LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
chapter 129

"Hehe."

Jack laughed coldly. He held a bloody butcher knife in his hand as he looked at the people in the room from afar.

"Did you really find a shortcut to the game?"

Some of them seem very doubtful.

Rainier opened his mouth and laughed. He showed off his two rows of teeth and said, “Do you still remember the first mission of the fourth little game? The key to saving Barzel is under the tree, but Barnett is also locked in the end, but the key unlocks Barzel's trap. The judge of death did not say that one key could open several locks. You still have to remember this mind trap, right?

"then? What are you trying to say?" Barzel shook her head as she asked. He still doesn't understand.

Rainier looked at Barnett on the ground and said, “You don't need me to tell you that he's dying. You have to understand another simple reason without me saying it, right?

Barzel seemed to suddenly understand and said, “Yes! “The Judge of Death says that the key to opening the metal ring in our body is in our small intestine. That is, we can open all the locks with a key, and we will be saved!”

"You mean digging into Barnett's small intestine and finding the key, then the four of us will be saved!" An expression of ecstasy appeared on Paulette's face.

Morse said anxiously, “Then what are we waiting for? He's gonna die anyway. C'mon fast! I don't want to stay here for a second!”

"Wait!" said Paulette.

"What now? Do you disagree?” Barzel said coldly.

Paulette said, “Why do I disagree? But before that, let me cut off his middle finger first. Let's make double preparations!”

"You're right! Cut his finger quickly!” Barzel said he agreed.

So Paulette took out the cigar cutter from the props prepared by the Death Inquisitor and inserted Barzel's middle finger into it.

The crack!

A bloody middle finger fell from his palm.

"ah! Ah -"

The originally weak Barnett suddenly shouted.

“Don't worry about him! Keep chopping! There's one more!” Barsel.

Paulette sneered and inserted Barnett's right middle finger into the bloody cigar cutter.

The crack!

It was very easy and done neatly.

Two blood-stained middle fingers were cut off just like that.

"Aah!"

Barnett lay on the ground and shouted again, then whimpered a few times. His fingers twitched twice, but soon there was no reaction.

At this moment, the screen blinked.

The fifth game is over, and the sixth five-minute countdown begins.

In the NYPD, meanwhile...

Hart's phone is ringing, too. Before everyone turned to look at him, he had already made his choice.

Looking at Hart who had already made her choice, Monica was a little jealous, but at the same time, she was a little nervous.

He was eager to participate in the selection game. On one hand, he was frustrated with the way the Death Inquisitor was handling the case, and he was already desperate to determine the identity of the Death Inquiry. If he was chosen to participate in the game as a lucky participant, he could at least convince himself that the Death Inquisitor noticed him.

This could at least keep him entertained as the Death Inquisitor treated him as an opponent, rather than directly ignoring him.

On the other hand, if he could participate in the game, he could imagine standing beside the Death Inquisitor, watching the same scene. With that, he would be able to better understand what the world was like in the mind of a genius like the Death Inquisitor.

He was nervous because even though he had not been selected several times, there was a total of ten small matches. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely be chosen.

If he was chosen, he would stand in the same perspective as the Death Inquisitor, and he could look into the inner world of the Inquisitor. He didn't know if he could understand it.

Perhaps he would feel despair at the distance between himself and the Inquisitor, or he would become a follower of the Death Inquisitor. This made him nervous and even afraid of what was about to happen.

In another room, the criminals were looking at a screen showing the mission. They watched as the countdown immediately began, and their hearts shattered.

—

Mission 1: Operate on Morse and remove two of his penis.

Mission 2: Rainer will cut off his own genitals and eat them.

—

Choose a mission within ten minutes to complete or you will all be punished with Mission 2.

Looking at the contents of the mission, the faces of the four people became extremely ugly.

No matter who carried out this mission, they would become transvestites. Especially if they could not finish it, everyone would be punished by Mission 2.

Doesn't this mean everyone will be transvestites?

That's too scary.

That's too cruel!

“F *ck! Quickly unplug Barnett's intestines!” Barzel shouting.

Rainier took a step forward and directly pulled Barnett's pants.

“F *ck! This group of people is completely inhumane!”

"They'll just kill their own accomplices ?!"

"The beast is an animal!"

“See their expressions. I can't believe they're conspiring!”

“They kill their partner only to defend ***********. What animal!”

"I can't believe there's anyone like that in this world!"

“They are not human! They're just a bunch of animals!”

While viewers in the live broadcast room posted bullet comments, Rainier had already opened Barnett's anus. Due to the hard opening, the skin around it is torn. Immediately, bright red blood flowed out, dyeing Rainier's hands red.

However, the corner of his mouth showed a hint of excitement. Then, he dug inside for a while and pulled out. The red rectum is pulled out.

Then, with another pull, the large intestine is pulled out.

Then, it's appendicitis.

Another pull...

"Aah!"

Barnett who was about to die suddenly widened his eyes and shouted while sitting down. His bloody face revealed an extremely painful and twisted expression.

"AH AH"

“Hold him! Don't let him move! We don't have much time!” Rainier said as his hand started to pull crazily.

Under the lubrication of fresh blood, the bright red small intestine is pulled out one by one.

"ah! Ah -"

Barnett seems to be crazy. His only left eye will come out of his sockets, and his teeth bite so hard that it makes a sharp sound.

“F *ck! How disgusting!”

"Very pretty! Don't you like doing that to your victims? I'll exterminate you now!”

“Look at it, I can't help but think about those three girls. They must have suffered more than this!”

“Everyone should be tortured like this!”

“I believe in the Death Inquisitor. This game is not over. It is best to get them all out!