LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
Chapter 3: Kill Your Son To Get The Key

"Don't let him chase!"

"He's upstairs!"

“Did he really cut his own son's stomach with a knife? I'm a little scared to watch!”

“What to fear? Isn't that the point of clicking this? To watch something interesting? In addition, both father and son are animals. The more miserable they are before dying, the better!”

While the bullet screen was flooded with comments from the audience, Bowen had already climbed into the room where his son, Little Bowen, was.

He looked at the iron box containing the knife from a distance.

Bowen immediately grabbed the iron box and grabbed it with his right hand.

“He has no doubts at all. Looks like he really doesn't think of his son as a fellow human.”

"of course! He and his son were not even human from the beginning!”

“I've never felt time pass so slowly like this!”

Bowen grabbed into the iron box with his right hand and fumbled around the box. Immediately, he felt the handle of the knife and gripped it tightly.

However, just as he was about to take out his knife, he realized that there was something on his wrist that made him unable to pull his right hand.

Bowen then realized that there were four blades around the opening of the iron box. The sharp edge of the blade is directed inward.

It was easy to dig into the box as the blades were facing downwards, but when he tried to pull his hands, he felt the four blades slash his wrists.

The blade was extremely sharp, and he could feel the pain just by touching it lightly.

In Bowen's first few attempts to get his hand out, all four blades had cut off his right wrist.

Almost instantly, a yellowish-green liquid was seen dripping from his wrist. It was a muscular solution, and it was stained with a tinge of its fresh blood. The scene was disgusting and horrible!

“F *ck! I can't take it anymore!”

“Although I want to see these two animals die, it is too scary. I'll back off first.”

“It's too disgusting! I'm not watching anymore. I await news of their tragic death. That must be good news!”

As expected, the live broadcast viewers were fed up with this scene. The popularity of the live broadcast space dropped by five million.

However, the impact is not too big. Although many spectators were leaving, they remained interested in what was happening in the live broadcast room. They were still eagerly waiting for any news.

"Aah!!!"

Screams came from the live broadcast room. The nerves in his hand became more sensitive as his muscles shrank and dissolved. He had never experienced such pain before. Bowen screamed in pain.

“Please let me go! If you let me go, I'll give you — money whatever money you want!

Bowen begged for mercy while crying bitterly.

“You still have 6 minutes and 30 seconds until your death. You have 1 minute and 30 seconds left before you lose the ability to move.

In response to Bowen's request, only one cold response was heard.

Bowen was so angry that his face, which had already melted, became increasingly crooked and looked strange.

“Wait just! When I get out, no matter how much money I spend, I will kill you! NAY! I won't let you die! I'll make you regret ever living! You're gonna beg me to kill you!”

Having said this, Bowen seemed to have made up his mind.

He took off his leather shoes and put them in his mouth no matter if it was dirty or not.

Then, with his left arm, he hugged the iron box tightly. With his right hand, he pulled hard!

"Aah!!!" he roars.

The blood flowed red. It was tainted with a large tinge of greenish-yellow liquid!

The entire skin on his right hand was completely peeled off. Looks like he's wearing surgical gloves.

Since most of his muscles had dissolved, there was almost nothing holding back his bones and joints. His little finger and ring finger were also torn off!

There were not many muscles circling his fingers, and his bones were slowly visible.

Right now, Bowen's right hand was nowhere to be seen, and he could no longer hold the handle of his knife.

His handle fell to the ground, and Bowen also fell to the floor and roared in pain.

“I'll be honest. At first, I scolded the jury for giving us a clickbait title. Now, I'm sorry. It's too exciting!”

“It's too bloody! This is much more exciting than those R-rated movies!”

“After watching the jury live broadcast, it will be difficult to watch the garish R-rated films in the future.”

“Don't anyone notice that Bowen can no longer wake up? This time, he must be dead!”

"Is there a live broadcast more interesting than the Death Judge's live broadcast?"

“Even if something like this exists, it is impossible to broadcast like this. Who else has the same software used by judges? The live broadcast does not end even when the server is turned off!”

"What do you think? Even more exciting than this and can instantly scare you to faint!”

The bloody and gruesome scene sparked discussion. The atmosphere in the live broadcast room had reached its peak.

Suddenly, Jack spoke again in an even colder tone. "One minute until you lose the ability to move."

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Such a small scene was not enough to make Jack react.

Jack's cold voice flowed into Bowen's ears. Bowen felt it was a countdown in his life.

Forcibly enduring the pain in his right hand and his entire body, Bowen used his left hand, which still had five fingers intact, to pick up the knife that had fallen to the ground.

Then, he closed his eyes and raised his knife. He suddenly stabbed Little Bowen, who was lying on the ground. He madly scratched Bowen's stomach back and forth.

Perhaps because his muscles were already dissolved, the light blade was like a heavy dumbbell in Bowen's hand, and his movements were extremely slow.

Bright red blood mixed with yellow liquid from Little Bowen's intestines splashed all over Bowen's face.

