Chapter 61: Fell Into a Trap Again
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
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. So people got dozens of dollars, so 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 blood on her face.
“F*ck! What do you know? You scared 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 ca 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. Imdiately, the bleeding speed on the back of her hand slowed down, but the edge where the needle ca 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 ti that was useless.”
“Not exactly,” Bowman said. “This ti is very useful for the audience and the Death Judge because, with more ti 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 sa trap twice.
Adalind was not stupid. On the contrary, she was very smart. She was not connected to the governnt 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 ti being. She has a few more minutes!”
“The judge gave her too much ti. 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 comnts 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 environnt. She looked very crazy.
Beep! Beep! Beep.
The television was still counting down. The sound of the tir kept stimulating Adalind’s brain, interrupting her thoughts ti and ti 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 scread 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 extrely 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 ti left for you. Whether you live or die depends on your choice.”
Adalind looked at the television. The tir showed that there were only five minutes left.
“Please, give a hint! Just a hint, please!”
Although he did not understand, looking at Adalind’s pleading face, she could understand what she ant, and Jack teased her. “You are already in a trap. Your crazy actions have bought you useless ti to wake up. But for and the audience, it may be of so significance.” Jack’s words were like a bolt of spring thunder.
Adalind was instantly stunned. At the sa ti, 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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