judge seemed to know the direction of the police's investigation and the progress of the investigation. He seemed to know all the details. What did this mean?

'It seems that we have to re-examine our own personnel!'

This thought flashed through Ross's mind, then, he thought of something and said, "Does he want to kill them one by one? Close combat or long-range shooting? But no matter what, his upgrade this time will leave more clues for us. He has slowly walked out of the shadows."

Monica said, "You can say that, but the stalkers are the most dangerous type of serial killers. They will only attack at the right time. They are like ghosts."

Ross gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he is really a ghost, I will catch him!"

Willie said, "Sir, give the order!"

Meanwhile, at the villa, everyone was looking at Marcellus.

Marcellus looked around the living room and then at the live broadcast. He felt that there was a hidden camera somewhere. This villa had been set up by the enemy, and it was too unsafe to continue staying there. Moreover, the police might come at any time.

"We can't stay here any longer. Pack your things, and we'll leave this place immediately!"

"Yes!"

Everyone immediately took action.

Then, the live broadcast room automatically turned into separate scenes, showing everyone who was acting alone.

Bentham didn't move for a long time. He didn't want to leave. He had been thinking about what the judge said about death following them and finding them unintentionally. He thought that if he rushed too much, he would die faster.

"Baldy, don't you have anything to pack? We are really leaving this time, and we won't come back," Marcellus said coldly, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Yes... yes..."

Bentham was so scared that he hurriedly got up, and as he did, his knee hit the coffee table. With a bang, the cup on the table fell, and the water in it flowed out, washing a signature pen on the table onto the floor and then rolling to the side.

"Sorry, Brother Marcellus." Bentham quickly helped clean up the cup. It was Marcellus's cup.

"Why do you care about that? Hurry up and pack your things!"

"Yes!"

Bentham turned around and was about to go upstairs when he stepped on the signature pen. His foot slipped and he lost his balance.

"Ah!"

Bentham shouted and knocked his entire body against the corner of the coffee table. Just as his head was about to hit it, Marcellus kicked the coffee table at the most critical moment. With a bang, a piece of the coffee table fell. However, the entire coffee table moved a dozen centimeters to the left. With a thump, Bentham fell heavily to the floor.

Hiss!

Bentham took a deep breath.

If his head was hit, he would have died. He might even have ended up with a big hole in his skull.

"F*ck! Who threw the pen on the ground? Are you trying to kill me?"

Bentham stood up and kicked the pen. The pen flew out and hit the foot of the sofa. Then, it bounced back. After a few rounds, it stopped on the right side of the coffee table. It was together with the broken corner of the coffee table!

"What!"

"Exactly. It's okay if you don't die from the fall and break your face. It's such a pity!"

The audience looked regretful. The people in the broadcast were very fast. They finished it in two or three minutes. Bentham was the last one left. They didn't know why he was so slow.

Marcellus looked at Bentham, who was heading downstairs, and said, "Baldy, do you not want to leave?"

"Of course I want to leave. Let's go together."

Bentham immediately quickened his pace and jogged over. Marcellus snorted coldly.

"Go!"

As soon as he said that, Bentham suddenly let out an "Ah."

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Chapter 40: Accurate Calculation

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Bentham's feet slipped. He lost his balance and fell forward. Bentham's eyes narrowed, and his head went straight for the broken coffee table. The corner of the coffee table had just been kicked to pieces by Marcellus. The sharp glass was like a sharp steel knife waiting for him.

"F*ck!"

Bentham's face was filled with despair.

Puchi!

The sharp glass pierced directly into Bentham's left eye. Blood splattered out, and the eyeball of his left eye was squeezed out. Blood was dripping at the corner of his eye.

"F*ck."

Bentham opened his mouth, and a stream of thick blood flowed out. His body moved slightly, and then a stream of turbid urine flowed out of his pants.

No one had expected it!

Bentham had died just like that.

Marcellus and the others were completely dumbfounded.

The audience members in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

"He died just like that?"

"I thought I was wrong! I didn't think he was going to die!"

"Oh my god. I was a little afraid when I saw it. It's not that I was afraid of him dying, but the cause of death was too terrifying. He actually slipped and fell twice? The first time became the foreshadowing for the second time!"

"This is so weird. That signature pen actually made a great contribution. I'm also a little scared watching this!"

"No matter what, he's dead anyway!"

Ross closed the live broadcast bullet screen and frowned. He also sensed something strange. Could it be a coincidence? Could it be that he deserved to die?

At this moment, Jack's cold and deep voice sounded. "Bentham is out! Please pick up the pen on the ground and open it!"

Marcellus and the others looked at the pen on the ground in unison, as if they were looking at a monster. Their faces were filled with fear.

"Dafasi, you go!" Marcellus said.

Dafasi nodded, but he approached very carefully. Their serious and frightened looks instantly made the audience laugh.

"Is this really a triad? They're so scared because of a pen?"

"This pen really stole the spotlight. Hahahahaha!"

Dafasi picked up the pen and carefully twisted it open. He found a piece of paper inside, so he pulled it out and unfolded it.

—

The first person to be tortured, death is right beside you.

—Death Judge.

—

Seeing this note, the bullet comments went wild again.

"So the pen was just a preliminary punishment!"

"This pen was personally placed by the judge? That's amazing!"

"Why? What happened? I don't understand. Someone please explain!"

"Let me put it this way. Without that pen, nothing would have happened. But with this pen, Bentham is dead. It's that simple!"

"The Death Inquisitor is too powerful. Are these acts really done by a human?"

This pen belonged to the Death Inquisitor! Dafasi stood frozen as he realized this, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.

The one who was even more terrified was actually Marcellus. He was also involved in Bentham's death! If he had not kicked the coffee table away, Bentham would have smashed his head. But because he had done so, he was dead!

This wasn't logical.

This was completely illogical.

It was all too strange!

Could the Death Inquisitor predict the future?

Marcellus was so confused. There were so many thoughts in his head, and he couldn't explain them. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. He thought that he wouldn't be afraid, but now, after seeing what the Death Inquisitor could do, he realized that he had broken down.

The opponent was too terrifying.

Meanwhile, Ross's eyebrows sank even deeper.

Just now, he had speculations about how the Death Judge was doing all these stunts.

Now, he could be sure that there was no coincidence at all. Everything was premeditated.

Ross shook his head.

It did not make sense. How could he know that Bentham would definitely knock over the cup and then put a signature pen in the direction of the current? How did he know that it would be washed down by the water? Why did their actions seem to have been designed by the Death Judge?

The corner of Judy's mouth twitched slightly. The previous incident had dealt a huge blow to her. She had been in a very bad mood for the past few days, and she had not said a single word that night.

"Did you know? Scientists once said that when a human's brain usage rate reaches 30%, one would be able to see through the laws of things. From there, one would be able to see through the changes in the situation and predict the outcome."

"Has this theory been proven scientifically?"

"No, it's just a hypothesis at the moment, but—"

"All right, stop talking. You just need to keep an eye on where the money in the broadcast room has gone!" Ross said. He did not believe that such a person existed, and he would not allow such a person to exist in New York City.

Bentham's death had undoubtedly cast a shadow over the hearts of Marcellus and his other companions.

"Death is right beside us..." Marcellus repeated this sentence. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. "F*ck! Check your bags. Check your things. Make sure you aren't carrying anything that doesn't belong to you!"

His companions understood what he meant. They immediately checked their bags, but they realized that other than the pen, everything else belonged to them.

"All right, let's go!"

Marcellus waved his hand, and everyone went out of the villa.

"Check the cars! Quick!" Marcellus ordered. The Death Inquisitor could have put the pen on the coffee table in the living room, and no one had seen him before, so he might have set up a trap in the car.

They checked the three cars inside and out, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Marcellus took out a pistol from his waist and said, "Everyone, split up. Post, Pokan, and Mona Lynn, you will follow me in a car. Now, check your equipment. If you are blocked by the police, remember to save the last bullet for yourself!"

"Yes!"

Crack crack crack!

The nine of them were in two cars, and the engine roared.

"Brother, something's wrong. This live broadcast—"

Marcellus said, "I've already seen it. It's hard to explain!"

"Could he have hacked into our phones and used the camera of our phones?" Mona Lynn covered the camera with her hand as she spoke, but the live broadcast was still perfect.

"It's no use. I've already tried. Unless there's a hidden camera in this car, a ghost must be behind this!" Marcellus said.

"What do we do now? The police must be watching the live broadcast too!"

"Let's watch it. If we don't go there, they won't be able to find us. Now, everyone, switch your phones to flight mode. After 24 hours, the live broadcast will be over, and everything will be over," Marcellus said.

"What about Zellman and the others?"

"They know what to do!"

At this time, in another car, Zellman was driving while lowering the car window. Then, he reached out his hand to avoid the camera lens that was nowhere to be seen. Then, he opened a piece of paper that Zielman had given him.

"Turn off all your phones. After 24 hours, gather at the same place!"

After reading the note, Zellman tore it a few times and tossed it as it was blown away by the wind.

"Zellman, where are we going now?"

"Don't ask any questions. Turn off all your cell phones now!" Zellman said.

"Oh..."

Seeing that everyone was on the road, Jack took his wallet and went out.

After calling a taxi, Jack sat in the passenger seat and said, "Take the Fifth Avenue to the city hospital. Thank you."

The driver looked at Jack and asked, "Are you not feeling well?" He found it a little strange that he would ask to take the long route when he was sick.

Jack nodded and said, "It's all right. It's just that my stomach hurts a little. Don't drive too fast."

"Okay! Okay! I'll drive steadily!"

The old driver went on his way.

As the car was passing the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 59th Street, Jack casually took out a cigarette and threw away the empty cigarette case.

"May I smoke?" Jack asked.

"Go ahead. It's okay."

Jack lit a cigarette and put his right hand out of the window. There was a steel ball the size of a peanut between his little finger.

After taking a few puffs, Jack flicked the ash off the cigarette and released his little finger. The steel ball fell to the ground and rolled back.

The steel ball rolled all the way to the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 59th Street. At this time, the cigarette case that Jack threw was blown by the wind and moved to the side. At this time, the steel ball just rushed into the cigarette case. Because it rolled all the way down, it was very fast, and the cigarette case slid on the ground.

When the cigarette case slid to the middle of the road, a black car from the west turned left and drove past it. It happened to press on the bottom edge of the cigarette case.

With a puff, the cigarette case was pressed. The steel ball inside was pressed to one-third of its original size. As a result, it shot out at an extremely high speed toward the northwest, like a marble shot from a gun.

At this time, a black SUV from the north turned right.

Bang!

The window was half open, and the ball of steel hit the driver's temple. The driver was Zellman.

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Chapter 41: The Assist of the Streetlight Pole

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"Ah!"

Zellman let out a blood-curdling scream, startling the audience who were staring at the live broadcast room.

Immediately after, Zellman suddenly turned the steering wheel fiercely. The SUV lost control and sped on the road, directly rushing to the roadbed.

Bang!

The SUV hit the streetlight pole. Unexpectedly, the streetlight pole was even sturdier than the SUV. The entire front of the car had a big hole in the middle.

The huge impact sent Hitler, who was sitting in the passenger seat without his seatbelt, flying. His head hit the windshield, and a big hole appeared in the windshield. His entire head was embedded in the windshield, and his face was covered in blood.

The people behind him were slightly better, but they were also in a miserable state. They kept screaming.

"What the f*ck is going on? I think my nose is broken!" Sven yelled in pain from behind.

"F*ck! Get out of the car! Hitler is stuck on the glass! He might not make it!" Grimm shouted as he got out of the car.

Everyone got out of the car in fear. An uneasiness appeared on everyone's faces. Then, they looked at Zellman. He had put on his seatbelt, so he was not like Hitler. However, after being hit by the steel ball, he almost died. He kept rolling his eyes.

"F*ck! Wasn't the car still running? Why did it suddenly rush to the lamppost?"

"Yeah, is Zellman addicted to drugs? He kept rolling his eyes."

"No matter what, it seems that Hitler is dead for sure. I didn't expect two people to die in less than an hour. I think it will be over in ten hours."

The audience discussed among themselves, but with the help of the audience, Sidney quickly came down from the glass. His face was completely disfigured, and there were bloody wounds all over his face. Blood kept coming out, but he didn't die. Other than the many scratches on his face and head, there wasn't much of a problem.

At this time, Zellman also came back to his senses. He blinked his eyes and felt as if he had brushed past the grim reaper.

"What's going on, Zellman?"

"F*ck!"

Zellman trembled as he lit up a cigarette. He took a deep breath and said, "Did you notice the car that just passed by? When our two cars passed by, I was hit by something and it hit my temple. I almost died, do you understand?"

"F*ck! It must be the Death Inquisitor!"

"F*ck. It's too scary. Fortunately, we avoided death this time!"

"Yeah, the Death Inquisitor probably didn't expect it. We won't die so easily. As long as we can hold on for 24 hours, we'll win!"

Zellman took a few puffs of smoke. His heart was still beating wildly, and cold sweat soaked his back. He was still afraid of what had happened just now.

Creak creak creak.

The sound of metal shaking could be heard.

The next second, everyone looked up at the same time.

Creak.

They saw that the 10-meter-tall streetlamp's cantilever broke off from the main pole after the violent collision. The moment everyone looked up, the last connection was broken, and the cantilever suddenly fell,

Bang!

With a loud sound, the huge cantilever directly smashed into Zellman's face.

He fell to the ground, the back of his head hitting the curb.

There was another sound. It sounded like a big watermelon falling to the ground. Zellman's face was smashed, the back of his skull was cracked, and brain matter was flowing out. White brain matter mixed with bright-red blood flowed all over the ground.

Hitler, Sven, Grimm, and Dafasi were completely dumbfounded.

The strong smell of blood constantly stimulated their noses.

Meanwhile, Zellman's horrifying death stimulated their nerves.

Terrifying!

Strange!

If Bentham's death was a coincidence, then could Zellman's death still be a coincidence? Even a fool would not believe it!

Premeditated?

Everything was premeditated!

"Ahhhhh! Come out! Death Judge, get the f*ck out here! I'll shoot you into a sieve!" Sven yelled as he pulled out his pistol and shouted.

Grimm looked around and pulled out his gun as well. He felt like he was being stared at, and all the hair on his body stood up in fear.

"We can't stay in this place any longer. Let's hurry up and leave!"

Dafasi said, "Let me see if the car can still start!"

Seeing this, the audience also felt a sense of horror.

"F*ck!"

"I didn't expect this at all. I was a little disappointed when I saw that they didn't die. So those were all feints. The real killer move was still hidden!"

"I can't believe it. This is too unbelievable. Was this an accident or was it designed by the judge? I can't even tell!"

"Why do you care so much? Zellman has three lives on his hands. He deserves to die. As long as he dies, it's good!"

"Blockbuster! This is a blockbuster! No, this live broadcast will crush all blockbusters! Don't you need to spend money to watch a blockbuster? Everyone, tip a wave of gifts. Just treat it as buying movie tickets!"

"This is too amazing. Is this something that can be done just by design?"

In an instant, all kinds of gifts flowed in. The scene was so hot that the server could not bear it. Youtube had never been so much busier after midnight.

Then, Jack's cold voice sounded again.

"Zellman is out!"

In less than an hour, two out of ten people had died.

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. Then, he entered the hospital's emergency building.

There were not many people here. On the left side of the door was the service desk. Two young nurses were on duty. At this moment, they were staring at a cell phone.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Another one died! Perhaps they will all die by dawn!"

"It would be good if they all died. Leaving such scum alive can only harm the innocent!"

"Yes, and so many innocent people have already been killed. If only the Death Inquisitor had appeared earlier." The young nurse on the right sighed and then saw Jack. She smiled and said, "Hello. May I help you?"

"Yes, my stomach hurts. I want some prescription medicine." Jack held his stomach and pretended to be in pain.

The young nurse hurriedly came over to help him. "Do you have medical insurance?"

"No."

"Forget it. You look very grave. Come with me first. I'll take you to the Internal Medicine Department."

"Thank you." Jack glanced at the Little Nurse's work badge. Her name was Emana.

Thus, under the accompaniment of Emana, Jack quickly took the medicine. In the end, Emana brought him another glass of water. Jack had no choice but to take the medicine in person. Then, he handed the money to Emana and thanked her before leaving the emergency department building.

When Jack walked out of the hospital, he immediately straightened his back. Then, he walked to the Green Belt and spat out the medicine in his mouth.

The reason why he came to the hospital was an important part. He had to do it.

"Humph..."

Jack smiled coldly. His eyes shone with a cold light. In the cold darkness of the early morning, he was like a bloodthirsty devil.

"Then, let's continue!"

Chapter 42: The Police Found a Clue

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There were many taxis parked outside the hospital. Jack picked a black-hearted driver.

"Queen's apartment."

"Okay!" The black-hearted driver glanced at Jack. Seeing that Jack had closed his eyes to rest, he smiled proudly and started the car to drive east.

The black-hearted driver was indeed a black-hearted driver. He chose the furthest route.

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up slightly. He would definitely spend ten dollars more.

However, wasn't this what he needed?

The taxi sped along the road. Five minutes later, Jack opened his eyes and looked at the traffic light in the distance. The traffic light was green for four seconds. The current speed of the car was 80.

At this time, the black-hearted driver was making a decision. He seemed to be hesitating. He didn't know whether to stop or rush over.

"About 120 meters. There are still 6 seconds left. You can go over," Jack said calmly.

When the black-hearted driver heard this, he stepped on the accelerator and revealed a sneer that only a god of cars would show.

Teaching me how to drive, eh? The black-hearted driver had been a professional driver for 20 years. Did he need someone to teach him?

Jack revealed a cold smile then lowered half of the car window and lit a cigarette.

Because there was a speed test at the intersection, the black-hearted driver hit the brake, and the speed dropped to 60. The yellow light flashed for one second, and the front wheel of the taxi drove past the stop line. Jack looked across the window and slightly narrowed his eyes. He saw a car speeding over, and he gently let go, more than a dozen triangular nails fell down.

Whoosh!

The taxi sped past!

Whoosh!

The car also drove past quickly.

More than ten triangular nails on the ground were all taken away.

Jack looked at the fast-moving car through the rearview mirror, and the sneer in the corner deepened.

The car that drove past quickly at the intersection just now was stolen by Grimm and the others. The water tank of the SUV had burst, and there was a problem with the fuel pipe, so it couldn't be started. Therefore, they worked together and stole one.

"Where are we going? Should we call Big Brother Marcellus?"

"Don't call him! Keep your cell phone turned off! Otherwise, it will be easy for the police to locate us!" Grimm said.

Sven said, "We don't know how long we will run like this. Let's just go straight to the highway. Let's escape!"

"I agree!" Dafasi said.

Hitler's head was wrapped like a mummy. Only his eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed. At this time, he snorted and said, "What do you agree with? Don't forget that we're on a live broadcast? You said we're going to the highway. Do you think the police are stupid?"

In Task Force Zero, Ross, who was watching the big screen, was speechless.

"You're the f*cking stupid pig!"

Judy, who was standing at the side, widened her eyes. She had always thought that Ross was a very calm person.

