LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
Chapter 1: Notification of Death!
Manhattan, New York City.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and rain takes away sins.
On the roof of the Empire State Building, tiny raindrops fell on top of a black umbrella. Jack, in a black suit and a tall hat, stood on the roof, looking up at Wall Street.
Jack, who was usually calm, was now excited.
He had seen a terrified expression on that person's face as he received the death notice.
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“Detainees have received death notification. Live broadcast equipment is ready. This is a 360-degree smart tracking device. Smart choices are the most perfect angle. It can be broadcast during the day and even at night. It can withstand thunderstorms, heat, cold, and other harsh environments. It can stabilize the broadcast with ultra high definition images and provide a live experience to the audience.
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Jack suddenly heard a speaking voice, but he was not surprised. This was the system he had obtained after moving into this parallel world.
It was a test live broadcast system!
By punishing a crime through the trial of the guilty, one would receive unimaginable rewards!
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“Live broadcast platform is connected. Live broadcast can start at any time. The higher the fear level of the person being tried before death, the higher the evaluation of the trial process, and the more the reward. Do you want to start a live broadcast?
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Quietly, Jack muttered, "The trial begins."
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"Live broadcast countdown begins in 3..2.1..."
When the countdown reaches 1, live broadcasts appear on the homepage of Youtube, Twitter, and other live broadcast platforms.
The originally dark screen suddenly displayed a picture of the corridor.
Hundreds of millions of viewers from all over the world gathered on this platform.
This time, the Team from the United States was also watching a live broadcast at home.
However, as a spectator who had been watching live streaming videos for over a decade, he was not particularly interested. He wasn't too curious or excited about it. She was so used to it all that she even got tired of watching videos on Pornhub.
However, this time the title of one of the videos on the Youtube homepage evoked his curiosity:
"Judge of Death, today's trial is for rape and murder."
Seeing the title, Tim was very excited. “The title is too fake. How can this be broadcast live? That can't be a game, can it?” he said to himself.
Despite his doubts, he still clicked into the live streaming space. As the page loaded, Tim stared at the screen. Suddenly, the screen froze. She's confused.
“Am I stuck? Why is the screen stuck?”
Screen in live streaming stops on certain frame—corridor in office building.
“F *ck! I was fooled by the title! It's not even a game!”
The team that was cursing furiously, looked at the bullet screen that was already filled with insults.
"Which fool would organize this kind of live broadcast on the homepage!"
“The title is a lie! This is click bait! Can you show us something interesting?”
“Is the host retarded? You should at least play a bloody game instead of recording this kind of scene! Who would watch something like this if you tricked them into watching it?
Tim was about to curse, but he had not finished typing when a middle-aged man in a suit entered the live broadcast. He looks very aristocratic.
The moment he entered the river, the lights in the corridor suddenly went out and started to blink.
The middle-aged man casually tapped on the switch twice, and the lights returned to normal.
“F *ck! It's a little scary!”
"Is this man a rapist and a murderer?"
"Look at the brief introduction of the live broadcast space!"
As the two bullet screens rolled, Tim also opened a brief introduction to the live broadcast space.
The streamer's account name is Death Inquisitor, and his address indicates that he is in Manhattan, New York.
The brief introduction has only one simple sentence: “The balance of death will weigh your sins. Don't sign in if you suffer from hemophobia or heart disease, or if you're a coward.”
Tim, who believed that he was quite experienced, smiled. He was very interested and surprised. "Don't go in if you're a coward?" muttered. He wanted to see how scary it was! At the same time, he typed his own comment on the bullet screen:
“'Don't go in if you're a coward?' I already know the other content without even looking. It must be an action with a plot!”
“It is not your fault to say that it is an act. Do you know who this guy is? This is Philemon Bowen, the main shareholder of Bowen Petroleum, the oil company! Although he was not very famous, his assets were definitely not inferior to the rich on the leaderboard! Who would dare to hire him to act like this?
“What the person above said is true. This is Wall Street's financial building. I used to work here and have seen it several times. Why did he start a live broadcast and go broke?”
As the bullet screen filled with comments, Tim could see that Bowen was followed to the restroom.
In the scene, Bowen's back is facing the camera. He took off his belt and started urinating. The audience in the broadcast room heard the clear sound of running water.
At that moment, all the lights in the entire comfort room went out, leaving only the lights above Bowen's head that kept flashing, as if they were going to go out at any moment.
After which, a deep and cold male voice sounded from the stereo.
"Hello everyone. I'm your host, Judge of Death. Welcome to the live broadcast of today's execution.”
As he heard the man's words, Bowen's pupils contracted violently. He could not hide his fear. Body shaking. He even peed on himself. However, that was not what he cared about right now.
It all started that morning.
Someone had placed a black envelope on his desk.
There was nothing but a simple piece of black cardboard inside.
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Death Notice!
Name: Philemon Bowen
Crime: Rape and murder. Fifteen victims.
Execution date: 9 April 2021
Prosecutor: Judge of Death
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Shaking with fear and ignoring his wet pants, Bowen rushed back to his office and pressed the stereo button.
