Chapter 152: Death Trap
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
“This can’t be possible! No one has ever escaped the Death Judge’s punishnt.”
“Moreover, such a perverted dismbernt maniac can’t vent his anger even after being stabbed 10,000 tis. He’s dead for sure.”
“Don’t worry, this might be a trap in the judge’s mind. He’ll give you hope first, and when you feel that you’ve succeeded, he’ll make you despair.”
“Yes, that must be the case. Killing soone to kill their heart.”
The live broadcast room was flooded with bullet screens.
anwhile, Bowman’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, he passed the first ga so easily.”
Hhe found it hard to believe.
“Why is it so unreal? This is our long-ti opponent.”
“Bowman, you’re still as impatient as ever. Keep watching.”
Monica was a psychological writer. Although the Death Inquisitor had a peculiar way of thinking that was hard to fathom, she noticed that there was one thing that had never changed.
When faced with criminals, the Inquisitor was never lenient. Looking at all the previous live broadcasts, the criminals would receive the retribution they deserved.
Whether it was the separation of the human body or the collapse of the brain, whatever you the criminals did to their victims would be done to them, but more ruthlessly.
Since the Death Judge started broadcasting his trials, no one had been able to escape execution unscathed.
At this mont, Ross’s deep voice sounded, “How is it? Have you found the location of the live broadcast?”
“From the layout of the room, the clothes drying rack is dark and damp. This kind of environnt must be in a shady, gloomy area. It clearly hasn’t been exposed to sunlight for a long ti,” Monica analyzed.
“Also, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but on the upper left wall of Brent, there is the existence of rat moss. This moss is bigger than the branches and leaves of normal moss, and is usually distributed near Green Bill Mountain.”
Monica enlarged the live broadcast area and focused on enlarging the area.
Everyone was shocked. They imdiately turned on their computers and located Green Bill Mountain. As expected, they found this unique moss.
Because this kind of moss usually grows near water, it is very likely that the Death Judge’s live broadcast location was near Green Bill Mountain.
“This isn’t a smokescreen thrown by the Death Judge, right?” Bowman asked suspiciously.
They had been fooled by the Death Judge before, and it wasn’t the first ti. They had already suffered psychological trauma.
“No matter what, we can’t let go of this little bit of hope,” Ross said in a low voice.
He called the Law Enforcent Departnt of Green Bill Mountain directly and asked the police to quickly investigate the moss area.
The focus was on so abandoned factories or factories.
At this mont, in the dark wooden house...
Brent was ecstatic. He thought that he had passed the first ga, but there was a rustling sound. Jack said regretfully, “Congratulations, you didn’t pass.”
“Impossible! You cheated!”
His heart started to beat wildly. He looked at the big screen.
At this mont, the dazzling blood-red number “0” was so dazzling.
Jack’s cold voice sounded.
“The first stage is to find out what’s different on the screen. There are a total of 100 fra areas arranged on the screen. I didn’t say that it’s only limited to little girls. Now, take a good look at the fifty-first and the seventh.”
In the darkness, Jack sat on the boss’s chair. There was a Cuban cigar between his two fingers on his right hand. He looked at Brent with a mocking gaze.
As the voice ca, Brent’s gaze swept over. Suddenly, it was as if lightning struck, as if the entire world was enveloped by darkness.
He swallowed hard and turned his head to look at the high-temperature iron bar that was slowly approaching him.
He wanted to dodge and shout for help.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the decibel sensor in the room warned him. The steel nail on the dark helt was embedded a little further, causing waves of pain.
The steel nail was still 0.01 milliters away from piercing the skin.
He quickly covered his mouth because he knew that this was the rule of the ga designed by the Death Judge.
As long as the sound exceeded 30 decibels, it would trigger the activation device of the dark helt.
“Damn it, I was wrong. Let go! I swear I won’t dare to do it again,” Brent cried loudly.
According to psychological analysis, a man may look strong on the outside, be ruthless in his actions, and be a perverted demon, but he was extrely fragile on the inside.
Their external personality was just a disguise and a protective layer that wrapped around their hearts.
At this mont, Brent faced the external fear. This layer of protection was instantly torn apart, revealing his fragile instincts.
Jack sneered.
“In 2012, a 13-year-old girl accompanied by her mother in Jiahui District went back to San Francisco to visit her family. She got lost halfway, and her whereabouts are still unknown. Everyone thought that she was kidnapped by human traffickers, but in fact, she was kidnapped by you. You brought her to an abandoned warehouse nearby and raped her for three days straight. You also stole a bull and forced it to use aphrodisiacs to execute your perverted punishnt plan. You inserted the bull’s genitals into the girl’s lower body, causing her to die of pain. In the second half of 2013, a New York University student, Royce, also went missing. The New York police investigation has been fruitless since March, and he was listed as an unsolved case. In fact, he was eaten alive by you and turned into human skin art. In 2015, a bar’s high-ranking escort woman got into a taxi on the way to accompany her custors. She never thought that she would never appear again. Instead, you chopped her up, turned her into at paste, and fed her to dogs. In 2016—”
“Enough, stop talking.”
Brent’s eyes were blood-red as he roared crazily, causing the decibel sensor to be triggered again. The steel nails directly pierced into his scalp, and blood flowed out.
“The police didn’t even look for this. How did you know?” From his hysterical anger, the live broadcast room exploded again.
“D*mn! Other than the terrorist cases that happened recently, it turns out that this guy has already hard so many won. What are the police in New York doing?”
“Brother above, you’re right. We pay so much tax every year. Are we raising a bunch of trash?”
“The Death Inquisitor is just aweso. The cri rate in New York has plumted compared to before. This is all thanks to the Inquisitor.”
“That’s right. He is the specter of death. The law enforcer of death. No criminal can escape the Inquisitor’s punishnt.”
“The Inquisitor is aweso!”
Wave after wave of gifts filled the live broadcast room. Rockets, ships, and crowns filled the entire screen.
anwhile, Ross punched the glass of the window. There were a few cases that he was in charge of a few years ago. However, there were no clues to lead them to solving the case, and they were shelved.
However, he did not expect that because he did not persist back then, he would miss out on this crazy killer.
If he had caught it back then, there would not have been so many people killed.
Monica’s gaze was also cold as she looked at Brent, who was terrified in the live broadcast room. She wished that she could go over at that mont and send him to God with a forceful slap.
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