"Sir, the surveillance video of the intersection has been transmitted!" Judy said.

"Open it!"

Ross walked over and stared at the screen.

The video began. Zellman's car quickly appeared on the screen. At this time, the black car also appeared, and then the car lost control.

"Replay!"

Ross frowned.

"The windows of the black car are closed, so it's impossible for something to shoot out of that black car!"

"Could it be that the black car crashed onto the ground and a small rock fell on Zellman's head?"

"Replay it frame by frame to see what it is!"

So Judy replayed the video frame by frame. Soon, the steel ball that attacked Zellman slowly surfaced.

"Steel ball. Where did that steel ball come from? Replay it. Play it again!"

As they replayed the video and observed it carefully, Ross and Judy's expressions became very serious.

In the video replay, they clearly saw the small steel ball drill into the cigarette box that had been blown up by the wind. Then, the cigarette box was crushed by the car, and the steel ball flew out and accurately shot at Zellman's temple!

Was it really a coincidence? A series of coincidences connected together to become acts of murder?

Was there really someone who could understand the laws of things?

Ross took a deep breath, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

"Judy, what do you think about this?"

Judy said, "The steel ball is the key to all coincidences. That steel ball must have been thrown by the Death Judge, just like that signature pen. But we only have the video of the intersection."

"What about the cigarette case?" Ross said. "I think the cigarette case is the key. If there was no cigarette case, the steel ball wouldn't have been crushed, right?"

"Are you suspecting that the person who threw the cigarette case was the Death Inquisitor? I don't think so. He could easily avoid more complicated surveillance. Would he be exposed to the surveillance at the intersection?"

"Everyone makes mistakes, and the Death Inquisitor is no exception! I've seen the guy who threw the cigarette case. He's the security guard of the Empire State Building!" Ross said coldly as he looked at Jack, who was holding a cigarette in his hand.

"What do you plan to do?"

Ross said, "Bring him here first. We can't miss any clues now."

As soon as he said that, they heard a loud bang coming from the big screen.

The two of them turned around and saw Grimm driving his car on the sidewalk and then hitting the streetlight pole.

"What are they doing? They're fighting with the streetlight poles tonight!"

"That guy is obviously hiding from the car just now. That car seems to have been drunk!"

"Yeah, it's very fast, and it's driving in an S shape on the road."

"No matter what, I have a feeling that people are going to die again soon!"

"They're not that stupid, right? They died twice in the same way!"

"How do you know they're not that stupid? I think they were that stupid before, weren't they? They didn't die like this in the previous executions!"

"In these few live executions, they died the stupidest deaths. They all died in accidents."

The comments from the audience instantly increased. At this moment, Sven, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt like he was f*cking a dog.

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! What the f*ck are you doing?"

Grimm said, "Are you blind? If I didn't turn the car, it would have hit us!"

"It's The Death Inquisitor! It must be the Death Inquisitor! Be careful of the street light!" Sydney, who was in the back row, shouted in horror.

"I think you're going to be scared to death!" Grimm snorted and said, "I braked in time. The streetlight pole is fine. I didn't hit it at all. If he can fall down, I'll eat it!"

Grimm started the car as he spoke. When he was about to reverse the car and get out, he found that the car's chassis was already hanging in the air.

"Go down and see what's going on. The chassis of the car seems to be empty."

Sven, Sidney, and Dafasi acted as if they had not heard him. None of them prepared to get out of the car to check.

"F*ck! Can a person die from checking a car?"

"I don't believe that this Death Inquisitor can kill all of you out of thin air!"

"F*ck! A bunch of trash. All of them are trash!"

As he opened the car door and got out of the car, Grimm said, "None of you dare to go? Damn it! All of you are cowards!"

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Chapter 43: Two People Died in a Row

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"Hahaha! These scumbags are experiencing psychological trauma!"

"Is there a need to ask? They were so scared that they didn't even dare to get out of the car! I think they might be scared to death!"

"But this time, they seemed to be scaring themselves. Grimm still has some guts!"

"Based on my experience, when watching a death broadcast, you can't say anything too early!"

"That's right. The results might be beyond everyone's imagination. That's what happened in the previous episodes!"

"Exactly! Maybe a meteorite fell from the sky and smashed them to death!"

The audience sent bullet comments. At this moment, the three people in the car saw that Grimm was fine after getting off the car, so they also got off the car. After all, no one was willing to be a coward who would be scared to death. Otherwise, how could they be a gangster in the future?

"What's going on?" Sven asked.

"The chassis of the car is too low, and it hit the ground. Find a stone and put it under the left front wheel," Grimm said as he took a stone and stuffed it under the right front wheel.

Sven walked to the side and picked up a square brick. After he put the brick away, he looked up and saw the dense triangular nails on the wheels.

"What is this?"

Sven reached out his hand and picked at it.

Bang!

Without any warning, there was an explosion. The left front wheel exploded instantly. Under the strong air pressure, more than a dozen triangular nails shot out from the nail gun and shot at Sven's face.

"F*ck!"

"What on earth is going on? What happened?"

Grimm and the others jumped in shock. They were so scared that their faces turned pale. They quickly crawled away and retreated a few meters.

At this time, Sven turned around and saw his face. The other three were so scared that they almost fell down.

It was a face that was even scarier than a ghost. Sven's face was already incomplete and bloody. Pieces of flesh rolled in the blood. More than a dozen triangular nails pierced deeply into the flesh. Two of his eyeballs were also shot out, a gel mixed with blood flowed out of his eye sockets, and another triangular nail pierced through his throat. The blood was like a reservoir that had been opened, and it kept coming out of his mouth.

Gurgle...

Sven's mouth was wide open, and there was a soft sound coming from his throat, but it was impossible to hear what he was saying. Then, he raised his trembling arm and pointed it at Grimm and the others.

In the next second, Sven fell to the ground with a thud, as if his skeleton had been pulled out.

"Oh my god! Will someone really die if we check the car?"

"Damn, he's like a ghost. He scared me to death, but how did he die? Was he killed by an explosion? The tire pressure of the car isn't too heavy, so it shouldn't be able to kill anyone. How did he die?"

"There seems to be something on the tire. Didn't he gouge it a little?"

"Right, right, right. I saw that thing on his bloody face just now. It seems to be a nail, right?"

"The Grim Reaper is right beside us, but it's really hard to guard against it. I'm scared just by watching it. It's different from before. I was mentally prepared before, but this time, it's really like watching a horror movie. I'm suddenly scared!"

But now, the three of them were the ones who were almost at the brink of a mental breakdown.

"F*ck you, Death Judge! Get out Here!" Grimm shouted.

Sidney looked very absent-minded. He said with a dull look, "Zellman is dead. Sven is dead. Who will be next? None of us can escape. We will all die. He will kill us one by one."

Dafasi's eyes also became unfocused. His right hand trembled as he wiped the cold sweat on his face. He said, "I don't want to die. Let's go to the police and turn ourselves in!"

"If we turn ourselves in now, we'll also die! Our hands aren't clean!"

"It's good to live another day. I don't want to die so miserably. I'd rather go to prison and be sentenced to death. I want to turn myself in," Dafasi said in a low voice. His voice trembled continuously. This kind of torture was too painful for him. He wanted to be free.

Just as Dafasi was trembling in fear and continuously retreating, an off-road vehicle flew rapidly from the north to the south. With a bang, it directly crashed into Dafasi, who was retreating towards the center of the road, and he was sent flying several meters high. After spinning a few times, he fell in front of Grimm and Sidney like a watermelon.

His head was smashed like a watermelon. The ground was covered in white brain matter and bright red blood. All the bones in his body were shattered. He fell to the ground and lost his human shape. He was practically a pile of meat.

Stinky blood and minced meat splattered on their faces.

Sven was out!

Dafasi was out!

Death suddenly came again!

The remaining two people had a mental breakdown!

Their bodies were like kites with broken strings. They were completely out of control. Then, their pants began to flow continuously. A foul smell spread around them.

"I want to turn myself in. I want to turn myself in..."

At this moment, the police lights flashed in the distance, and a police car quickly drove over.

"Police, I want to turn myself in. I'm a murderer. Come and arrest me. Take me away," Grimm shouted and rushed onto the road.

Hitler knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the police car.

"Take me away, take me away, take me away."

Seeing this, the audience slowly recovered from their shock!

"Double kill!"

"Another one died. The live broadcast today was really fast!"

"I'm so happy watching this. It's great that these scumbags are dead!"

"Am I seeing things? Another died?"

"His brain is falling out. Hurry up and eat a bowl of tofu to calm down!"

"Hey, how can you still eat tofu? I may not want to eat tofu again in the future!"

"Can you not mention tofu? I just ate tofu and now I'm vomiting all over the floor!"

"I also vomited. Brain matter mixed with blood—it's too disgusting!"

"I really can't believe that this was all planned. It's almost like it's controlled by superpowers."

"That's right! I can't believe it. Who is the judge? How high is his IQ to plan such things?"

The police car stopped, and a few policemen armed with rifles and bulletproof vests quickly took down the two of them.

The leader was Willie. Looking at the scene of death, he held back the disgust in his heart and quickly lit a cigarette so that he would not vomit.

He was originally chasing after Marcellus's car, but he did not expect Marcellus to be so crazy that he would even crash into his own people.

As he was watching, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello, Officer Ross."

"I'm watching the live broadcast. Marcellus is not in a hurry. That guy is too crazy. Don't chase him too closely. Loosen up the encirclement a little to avoid driving him into a corner. Get your men to bring Hitler and Grimm back first. You go and assist Monica and bring back a suspect!"

"Who?"

"You'll know once you get there!"

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Chapter 44: Entering the New York Police Department

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The Orlando apartment was a very unremarkable bachelor apartment.

After Jack returned, he sorted out the current situation and lit up a cigarette. Just like his plan, he watched the live broadcast while waiting for the police to arrive.

Knock, Knock, knock.

In the quiet early morning, the door was suddenly knocked. If it was anyone else, they would be a little scared. After all, the live broadcast of death these days was indeed very terrifying.

But Jack was the Death Inquisitor himself. He could feel only excitement in his heart!

Soon, he was going to be executed at the police station!

"Who is it? Knocking on the door in the middle of the night? You motherf*cker! You want to die?" Jack cursed as he went over to open the door.

Jack tried his best to act like a normal person. If he was too cooperative and too calm, it would be easier to arouse the police's vigilance.

"Police!"

Willie was so angry that he wanted to kick the door open and then punch Jack to the ground!

Hearing the anger in the other party's words, Jack smiled coldly and opened the door with a click. However, the safety lock was not opened.

"Police? What are you guys doing here? Could it be that watching Pornhub at home is also against the law?" Jack directly ignored Willie and looked at Monica, who had a hot figure and delicate facial features. Then, he let out a very strange sneer.

He wanted to act like a wretched man and cause the other party to be angry and despise him. The more he acted like this, the fewer chances of them believing that he was the Death Judge.

Willie shouted angrily, "Kid, the police are handling a case. Open the door for me!"

"F*ck! Who do you think you are? Open it just like that? If you say you are the police, then you are the police? You look like a murderer to me. Don't go! I will call the police right now!" As Jack spoke, he took out his phone and opened the dialing interface.

Monica shook her head.

She was very disappointed with Ross's judgment.

How could such a person be the Death Judge?

He was simply a scoundrel! A hooligan!

She thought that although the Death Judge might be a psychopath, he looked like a middle-aged man with very elegant manners. He definitely could not be such a hooligan.

"All right. Stop arguing. This is my identification card!" Monica said as she took out her police officer identification card.

Jack took a look. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "You really are a police officer. I'm really sorry. I thought you were a criminal. You also know that now that the Death Inquisitor has appeared, I realized how bad the security in New York is. To be honest with you, I'm the same as you. I'm a security guard." He laughed a little.

Willie smiled coldly and said with contempt, "Security guard and policeman? How can they be the same?"

Jack snorted and said to Monica, "Oh right, officer, this is the murderer you caught, right? Why isn't he wearing handcuffs? Don't let him run away. He looks so strong. It would be very dangerous if he ran away."

"You are the murderer. I am the police officer!" Willie's burly body trembled in anger as he took out his officer's badge.

Jack took a look and opened the system panel.

—

Willie:

Sin value: 40 (maximum value of 50)

Force value: 50 (maximum value of 55)

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Monica:

Sin value: 30 (maximum value of 40)

Force value: 40 (maximum value 45)

—

Jack paid a little attention to Monica. There was a hint of wariness in her eyes. Her heart was like a fortress. It was the characteristic of a typical psychologist. This type of person liked to dig into the hearts of others. However, they were also constantly on guard against others. Their occupational attributes could be seen at a glance, but this kind of person had to be careful.

Jack opened the safety lock, and in a serious tone, said, "Officers, why are you looking for me? It's already so late."

"We suspect that you are related to the recent live broadcast of death. Please follow us back to the police station to assist in the investigation." Monica looked at Jack with a scrutinizing gaze.

Jack frowned and asked, "I don't quite understand. What can I have to do with the live broadcast of death?"

"It's nothing. It's just a process. You should be back before dawn," Monica said lightly.

"All right then. As a security guard, I'll cooperate with your work!"

Monica nodded and glanced around the room. She didn't find anything suspicious, so she said, "Okay. Then come with us!"

Not long after, Jack arrived at the New York police station. The moment he got out of the car, his gaze became somewhat contemptuous. This was a plan without any loopholes. The police had personally invited him here, and then he would kill Hitler and Grimm. No one would find out, and the police would send him back.

He even felt that this plan was so perfect! It was so full of beauty!

Of course, some things were not good if they were too perfect. Having no flaws was a flaw in itself. If there were no doubts about the whole thing, it would look very suspicious.

Jack naturally knew this, so from the beginning, he had left a special impression on Willie and Monica.

Walking in the NYPD, Jack stood very straight.

His face was proud and cold.

"The person is here. Willie is waiting over there. How's the progress on Bowman's side?" Monica entered the office of Task Force Zero and reported.

Ross shook his head and said, "The taxi driver was found. He drove this person to the hospital. Also, there was a nurse called Emana there to receive him. She even gave him medicine. It's all confirmed."

Monica recalled and said, "Yes, there is medicine on the table in his room! To be honest, that Jack doesn't have the basic qualities of a Death Judge. I can tell at a glance! This person is a little rascal, a little hooligan."

"Moreover, you all brought him here, but the live broadcast is still going on. Could it be that he can control it remotely? I think you are too nervous!" Judy interrupted.

Ross looked helpless. He felt that Judy and Monica looked at him as if they were looking at a retard.

"Anyway, we brought him here. Let's go through the process and ask him a few questions to see if there are any problems. If there's nothing else, let him go back."

"I'll ask!" Monica volunteered.

Ross nodded. He had a feeling that he had fallen into the Death Inquisitor's trap. He deliberately let Jack appear in his line of sight and then disturbed his investigative direction, but he didn't say anything. Otherwise, if he had walked into the trap knowing that he had fallen into it, wouldn't he really be a retard?

"F*ck!" Ross gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

Although he had made a mistake, there was still progress!

At least both Hitler and Grimm were still safe.

"Death Inquisitor! Aren't you amazing? Aren't you intelligent? You're so amazing and intelligent. Come to the police station and kill someone!" Ross thought as he grunted and looked at the big screen again.

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Chapter 45: Making Use of the Police

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Sydney and Grimm were locked in the interrogation room.

Sitting on the chair in the interrogation room and looking at the sturdy iron door, there was an indescribable sense of security. They could breathe freely, and their expressions relaxed, unlike the nervousness they had when they were on the run.

At this moment, the split shot of the two of them in the death broadcast room fused together and turned into a shot. The scene in the shot was exactly the scene of the two of them staying in the interrogation room.

"Did the judge hack into the police surveillance system? That's amazing!"

"I heard that the judge is a super hacker. The New York Police Department, these trash, could not block the death broadcast room at all."

"Not only the New York Police Department. They also sought help from the FBI. The FBI was also unable to block the live broadcast room."

"I didn't expect the judge's hacking skills to be so amazing!"

"No wonder no one has been able to control him. It turns out that they can't. The judge is too powerful! However, these two scumbags have been caught. There's no other way. It looks like we can only wait for the trial of the law!"

"To be honest, the law can't easily punish ordinary criminals. This is such a merciful way of treating such scumbags. We should let the Death Judge handle this so they die a horrible death!"

"They're lucky that the police found them. They're going to have the most comfortable death compared to the others. I really hope the judge can kill them in the police station!"

"That's right, that's right."

The audience kept sending bullet messages, while Ross's face was livid.

The live broadcast had already reached the police station.

Did the police still have dignity?

"When can we cut off the live broadcast? Even if Marcellus and the others can't cut it off, we have to cut off the live broadcast of the interrogation room! This has already been broadcast to our police station!" Ross's voice suddenly rose by a few decibels.

Judy said, "I'm doing it now, but the live broadcast doesn't completely come from the cameras in the interrogation room. It seems to be a composite image of multiple cameras, but we don't have so many cameras in the interrogation room, nor do we have cameras from these angles. I can't figure it out for the time being, but what I can confirm now is that the Death Inquisitor has indeed used a very intelligent live broadcast method. It should be a type of black technology."

It was high-intelligence black technology!

Ross didn't want to hear about it now, because it made him very anxious!

He didn't understand these things, but he knew that this meant that the police had no way to deal with the judge!

On the other side, Jack wasn't a suspect like Hitler and Grimm, who had all the evidence and were only waiting for the court to pronounce sentence, so he wasn't brought to the interrogation room. Instead, he was arranged to be in the reception room.

"I'll ask you a few questions. You answer the truth, understand?" Monica said.

Jack licked his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Go ahead."

All of his actions could not escape Monica's eyes. Seeing that he was obviously thirsty, Monica got up and left.

At this time, Jack lowered his head slightly. Then his face became very gloomy, and he revealed a very sinister sneer.

He wanted to use the people of the police station to execute him!

He wanted to use Monica's professionalism to achieve his goal.

He didn't even need to say a word.

The fate of Hitler and Grimm had changed.

Everything was under control.

"The Grim Reaper is coming..." Jack opened his mouth slightly, revealing a grim smile.

The nearest water dispenser to the reception room was the water dispenser next to the interrogation room.

Monica found a paper cup and took a glass of water.

Just as she got up to leave, Yori walked over. He was in charge of watching over Hitler and Grimm that night.

But it happened by coincidence. One of them turned around, and the other was just passing by.

"Ah!"

Monica shouted in a low voice, and the water in her hand spilled all over her body.

"I'm sorry, Officer Monica." Yori's face was full of embarrassment, and he hurriedly ran to the desk at the side and pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper.

In front of the tissue box was a delicate pen container. When Yori was pulling out the tissue paper, he pulled the box forward, and the pen container also moved forward a distance.

"I'm really sorry, Officer Monica, your clothes are wet. It's all my fault," Yori said.

In the New York police station, everyone knew that Yori had bad breath, but no one would tell him about it in person.

At that moment, Yori was only focused on apologizing and had forgotten about his own problem. When he was not apologizing, his saliva was flying out. That smell...