Bowen could not understand the strange phenomenon. The flickering lights in the bathroom and the sound of a foreign man in the stereo were too much for him to accept.
Bowen sat down heavily on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Today, we're going to broadcast live ..."
But the voice continued. All the hair on Bowen's body stood upright. The voice seemed to be behind him this time! It was right in his ear!
He suddenly turned his head.
However, all he could see was his antiques spinning phonograph.
Soon, it started playing. Bowen froze as he listened to what was playing.
“Today, we will broadcast a violent case of rape and serial murder. Before the execution, the judge will first comb through the criminal cases of Class A which for the past ten years has not been completed. In September 2010, a high school student in Queens disappeared near an art museum. Back then, everyone thought she ran away from home, but in fact she was raped and killed by you. His body is buried near the museum. In April 2012, another student at Columbia University disappeared. His whereabouts are still unknown. After he was imprisoned by you for three months, he was cut into pieces, cooked, then mixed into street food for sale. In November 2013, a ****22-year-old worker walked into your beachfront villa and never came out again. After he was tortured by you for a month, he was chopped into meat paste and fed to your own wolf dog. On 2015—”
"Stop talking!" shout Bowen.
At that moment, Bowen's eyes opened wide. People thought they would escape from their sockets in the next second. He roared like crazy.
"Who are you? How do you know? Even the FBI couldn't find me! How do you know that? What do you want? Just tell me how much money you want!” he roared furiously.
Bowen's face flushed red, and the blood vessels in his neck bulged. He did not look aristocratic at all. Instead, he looked like a beast!
However, the more intense his reaction, the more convinced the audience that he was indeed guilty of such heinous acts. More than two million viewers in the live broadcast room were in an uproar.
They just click on it because the title of the video on the homepage arouses their curiosity. They did not expect that things would become like that! It was a sensational revelation!
Soon, they were all in an uproar.
“Damn this bastard. Can he really do it?
"Look at him. If he didn't do it, why was he so agitated?
“He admitted it himself. The FBI was unable to solve the crime, but the host knew about it.
“I didn't expect this to be a beast in a suit! Go to hell, motherfucker!”
“Please, host, kill him! I'll give you a gift!”
There are so many comments on the bullet screen.
Meanwhile, the sound in the phonograph continued.
“In July 2015, a homeless man in Brooklyn went missing. Of course, no one cared about his sudden departure. Just because you heard that a person's kidneys can increase your erection time, you tied up the man and threw him into boiling water to death. The case is over. Let me introduce the torturer today, Philemon Bowen. He is a major shareholder of Bowen Petroleum and is one of the most powerful people in America.”
Around this time, people flooded the bullet screen with malicious comments.
"Go to hell, motherfucker!"
"Hurry up and go to hell!"
"Is this true? This isn't a publicity stunt, is it?”
“He admitted it himself. If this was acting, her acting ability would be comparable to Lewis's!” ability
Bowen listens to Jack's story and opens a bottle of mineral water to gulp it down. He forced himself to calm down. His eyes were filled with violence. He's very angry. He was thinking of punishing anyone who was behind this action. He was determined to make them regret coming to this world!
“Torturer, my trial is a game. If you win, you can survive, ” Judge Death said.
“I won't play any game with you. Just tell me what you want. I can give you everything you want! Bowen roaring.
Hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't stand it anymore. They're angry again.
“How can you still drink water! Why don't you choke to death!
“Please do not approve this, host. You have to kill him!”
“Didn't the host call himself 'The Judge'? Since he calls himself that, then let's do a fair trial. Don't take the bribe!”
"Really! Judge, you have to judge him. You must not let such a demon go!”
“You've given him a gift, judge. Such an animal should not be allowed to live!”
The comment section is flooded with such messages.
“My game is not something you can refuse just because you want it. You can't bribe me,” said Jack.
After a short pause, he continued, the “Air you drank earlier was mixed with poison. If you don't seek medical care in time, your muscles will dissolve, causing your heart to stop working, and you'll die of a heart attack. Before you die, your muscles will slowly dissolve. It will cause you so much pain that you would rather die. However, the antidote to this poison is very common. Any hospital can save your life. Now, the whole building has been closed. There is no one here except you and your son, Little Bowen. When you commit this crime, Little Bowen helps you a lot. He is now in the next room. There was an iron box in the room, and there was a knife inside the iron box. The key to the building's main door is in Little Bowen's gut. By the way, based on how much you drank just now,
Initially, Bowen thought that what was playing on the phonograph and stereo was recording, but now that Jack had refused his bribe, it was clear that he was talking to him. He doesn't know how the judge did it, but all these strange and illogical occurrences convince him that it's not a game. He must take it seriously.
Bowen trembled as he opened the door of the next room. Sure enough, Little Bowen was lying on the carpet. Beside him was an iron box the size of a shoebox with a hole his hands could enter.
"What a good thing, Judge!"
"This father-and-son duo of bastards must go to hell!"
“How does the judge calculate that Bowen will drink water? This is too awesome!”
The audience in the live broadcast room cheered again as they listened to Jack's "game.