Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death Chapter 55

Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

“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!”

Chapter end