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll wipe it myself. You go and do your own thing. Don't worry about me, really..." Monica said as she awkwardly took a step back. Her white nose wrinkled slightly, but although it was just a small action, it dealt a huge blow to Yori's self-esteem. His face suddenly turned red.

Awkward! Very awkward!

There was a saying that the more you tried to explain something, the more difficult it would be to explain it clearly. So Monica decided not to explain. She tried her best to show a natural smile then took another glass of water and left.

Yori went outside the interrogation room with a red face. He took a look at Hitler and Grimm.

"Officer, is there any water? I want to drink some water." Grimm saw someone coming and immediately ran over to lean on the iron bars, looking at Yori with a flattering look.

With a bad expression, Yori said, "Didn't you just drink a glass now? Why do you want to drink again? You scum, don't play tricks on me!"

He opened his mouth and cursed, and the stench directly sprayed on Grimm's face.

"Urgh!"

Grimm's stomach was already uncomfortable that night. After smelling the stench, his stomach immediately started to churn, and he wanted to throw up.

Seeing that he was about to throw up, Yori was completely furious. A scumbag criminal dared to do this to him, and he also put his anger towards Monica on Grimm. His face suddenly became very cold, he looked more like a murderer than the two people in the interrogation room. He was so cold and gloomy that Grimm quickly covered his mouth in fear.

But at this moment, the food residue in his stomach had already surged up, and the sour smell made Grimm feel extremely nauseous and uncomfortable. So his stomach spasmed again, and more residue surged up.

Yori just stood there coldly, his gaze like a sharp knife scraping Grimm's body.

Grimm wanted to vomit, but now that Yori was looking at him, he didn't dare to vomit.

The next second, Grimm who was holding his breath, instinctively took a breath.

Instantly, the vomit in his mouth was instantly sucked into the trachea and surged into his lungs.

A suffocating feeling instantly surged up.

Grimm's heart suddenly trembled and contracted. He immediately let go of his hand, and with a whoosh, the vomit violently spurted out.

However, the intense suffocation forced Grimm to breathe heavily. As a result, many vomits were sucked into his trachea before they could be vomited out, blocking the entire breathing passage!

"Save...Save...Me..."

Grimm's body could not stop trembling. His lips and face became extremely ugly and ferocious. His pupils slowly began dilating.

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Chapter 46: Safe Departure

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Monica returned to the reception room with a paper cup in her hand.

"Here, drink some water."

Jack glanced at the corner of her wet clothes and revealed a triumphant smile.

"Thank you!"

Jack took the cup and took a sip.

"I've drunk the water too. Let's get down to business. Where were you tonight from 12:00 to 1:00 AM?"

As soon as Monica finished speaking, she heard a clamor from outside.

"Ah, the god of death is here, the god of death is here. Quickly! Let me out..."

Monica frowned. "Don't move!" she said as she pushed open the door and left.

At this moment, seeing the suffocating and ferocious look on Grimm's face, Yori panicked. He immediately opened the iron-clad door of the waiting room and rushed in to save him.

However, the moment he rushed in, Hitler saw an opportunity to rush out of the door.

Hitler had experienced too much that night. He thought that he would be safe if he hid in the New York police station. He did not expect death to arrive so soon. He completely broke down and ran out like a madman.

"Ah, help! Death is coming..." Hitler shouted as he ran.

In the end, he just ran to the water dispenser. Because Yori had spilled some of Monica's water, the ground was particularly slippery. Hitler stepped on the water and slipped. He lost control of his body, and he directly flew forward.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Hitler leaned on the desk and his entire face fell on the pencil holder on the desk. A few sharpened pencils like steel nails directly pierced Hitler's head.

Hitler struggled for a while and turned over on the desk. He saw five or six straight pencils inserted into his face. One of the pencils was deeply inserted into his eye socket, and blood flowed all over his face, as if he had just bathed in blood.

"Death...death...is coming..."

Hitler pulled out the pencils that were inserted into his eye socket. Blood spurted out, and his large eyeballs were directly inserted into them. It was like a skewer of meat. The scene was extremely terrifying.

Grimm stared at Hitler through the window. Looking at his tragic death, his heart suddenly contracted, as if he had been tightly gripped by someone with a strong hand.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Grimm opened his mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath. However, he could not breathe in a single breath.

With a plop, Grimm fell to the ground. He was dead.

"Hitler is out! Grimm is out!" Jack's cold voice sounded again.

"That's amazing!"

"It can't be! Even a judge can do that? Kill someone in the police station?"

"This is too weird! I can't believe it! He actually killed two people in an instant? Judge, you're simply a god!"

"Hitler's death is so disgusting. I just ordered a barbeque. Looking at the barbeque now makes me think of the scene where his eyeballs were being pierced by a pencil!"

"Haha! Braised eyeballs. Eating them might cure myopia. Eat more!"

"Is there a doctor who can explain how Grimm died? I don't understand!"

"It's because the contents of his stomach were inhaled into the respiratory tract and blocked the windpipe, causing him to suffocate and die. I'm a medical student!"

The audience was shocked. Initially, everyone thought that Grimm and Hitler would not be killed after entering the police station's interrogation room, that what awaited them was the punishment of the law.

But they were wrong.

Completely wrong!

Because of this, they were even more shocked.

At this moment, Ross, Willie, Judy, Monica, and the overtime staff were all stunned on the spot.

It was as if death could not be avoided anywhere. Every nerve of theirs became particularly sensitive and fragile.

Fear of the "Death Designer" grew in their hearts.

"F*ck!"

Ross roared and kicked away the chair in front of him.

Less than five minutes earlier, he had regained some confidence, thinking that he was finally getting somewhere with the investigation.

At that point, his opponent seemed to have slapped him in the face, which made him realize that he was a big joke!

"Sir..." Willie came over and patted his shoulder.

Ross took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, "Ask Bowman to come back and do the autopsy immediately! Also, send all the surveillance cameras to my office!"

"Yes!" Willie took the order.

Judy looked at the scene of death and felt a little nauseous, so she turned around and left.

Monica was in a daze, leaning on the table for a long time before she recovered.

"What happened? What happened outside?" Jack pretended to be curious when he saw Monica walk in unnaturally like a soulless zombie.

"Dead. All dead..." Monica whispered. At this moment, there was no redness on her face. She was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Her eyes were sparkling as she asked, "Go on. Where were you during that time?"

"At home. I had a stomachache at that time. Then, I went to the hospital to get medicine and went home."

"On the way to the hospital, you threw a cigarette case, right? On Fifth Avenue..." Monica continued.

Jack nodded.

"Why did you throw the cigarette case?"

Jack's expression changed instantly. He looked like he was looking at a fool.

Although Monica was stimulated to a certain extent, her brain was still working at a high speed. Looking at his expression, she knew how boring her question was.

"Yes, Officer Monica, I admit that it's not right to throw away cigarette boxes, but you dragged me here in the middle of the night. Is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"Just answer me," Monica insisted.

Jack said helplessly, "I've run out of cigarettes, so I threw them away."

"All right. You can go now!"

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's it. You can go back now."

"I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money. You brought me here. Aren't you going to send me back?" Jack asked.

"Is that enough for you to get home?" Monica took out a 100-dollar bill and placed it on the table.

Jack did not stand on ceremony. He took away the money and said, "Do you have a cigarette? I want to smoke."

"Follow me!"

Monica brought Jack out of the reception room. Outside, a few police officers were dealing with the scene of death. The body was covered with a white cloth.

Jack took a few glances and whispered, "Are they really dead?"

Monica did not answer him. She called Willie over and asked him if he still had a cigarette.

Willie looked at Jack unkindly and then took out a cigarette. Jack took it and put it in his mouth. Willie took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

Jack took a deep breath. The cigarette burned quickly, and he slowly exhaled the white smoke.

"Whew!"

The matter at the police station was over.

He killed someone.

He took the money and lit the cigarette.

Jack waved his hand without looking back and slowly disappeared into the dark night.

Outside the police station building, looking at the dark night, Jack slightly narrowed his eyes. His eyes were like two flashes of light. He glared like a hunter, and then he left the police station with smoke rings.

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Chapter 47: Minced Meat

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

In less than two hours, six people were eliminated.

Only Marcellus and the four people following him were left.

Jack glanced at the live broadcast room. The four people were still running desperately.

But could they escape Fate's arrangements?

In the face of Fate, life was very fragile. In fact, everyone faced many dangers every day, but animals had a sense of danger, so they instinctively filtered out many dangers.

What could not be filtered out was Fate's plans.

Jack only needed to slightly change the microscopic existence, and he could magnify the danger that was filtered out, so much so that it could take their lives.

This process was life's design.

"Then, let us continue!" The corners of Jack's mouth rose slightly, revealing a deep sneer.

"Big Brother Marcellus, I wonder how the few of them are doing? Why don't we call and ask?"

Marcellus scolded them. "Call my ass. We managed to shake off the police with great difficulty. The moment you turn on your phone, we will be immediately located!"

"Big Brother Marcellus, the person we hit at that time seemed to be Dafasi," Mona Lynn said.

"That's impossible. They were driving an off-road car. It was a sedan," Marcellus added coldly, "Even if it was Dafasi, his death was worth it. Don't tell me you want to go to jail?"

When the three of them heard this, they immediately shook their heads.

The next hour was very calm. Nothing happened. The viewers were starting to feel a little bored. Their eyelids began to become heavy. Some people fell asleep on their computer tables.

After an unknown period of time, the calm broadcast room suddenly came alive again!

"F*ck! This is awesome!"

"The exciting part is here!"

"It's finally here!"

"I was about to fall asleep just now, but now I'm awake!"

"That's right. My body trembled when I saw it, and I was so scared that I almost peed."

"When I woke up and saw this scene, I was almost scared to death!"

"I'm not even sorry that I waited for an hour! This is so satisfying!"

"This is too bloody! It's so exciting!"

Looking at the live broadcast room, Pokan's arm had been ground into meat paste by the wall. Pokan's flesh and blood were all over the right side of the SUV and the wall of the tunnel.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Stop the car! Stop the car!" Pokan's screams sounded like the screams of a ghost in the tunnel in the early morning.

It turned out that Marcellus had dozed off while driving. Pokan was sitting in the front passenger seat. He put one of his arms outside the car and dozed off as well.

In the end, the car tilted to the right and directly stuck to the wall.

Squeak squeak.

In an instant, Pokan's bones had been ground into pieces.

Marcellus was startled awake by Pokaner's screams. His whole body shook, and the accelerator under his feet instantly hit the bottom.

Buzz!

The engine roared.

His speed instantly broke through 150!

In the end, Pokan's entire body was swept away by a powerful force, and he was pressed against the walls of the car and the tunnel.

Creak creak creak.

At 160 kilometers per hour, it was like a high-power meat grinder. His skin and flesh were instantly ground into minced meat, followed by his bones and flesh. In a few seconds, they were shattered, and his internal organs were instantly turned into blood and dregs. Even the hardest head exploded with a bang. Brain matter flew into the passenger seat, and a thick bloody smell assaulted their faces.

"Ah ah ah,!Stop the car..."

"F*ck! F*ck!"

In the back row, Mona Lynn and Post were almost on the verge of collapse, because Pokan's flesh and bones were also splattering all over their faces.

Squeak.

A long braking sound rang out, and the tires left two black marks on the ground.

By the time the car stopped, Pokan was no longer there. There was not even a corpse left behind. They saw only the flesh that was stuck to the car and the wall.

"F*ck!"

"F*ck!"

"F*ck!"

Looking at the long line of flesh and blood on the wall, Marcellus broke down and cursed three times in a row.

"Pokan is out!"

"This is so f*cking exciting!"

"This is asking for death. Remember to never put your hands outside when you ride in the car in the future."

"I remember someone sticking his head out of the window in a car in the past. In the end, he was squeezed out by the car!"

"I wonder who the next person will be. Guess how he will die?"

"He will suffocate himself to death from constipation!"

"The person commenting above is really smart."

"F*ck! Today was so exciting. Today's death wasn't very bloody, but this is really exciting! It's too disgusting!"

"Are you a psychopath? Isn't the pencil sticking in your eyeball disgusting enough?"

"This is indeed too disgusting. I'll dream about this even when I sleep tonight!"

"Can you still sleep after seeing this?"

After Pokan was eliminated, Marcellus, Post, and Mona Lynn were completely awake. Their nerves were all tensed up.

It was already five in the morning, and the sky started to shine brightly. The three of them braced themselves and continued on their journey.

That week, Jack was on the day shift. At seven in the morning, after a simple wash-up, Jack rushed to the Empire State Building on foot.

However, that day was different from usual. There were many pedestrians carrying their cell phones on the road.

"Hey, my cell phone's not streaming anymore. How's the live broadcast room now? Did someone die again?"

"Not yet, but these three people look very absent-minded. They don't seem to be in good spirits either. I reckon they won't be able to hold on for long!"

"I stayed up all night just to watch these scumbags. I'm so sleepy now. Damn it, one of them should wake us up!"

"That's right. It's already been two hours. Send a bullet screen to urge the judge! It's time to kill one!"

"Don't get distracted. This live broadcast is different from before. Once you get distracted, the sudden death of one will be very scary!"

Jack walked all the way to the Empire State Building. He met at least a few hundred people watching the live broadcast on their way to work. When he reached the security room, he saw his colleague Thompson watching the live broadcast with a focused expression.

"Hey hey hey, Jack, did you watch the death broadcast last night? It was too exciting. It was simply too enjoyable! That Death Inquisitor was too awesome. Too cool. Two people were killed by him at the New York City Police Station. Don't you think it's awesome? Too awesome!"

Jack smiled faintly and said, "All right. You can go back. You can watch it when you go home."

Thompson shook his head and said, "No, no, no. My phone doesn't have any traffic. What if those people die on the way home? I can't miss such a wonderful scene of death! I have to watch those people die before I leave!"

"Then why don't you go back to the day shift?"

"All right. Then you can go back!" Thompson waved his hand and stared at the phone screen again.

Seeing his infatuated look, Jack lit a cigarette and turned to leave without saying anything.

But before Jack left the lobby, Thompson suddenly shouted behind him.

"F*ck!"

Chapter 48: Everything Was Within His Calculations

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

In the live broadcast, Mona Lynn and Post were beheaded!

From the neck down, their bodies were cut in half, and their internal organs fell to the ground.

The murder weapon was a huge billboard.

It turned out that Mona Lynn had gone to the 24-hour convenience store to buy something, and when she came back with it, Post got out of the car to receive the things she bought. Just as he received the item, the huge billboard fell from the sky, and with a crack, the two of them were cut in half.

"F*ck!"

Seeing his body being cut into two halves with his own eyes, Post cursed. His upper body fell to the ground, and he died.

Mona Lynn struggled on the ground. When her pupils slowly dilated, she looked at the billboard. She choked on a mouthful of blood and revealed a bitter smile.

She was in charge of the billboard a year ago. At that time, the construction workers said that there was a quality problem with the nuts and that it might cause danger. However, they were triads. How could they care about the safety of others? In order to save costs, they installed the billboard despite its not being safe.

"Death Judge, was this planned?"

"Post is out!"

"Mona Lynn is out!"

"She woke up instantly. She couldn't sleep for the whole day!"

"It's too disgusting! I was blocked on the Internet just now. The image was stuck at the moment when the two people were cut open! The internal organs and intestines of the bodies below were clearly seen. The organs and intestines of the upper body fell into the air. The intestines were still hanging on the body!"

"I saw it clearly even though I wasn't stuck. There seems to be something inside the intestines after they were cut open! I'm going to throw up!"

"The billboard did a good job. It's more useful than the New York Police!"

"Right, right, right. We should frame the billboard and hang it in front of the White House!"

"I've decided. I'm going to buy this billboard and build a memorial hall. There will definitely be a lot of people visiting, and I'll be relying on the billboard for the rest of my life."

"That idea is not bad. If I can buy the bodies of Post and Mona Lynn together, that will definitely be better!"

"Yes, soak their bodies in formalin and charge them 100 dollars for spitting at them!"

The bullet comments and tips from the live broadcast room instantly flooded in. Jack glanced at them and smiled. The responses were surprising though he had only made a little change to the death of Mona Lynn and Post. Originally, Mona Lynn would have left immediately after buying at the store. Post would not get out of the car either, but the billboard would fall, though it was not supposed to hit anyone.

However, Jack had only thrown a one-dollar coin on the road. In the end, it was picked up by the staff who had rushed to the 24-hour convenience store to take over the shift. They bent down to pick up the money, which delayed them for a few seconds. In the end, when Mona Lynn entered the store, the staff was taking over the shift. Therefore, Mona Lynn waited for a while. In that one minute or so, death descended upon her.

As for Post, he was a little anxious because Mona Lynn hadn't come out yet. When Mona Lynn came out, he saw that she was carrying a bunch of things, so he went forward to help. The result was that with a click, he accompanied Monal Lynn to hell.

What surprised Jack was that from midnight until that morning, the live broadcast had been going on for more than seven hours, and the amount of rewards and gifts had already exceeded 500,000 US dollars. He didn't know how much he would get this time!

Marcellus watched the two of them die tragically in front of him. He was extremely terrified and did not care about anything else. He started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.

Jack glanced at the livestreaming room and saw that Marcellus was covered in cold sweat. He was not in a clear state of mind and his eyes were rather unfocused.

"Run, run. Death is waiting for you in front!" Jack smiled coldly. Regarding Marcellus's death, he had left a huge gift for the police!

"Jack!"

Suddenly, a female voice sounded behind him.

"Aisha?" Jack frowned. Today's Aisha was like a scenery, and it was the spring scenery. She was young, pure, beautiful, and full of vitality.

"How did you know my name?"

Aisha chuckled and said, "I also know that you work as a security guard at the Empire State Building. You live at 667 Alante Apartments and are still single. Oh right, you should be working the day shift today, right?"

"Thompson told you that, right?"

Aisha giggled and answered, "That Thompson's mouth is still very tight. I spent a hundred dollars to buy this information!" She smiled faintly.

Jack had a helpless look on his face. He said, "But you're not entirely right. Today I'm working the night shift, and Thompson is working two consecutive day shifts. Do you know what this is called? 'Outdated news.' It is useless. Change is always faster than the plan! You'd better put your intelligence into your studies. If you put it elsewhere, it would be a waste of time."

Aisha pursed her lips and said, "Yes, everything you said is right! That...you're not working today. Can you send me to school?"

"Why should I send you to school? I still want to watch the live broadcast. Let's go!" Jack waved his hand, took out his phone, and left without looking back.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go..." Aisha hurried to catch up.

"What live broadcast are you watching? Let me see. Is It a death broadcast? Nine people have died in the death broadcast today, but they should die too..."

As she spoke, Aisha stood on Tiptoe and poked her head into Jack's arms, looking at Jack's phone.

Jack turned on the death broadcast.

"You watched it?"

"I really wanted to watch it, but I was a little scared. However, someone in our school's forum used words to broadcast it. I watched it from there."

Jack calmly said, "Primary school students shouldn't watch violent things. Moreover, the Death Judge has killed so many people. He is an extremely dangerous criminal. You might be the next one to go on the live broadcast. Be careful!"

