
At the same time as the outside world, the four men saw a red voice box rising rapidly on the monitor. They were so anxious that they would go crazy.
"What the hell is going on? Didn't they say that people who know how to vote already chose?”
" Yes! Could it be that the Death Inquisitor was cheating? That fucking guy!”
Barzel, a burly man as high as six feet four, didn't even make him cry when he dug his intestines. However, he was so anxious that tears would fall.
“Shouldn't be a Death Researcher. He never broke the rules of the game.”
“Then what happened? Where did so many people come from?!”
Morse who was standing at the side seemed to think of something and continued to say, “I know. That's because we started digging our intestines. The blue voice box started to rise. When the people outside saw him, they also became anxious. Everything calls for the people around us to vote together!”
“F *ck! What should we do then?!”
"Well how else? Keep digging! Don't forget, we have 80 million votes. Even if Harris and Barnett die, the four of us have more than 50 million votes. In the presidential election, only a few times have we had more than 50 million supporters. I do not believe that the call of death inquisitors is even greater than the presidential election!” Morse's eyes revealed a sinister and hateful look. He spoke in a weak voice.
At this moment, Jack's hoarse and cold voice sounded again.
"You still have two minutes."
Hearing the countdown of the Death Inquisitor, the four of them trembled.
Suddenly, a trace of shock appeared in Morse's eyes, and he immediately lay on the floor. As he dug his intestines out from his anus, he cried bitterly.
"I beg of you! Don't choose anymore! We are already very miserable!”
When Paulette noticed Morse's abnormal behavior, a flash of light appeared in her eyes. He immediately imitated Morse and lay on the floor.
“We'll be dead soon! Everyone, don't choose again!”
Rainier saw that Morse still did not understand. When he saw Paulette following, he immediately understood what the two of them were trying to do. He also lay on the floor and pleaded while taking out his entrails with his hands.
Looking at the three of them, Barzel put a blank expression on her face. He did not understand what the three of them were doing, but no matter how stupid he was, he knew that he had to be with the three of them now, so he also lay on the ground.
Right now, the audience in the live broadcast room was happy, and one after another, they were sending out bullet comments.
"Ha ha ha! I'm dying of laughter! These four bastards, do they think begging for mercy will work now?
“They even told us not to choose, just to make things worse for you!”
“Lying on the ground and digging your intestines? How disgusting!”
“I'll puke for watching! I won't watch anymore! I will watch again after the vote!”
While the audience sent their bullet messages, the officers at the NYPD were still confused.
"What are they doing? Are they begging for mercy? They can't really think that begging for mercy is any good now, right?” Loggins said confusedly.
Ross frowned. He was not worried that the hand that gouged out the intestines would have any tricks for survival. He had dealt with the Death Inquisitor many times, and he was completely at ease with the Death Inquisitor. Investigators must have had a way to let them die here.
He just wanted to see if he could figure out the Inquisitor's plan. Because when the Death Inquisitor saw Morse's abnormal actions, he must have known what Morse was trying to do and had thought of a countermeasure. This time, he had no chance to fight with the Inquisitor. This could be considered a veiled fight.
Hart, who was at the side, looked at Willie who was laughing and said, “No way. They must have some kind of conspiracy. Morse was the first to lie down, then the other three followed. Either they see what he's trying to do, or they believe that he has thought of a way.”
“Morse's eyelids shook involuntarily before he lay down. This is a typical surprise reaction. He must have suddenly thought of a way to survive. It was the same for Paulette and Rainier. Barzel didn't. Maybe he just went to learn from the other three. Monica listened to their arguments, and she gave her own analysis.
Ross' eyes were fixed on the big screen. Suddenly, his furrowed brows loosened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I understand."
Everyone turned to look at Ross, only to see Ross slowly saying, "They're trying to buy time."
"See. Compared to the previous bullet screen, there were more bullet screens that ridiculed or cursed. And when they don't do anything abnormal, there's only a bullet screen voting on the screen. As long as they can buy time until the vote is over, they have a chance to survive.”
Hearing this, Judy said anxiously, “Ah? Then what should we do? We can't let them survive! NAY! I want to send more bullet screens to remind everyone!”
“Don't worry too much. The most important part of this plan was to hide it from others, especially the Judge of Death. As long as he can see that this plan is easy to break, as you say, give us a reminder. We can all see it. Judge of Death will definitely see him in an instant!”
"So that's it." Judy was relieved after hearing the explanation, but her hand did not stop moving. He keeps sending bullet messages.
Soon, someone notices Judy's reminder of the dense bullet message and starts sending it. Immediately, the entire screen was filled with bullet messages that reminded the audience.
The people who reacted were even more furious at having been deceived. The number of people participating in the vote increased.
Right now, Jack's cold and hoarse voice sounded again.
“It seems I don't need to remind you that the audience has found your scheme. Am I right, officer?
Judy jumped up in excitement and said, “Did you hear that? The Death Investigator called me! Her voice is so sexy!”
Everyone looked at Judy helplessly, not knowing what to say. To them, he was already starting to look like a fanatic.
On the other hand, when the four people in the room heard a voice like Jack's death, they were so frightened that their bodies trembled. They looked at the monitor and saw that the red voice box started to soar again, and their expressions became increasingly distorted.
“F *ck! Why not work?! How did these idiots know ?! ”
Morse angrily used his left hand to hit the ground. His right hand is still removing the intestines from his anus. He had already dug out the intestines worth over two meters and piled them on the ground. Fresh blood mixed with mucus covered the entire ground.
As the four of them moved their hands, a dark yellow sticky substance continued to flow out from the***** that they had dug up. The scene was so strange and disgusting!
At this moment, the display lit up and a ticking countdown appeared in the center of the screen. That's a total of 60 seconds.
Jack's cold and hoarse voice rang out again.
"You still have 60 seconds left."