Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death Chapter 218 – The Death Inquisitor is a Madman?

'Damn it. How do I get out of here!'

Bipson pinched his nose. As the concentration of natural gas increased, the stench of ethanethiol made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He inhaled slightly and felt his stomach churn as he vomited debris all over the floor.

His eyes were red as he roared, “Death Inquisitor, I know you're here. Didn't you want to see me detonate? I won't detonate. I'll definitely escape successfully.”

As soon as he finished scolding, he immediately pinched his nose.

“How do I get Out? There must be another way. There must be. Ah, you damn pervert, I can definitely get out.”

Bipson roared furiously as his brain worked frantically. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind and a problem appeared.

“How did I get in? That's right!

As long as this problem was solved, everything would be solved.

“I'm a genius!”

“Death Judge, you want to entrap me, right? In your next life!”

Looking at Bipson's sinister smile, the netizens were stunned.

“With your IQ, you still want to challenge the Death Judge. If you can think of it, the Death Judge won't. Just detonate it obediently!”

“That's right. What's the point of thinking so much? In the end, it's all for nothing.”

“In the end, you're still too young. You don't know the dangers of society. Even if you know the shortcut, I'm afraid it's a bigger trap!”

“Haha! This guy must be hallucinating. He's talking nonsense. If the game designed by the Death Inquisitor were so easy, criminals would not fear and turn themselves in.”

The netizens kept sending bullet messages. Bipson was knocking on the ground.

Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang!

He knocked again and again and sneered, “Death Inquisitor, are you watching? You must be very anxious now. Since you can send me in, there must be a secret passage. You want me to detonate the natural gas? You're eating SH*T! Haha!”

Bipson laughed ferociously, as if he had really found a shortcut to success. The netizens also looked worried when they heard him say that. They had never thought of this problem before, but now that they heard him say it, they felt unusually uneasy.

“Seeing how arrogant he is smiling, it can't be that he really found the solution, right?”

“That's the case, but it shouldn't be that simple!”

“It's hard to say. Sometimes, the Death Judge wants them to think or believe that they have figured it out. Perhaps his brain is abnormal. It's hard to say if he really thought of it.”

“Brothers, don't panic. If we can think of it, the Death Judge will definitely think of it as well. Moreover, you haven't noticed that he has designed four different traps for different criminals. The answer is clearly very simple, but he just can't think of it.”

Even though this was the logic, the netizens still had worried looks on their faces. They looked at Bipson on the screen and cursed in their hearts. They were hoping that he would terribly fail the game.

At this moment, Bipson was knocking on the ground. He had already knocked on two-thirds of the ground. He began to panic. Could it be that it was such a coincidence that the secret passage was not at the place where he was knocking?

Could it be that he was mistaken? There was no secret passage at all.

This was all his illusion, a consolation to escape the explosion.

F*ck.

Bipson's face was gloomy.

He had already knocked on two-thirds of the ground, and there was still no trace of the secret passage. But no matter what, he could not give up like this.

Bang Bang! Bang Bang!

He continued to knock. As the area continued to shrink, his heart was extremely nervous. He saw that he had already knocked on the ground, but he still could not find the secret passage.

'Is this Death Judge f*cking playing with me? Damn it!'

Bipson got up and fiercely kicked the wall.

Dong!

His foot was bounced back, and his entire foot was shaken until it was both painful and numb, but the wall didn't move at all.

'F*ck. Damn it! Impossible. I don't believe it. There must be a secret passage here! Could the Death Inquisitor have flown here from the sky? Yes, there must be, but I just didn't find it.'

Thus, Bipson, who was about to collapse, started again. However, unlike before when he was knocking on the ground, he was now knocking on the wall.

His ears were pressed against the wall as he quietly listened to the sounds that were made. From the first side to the second side until the end, he was completely in despair.

“Damn it, you devil pervert. I will definitely not let you off.” Bipson's expression was ferocious. Because he had used too much strength, his eyeballs had bulged out. It was as if he was about to break free from the restraints of his eyeballs at the next moment and stare out from within.

After he finished speaking, the surroundings were silent. There was no reply.

The netizens were clapping and cheering.

“Haha! You don't have any tricks now, right? Hurry up and detonate. You don't have time.”

“A hot-blooded scene is about to happen. I am looking forward to the scene where you detonate. It will definitely be very exciting.”

“Hurry up and finish it as soon as possible. Why do you have to work so hard like now?”

“Yeah, the people are right. You can't think of a way to give yourself a dignified death. If you enjoy it, we'll enjoy it too.”

Bipson kneeled on the ground in despair. As time passed, although he did not know how much the concentration of natural gas had increased, the stench was getting stronger and stronger, so much so that he could not open his eyes.

“Death Judge, say something. How am I going to leave this damned place? Give me a hint. Ah, is there anyone there? Help!”

He opened his mouth and shouted, but in the end, he inhaled two mouthfuls of the stench. He only felt his entire body spasm. He curled up on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes rolled out.

“F*CK, is this a case of epilepsy?”

“What? He was so repulsed by the stench. I can't imagine how stinky it is in there. Haha!”

The netizens looked at the twitching Bipson who seemed to have been electrocuted, and all of them laughed out loud.

At this time, Bipson spat out all the food he had eaten. The ground was covered in white foam and food residue, and the smell of the stench was so bad that even he felt nauseous. His mouth and nose still felt sour, and it was very uncomfortable.

“Let me out. I'm going to die. Please let me out.”

Bipson coughed hard and his face turned red. This heavy blow not only tortured his body but also destroyed his will.

His face was full of despair. He could no longer withstand the pressure and took out his lighter shakily.

At this time, the concentration of natural gas in the air had reached 10%, and it was in the range that could be detonated.

The hand holding the lighter trembled slightly, and the thumb pressed on the switch, then released it. It repeated several times, but Bopson did not have the courage to press down. The power of the natural gas explosion could even blow up the wall, and he was only a body of flesh and blood. Moreover, he was still in the center of the explosion. If he could really withstand the violent impact, his skin would be torn open.

After thinking for a while, he felt endless despair.

It was too abnormal.

It was too cruel.

“Death Judge, you are a lunatic. You are a complete lunatic. You are also a murderer. You are no different from the people you killed,” Bipson roared to his heart's content.

As soon as he finished speaking, the netizens in the live broadcast room exploded.

Chapter end