Aisha's expression became a little unhappy as she said seriously, "First, I'm not an elementary school student. I've already told you twice. I'm a high school student. "Second, I forbid you to talk about the Death Inquisitor like that. He's not a criminal. He's a hero who punishes criminals. If you continue to speak ill of him, I'll break off our friendship!"

Jack looked helpless. "Have we established friendship?"

"Of course we've established relations. Isn't there a saying? 'We went to school together, carried guns together, and divided the spoils together. That means we're good friends. We've eaten together, taken a walk together, and watched the live broadcast together. That means we're good friends!'"

Jack was speechless. He had to say that Aisha was really cute and adorable. She was very likable.

"Okay. You win this time. Don't dawdle here. Go to school quickly, or you'll be late again!"

Aisha smiled happily. Her pretty little face bloomed like a flower and her eyes were slightly narrowed. She was especially charming.

This time, Jack watched her leave. After she left, Jack put away his phone and turned to walk in another direction. At the same time, the faint smile on his face disappeared in an instant. What replaced his smile was a cold expression.

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Chapter 49: Understanding the Law of Death

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

The sun gradually set, and dusk arrived.

Outside New York, the village, the fields, and the setting sun were all so calm. Compared to the crowded and noisy high-rise buildings in the city, it was as if they had entered another world.

A group of children was playing and chasing each other on the north side of Xiwen village.

Bang!

Bang!

Everyone threw the Chinese firecrackers that they had gotten from god-knows-where onto the ground. Even though it wasn't very powerful, it made quite a lot of noise.

"Hey, do you have any more? Let me play a few."

"I don't have much. I'll give you five."

"Okay. I'll give you a bag of candy tomorrow!"

"Hurry up, you two. Let's go to the abandoned field to play police and bandit games!"

"Coming, coming..."

Pa!

Pa!

In the field, the sounds of cracking, laughter, and fighting mixed together.

At the end of the day, for more than ten hours, Marcellus was still tenaciously alive, and he had successfully avoided two accidents. Every nerve of his body was excited, and he felt that he had already mastered the skill of avoiding accidental deaths.

'Death Judge, you can't kill me. I have already seen through the death that you designed. Just like when I'm driving now, one deep breath of mine, one turn of my head, and even these words of mine will cause the butterfly effect of a series of events, ultimately causing me to die a few years later. Thirty years, ten years, tomorrow, or today, or the next second. I don't know about these, but I can capture some traces, see the omens, and understand your design, avoiding death in time!' he thought.

At this point, Marcellus took out his pistol and said, "Not only that, after midnight, the game will be over. I will bring my gun, find you, and end your life!"

"F*ck! This guy is so arrogant! How dare he provoke the judge!"

"How dare he say such things to the judge? Just wait for your death!"

"I have to say that this scumbag's brain is not bad. He actually dodged it twice!"

"That's hard to say. Maybe those two times were just feints. I think the judge only wanted to let him think that he could survive before killing him. That's even greater torture!"

"It's better to kill this guy as soon as possible. It's too dangerous to run around with guns."

The audience kept sending bullet messages to express their worry. Ross was also worried about it. However, he had originally asked his subordinates to expand the encirclement so as not to force Marcellus and the others into a corner. In the end, the encirclement was too big, and they lost track of him.

Marcellus was the only one left. They had to take him down.

"It's quiet around him now. It seems that he has fled to the suburbs outside of New York City. Mobilize everyone and pull up all the surveillance cameras at the major intersections. We have to find him!"

"Yes! I'll make the arrangements right away!" Willie turned around and left.

At this time, the forensic doctor, Bowman, walked in and threw a folder on the conference table.

"The autopsy has been completed. Sidney is suffering from intracranial hemorrhage, a diffuse axonal injury caused by the mutation of the brain tissue. The conclusion is that there is diffuse damage to the brain and brain stem, and he died of a widespread acute death."

"What about Grimm?" Ross asked.

In fact, everyone knew about Sidney's death. After all, there were so many pencils stuck in his head, so it would be strange if he hadn't died. As for Grimm, everyone felt that his death was very strange.

Bowman slowly said, "Grimm's death was divided into two processes. The first half of the process was when the stomach contents were inhaled into the respiratory tract and blocked the organ, causing suffocation. At that time, he wanted to vomit but didn't manage to vomit, causing the vomit to be inhaled into the trachea. By the time he vomited, it was already a step too late. However, if he was saved in time, it wouldn't have killed him. However, when he saw the scene of Hitler's death, his adrenal glands continued to secrete a large amount of stress hormones such as adrenaline, causing his heart to beat faster, blood circulation to speed up, blood pressure to rise, and his muscles to expand and contract rapidly. This is called a stress reaction. However, because of this, it caused the myocardial fibers to tear and his heart to bleed greatly. His two major organs quickly collapsed one after another. At that time, he was dead for sure!"

Ross's face was solemn. He had seen all the surveillance videos. The deaths of the two were the result of a series of coincidences. If he had to find the source, it would be Police Officer Yori.

If he had not bumped into Monica, the water would not have spilled out. If he did not have bad breath, Grimm would not have coughed so hard. If he had not been so angry and fierce, Grimm would not have been afraid to cover his mouth.

Ross sighed. Although the source of the matter was jolly, he was clearly not the Death Inquisitor. He was just a part of the Death Inquisitor's design—a chess piece.

If he had been like Marcellus and noticed the abnormalities around him in time, there wouldn't have been a tragedy.

'There's only one left. He must catch him with his own hands!' Ross swore in his heart.

Anthony, who was at the side, asked, "How's it going with Hart? Isn't he checking the pen and steel balls?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hart pushed the door open and came in. His expression was not very good.

"I've checked everything. The Death Inquisitor is very careful and has a strong anti-detection ability. So far, I don't have any valuable clues."

Seeing the dejected look on his face when he came in, Ross knew this was the result.

Everyone in Task Force Zero felt a shadow in their hearts again.

However, Monica, who had been silent all this time, was pondering over a question. Did the Death Inquisitor come to the police station? If he didn't, then it could only be said that his ability to see through the laws of things was so strong that they couldn't even imagine it. But what if he was there? Who was it?

In the blink of an eye, it was past 11 o'clock. There was less than an hour before the end of the death broadcast.

"F*ck! Why isn't this scum dead yet!"

"From the looks of it, this scum might be able to avoid death!"

"I asked for leave to watch the live broadcast at home today. The judge must succeed. Let's hurry up and let him die!"

"I also asked for leave. I haven't left the house for a day. is the judge still okay today?"

"I almost fell asleep. Is the judge also asleep? There's no movement at all now!"

The audience was unhappy. At this moment, Marcellus drove to the north of Xiwen Village. The village, the fields, and the abandoned field were all asleep. It was very quiet.

"Humph! In less than an hour, Death Judge, I will win for sure!" Marcellus turned off the lights and slowly drove to the abandoned field.

"Sir, we've found Marcellus!" Willie rushed into the room.

Ross jumped up from his seat. "Where is he?"

"In the direction of Xiwen Village!"

"Let's go!"

Ross personally led the team. They were fully armed. They turned off the police lights and sirens and headed straight for Xiwen Village.

Jack was sitting comfortably in the security room. He narrowed his eyes slightly and the corners of his mouth revealed a cold smile.

"It's time to set off. I have prepared a great gift for all of you."

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Chapter 50: An Unexpected Twist

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Marcellus sat on the ground in the middle of the abandoned factory.

His surroundings were very empty. There was nothing around him.

He laughed and yelled, "Come on, Death Inquisitor, aren't you amazing? Aren't you able to design death? Now, unless you make the roof fall off, let's see how you'll kill me!"

Marcellus held a gun in his hand and looked up at the ceiling, constantly paying attention to any minute changes. In the last few minutes, he was confident that he could survive.

It was almost midnight.

Tens of millions of viewers were restless.

"Ahhhhh, hurry up! The roof is falling!"

"The roof is falling 1"

"The ground is collapsing! Bury him alive!"

"The ground is collapsing 1"

The viewers were anxious and uncomfortable. They were so angry that they wanted to smash their keyboards and computers.

But soon, the needle pointed to twelve o'clock.

The game was over!

Jack's voice sounded, "Congratulations, Marcellus. The game of death is over!"

"No way, judge. How can you let such a SCUM live!"

"Judge, you have disappointed me!"

"You actually let such a scum go? I will never watch your live broadcast again!"

"After watching for 24 hours, this is the result? I can't take it anymore!"

The audience was extremely disappointed. They expressed their sadness and anger, indicating that they would never watch the live broadcast of death again.

Looking at everyone's bullet comments, Jack's face was cold. There was no reaction at all.

The game of death ended, but the live broadcast of death was not closed yet.

In the next second, a voice rang out in the live broadcast.

"Marcellus, we are the police. You have been surrounded. Put down your weapon and come out to surrender!"

The happy Marcellus immediately became very surprised. His heart was beating wildly, and he held the gun tightly with a ferocious expression.

"F*ck! The police are here! Why aren't Zellman and the others here yet?" Marcellus took out his phone. Since he had been exposed, it did not matter whether he switched on his phone or not. He switched on his phone and entered the death broadcast room. When he saw this, he was completely dumbfounded.

They were all dead!

Not a single one of them survived!

He was the only one left!

"F*ck!" Marcellus gritted his teeth and bent down to walk to the door of the factory. He saw the police lights flashing outside. Each of the policemen was fully armed and hiding behind the police cars.

"F*ck! You won the game but were caught by the police. Death Judge, are you playing with me?" The veins on Marcellus's face bulged, and he looked particularly ferocious.

"Hahaha! So the Inquisitor still has a trick up his sleeve!"

"As long as this scumbag doesn't escape the punishment of the law, I will still support you, Inquisitor!"

"Give him a little hope first, then make him despair. The Inquisitor is really amazing!"

"I told you, let him think that he can survive first, then make him despair!"

"Then I can be at ease!"

The audience's bullet comments started to fill up the bullet screen again. There were even some gifts in the live broadcast room.

Marcellus was completely in despair after realizing his situation. There were even heavy troops guarding other places. This time, even if he grew wings, he wouldn't be able to fly out by himself.

"F*ck!"

Marcellus cursed angrily and then fiercely said, "Even if I'm caught by the police, I still beat you. Death Judge, you're a f*cking coward. I won!"

After cursing, Marcellus lit a cigarette, took two deep puffs, and threw it on the ground.

"I surrender!"

Marcellus walked out of the factory.

As soon as he appeared, the light shone on him.

The police saw that Marcellus was holding a gun in his hand and immediately became nervous. They all aimed their guns at him.

Using a megaphone, Ross shouted, "Put down your weapon! Raise your hands!"

"Don't shoot! I surrender!"

Marcellus took a step forward, and his left foot just landed on the ground.

Bang!

In the silent night, there was a sudden sound!

"F*ck your mother!" Marcellus was about to throw the gun, but he suddenly tightened his grip and aimed at Ross.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the gun was heard everywhere, and the bullet bounced into the flesh. Marcellus's body was splashed with blood, and in the silent night, it bloomed wantonly.

"Stop! Who told you to shoot? ! Who shot him?!" Ross roared.

"Wasn't he the one who shot first?"

"I only shot after I heard the gunshots!"

"What the hell is going on?" Willie was also anxious. He rushed forward to check on Marcellus.

Marcellus was shot several times, and his chest was full of blood. One bullet even pierced through his neck, causing a terrible wound. His entire neck was almost broken.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

Marcellus kept coughing blood, and his vision was suddenly becoming hazy and blurry. He realized that the sound he had heard was that of a firecracker. He suddenly understood something, and his face suddenly became ferocious. He used his last bit of strength.

"F*ck you..."

Before he could say the last sentence, Marcellus died.

"He's dead!" Willie said as he put on his gloves and took the gun in Marcellus's hand. He withdrew the magazine to check, and not a single bullet was missing.

"He didn't shoot!" Willie shouted.

"I know who shot!" Anthony, who was squatting on the ground, said, "It was the Death Inquisitor who fired!" As he said that, he picked up a firecracker on the ground that had not exploded yet. Then, he let go of the firecracker. The firecracker fell freely.

Bang!

The firecracker landed with an explosion. The sound was like a gunshot.

After Ross saw it, he closed his eyes in despair. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Death Judge! We've been fooled again!"

The audience suddenly understood and were extremely shocked.

"F*ck! Judge, you're amazing!"

"I really didn't expect it this time. The judge's IQ is simply unrivaled!"

"I'm completely convinced! I don't doubt the judge's decision anymore!"

"It's simply a godly turn of events. The game is over. Marcellus's tensed nerves relaxed, but he forgot that life is full of dangers."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Not only is the ending perfect, but there is also such a huge turn of events. This is a top-notch suspense movie. Let's not talk about gifts anymore!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We must give gifts!"

The bullet screen was filled with comments again. Gifts were continuously sent out, and the entire screen was covered.

Jack glanced at it and smiled coldly. "Thank you for watching this episode's death broadcast. See you next time!"

The live broadcast was closed.

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[ Ding! This death trial has ended. Verdict successful. ]

[ Ding! This live broadcast has a cut of 2,170 yuan. ]

[ Ding! The difficulty level of this death trial is being reviewed. ]

[ The review has been completed. The difficulty level of this death trial is good 6. Obtained 1,100 trial points. Obtained "Ultimate punishment"scenario. ]

Ultimate punishment: suitable for multi-target punishment scenarios. Multiple punishments can be set for in-game punishment.

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Jack did a quick check. He was a little disappointed that although the rewards were quite good, the difficulty level was only graded as good.

"Next time, I want to be graded excellent!"

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Chapter 51: The Case of the Hobo Abuse

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Ross squatted on the ground and smoked one cigarette after another. All over the ground beside him were cigarette butts.

Teasing!

Humiliation!

He had led Task Force Zero to be completely fooled by the Death Inquisitor. They now looked like monkeys!

He was an outstanding sheriff in the New York Police Department. He had been awarded the Medal of Merit many times, but now he was in such a sorry state.

Ross took out his phone and called Terrence.

"Chief Superintendent, I apply to withdraw from Task Force Zero. I don't have the ability to solve this case. I'm no match for the Death Inquisitor!"

Anthony, who was standing at the side, felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. Although he and Ross used to be competitors, work was work. Moreover, it was Ross who applied and asked to be transferred to Task Force Zero. He was very grateful in his heart, but he was somehow hurt that Ross was acting that way.

There was a moment of silence.

Terrence's voice sounded on the phone. "I watched the entire death broadcast this time. Do you know why I named the Task Force Zero instead of number one, number two, and number three?"

Ross had never thought of it. He had never wondered why.

"Why?" Ross was not in the mood to care about these things and asked casually.

"Task Force Zero...I wanted all of you to start from scratch. Why did the Death Inquisitor defeat you so easily? To make you collapse? It was because all of you were fighting against the Death Inquisitor with pride. All of you were once the most outstanding people. There was pride in your blood. You thought that you could easily capture the Death Inquisitor, but now you have met a strong opponent. He made all of you completely fail. Your pride was shattered, and your entire person collapsed! Is this the attitude and spirit that a New York police officer should have?"

The corner of Ross's mouth twitched slightly.

"Let go of the pride and honor of the past. Now, from scratch, arrest the Death Inquisitor. This is what a real New York police officer should be like!"

Ross's eyes were a little moist. Indeed, he used to have many honors and was very proud. He realized that he had been blindly confident until he met the Death Inquisitor. He was defeated by the Death Inquisitor time and time again.

"Chief Superintendent, I was wrong!" Ross muttered.

"Face yourself and face your opponent. You still have a long way to go!" Terrence sighed and continued, "The higher-ups are very serious about this case, but you don't have to bear a burden. The Death Inquisitor has very good public support, and his live broadcast did not cause public panic. Therefore, the higher-ups instructed that while investigating the Death Inquisitor, carefully investigate the criminal acts of the sentenced person, and release the investigation results in a timely manner to minimize the social impact. Isn't the live broadcast room impossible to shut down? Then delete all the recorded videos that are circulating on the Internet and block everything related to the Death Inquisitor. After doing all this, we will continue to investigate bit by bit. We cannot relax at all. In the end, it will be best if we can solve the case. After all, the Death Inquisitor is still a criminal. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ross understood. The conclusion was that if they could solve the case, that would be good. If they could not solve the case, they would reduce the social impact. However, they had to keep pursuing the case. They could not allow the Death Inquisitor to continue to be arrogant!

"Chief Superintendent, I understand. I have disappointed you just now!"

"All right. Don't be too conceited and don't be too self-abased. Rest well tonight. I will meet you all tomorrow."

Da Da Da Da.

The high heels hit the floor, and the sound was very clear and loud.

Adalind was wearing black silk, which wrapped her slender and beautiful legs very well. On her feet was a pair of 15-centimeter red high heels. She carried a bag in the crook of her arm as she walked into the hotel lobby. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her curvy buttocks and big breasts swaying along with her steps, especially attracting everyone's attention.

The lady on duty looked up at her and couldn't help but envy her figure and face.

However, while she was signing up on the registry, the lady on duty looked behind her and realized that there was a very slovenly man who looked like a tramp. The lady on duty revealed a very disdainful gaze.

She registered, paid the bill, and went upstairs with the room card.

Adalind went upstairs. The lady on duty was about to chase the tramp out when she heard the tramp speak first.

"I want to get a room." The tramp took out the money and slapped it on the table. His eyes kept wandering around the lady on duty, and his expression was very wretched.

The lady on duty looked at the tramp with contempt and disdain. She didn't know where this tramp got the money to pay for the room, but out of professional courtesy, she still booked a room for him according to the tramp's request.

After the tramp went upstairs, the lady on duty lay on the table and continued to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of high heels came again. Adalind came down. This time, she took off her stockings. Her fair, slender legs were almost perfect, but her red high heels seemed to be brighter.

Because Thompson worked 24 hours straight, Jack also had to work 24 hours straight.

At seven o'clock in the morning, there were a lot of people in the Empire State Building. The office workers flooded into the building like a tide.

Jack was a little sleepy and yawned.

"Hey, did you see the news about beating up homeless people?"

"Yes, I was so angry that I didn't even eat in the morning. It's too f*cking cruel! How could a homeless person be bullied!"

"People nowadays are really perverted. How could they have the heart to do that?"

"The problem is that the law has no deterrent effect on such people. They don't even want to care about bullying a homeless police officer who has no status!"

"We really should let the Death Inquisitor arrest and interrogate them. We should torture such people!"

"Right, right, right. If everyone goes online to petition, the Death Inquisitor might even make a move!"

Jack frowned. "Beat up a homeless man? What homeless man?"

He opened his phone to search for keywords, and a group of photos actually appeared. In the photos, there was a woman in black silk who was kicking the tramp with her high heels. The tramp did not dare to fight back. He just hugged his head and curled up into a ball. His body was bleeding, and the photos were very bloody.

"F*ck!"

Jack's gaze became very cold. However, all the torturers had to have a sin value of more than 60, such as thieves, fighting, and so on. These people usually did not have a sin value of more than 60. For this kind of abuse of a tramp, the sin value would rarely exceed 60. Of course, if the cruelty was extreme and the psychopathy was extreme, it would be different.

Jack looked at the photo. It seemed to have happened in a hotel. From the tightness of the leg muscles and the tightness of the skin on the feet, it could be determined that the torturer was between 20 and 25 years old. In addition, judging from the length of the calves and the size of the soles of the feet, the abuser should be between 160 and 165 centimeters tall.

Good figure—clearly a young woman.

It was easy to see after such cruel abuse of the homeless man that the abuser had a serious psychological defect.

'This woman is very dangerous and abnormal. Her maximum sin value must be over 60!' Jack thought.

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Chapter 52: Bloody Eyeballs

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Jack said, "Do you want me to make a move?"

"Friend, don't meddle in my affairs. It won't do you any good. It might even take your life!" As the man spoke, he slightly adjusted his body, like a cheetah waiting for its prey. He was already prepared to strike.

With a cigarette in his hand, the corner of Jack's mouth rose slightly. Just like that, he walked into the man's attack circle.

Swoosh!

The man leaped up and rushed over with all his strength. He raised his knife and stabbed it.

"It's over, it's over!"

"You're courting death! Why do you have to pretend! Can't you just wait for the police to come!"

"It would be such a pity if such a handsome young man died here!"

"You have to show off in front of the crowd. You deserve to die!"

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts changed. Some were worried, some were afraid, and some were even very happy.

However, what happened next stunned everyone. They saw Jack walk past the man, but his speed was very fast, like a bolt of lightning. In that instant, before anyone could see him clearly, he had already passed by.

Then, they looked at the man who stole the bag.

His face was filled with shock and fear. He left a shallow cut on his neck, and his blood turned into a red line.

Jack held the cigarette in his right hand and the man's switchblade in his left.

The whole process took less than a second!

"TSS TSS TSS..."

The cigarette burned, and the sound spread out clearly in the large hall. At this moment, everyone was stunned. Their mouths were wide open, and they forgot to breathe.

"Leave your wallet! You can leave now!"

After saying that, Jack put the man's switchblade into his pocket and smoked. Just like that, he left the Empire State Building under everyone's shocked gazes.

Hiss!

After Jack had left, the man took a deep breath. He was so scared that he did not dare to breathe. He touched his neck and almost fell down. Then, he threw down his wallet and rushed out of the door to escape.

"What happened? Am I hallucinating?"

"He's a master. He took down the thief with a knife so easily!"

"He's so powerful! Is he a boxer? Or a special agent?"

"He's so handsome and so powerful! He's perfect! I should have met him just now!"

The crowd finally reacted. They looked at Jack's back in the distance with shock and admiration.

Bunir realized that his mouth had been wide open the whole time. He quickly closed it and unhappily said, "F*ck! This guy actually let that guy go!"

The elegant Jennifer on the side did not hear what he said at all. Her eyes were staring straight at the place where Jack had disappeared. Her mind was filled with his cool and cold figure and temperament.

"What's his name?"

"Jack. It's a very common name." Bunir did not forget to belittle Jack.

The woman nodded, her eyes filled with admiration.

After quitting his job, Jack went home and laid down. Exhausted, he directly laid down and fell asleep.

When night came, the lights in the entire city were lit up, and the nightlife in New York began.

In the hotel room, the man's body was tightly pressed against the woman's, and his lips kissed the woman's neck and earlobes, and his large hand lifted up the woman's short skirt, reaching into the inside. Separated by a thin layer of cloth, a warm breath hit his hand. It was very exciting.

"Do you want it..."

The hot breath of the woman blew into the man's ear, and his legs could not be controlled.

"Wait a minute. I need to go to the bathroom first."

The man was a little unwilling, so he deliberately dug hard and said, "Hurry up!"

The woman called out softly, turned around, and went into the bathroom. After going to the bathroom, the woman pressed the button on the toilet.

Just as the woman was about to leave, the water in the toilet bubbled.

"It's blocked? How is that possible?" The woman frowned and pressed an even bigger button. The water suddenly turned red and a bloody eyeball floated up from below.

"Ah!"

The woman screamed and lost control of her bowels. She passed out immediately.

Twenty minutes later, the police cordoned off the scene and fished out some organ fragments from the toilet bowl. In the bathtub in the bathroom, they found the body of a homeless man. There were more than ten needle holes on his body. The blood had been drained and his stomach had been cut open by a knife. The organs inside were all gone. Only a small part of the organs had been fished out from the toilet bowl. Many of the organs had gone missing. The scene was very bloody and horrifying.

"F*ck!"

"This is too f*cking perverted!"

"This level of blood can be compared to that of the Death Judge!"

Other than a forensic doctor, several police officers ran to the side and vomited after they saw the internal organs and the homeless man's body.

Just as the police were doing their best to investigate, someone posted a message online.

"Cruel! A heart fragment was found in the hotel toilet! The entrails of the homeless man's body were dug out!"

There were even a few secretly taken photos of it. This caused the entire internet to boil again.

"F*ck! Who did this? This is too perverted!"

"Investigate! Quickly investigate! Catch him quickly. He must be sentenced to death!"

"I didn't even dare to look at the photos. Poor homeless man!"

"Only an animal can do such a thing. We should dig out his internal organs and throw them into the toilet!"

"This is too disgusting! Too scary! Did they do this to the homeless man for a black market organ transplant?"

The netizens were furious, but the news made the police very passive.

Originally, the police were investigating the situation in the guest room, checking the guests one by one, checking the surveillance cameras, and so on. But before the results came out, the news had already spread out. It was too bad because if the criminal saw the news, he would definitely run away in advance. It would then be more difficult to solve the case.

However, to the police's surprise, the autopsy results showed that the homeless man's time of death was between four to six hours. After checking the room, they came to the conclusion that there was no one in the room at that time. No one had checked in at the hotel one hour before everything happened. The guest room was empty that day. The man and woman who found the homeless man's body were the only ones who checked in.

According to the testimony of the receptionist, the homeless man came to get a room on his own and stayed in another room.

All of this evidence made the police very distressed. They could not find any clues at all.

Just when the police were a little confused, a woman wearing a black silk sat in front of the computer desk and holding a very thin cigarette in her hand spoke up.

"Ho ho..."

The woman sneered and flicked the cigarette ash. Then, she lifted her right leg and pressed it on her left leg. Her calf was straight and slender that they looked almost perfect. She was wearing a pair of bright-red high heels.

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Chapter 53: Death Notice in Blood

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Jack, who had been working all night, didn't wake up until late that night.

There were several more news notifications on his phone.

One of them was about the homeless man again.

But this time, it wasn't declared as torture—it was stated to have been murder!

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"The body of a homeless man whose blood has been drained has appeared in the hotel. Multiple organs have been lost!"

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Jack casually clicked on the news. There were also a few graphic photos.

Even though the photos were blurred, Jack could still smell the blood and feel the miserable state of the homeless man's death from the photos.

He flipped through a few photos.

"Huh?"

Jack frowned. He noticed that there was a scar on the part of the homeless man's body, and it was very similar to the scar on the body of the homeless man who was reported to have been abused by the homeless man just the previous day.

He looked at the news release again.

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"Loss of Multiple Organs."

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The homeless man that no one paid attention to.

His body's blood was drained.

There were many needle marks.

There were many small but deep wounds on the body.

The wounds were neat.

There were penetrating wounds.

"Penetrating wounds?" Jack said in a low voice.

He recalled the woman's red high heels in the incident of the homeless man's abuse. Was it a coincidence? Could it be more than that?

Jack's gaze gradually turned cold, with a hint of excitement in it.

A day later, the New York police's investigation wasn't making any significant progress. There was no case of a missing homeless man reported in the entire New York City, and no one would care about the disappearance of a homeless man. Some experts speculated that the homeless man could not stand his miserable life and decided to commit suicide in a hotel. However, this speculation was immediately attacked crazily. No one could stand the idea of a homeless man pulling out all his organs and draining his own blood. The investigation fell into a fog.

At this time, on the side of Task Force Zero, all the members put down all their honor and pride and started over. From zero, they were ready to fight the Death Inquisitor to the end.

After two days, all the content and news about the Death Inquisitor, the live broadcast of the death, and so on were all deleted from the Internet. Some people would post about it one minute, and the next minute, they would be deleted.

Under the joint attack of Task Force Zero and the higher-ups, the news about the Death Inquisitor began to fade from online platforms.

However, this could not stop people's enthusiasm. Although there was no news about the Death Inquisitor on the public platform, the Death Inquisitor was still the most discussed topic in private group chats.

"Do you think the Death Inquisitor will take action on the case of the homeless man's corpse?" Judy asked casually while eating her doughnut.

Monica was also interested. She analyzed for a while and said, "He is a very confident criminal with a tendency to invade. Based on my understanding of his personality, he will intervene in such an extremely brutal case! However, he must know who the murderer is!"

Ross nodded and said, "With the intelligence of the Death Inquisitor, perhaps he has already taken the lead in the police station that is investigating this case. Maybe? No. That's for sure! He must have already known who the murderer is! Unfortunately, we are not in charge of this case. Otherwise, we can compete again this time!"

Anthony said, "If the Death Inquisitor makes a move, this case will be under our control."

"If we wait for him to make a move, we will probably have to watch the live broadcast here," Bowman added.

Ross nodded and sighed. "Although that's what we said, we can't lose confidence. Even if the Death Judge is difficult to deal with, we have to find a way to catch him."

The police station was abuzz with the police force's discussions.

Meanwhile, in front of the computer in a dark house, the screen was emitting a weak light that reflected the woman in front of it.

Her slender long legs were wearing black silk, which was very seductive. The woman had a cigarette between her slender fingers. She placed her beautiful legs on the table and kept shaking them.

"Gardner, do you have a target tonight?"

"What's wrong? Do you need money so badly?"

The woman fiddled with the red high heels on her feet and said resentfully, "Am I doing this for money? My high heels aren't even bright anymore."

"The police are too strict these days. You know that. Just bear with it. If you can't, just find a homeless person. Nobody cares about them anyway."

"Will it be the same? Just kicking them a few feet is not enough. If I don't see too much blood, it's not exciting! Gardner, you're the best. Can't you do something about it? Besides, I did it so covertly. I didn't leave any evidence behind, and they're just a bunch of useless cops trying to catch me."

"The police are all useless, but isn't there a Death Inquisitor? It's better to be more careful these days!"

"Gardner, just tell me if you have one. Can't you think of a way?"

"Why? Are you still angry?"

"How would I dare to be angry with you, Gardner? If you want to play with me, I can play with you. My high heels aren't bright anymore, but I have to kneel down and beg you."

The man laughed and said, "You little slut. Tomorrow. Wait until we find a suitable target."

The woman smiled and said, "Okay then. I'll wait for your news. When the time comes, you can play with whatever you want."

The woman hung up the phone and heard a click. It sounded like the door was ringing.

"Who is it?"

The woman put her long legs down from the table and stared at the door. She frowned and coldly said, "Huh? Why is the light in the bathroom on? Didn't I turn it off? Do I remember correctly?"

The woman got up and walked over. She pushed open the closed door of the bathroom. A familiar smell stimulated her nerves.

It was the faint smell of blood!

"Blood?" she muttered.

The woman was a little excited by the smell of blood.

But the next second, the excitement in her heart turned into fear.

The toilet was filled with red blood, and there was a black card floating on it. The words on the card were written in blood.

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Death Notice!

Prisoner: Adalind

Crime: torture, murder, organ removal

Execution Date: April 25, 2021

Executor: Death Judge

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"How is this possible? The police can't even find me! How did you find me!!

She stood there in shock. "It's over! It's over! What day is it today!"

When Adalind suddenly remembered that it was April 25, her heart suddenly contracted, and she felt a fear that she had never felt before. She widened her eyes in fear. The moment she turned her head, she suddenly saw her own reflection in the mirror. Her pale face was shocking. Her eyes had completely lost focus. They looked like two big holes, just like that of an evil ghost.

"Ah!" Adalind screamed, turned around, and pushed the door open. She wanted to run out of the house like crazy.

But just as she was about to escape from her house, her neck felt like it was being pricked by needles. She felt a slight pain, and then she lost consciousness.

Bzzt bzzt bzzt.

On the online live broadcast platform, a live broadcast room filled with snow suddenly appeared.

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

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Chapter 54: Begging the Judge To Let Her Go

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At the New York Police Department, inside the Office of Task Force Zero...

"The Death Inquisitor has started the live broadcast!"

A loud shout came from the office. Judy's fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard as she spoke, playing the live broadcast of the Death Inquisitor on the big screen.

"He really made a move!" Ross's gaze was fixed on the big screen.

In the broadcast room, a long-haired woman with a hot body and a beautiful face was locked in an iron chair. Her shirt had been taken off, revealing her flat stomach.

Above the armrest of the iron chair, there were two thick needles. The shape of the needles was strange. They were facing the woman's hands. There were steering wheel-like devices on both armrests.

There was a broken fruit knife in front of the woman. The part of the blade was broken like a saw, and there was a pair of red high heels not far in front of her, facing the woman's eyes.

On the other end of the room, there was a scale. On one end of the scale was a glass beaker, and on the other end was a weight that pressed down on the scale. On the two ends of the scale were two broken wires.

Looking at the device in the live broadcast room, the people of the police station could not understand what kind of game the Death Judge was going to play.

"The Death Judge has returned to a specific place to kill people," Monica said.

"This device looks very complicated. I wonder what kind of game he is going to play this time!"

Anthony took a deep breath and said, "The slanted scale and the wires on both ends should be the key to the game. I wonder what it is used for!"

At this moment, Ross's gaze fell on the red high heels not far away from the woman.

"Judy, pull up the photos of the homeless man incident a few days ago. Compare them with this woman and the high heels in front of her to see if they are the same person!"

With a series of typing sounds, a few photos were pulled out. Soon, the comparison was completed, and Judy said, "That's right! It's her. This woman is called Adalind. She's 23 years old and is 164 centimeters tall. She used to be a model. Last year, for some unknown reason, she retired from the modeling world. Now, she lives at 1708, 17th floor, House 23, Manhattan."

Willie glanced at Ross. His tone was not very good as he said, "Could it be that she was arrested and put on trial because she abused a homeless person? This crime is indeed very unsympathetic and terrible, but it is not to the point of being sentenced to death, right? Isn't the Death Inquisitor a little too much? Or maybe he couldn't find someone who has committed a serious crime? Perhaps he only arrested her to satisfy his desire to kill?"

Ross sighed as he listened to Willie's analysis. He shook his head and said, "It won't be that simple. Let's continue watching."

At that moment, in the live broadcast room, the viewers were also very excited. However, their focus was completely different from the police.

"Wow, this woman is really beautiful. Those long legs, those perky buttocks, and look at these big breasts. They're really too sexy!"

"Could the judge have made a mistake? It would be a pity to execute such a beautiful woman. She's such a beauty!"

"That's right. Why don't we continue in a few days? Let me play with her for a few days. I can offer a very high price!"

"Don't think about it. Do you think the judge runs a brothel? Why don't we just let the judge do it? Just let him broadcast it for us!"

"Agreed. The judge can broadcast it for us. They can't shut down your broadcast anyway. I've never seen such a gruesome broadcast on a legal platform before!"

"What did this woman do? I don't know why, but this woman looks very familiar."

The audience kept commenting on the bullet screen. They were all very curious and extremely excited because the woman was too beautiful. Her devilish figure made many people have to type with one hand.

Just as the netizens kept sending bullet screens, Adalind woke up. She saw that she was fixed on an ice-cold iron chair and that there were still some unknown devices in the room. She suddenly recalled what had happened before she fainted. Her beautiful face instantly turned very pale.

"Death Judge! I've been captured by the Death Judge!"

Adalind looked around in fear and screamed loudly.

"Help! Is anyone there? Help me!"

"No need to shout. No one will come to save you. I'm the Death Judge. I want to play a game with you." Jack's cold and hoarse voice rang out in the empty room.

Hearing this voice, Adalind trembled with fear. She had watched the previous death livestreams, and now that she heard this voice at the scene, she was so terrified that she almost peed her pants.

She also knew in her heart that anyone who played the Death Inquisitor's games had all died. There were many people who were smarter, stronger, and fiercer than her, but none of them survived, so she completely understood her situation.

"I don't want to play games with you. Please let me go. You're mistaken. I'm really not a bad woman."

"Really?"

Adalind hesitated for a moment and said, "I admit that I was the one who abused the homeless man a few days ago. I was the one who took the photos and posted them on the Internet. But you can't kill me because of that, right? "There are too many people who have abused the homeless, and I don't know how many people have beaten others. Do you want to kill them all?"

After she finished her words, she won the support of the audience for the first time in the live broadcast room, either because she was reasonable or because she was beautiful.

"It makes sense!"

"I also spat on the homeless when I was a child."

"I threw a stone at a homeless person."

"Although I never bullied a homeless person, I chased away a homeless person who was lying in front of my shop."

"Please don't kill her, judge. Just punish her."

Jack glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, shook his head, and in a hoarse and cold voice, said, "Then do they have as many organs as you?"

Adalind's expression suddenly changed, and the corner of her mouth twitched. She knew that she had to deny this matter.

"What organs? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"She's lying!" said Monica, who was watching the live broadcast.

"She might be the main culprit of the homeless man's case. That's why the Death Judge captured her!" Ross analyzed.

At that moment, Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded again. "That pair of red high heels in front of you is very bright. How much blood from homeless men's bodies did you use to make it look that red? You tricked the homeless man into the hotel and then drugged him. You used a scalpel to cut open his stomach and remove his organs. Do you think you didn't leave any traces?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. You can check my hotel records!"

"You used sex as an excuse to lure a homeless man to a hotel and let him get his own room. Then, you and he would climb along the windowsill to an empty room. When a homeless man sees you, of course, he will only think about sex. He won't notice anything wrong at all. You're really smart."

"Your imagination is really rich, but I didn't do it. You're slandering me!"

Jack knew that she would deny it. In a cool voice, he answered, "I found a video on your phone. Do you dare to watch it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the television not far from Adalind suddenly turned on.

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Chapter 55: Begging the Judge To Kill Her

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"Uh, uh, uh..."

On the television, the screams and struggles of the homeless man could be heard. However, because he had already been drugged, he could not make much of a sound.

In the picture, Adalind was wearing red high heels. She was crazily stomping on the homeless man with the slender heel of one of her stilettos.

"This is so satisfying! I'll stomp you homeless people to death!"

Her nail-like heels pierced through the homeless man's body, dyeing Adalind's black silk red and making her high heels even more colorful.

The homeless man's voice gradually became more shrill. Adalind took out a sealed scalpel and surgical tools from her bag.

"Consider yourself lucky. You have to seize the time to remove your organs, or else I'll torture you to death!" Adalind had a ferocious and perverted smile on her face. As she spoke, she raised the scalpel in her hand and stabbed it directly into the homeless man's abdomen. Then, she slowly cut it off.

"Uh, uh, ah!"

At this moment, the tramp was still awake. Seeing her stomach being cut open, she let out a shrill scream.

"What a beautiful wound. Let me add a few more for you!"

The next moment, a twisted and ferocious face appeared in the live broadcast room. The smile was evil and crazy. It was Adalind.

In the live broadcast room, when the audience saw Adalind's twisted and crazy, extremely perverted smile, all the good feelings they had for her disappeared.

Now, all the hair on their bodies stood on end. Their hands and feet were trembling with anger. They wanted nothing more than to rush into the live broadcast room and kill this woman.

"F*ck! Pervert! Is she even human?!"

"She actually cut open the man's organs while he was still alive and conscious! What a devil!"

"I was wrong just now. I beg the judge to quickly kill this woman!"

"I actually took off my pants in front of her just now. Now I want to chop off my hands. I'm guilty!"

"I'm really too stupid. I was almost fooled by her just now. I beg the judge to quickly kill her!"

"You can't just kill her like this. You have to make her suffer before she dies!"

At that moment, the audience in the live broadcast room was still going crazy with anger. The bullet comments begging the judge to sentence her flooded in, instantly drowning out the entire live broadcast room.

Adalind was also dumbfounded, regretting why she had made the video.

"What's the big deal? I didn't kidnap them. The families of these vagrants don't care about them. They won't live long wandering outside. They'll basically die in the winter. So what if I tricked them into coming over to play? I can still let the people in need live longer by cutting off their organs."

Adalind was still trying to quibble, but the audience in the live broadcast room was completely enraged by her words.

"Ahhhh! I'm going to go crazy from anger. Are these the words of a f*cking human?!"

"I really want to crawl into the computer and kill her! This devil!"

"Help me cut her as well!"

"We should just chop her into minced meat and feed her to the dogs!"

"Even such a scum dog isn't willing to eat her!"

Countless viewers were enraged. Some of them were so angry that their hands and feet were trembling. They were about to roll their eyes and almost died from anger.

Jack coldly glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room. His personality had always been calm and rational. However, Adalind's words just now did not seem to resonate with him. Life seemed to mean nothing to her. This shocked Jack.

"All right, the video is over. Today's execution live broadcast officially begins. Since you like to cut other people's internal organs so much, then this game is very suitable for you. The name of the game is 'The Scales of Death.' In Egyptian mythology, the god of death, Anubis, would weigh the heart of the dead after a person died. If the heart was heavier than a feather, then it would be devoured by the monster. The rule of the game is different. See the scale in front of you? The scale is tilted now. There are two wires at the ends of the scale. You can put anything you have into the glass beaker of the scale. It can be internal organs, eyeballs, or blood. There is a round wheel device on your left and right sides. You just need to turn them like a steering wheel. The needle on the wheel will slowly stab into your arm and suck your blood into the glass beaker. Or you can use the fruit knife in front of you to remove any parts of your body and put them on the slide above your right hand. It will slide into the glass beaker. As long as the two ends of the scale are balanced, the wires on both sides will be connected, and the iron lock on your head will be opened. Otherwise, when the time is up, your red high heels will stab into your eyeballs and then into your brain. Don't think about using your hair. Your hair will only block the slide, and your organs won't be able to slide down. Let me remind you that the weight on the scale is 1,500 grams. Whether you live or die, it's your choice. Now, the game starts. You still have 10 minutes."

Jack had just finished speaking when the video ended. The television screen flashed and turned into a timer, followed by an annoying countdown sound.

At the same time, the iron lock that fixed Adalind's left and right hands automatically opened, allowing her hands to move freely.

"This game is too exciting!"

"The design is really ingenious. As expected of the Death Inquisitor. He used this woman's own way to execute her, and she even used her high heels as a torture device."

"This game is ruthless enough. It's so bloody to let her remove her own internal organs by herself!"

"What if she chooses to draw blood instead of cutting her internal organs?"

"That's impossible. The judge said that the weight is 1,500 grams. If a normal person draws more than 1,000 grams of blood without timely blood transfusions, they will die. So, she will try to balance the scales by drawing blood. Before the high heels could stab her to death, she would die from excessive blood loss."

"If she wants to live, she can only draw a part of her blood and cut off some organs that aren't essential so she won't die immediately."

"How could the judge make such a mistake? It must be a trick!"

The audience was celebrating because of Jack's exquisite design.

Meanwhile, in the office of the New York Police Department's Task Force Zero...

Ross and the others frowned.

"If she wants to live, she has to cut off her own organs. This Death Judge is really ruthless!"

"Ruthless? I don't think so. Although the Death Inquisitor is our opponent, this kind of woman deserves to die!" the hot-tempered Willie said.

"Although the equipment of this game looks complicated, the rules of the game seem very simple. Could there be a thought trap hidden in it?" Monica looked at Ross.

Ross stared at the scene on the big screen. Looking at the complicated equipment, he carefully thought about what the Inquisitor said and then shook his head.

"I don't know, but I'm sure that this is only a part of the game, not all of it. The Death Judge only said that the iron locks on the head would be opened, but he didn't say that the iron locks on the waist and legs would also be opened. If it can't be unlocked, how can Adalind leave?"

"Yes! This is only the first part of the game. It seems that it's impossible for Adalind to leave alive."

"Because the Death Judge has never thought of letting anyone leave alive." Ross frowned. "Let's not worry about that for now. Let's start analyzing the live broadcast scene and quickly locate this crime scene!"

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Chapter 56: Willing To Be a Slave

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At that moment, Adalind's entire body was trembling from fear. She was a pervert who had killed many people and had personally removed many organs. These things had made her very excited.

However, that was because doing it to others excited her. She never thought that she would have to do it to herself. It was also because she had done this many times with her own hands that she was even more aware of how terrifying it was. Now that it was her turn, she was so terrified that even her soul was trembling.

"Ahhhh! Why me? Let me go!" Adalind screamed. She was in complete despair. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and could fall down and be smashed into minced meat in the next second.

'Don't panic, don't panic. Calm down, calm down... There must be a way to survive. There must be another way.' Adalind kept taking deep breaths and tried to comfort herself to calm down.

Adalind listened to the countdown on the TV, looked at the red high heels, the broken fruit knife in front of her, and the thick needle hanging above her. She felt darkness in front of her, and her body, which had just stabilized, started to tremble again. Her mind was blank, and she couldn't find any solution at all.

She knew that every Death Inquisitor had an unexpected but simple thought trap. She thought that her IQ was not low, and she wanted to use her brain to survive, even if it was only for half a second, but she couldn't do it. In her mind, there was only the sound of the countdown, the red high heels, the fruit knife, the thick needle, and extreme fear. She just wanted to leave that damned place immediately.

"Let go of me! Let go of me quickly! Ahhhh!"

Adalind struggled crazily again, but her ankles, waist, and head were all firmly locked by iron chains. She could not move at all.

She felt complete despair.

"F*ck! What a terrible scream! It hasn't even started yet!"

"Hahaha! This shows the brilliance of the judge. All the torturers at the end knew that the judge would leave a loophole, but we didn't expect that these people would be unable to think in such an environment. They know that there is a way to survive easily, but they couldn't find a way. That's torture and these scumbags deserve it!"

"Stop screaming. Cut open your stomach and organs. I can't wait to see it!"

"Are you a pervert too? You actually want to see this!"

"There aren't so many perverts! I just want to see this scumbag tortured!"

Looking at Adalind's extremely twisted and hideous face, the audience was so happy that they were even happier than they were when they got married and had children.

At that moment, after the three-minute countdown, the timer on the television turned into a red number, making it even stranger.

Adalind, who had been tortured by the mental pressure for three minutes, saw that the timer had turned red.

Her expression became dull, and she trembled violently. Then, with a whoosh, a turbid liquid seeped out from her black silk and flowed down her legs.

She peed her pants.

She was so scared that she peed her pants!

"Aiya! It's just the beginning, and she peed already!"

"The person in the top comment is too unprofessional. This isn't called peeing. It's called excitement. Don't you understand!"

"Indeed, we've all misunderstood her. She's not timid at all. To be able to get excited just like that, she's simply a warrior!"

"I admire the judge, but I have an idea. If we use a prickly whip, won't it make her even more excited?"

"I support using prickly whips! It would be best if we add candles to drip on her body. No, we should use alcohol lamps!"

"You guys sure know how to have fun. The judge might as well pull a few people from the audience to assist him. I really want to see someone appear on camera and execute her personally!"

"I also support this idea. I can do it. I often watch horror thrillers. This kind of thing will definitely be easy to do!"

"Drop the candle and let me whip her. I can do it too!"

Watching Adalind being tortured like this, especially mentally and psychologically, although it looked scary, the audience in the live broadcast room was very happy. They were happier than ever. They kept sending bullet messages, tips, and all kinds of gifts.

When Adalind finished peeing, her nerves seemed to be broken. She actually felt like she was breaking free. Perhaps it was because of the human body's stress response that her mind suddenly became clear.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared in the live broadcast room. Adalind's expression seemed to have gone crazy as her eyes widened and she began to laugh.

"Ah Ah Ah! Don't! I won't let you succeed. I won't die. I will live!" Adalind kept saying, as if she had gone mad. There was only one way now. The only way was to shake the handle to draw her own blood.

The iron lock on Adalind's wrist had been removed. Her left and right hands could move freely, but the iron lock on her arm was still locked, so her movement was very limited.

The rotating wheel that controlled the needle was not big. There was one on her left and right sides. She used her hands to grasp and shake the rotating wheel. The gear was driven, transferring the power to the needle above her hands.

Crack, crack, crack, crack...

Accompanied by the sound of mechanical meshing, the needle slowly descended.

The shape of the needle was a little strange. It was not like an ordinary needle. The mouth of the needle was not round either. Instead, it was triangular in shape, with three corners protruding outwards.

Time passed bit by bit. Adeline forcefully suppressed the fear in her heart and the trembling of her body. She kept shaking the rotating wheel in her hands, and the needle soon reached the back of her hands.

But at this moment, she stopped, and her body couldn't stop trembling.

She was too afraid!

She knew that if the human body drew more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, there would be a risk of death. With her weight, it might not take more than 1,000 milliliters to take her life. Moreover, no one had ever left the death broadcast alive.

"Why? Why me? I beg you! If you let me go, I will do anything for you. As long as you don't torture me like this, you can play with me however you want. I am willing to be your slave and serve you for the rest of my life. I beg you, please let me go." Adalind suddenly burst into tears and pleaded with the Death Judge.

"Hehe! She gave in just like that. She's not even as scared as the high school students before. Even the high school students are not as scared as her!"

"How boring. Can't you hold on for a little longer? That strange needle is going to be stuck in her hand soon!"

"Why are you still begging for mercy? You have already been captured. Do you think the judge will take a fancy to you?"

"If you want to be the slave of the judge, then tell me what you know how to do. You don't know anything, yet you still want to be the slave of the judge!"

"Of course you know how to do everything! This kind of woman has probably been toyed with by others long ago. What else can you not know?"

"Hehe! You still want to be a slave of a judge? Looking at you disgusts me! How disgusting!"

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Chapter 57: So Hurry up and Do It

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Jack looked at Adalind with a gloomy expression. He felt that this kind of woman was even more disgusting than maggots in a septic tank.

However, the comments of the audience suddenly changed. He looked helpless and did not know what to say.

"Judge, my figure is better than hers. I'm turning 18 years old this year. If you kill her, I'll sleep with you!"

"Look at my profile picture. I'm confident that I'm prettier than her. Moreover, I'm a virgin. Although I don't know anything, judge, I'll do anything you want me to do. The prerequisite is to kill this scumbag first!"

"I can do it too. I have more experience and my skills are definitely better than hers! As long as the judge tortures her to death quickly!"

"I don't have so many requirements. I just like judges. I'm also 18 years old. I want to marry the judge. is the judge married? It doesn't matter if he's married. I don't care!"

"Judge, if you're not interested in women, I can also offer my ass. This place hasn't been developed yet. I beg the judge to kill her quickly!"

Jack looked at the bullet screen that kept floating past him. He didn't know what to say. Regardless of whether it was in his previous life or the current world, it was very popular to sleep with fans. Some celebrities who didn't do well would even cheat their fans of their money, those people had no idea what self-esteem was.

Including those novels he had read in the past, after the protagonist had transmigrated, he would be surrounded by many beautiful women. After sleeping with one, he would sleep with another. His daily life was like a breeding pig. However, Jack wasn't such a person!

He said, "In the live broadcast of death, I don't believe in anyone's tears, and I don't accept anyone's repentance. I'm a judge, not a priest. In the face of death, all repentance is fake. There are only two paths here. Either you work hard to survive, or you quietly wait for death to come."

Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded like that of a devil from hell, causing Adalind to tremble involuntarily.

After Adalind cursed, she calmed down and said in a low voice. "Ahhhh! Quickly let me go! You damned thing! I won't die here! I'll get out alive! Yes! I'll get out alive. I'll work hard to survive! I still have a beautiful life. I want to get out!"

The rules of the game appeared in her mind again. As long as the scale remained balanced, she could get out of there alive. Blood and organs that could be harvested might not necessarily kill her. There was still a chance!

Thinking of this, Adalind gritted her teeth and shook the wheel with her hand.

The needle was stabbed into the back of her hand. Adalind could feel the stinging pain on the skin on the back of her hand.

In the live broadcast, the camera focused on the back of Adalind's hand. The sharp needle had not pierced through the back of her hand yet. The skin was slightly sunken due to the pressure. Adalind's hand was also shaking the rotary table. As the two hands were shaking, the skin was pulled by the needle. It could pierce the skin at any time. All the viewers were waiting for this moment.

Suddenly, Adalind stopped what she was doing and started to laugh crazily.

"Hahahahaha!"

"I've seen through your trick. If I draw blood first, I'll feel dizzy due to excessive blood loss. Then, I'll cut off my internal organs. I'll definitely make a mistake. By then, I'll be dead for sure!"

Adalind's eyes were very gloomy. She said with a crazy expression, "You didn't expect it, did you, Death Judge? You didn't expect me to see through your trick, did you? I'll be the first person in your live broadcast room to get out alive!"

In the Office of NYPD Task Force Zero...

"This idiot. She thought she had seen through the judge's design," Judy said disdainfully as she looked at the big screen.

Willie frowned, scratched his head, and said, "Isn't it? I thought she would get out alive. I still feel a little regretful."

Ross shook his head and said, "Remember that you are a police officer. You have to have your own stance!"

"Adalind was scared silly. She has gone crazy now. She may have had some hallucinations. It's basically impossible to get out alive." Monica also shook her head.

"Why? Isn't this the judge's mental trap?" Willie still didn't understand and asked again.

Bowman explained, "What she said is actually true. Drawing blood first will indeed cause dizziness and affect the removal of the internal organs later. But even if the internal organs are removed now, it still won't solve the problem. The weight is 1,500 grams. How many grams of internal organs and blood can be removed?"

"If it were you, you would still have a chance to survive if you draw more blood. However, with her weight, she won't be able to draw so much blood after the internal organs are removed. If she draws so much blood, she will definitely fall into a coma and wait for death. Unless we can find her within five minutes after she falls into a coma!"

"Then won't she be dead for sure?" Willie asked.

Ross glared at Willie and said, "Can't we find her quickly? Haven't we locked down the crime scene yet?"

"Sir! Not yet!"

"Even if we can't find her, she might not die. From the previous live broadcasts, the judge is an extremely confident person. He always leaves a huge loophole, and this time is no exception. As long as Adalind can find this loophole, she will be able to survive." Monica analyzed from the side.

Jack, who was hiding in the darkness, heard Adalind's explanation and found it a little funny. This stupid woman actually thought that this was the biggest secret in the design of his game. Logically speaking, with this woman's degree of caution in committing crimes, she wouldn't be so stupid. However, because of fear, her brain had already become dull. Now, she only had the instinct to survive.

"You're very smart. You actually discovered the secret in my design."

Hearing the judge say this, Adalind felt a burst of joy in her heart. Her originally distorted face due to fear revealed a smile. She had a chance to live!

The cold and hoarse voice sounded again. "So, hurry up and cut off your internal organs."

As soon as she finished speaking, Adeline's smile stiffened and froze on her face.

She trembled again.

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter. This idiot thought that he had cracked the judge's design!"

"You want to fight with the judge with your IQ? Hurry up and cut off your internal organs. If you don't cut off your internal organs soon, there won't be enough time. When the time comes, your brain will be pierced by high heels!"

"What a waste of time. The countdown is almost half over. Hurry up and cut off her internal organs!"

"This woman won't cut off her internal organs until her head is blown off by the high-heeled shoes, right? That would be too boring!"

"No, not many people are willing to wait for death when they have a chance to live. At least, a scumbag like her can't do it!"

"You didn't see her expression. I'm dying of laughter. My smile froze!"

"The judge is really amazing. He even divided his words into two sentences. First, give her hope, then make her despair!"

At this moment, Adalind began to turn the wheel in the opposite direction. The thick needle did not pierce the back of her hand in the end and began to rise slowly.

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Chapter 58: This Was a Trap

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"I won't die so easily. I will survive. When I get out, I will definitely kill you. I will empty your innards and drain your blood!" Adalind cursed crazily. When she saw that she couldn't find any loophole in the judge's game, she was furious. She was even fooled by the judge.

First, give her hope, then make her despair.

This made her even more desperate than before.

There was no other way. She could only use the methods in the rules. Fortunately, she had already thought of cutting the internal organs first, and there was still hope to survive. Otherwise, she would really be dead!

Soon, the needle was shaken up, and it would not affect the movement of her two hands.

Picking up the fruit knife in front of her, she could feel that the fruit knife was not as light as a scalpel, it was very heavy. Looking at the serrated blade on it, Adeline's right hand that was holding the knife trembled. She could not do it.

Although she had cut many people's internal organs, she couldn't do it to herself. She retreated. She was afraid. Only then did she realize how terrifying it was.

"Now you know fear! When you cut other people's internal organs in the past, why weren't you so fearful about it?!"

"Finally, I'm going to do it. It's been a few minutes. I'm getting anxious from waiting. My palms are all sweaty!"

"I'll let you have a taste of what it's like to be brutally murdered by you!"

"Do you know how terrified and desperate people are when they see their internal organs being removed by you?! It's your turn now. Feel It!"

"What are you afraid of? Do it! You've cut so many internal organs. What's there to be afraid of now?! You don't deserve to be afraid!"

"Stop talking! She's doing it!"

Just as the audience in the live broadcast room was getting angry, Adalind made her move.

In the live broadcast room, Adalind was looking for a position. Because the fruit knife was too long and difficult to operate, she directly grabbed the part of the blade with her hand. Bright-red blood slowly dripped onto the ground along the serrated blade, making a clicking sound.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..."

Before the fruit knife could pierce through, Adalind began to moan because of the pain and fear that came from holding the knife in her hand.

"Ah!" A shrill scream reverberated in the small room.

Adalind, who had found a position, stabbed the fruit knife into it. Blood gushed out from her lower abdomen. The camera was also aimed at the spot where the blood was spurting out. In the live broadcast room's screen, the audience only saw that the spurting blood dyed the screen red, as if the spurting blood covered the camera.

In the live broadcast room, the audience kept exclaiming in surprise, as if they were at the scene.

Even Jack could not help but exclaim at the magical and powerful effect of the intelligent live broadcast instrument bestowed by the system.

In the next moment, the screen returned to normal, only to see that Adalind had already stabbed the fruit knife deeply into her abdomen, and the blood slowly flowed down, dyeing the iron chair and the black silk on her legs red.

"Ah! This is all my blood! It's all wasted! How could I have forgotten! Cutting the internal organs causes a lot of blood to flow back. I should remember this!" Another scream sounded. It was only then that Adalind remembered that cutting the internal organs would also cause blood to flow, and this blood would not flow into the beaker on the scale.

"When I get out of here alive, I will definitely kill you! I will kill you!"

Adalind's voice was hoarse as she cursed in a sharp tone.

Her hands did not dare to stop moving. Adalind knew that the longer it took, the more blood would be wasted. Hence, she hurriedly cut open the skin on her stomach, but the sawtooth-like blade hooked onto her skin, and the cut was filled with minced meat. Every cut was a form of torture.

Adalind's hands were trembling. It was not because she wanted to do this, but because of the intense pain that made her want to commit suicide. She did not dare to cut as quickly as before.

She was not a professional doctor. If the trembling cut an organ that should not be cut, she did not know how to fix it. In the past, there was no way to fix the wrong part of a homeless man's cut, so she had not learned how to stop the bleeding in the wrong part.

The minced meat mixed with fresh blood dripped down with the blade. Soon, Adalind's lower abdomen was cut open by her. The peritoneum was also cut open. The internal organs inside could be clearly seen. It was extremely horrifying and disgusting!

"Oh my god! This is really too disgusting!"

"I was wrong! I should not have said that I wanted to see it. I underestimated the degree of disgust of this scene!"

"It's too disgusting, but I'm not afraid. I haven't eaten yet. There's nothing to throw up!"

"I've seen the human body's structural model in school before. I didn't think it was that disgusting. I didn't expect it to be so disgustingnow that I've seen it with my own eyes!"

"I've already thrown up everything!"

Just as the viewers in the live broadcast room were discussing how disgusting the human internal organs were, Adalind cut again.

She had already chosen the organs that she wanted to cut. She decided to cut the kidney first. People had two kidneys. Although cutting one would make their bodies worse, at least they would not die immediately.

She held the left kidney with her left hand and slowly cut it with her right hand.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

With a twisted and ferocious expression and a mournful wail, she quickly cut off a kidney and placed it on the slide. The kidney fell into the glass beaker along the slide. The balance trembled slightly and the angle of the tilt was slightly smaller.

Then, she found the location of the appendix in the complicated stacked intestines and cut it off.

In the office of the New York Police Department's Task Force Zero, meanwhile...

"She still has some medical knowledge. She even knows to cut off the kidney and appendix first," Bowman said with a cold laugh.

Willie scratched his head and said, "I know there are two kidneys. Does she also have two appendices?"

"There is only one appendix, but in the modern human body, the appendix is basically useless. It will only cause appendicitis." Bowman shook his head and spoke, thinking that the big man was too ignorant.

"Does that mean that she has a chance to survive?" Willie asked.

Bowman sighed and said, "The chance is very small. There is no suturing equipment after the internal organs are cut. She won't live long with her stomach open. Even if we ignore this point, it's clear in the video that the place she's currently in is not sterile. The fruit knife may not have been sterilized, and there are no gloves. Even if she escaped, if she would not be sent to the hospital in time, she would be infected. It is difficult to survive under such circumstances."

Ross was staring at the big screen. He frowned and said, "No, I have a feeling that something is wrong. What kind of trick is the Death Inquisitor playing?"

"I know!" Ross suddenly said. "This is a trap! We were all fooled by him!"

"We all know that there must be a thought trap inside. What kind of trap is it?"

"Yeah, what kind of trap is it?"

Everyone looked at Ross in surprise, curious about what the Death Inquisitor's trap was.

Ross was completely shocked. Even as an opponent, even if he wanted to capture the Death Inquisitor like crazy, he had to admit that the Death Inquisitor's design of the thought trap was too genius!

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Chapter 59: The Trap That Shocked Everyone

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In front of everyone's eyes, Ross slowly said, "This game doesn't need internal organs at all!"

When this sentence was said, some of the people present thought about it, while others were puzzled.

Willie was the first to ask, "Why won't she need internal organs? What would she use if not her internal organs?"

Everyone also looked at Ross, wanting to know the answer to this riddle.

"Do you still remember what the judge said at the beginning?" Ross said. "Use the fruit knife in front of you to remove any parts of your body."

"He specifically emphasized that he wanted to remove the parts of his body. He also told the myth of Egypt. He also named the game 'The Scales of Death' to mislead Adalind!"

"He said not to use hair because it would block the slide. Hair is not considered an internal organ!"

"In fact, the scale is just an ordinary metal scale. As long as something is heavy enough, it will press down on the scale."

When the crowd heard this, they were completely shocked!

No one had thought of such a simple method, let alone Adalind who was in danger.

"So? What does it mean?" Willie still asked in confusion.

"So, she doesn't need to use her internal organs to bring down the scale. As long as she doesn't block the slide, she can use anything. She just needs to draw some blood and put the fruit knife in, and she will be saved! Every word of the Death Judge was misleading Adalind, making her subconsciously think that the game was to be completed with blood and internal organs!" Monica explained.

"If she puts her bra in as well, there will be less blood drawn," Judy added with a red face.

Willie widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "It's that simple?"

"That's right. It's that simple."

"F*ck! This damn Death Inquisitor! Does he treat everyone as pigs? !" Willie angrily punched the table and cursed.

Everyone looked helpless. According to what you said, our IQ is not even as good as a pig's?

"Of course we are not pigs!" Bowman said helplessly.

"Step by step, he misled us, making us slowly fall into the trap of thinking. Our eyes can only see what he wants us to see, and we ignore the answer that is placed in front of us. He is like a hunter, a patient poisonous spider, letting everyone slip into his death spider web bit by bit!"

"This Death Inquisitor is really too terrifying!"

"This is a thought trap. The human mind has a kind of inertia. Our thinking is too conventional, but the Death Inquisitor just happens to be able to set all kinds of obstacles and traps in our mind's blind spot," Monica analyzed.

"This is also related to the fact that we are all police officers. We have seen too many crazy and abnormal criminals. Subconsciously, we think that this kind of game needs to be completed with blood and internal organs. If it were a child, it might be very easy for him to think of this, but as police officers, we just can't think of it."

At this moment, in the live broadcast room...

Adalind had already cut off all the organs that she could cut off. The kidneys, appendix, half of the liver, and gallbladder had also begun to draw blood.

Seeing that the countdown time was constantly shortening, but the blood was still being drawn slowly, Adalind regretted why she cut so slowly just now. Why didn't she do it faster!

"Faster! Draw faster! There's no time!"

"The internal organs have been cut. I don't want to die here!"

A mournful wail sounded in the room. Adalind no longer looked like a human, but more like an evil spirit that had climbed up from hell.

The cut on her lower abdomen was hanging on both sides. The edge of the cut was very messy, and a few pieces of flesh fell down from time to time. The abdominal cavity was not as clear as it was when the cut was made, and many of the internal organs were already broken. Half of his liver made people's hair stand on end. The uncut internal organs were also submerged in the blood. Her entire stomach was like a garbage can filled with animal residue in a slaughterhouse. It was very scary!

The red timer on the television was still ticking.

Seeing the remaining 30 seconds fly by, Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded like the countdown of death.

"Twenty-nine."

"Twenty-eight."

...

"Ahhh! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Watching Adalind let out a miserable cry, the live broadcast room was boiling.

"You still don't want to die? Did those homeless people want to die? !"

"This b*tch, hurry up and die!"

"It's finally here. Did you watch the live broadcast just to wait for this moment?!"

"I didn't. I enjoyed watching the torture in front of me!"

"I also watched the torture in front of me. Cutting open my stomach and cutting off my internal organs was too exciting!"

"It's so bloody. How can you watch it? I covered it with my hands. I even turned off the sound!"

"I was scared too. I turned off the screen to watch it. But at the last moment of execution, I have to open my eyes wide and watch carefully with the sound!"

The bullet screens in the live broadcast room continued to drift, but Jack's voice continued to sound.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Bang!

A loud sound echoed in the room!

Just as Jack counted down to one, the red high heels stabbed Adalind's eyes!

But at the same time, enough blood was drawn, and the scales were balanced. The iron lock on Adalind's head was untied, and she instantly tilted her head!

The red high heels hit the iron chair, directly breaking the 15-centimeter heel.

"I survived! I survived!" Adalind laughed like crazy, spitting out blood.

Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded again. "Congratulations on balancing the balance in time, but I'm very curious, why didn't you put the bra and fruit knife in?"

Adalind, who had been laughing a moment ago, was stunned when she heard this. She whispered, "What?"

"You lied to me! You lied to me! You said that you wanted me to put in my organs and blood! Ahhhhh!"

Hearing Jack's words, Adalind was not the only one who went crazy. The live broadcast room was also boiling with excitement.

"What! Fruit knife?! Why didn't we think of that!"

"Oh my god! This is a genius design! This kind of thinking trap! This kind of misdirection! The judge is too amazing!"

"What do you mean by this is a genius design? This is a genius design! The judge is a super-genius!"

"A huge loophole, a simple method, coupled with a sophisticated and perfect psychological misdirection—the effect of deceiving everyone was achieved! The Death Judge is definitely the most genius psychologist in the 21st century!"

"That's right! The most talented psychologist! Who is the Inquisitor? ! It can't be an old man, right?"

"It's also possible. It's impossible for a young psychologist to do such a thing!"

"I don't believe it. The Inquisitor is definitely a handsome young man!"

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Chapter 60: Where Was the Trap

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Jack glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room. Seeing that the audience had understood the secret of his design, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Just now, because of your fear and stupidity, you were unable to complete the first round of the game with excellence. Your situation began to become worse. If you want to leave alive, you have to work harder! The needle has stopped drawing blood. It will return to its original position from the back of your hand in a minute. But fortunately, you're still alive. You still have a chance to try the second round of the game. Whether you live or die, it's still up to you."

The sound of mechanical transmission could be heard. A chainsaw reached out from under the iron chair. The sawtooth was flashing with light, looking very scary.

"How is this chainsaw supposed to be played?"

"Could it be that she would have to use the chainsaw to cut off her legs? That way, she would be able to leave the iron chair."

"Your IQ makes me worry. Does she still need to play after sawing off her legs in this state? She would die immediately!"

"Forget it. Stop guessing. Let's listen to how the judge explains the rules of the game!"

The audience started guessing about the use of the chainsaw. A minute quickly passed.

Accompanied by the sound of mechanical transmission, the wheels on the chair turned in the opposite direction, and a strange needle slowly pulled out the back of Adalind's hand.

The triangular needle made it difficult for the needle hole on the back of her hand to close. It looked like a triangular hole that was slowly bleeding along the back of her hand, dyeing the iron chair completely red.

Kacha!

The sound of a mechanical bite was heard. The needle rose to its original position and triggered the second mechanism. As a series of gears rotated, the chainsaw under the iron chair slowly rose and stood in front of Adalind, and the length of the chainsaw reached the top of Adalind's head.

Looking at the chainsaw in front of her that reflected the weak light, a deep fear rose in Adalind's heart once again.

"What do you want? Let me go! I've already won. Let me out!"

Ignoring Adalind's shouts, Jack slowly explained, "The device in front of you is a chainsaw called the human butcher. It only takes a second to cut your entire body open. The rules of this level are very simple. Just now, you've already balanced the scales, connected the circuits, and opened the iron lock on your head. Now, you need to let the scales lose their balance again so that you can connect to another circuit. All the iron locks on your body will be opened, and you'll be free. Otherwise, you'll die from excessive bleeding. The second level of the game also has a time limit of ten minutes. But with your current blood loss, I'm afraid you won't last more than ten minutes before you go into shock."

After listening to Jack's explanation, Adalind's eyes widened, and her face was full of fear. It was hard for her to imagine the scene of the chainsaw cutting her body and cutting her in half. Just thinking about it made her body tremble.

"Let go of me quickly. You've killed so many people. You...you won't have a good ending. You...will die a terrible death!" she shrieked.

"If I would have died a terrible death after killing only a few people, then you should have died a long time ago. Every tortured person who passed through this live broadcast room should have died before I found them, but they didn't. The bad people will never be punished for being bad. "The most important thing is how to play your cards well. That's the only important thing. Of course, you can choose to do nothing and just wait for death to come. As I said before, whether you live or die, it's up to you. Now, the countdown for the second stage has officially begun."

As soon as Jack finished his sentence, the timer on the television turned back to ten minutes and began to count down again.

"You, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Adalind wanted to curse again, but due to the continuous bleeding from the needle hole on her hand, she had lost too much blood. Now, her entire body was weak, and she could only spit out a few indistinct sounds with difficulty.

"It's not like that. It definitely isn't like that. There must be a trap. I won't be fooled by you again, definitely..." Adalind spat out sounds that only she could understand, and blood kept coming out of her mouth. Her mind was still thinking about what Jack had just said, trying to find a loophole in the game.

"The judge still knows how to play. First, I'll let you balance the scales. After that, I'll let you balance the scales!"

"The judge really knows how to torture people!"

"Using a chainsaw to cut open the body! Just thinking about it is hurting my mind! I wonder what it would feel like if I really sat on that chair right now!"

"Is there anyone with a higher IQ who can analyze the loopholes in this game?"

"How can the loopholes be so easy to figure out? If they were easy to spot, then what's the point of being executed? The person would just run away!"

"Actually, the loopholes are not difficult to find. The loopholes left by the judge are very obvious. It's just that the mind traps will mislead us and make us ignore the loopholes in front of us!"

"That's not right! Then why don't she just put her bra and fruit knife into the slide?"

"I can tell that you didn't look carefully. After she cut her internal organs with the fruit knife, her hand went limp and fell to the ground. Now, she can't take her bra off without a knife. There's even an iron lock on her arm."

"Then, she can't even cut her internal organs. She can only draw blood?"

"If she continues to draw blood, she might directly pass out. There's another way. She can use her hand to dig out her eyes and put them in."

The audience in the live broadcast room was discussing how to break the second round.

Meanwhile, in the office of the New York Police Department's Special Task Force Zero...

Ross was frowning deeply with a very serious expression. He was also trying to find a loophole in Jack's game.

"The most important thing is how to play the cards in your hand. This is the only important thing. What other cards does she have?" Ross whispered.

"The only card she has left is her life. She has no other choice!" Hart said.

Bowman nodded and said, "At least there is one thing that the Death Judge is not kidding about. With the blood flow rate on the back of her hand, she will soon go into a coma and go into shock. She won't be able to last for more than ten minutes. After that time, she will lose too much blood. Even if she survives, it will be difficult to save her."

Monica thought for a moment and said, "I think that setting a trap in the first stage will cause people to be used to thinking. In the face of such a terrifying chainsaw, people will think that there is a trap in the second stage. This is the result of a psychological suggestion. Therefore, I think that the Death Judge didn't set a trap this time. After all, he didn't intend to let this woman go."

"I agree with this statement. The Death Inquisitor said so much just to confuse Adalind and let her waste her time thinking about loopholes. This is actually a kind of trap. After all, if she doesn't make a decision, she will really die there," Anthony said.

Hearing this, Judy smiled and said, "If that's the case, that's also very good. I kind of want to give a gift to the Inquisitor."

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Chapter 61: Fell Into a Trap Again

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Ross helplessly asked, "By the way, how's the bank tracing going?"

"I tracked down a part of it and realized how very cunning he was. He distributed all the money that he had given out during the live broadcast. Some people got dozens of dollars, some got thousands and even tens of thousands of dollars, and there were at least hundreds of people involved."

"He's really cunning, Judy. If you can lock down all the people who got the money, we're not far from success. The Death Inquisitor must be among those people!"

Judy said, "That's right. I've thought about this too, but it's very difficult. But I'll do my best to do it."

"Okay. You must figure it out as soon as possible. Thank you for your hard work." After saying that, Ross turned his eyes back to the big screen. He scanned the effective information in the lens one by one, hoping to crack and find the scene. However, the lens was only locked in the room, unlike the previous chase outside, and there was too little effective information that he could use.

In the live broadcast room, Adalind's brain was working at a high speed. She analyzed the words of the Death Judge word by word, trying to find a loophole in it.

"I got it!" Adalind suddenly shouted. She was excited, proud, and all kinds of expressions bloomed on her face.

"F*ck! What do you know? You scared me by shouting!"

"It can't be. Is there really a trap?"

"What is it? What kind of trap is there? What cards does she have?"

While everyone was confused, Adalind turned the wheel with difficulty.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The needle at the top slowly came down again and soon reached the back of Adalind's hands.

Adalind adjusted the position of her hands and pointed the needle at the needle hole.

Her blood was still dripping from the needle, dripping into the hole on the back of her hand.

The needle slowly moved down and pierced through the needle hole, blocking it. Immediately, the bleeding speed on the back of her hand slowed down, but the edge where the needle came into contact with the back of her hand was still bleeding.

Adalind's hand did not stop. She gritted her teeth and continued to shake the wheel. The needle continued to pierce.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." A low groan sounded. The needle quickly pierced through Adalind's palm. The needle hole on her hand was squeezed, and it stopped bleeding.

Seeing this scene, Jack, who was hiding in the dark corner, smiled coldly.

"The wound is blocked. Adalind bought herself a few minutes to wake up, but what's the use? She still needs to make the balance lose its balance!" Monica said.

Ross sighed and said, "Just like Anthony said, this is a trap in itself. Adalind was deceived again. She bought herself time that was useless."

"Not exactly," Bowman said. "This time is very useful for the audience and the Death Judge because, with more time to wake up, Adalind will not lose too much blood and go into a coma. Then she will be able to stay awake until the countdown ends, and she would have a chance of not seeing herself being cut in half by the chainsaw!"

After listening to Bowman's explanation, the muscles on their faces twitched.

It was too scary!

The Death Inquisitor was too scary!

This was similar to the first stage.

Adalind was tricked by the same trap twice.

Adalind was not stupid. On the contrary, she was very smart. She was not connected to the government in any way. The reason why she was able to commit so many murders without being caught was entirely due to her own brilliant modus operandi. She did not leave any evidence behind.

But the Death Inquisitor was smarter.

She was actually able to easily toy with a high IQ criminal!

The Death Inquisitor was a terrifying and respectable opponent for the police.

However, the audience in the live broadcast room did not think so much. Their focus was all on why Adalind had used a needle to pierce her palm.

"What is she doing? She's using a needle to pierce her palm again!"

"Is she preparing to draw blood to break the balance? But she has already pierced her palm. She can't draw any blood!"

"I don't know. Maybe she just likes the feeling of pain. She should be a masochist!"

"The needle has blocked the wound. Now that the blood is not flowing, she will not be unconscious for the time being. She has a few more minutes!"

"The judge gave her too much time. If I had only given her ten seconds, I would have killed her!"

"Can you understand the judge? The judge is absolutely confident. He is confident that he can deceive everyone and won't let anyone discover his flaws!"

"If it was really you, you might have been tied to the iron chair by this woman right now!"

The bullet comments kept sending out, and Adalind's brain kept running.

"The bleeding has stopped. What's next? What should I do? What cards do I have in my hand?" Adeline said as she looked around, trying to find a flaw in the environment. She looked very crazy.

Beep! Beep! Beep.

The television was still counting down. The sound of the timer kept stimulating Adalind's brain, interrupting her thoughts time and time again. She could not calm down at all. All that was left in her mind was that beep beep beep sound.

"Ah ah ah, what exactly is the trap? You damn pervert! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Adalind screamed shrilly, but only she could understand what she was saying. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering all over her body and face. She looked extremely ferocious, like a devil that had crawled out of hell.

Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded again. "Do you think you're very smart? You'll be killed by your cleverness. There's not much time left for you. Whether you live or die depends on your choice."

Adalind looked at the television. The timer showed that there were only five minutes left.

"Please, give me a hint! Just a hint, please!"

Although he did not understand, looking at Adalind's pleading face, she could understand what she meant, and Jack teased her. "You are already in a trap. Your crazy actions have bought you useless time to wake up. But for me and the audience, it may be of some significance." Jack's words were like a bolt of spring thunder.

Adalind was instantly stunned. At the same time, she was startled awake. There was no shortcut for her to pass this level easily. She had fallen into the Death Judge's trap again.

It was another IQ suppression.

Looking at the needle that pierced through her palm, Adalind struggled crazily and roared.

"Hahaha! This idiot has been fooled by the Death Judge again!"

"What a stupid pig. Do you still want to fight with the judge? If the judge doesn't say it, I'm afraid you won't even know how you died!"

"Stop struggling and let the chainsaw cut you open! I can't wait until your organs and brains fall to the ground!"

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Chapter 62: Shattered Eyeballs

Adalind finally understood her situation.

Looking at the chainsaw in front of her, Adalind's body began to tremble. A deep fear spread throughout her body.

"No, I can't die here! I must get out alive!"

Phew!

Adalind took a deep breath. Her hands began to slowly spin the wheel, but because both of her hands had been pierced, it was very difficult to move this time.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

At this moment, the needle hole on Adalind's palm started to bleed again.

"No!"

Adalind realized that if the needle was removed, blood would continuously flow from her palm. That way, she would lose too much blood and pass out before long.

She did not dare to draw any more blood.

There was no other way. Adalind decided to use the needle to plug the wound with her left hand and only use her right hand to complete all the movements.

"UH UH UH UH UH UH..."

Adalind slowly used her trembling right hand to shake the wheel bit by bit. Blood flowed out of her palm from time to time, and she let out a painful moan.

Following the movements of her hand, she quickly pulled the needle out of her middle right hand.

The needle hole on her right hand had become a through-and-through wound, and the bleeding speed was even faster.

She had to speed up!

She had no time left!

Adaline directly reached her right hand into the open abdominal cavity, ready to use her hand to grab another part of the remaining half of the liver.

When her fingers touched the liver, she instinctively trembled for a moment, but her long fingernails directly pierced into the soft liver. Immediately after, she felt a sharp pain. Her right hand suddenly contracted, and a small piece of the liver was stuck on her fingernails.

"Ahhhh!"

Adalind, who was still weak, screamed out loud. The pain from the liver made the courage she had just mustered disappear in an instant.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

"Is there anyone who can save me? Is there anyone? Please, someone, please save me!"

After she cried for a while, the room was still silent. Other than the sound of blood falling to the ground, there was only the damn ticking sound from the television.

Soon, eight minutes had passed.

Looking at the countdown on the television, Adalind gulped and looked at the chainsaw in front of her again, which seemed to be stained with blood.

"Live! I want to live! I must live! Oh right! I have some on my hand. It might be useful!"

Adalind carefully placed the liver that she had clipped on her fingernail onto the slide. The liver fragments slid towards the glass beaker.

Bang!

The liver fragments fell into the blood with a slight sound, causing a small splash of blood. Then, the scales tilted slightly and stopped moving.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Slowly, Adalind reached her right hand into her abdomen again.

"Death Judge, just you wait! When I get out of here alive, I will use all my strength to kill you. I want you to experience ten times more pain than I did today!" Adalind's eyes were wide open as she cursed.

However, no one understood what she meant.

After saying that, Adalind stretched her hand towards her liver. It seemed that the intense pain from before was unbearable. Her hand suddenly stopped.

Then, she took her hand out of her abdomen and stretched it towards her left eye.

"What is she doing? There is only half of her liver left. Why didn't she grab a bit more? Why is she going to use her intact eyeball instead?"

"Maybe she's been tortured by the judge until she went crazy!"

"She's not crazy. She's very clear-headed now. There are too many nerves in the liver region. In her current state, if she were to grab her liver, she might directly faint from the pain. Although there are a lot of nerves in her eyeball, there are not many nerves responsible for the sense of touch, so it doesn't hurt as much."

"Although this woman has been begging for mercy, her will to survive is very strong! She's still removing her organs. If it were someone else, they might have already fainted from the pain!"

"This kind of scum is most afraid of death. When she was killing those homeless people, she never showed them mercy. She was even so happy then. Now, it's her turn to be afraid!"

In the live broadcast room, the audience was still posting bullet comments.

Adalind had already placed her hand on her left eye.

Phew!

Taking a deep breath, Adalind suddenly inserted three fingers of her right hand into her eye socket!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Accompanied by Adalind's painful moan, a trace of bright-red blood and transparent liquid spurted out of her eye socket.

At this moment, Adalind's eye socket was bulging so much that it almost fell out of her eye socket. It was even scarier than the scariest horror movie.

"Ah... Ah, ah..."

Adalind quickly realized that the eye socket was so small. Although it could accommodate her three fingers, after grabbing the eye socket, it was impossible for her to retract her hand.

"F*ck! You pervert! You're the one who deserves to die!" Adalind cursed.

Jack listened to Adalind's inarticulate curses and listened quietly. He waited for the chainsaw to start. He wondered how Adalind would look as blood would spatter out of her beautiful figure.

Adalind cursed a few words and stopped the useless curses.

She knew that it was useless to curse. She had no other way now.

The countdown was still going on. There was no more time for her to continue cursing and delaying.

If this continued, she would only be cut in half by the chainsaw.

Her distorted eyeball, which was under the pressure of her fingers, stared at the chainsaw in front of her. It seemed that she was hallucinating. The chainsaw seemed to have started roaring crazily.

Adalind subconsciously blinked her eyes hard, but her left eye contracted violently. Another sharp pain came.

"Ah!"

Feeling the pain from her eyeball, Adalind screamed. Fortunately, her right eye blinked normally, and she saw that the chainsaw had not been activated yet.

Her right hand tried to grab the eyeball again.

"Ah!"

In the live broadcast room, the camera showed a close-up of the scene.

Her right hand squeezed the eyeball hard, and the huge pressure caused the eyeball to become a very flat oval, looking like a hamburger made of an eyeball.

TSS!

In an instant, the eyeball broke, and a large amount of transparent liquid splashed out from the crack, mixed with some bright-red blood vessels. As the camera turned, it could be seen that the huge pressure on the eyeball caused the transparent liquid to splash far away, directly spraying onto the television.

The red countdown on the television continued, and time passed quickly. The transparent and viscous liquid slowly flowed down from the television, passing through the television and dripping onto the ground.

Bang!

A deep sound was heard. The eyeball in Adalind's right hand completely exploded. It was like a crushed egg in her hand. At the same time, the shattered eyeball was also taken out from the eye socket by Adalind, and there were still some threads connected to the eye socket at the back of the eyeball.

"Ah!"

Adalind suddenly pulled and screamed. The optic nerve connecting the eyeball to the eye socket was directly torn off.

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Chapter 63: The First Survivor

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"Ah!"

"Ah!"

A shrill and ear-piercing scream came out from Adalind's throat. At this time, her left eye had already become a pitch-black hole. A few drops of blood flowed out from the hole and slowly slid down her face. She looked like a malicious spirit that crawled out from a horror movie!

"F*ck! That's too scary! Quickly send some bullet screens to cover her!"

"I fell off my chair from the fright! She really looks like a female ghost!"

"F*ck! She's shouting so loudly! Just now, my dad knocked on my room door and told me to watch this kind of movie with a lower volume in the future!"

"Me too! Fortunately, my parents also know about the live broadcast of death! Otherwise, it would really be hard to explain!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was completely shocked by the scene in front of them. One by one, they sent bullet comments crazily. They were especially disturbed by that scene showing a portion of the optic nerve threads hanging from Adalind's eye sockets. It looked really scary!

"You want me to die, but I have to live! Ah, uh, uh..."

Adalind let out a strange laugh. She held the broken eyeball in her right hand, as if she was staring at the camera. The scene was extremely strange.

Adalind placed the eyeball in her hand on the slide rail. The eyeball rolled on the slide, rolling faster and faster.

Plop!

The eyeball fell into the glass beaker, splashing some snow. The eyeball in the glass beaker, which had a bit of blood in it, was quickly smashed down. It directly saw the outside of the scale, which actually reduced a part of the weight of the beaker. The scale started to sway slightly from left to right, becoming more tilted, but in the end, it was still a little bit away from breaking the circuit.

The circuit was still connected.

"Ah! Just a little bit more!"

"If there wasn't that little bit of blood that was splashed out, she could have broken it. Just a little bit more!"

Adalind let out a strange cry and waved her right hand crazily.

"Great! Just a little bit more!"

"It's that little bit of blood that was splashed out. Otherwise, the circuit would have been broken!"

"Idiot! Wouldn't it have stopped the splash of blood if she had pried the eyeball open!"

"It can only be said that this is fate. Fate wants her to die there today!"

"Not necessarily. She still has time! Don't be too happy yet. She might still be able to grab some internal organs and put them in!"

Just as the audience was celebrating over the coincidence and crazily sending bullet comments, Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded again.

"Thirty."

"Twenty-nine."

Hearing Jack's cold voice, Adalind, who had been in a frenzy just now, instantly woke up.

Adalind glanced at the timer on the TV. It was the same as the Death Judge's report. She didn't have much time left.

She looked at the chainsaw in front of her again, and her body trembled. She stared at the balance in front of her with the only eye she had left.

She was almost there.

It was just a little bit more!

If she put in a few more of her internal organs, the circuit would be cut off, and she would be able to escape!

"That's right! I want to live! I can't die yet! I still want to go out and use all my strength to kill you! Death Judge! I will be the first person to leave your livestream room alive! I want to live! I want to live! I want to live!"

Other people could only hear a strange scream, but only Adalind knew how strong her will to survive was!

She reached out her right hand to her abdomen, gently placed it on the liver, and grabbed it hard!

A small piece of the liver was grabbed off. Without caring about the pain, Adalind put her hand on the slide rail and let go.

Pa!

With a soft sound, the liver did not fall onto the slide, and it directly fell to the ground.

"Hahaha! She's missing an eye, so she can't see the distance clearly!"

"This stupid pig! She's so stupid!"

"It's not that she's stupid! It can only be said that this is Fate's work!"

Adalind's foolish behavior was met with a wave of ridicule from the audience.

"Ah!"

In the video, Adalind realized what she had done. She let out a shrill scream. She did not even scream that much when she had taken out her liver.

"Twenty."

"Nineteen."

Jack's cold countdown continued.

"I want to live! I want to live!"

Only the strong will to survive could support Adalind in a situation where she had lost too much blood and was seriously injured. She could not be angered by her actions just now and faint.

Enduring the intense pain from the loss of her liver, Adalind reached into her abdomen again and gently placed her hand on the liver. The intense pain made her tremble. This time, she learned to be careful and did not insert her nails into it.

Phew!

Taking a deep breath, Adalind directly inserted her right hand into the remaining liver and ruthlessly cut off a small piece.

This time, not only did Adalind use her eyes to look, but she also placed her hand directly on the slide before she dared to let go.

The liver rolled down, but the small piece of unformed liver did not roll down as fast as the oval eyeball. It slowly slid into the glass beaker and did not splash blood.

The balance tilted, and the circuit was cut off.

The iron lock on the iron chair that was holding Adalind loosened at this moment.

"Hahaha! I won! I won! Death Judge! I'm the first person to get out of your live broadcast room alive! Just you wait! I'll use all my connections to kill you!" Adalind laughed bitterly, and at this moment, she revealed a twisted smile. The optic nerve was hanging in the dark hole on her face, and there was a large opening in her stomach. It was filled with blood, and her internal organs were very damaged. Only a small piece of her liver was left.

Seeing this scene, the tens of millions of viewers in the livestream room did not feel fear but anger.

"There were only ten seconds left! How did she unlock it!"

"I'm so angry! How can such a scum like her be allowed to live!"

"What a pity! There were only ten seconds left!"

"I'm so angry that I can't sleep tonight! In the past, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep, but I didn't expect to be so angry that I can't sleep tonight! I'd rather be scared!"

"Ahhhh! I can't take it anymore! Judge, send out the address! You need to follow the rules of the game, but I don't need it! I'll call my gang members and kill her directly!"

"That's right! Everyone, petition for the judge to send the address! I'll also call my gang members to kill her! All the gangs in New York only need to come tonight! All of them lived together peacefully with only one goal, which is to kill this scumbag! Any grudges can be avenged later!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was fuming, and some gang members even wanted the judge to send the address and directly bring people over to kill Adalind.

Meanwhile, in the office of the New York Police Department's Task Force Zero...

Anthony took a deep look at Ross and let out a deep sigh of relief. To the audience, Adalind indeed deserved to die, but they were police officers. In the death broadcast case, Adalind was a victim, and now she had survived, the police had a better chance of solving the case.

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Chapter 64: What's Going On?

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

"There's finally going to be a first survivor! This will be of great help to us in solving the case. With help from the survivors who have come into contact with the Death Inquisitor, we will definitely be able to catch him this time!"

Hearing this, Bowman nodded, then sighed and said, "That's right. The probability of solving the case is much higher. It's a pity that I'm missing a corpse!"

"There are still ten seconds left. Will she faint directly? If she faints, then it's over!"

"No, she has already held on until now. One's will to survive is strong. Moreover, if she can hold on until now, her will to survive must be much stronger than the average person! At least she can hold on for another hour or until the doctor arrives!" Bowman explained.

At this moment, Ross, who was staring at the big screen with a frown, suddenly said, "No! Adalind is still going to die!"

"Why?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the Death Judge in the live broadcast room counting down to one. The timer on the TV set also began to ring rapidly.

Then, he heard a loud buzzing sound. The chainsaw had been activated, and the motor gave out a loud roar.

Adalind used her remaining eye to look over, only to see that the chainsaw standing in front of her started to tremble violently, and then the sawtooth began to rotate.

"F*ck! It's activated!"

Adalind was so frightened that she was about to get down from the chair. Only then did she realize that her left hand was still pierced by the needle.

At that moment, she wanted to use her left hand to directly pull the needle down. Only then did she realize that the needle was reinforced and could not be pulled at all!

"F*ck!"

As soon as she finished cursing, the sawtooth quickly approached Adalind.

Feeling the wind on her face, she instinctively leaned back on the chair, but there was no space left.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The camera zoomed in instantly, giving a close-up of death.

The rapidly rotating sawtooth started between her legs and instantly tore apart her pants. Then, flesh and meat, mixed with blood, splattered out from the sawtooth, her originally open stomach was now sawed apart vertically from the middle without any resistance. Her intestines were also sawed apart by the chainsaw. They flowed out from her stomach and scattered all over the ground. It was as if a bunch of snakes had crawled out from her stomach!

The scariest part was her head. The chainsaw went straight into her nose, followed by the terrifying sound of the sawtooth grinding against her bones. Her teeth were broken into pieces by the high-speed rotating chainsaw. As the chainsaw rotated, it was thrown everywhere. The skull on her forehead was as fragile as a bubble in the face of the roaring chainsaw. It was instantly cut open, causing sparks. Bright-red blood mixed with gray-white brain matter flowed down from the middle.

Finally, the chainsaw cut through the entire skull and spine into two halves. The two bodies that lost support instantly fell to the sides, and two gray-white semicircles fell from the skull.

It was Adalind's brain!

The entire room was dyed red by the blood that spurted out from the chainsaw.

The roar of the chainsaw motor gradually quieted down until it stopped.

"What happened? How did she die?"

"Right? Didn't the scales tilt? Why did the chainsaw start!"

"That's not right. The iron lock was already open. Why didn't she run?"

"No matter how she died, it doesn't matter! This scumbag is dead. I'm happy that she's dead! I'm giving her a gift!"

"Right! It's good that she's dead! We couldn't have let her live!"

"Is there anyone with a high IQ who can explain this! What's going on?"

"I don't care how she died. As long as she's dead, I'll give her a gift!"

"In the future, if the judges encounter any trouble, he can ask the assistance of our gang! For details, look at my profile!"

The viewers of the live broadcast room were crazily sending gifts.

In the office of the New York Police Department's Special Task Force Zero...

Everyone in the office, except for Ross, was very surprised to see this scene. However, Ross had successfully predicted Adalind's death, so everyone's gaze fell on him.

"Didn't she already succeed? Why did the machine start up again? Did the Death Inquisitor lie?" Anthony asked.

Ross said calmly, "No, he didn't lie. Think carefully about what the Death Inquisitor said."

Anthony thought for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed. He said, "Right. He said that if the scale loses its balance, it will connect to another circuit and open all the iron locks on your body. He didn't say that the chainsaw won't start. On the contrary, the balance is slanted to connect to another circuit in order to start the chainsaw in ten minutes! If she didn't do that, she would have bled too much. If she had held on for a little longer, she might have been saved!"

"Yes! That was it. This was the real trap. If she had lost her balance, she would have bled too much and died. If she couldn't have left in time, she would have been cut in half by the chainsaw. The Death Judge told her that she would soon go into shock after losing too much blood. It was not to remind her. It was just another thought trap! In the end, Adalind used a needle to pierce through her palm to stop the bleeding. In the end, she was trapped by a needle. She couldn't escape in time and was cut in half by the chainsaw!" Ross said as he understood everything.

"She unlocked the iron locks but was trapped by a needle instead. How ironic!" Ross added.

Although he had gotten the outcome right, it was stil an incomprehensible situation. If he was the one being tortured, would he have died as well?

Thinking of this, Ross felt a chill run through his clothes and spread through his entire body. He trembled violently.

Jack looked at the scene of death covered in blood and broken limbs with great satisfaction.

This was a feast of blood.

It was also the art of death!

Adalind's two halves lay on the iron chair. Bright-red blood flowed along the two sides of the body onto the black silk. Finally, it dripped onto the ground. The device that was used to fix the high heels was also cut in half by a chainsaw. At this moment, the high heels fell into the pool of blood, and it dyed the high heels a brighter shade of red!

"This time, it should be excellent."

As Jack thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He spoke slowly in a cold and hoarse voice.

"Today's death trial ends here. Let's meet again next time. Thank you for watching."

The live broadcast was turned off.

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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 the death trial is good 10."

"Reward obtained: 1,500 judgment points. Unlocked scenario: None."

"The live broadcast will be 5,560 dollars."

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Jack had a helpless look on his face. He did not know what to say.

"Good 10?"

How much more could it be?

Could it be that he had to increase it all the way to 100?

Most importantly, it doesn't matter if there were no good reviews. This time, no scene was unlocked.

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