When his son's stomach was split, Bowen opened his eyes and grabbed to feel.

Again, Bowen heard a voice. "You have 50 seconds left until you lose the ability to move."

However, since Bowen had used a knife to cut off the organ in his son's abdomen, it had been completely torn apart and mixed into one. The entire scene looked terrifying and disgusting, as if a bucket had been placed in a puddle of mud. There was no trace of the key at all.

"I was wrong. There is a live broadcast that is even more exciting than juri—direct broadcast in the next minute!”

"I want to watch, but I don't dare."

“This bastard is dead! This bastard is next!”

The audience in the live broadcast room held their breaths as they stared at the screen with their eyes wide open. They were all nervous and excited, as if they were on the scene.

There are nearly 50 million viewers worldwide. They watched an ugly monster-like man groping his son's stomach with his bare hands.

"There are 40 seconds left until you lose mobility" the voiceover said.

At this moment, Bowen stopped.

A smile appeared on his crooked face. He raised his left hand while trembling. In his left hand was a piece of unrecognizable organ. Inside was a bloody key.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, at the New York City Police Department's crowded 77th Police Station...

Theodore looked at the screen in front of him with a very ugly expression.

In a live broadcast, they all saw that Bowen had personally killed his son in front of nearly 50 million people. He, along with many other spectators, felt that such a person might be capable of performing the barbaric acts mentioned by the Judge of Death.

No crime is perfect, as they say. It was impossible for the ferocious villains to not leave a single trace. However, New York police do not yet know who is behind the killings. Somehow, the riddle began to make sense.

However, the chief also felt that due to this broadcast, the New York Police Department's incompetence had just been revealed to the rest of the world.

Even if Bowen survived, there was a high chance he would be put to death. However, saving him and putting him on trial will give the New York police the chance to redeem themselves.

"He has the key!" someone at the police station shouted.

"Are you asking for the building's blueprints?"

“Chairman, I just contacted them! They're almost there!”

“Contact them immediately!”

"Yes!"

.......

Arrive at the Main Entrance

Inside the building, Bowen was struggling to climb up the corridor.

He was looking at the corridor in front of him and contemplating his choice. With his current physical condition and the fact that he only had thirty seconds left, he thought that if he went up to the first floor as usual, it would be too late.

“It's finally decided. He still has 30 seconds left. Climbing to the first floor would definitely not be enough. Let's see if the police will arrive before he's really dead.”

“She only has 30 seconds left before she loses her mobility. However, he still had more than 5 minutes and 30 seconds before he died. Police will probably arrive soon.”

“Latest news, everything. I live near here. I just saw a police car passing by. It's driving very fast. I think it will be there in about four to five minutes.

“No need to block it. So many people saw him kill his son with his own hands. Moreover, the judge has told us the time, place, and manner of his crime. Even if the police came, he would still be put to death.”

"That's right. No matter how rich he was, he would not be able to escape this time. We better worry about whether the judge will be able to escape or not. If the judge is caught by the police, he will not be sentenced to death, but will definitely be taken to prison. The minimum sentence for such crimes is several decades. I hope the judge is not caught.

Bowen then thought of something. He moved to the side of the stairs.

He made a decision! Suddenly, he rolled!

With the degree of damage to his muscles and other injuries, he should not be able to move anymore.

But at that time, Bowen just wanted to live.

Nothing else matters. He just wants to stay alive!

With his wealth and status, then what if he ended up being a cripple? Who cares?

He basically had a lot of money to spend, and he could only hire beautiful women to take care of him every day for the rest of his miserable life!

Even if he was to be sent to prison, he could still live a life like a vacation in prison!

The worst thing that could happen was if he was going to be put to death!

He could spend a lot of money bribing people in court. He had a lot of money, and there were a lot of people willing to die for him!

“F *ck! That's too cruel! Just get out of here!”

“What's the point of living in that state? If it was me, I'd rather die!”

“Life is useless. Life is worse than death!”

“It would be better if he died like this, but you should know how much money he has. If he were to finally live after this, he would still be able to live comfortably! With his wealth, no one would care if he was a monster. She can still have as many beautiful women as she wants!”

Kacha!

Bowen rolled over and hit the wall, breaking some bones.

However, he did not feel much pain. Compared to the intense pain from his dissolving muscles, the pain from his broken bones could be ignored.

Surprisingly, he used the same method again. He rolled down the stairs again!

"You have 30 seconds left until you lose the ability to move."

Another countdown warns Bowen, attacking his fragile nerves.

He did not care about the several broken bones in his body!

Just like that, Bowen rolled down the stairs again and again.

Soon, he was on the first floor.

At that time, only Bowen's skull was intact. Everything else in his body was broken.

The three remaining fingers on his right hand were all broken. Like tree branches being hit by cars, they were twisted in three different directions. His finger bone pierced through from the middle and stuck to his trembling hand. His skin hung on the surface of his hands, and seemed to be falling out at any moment.

His left shoulder was also broken, and his entire arm was twisted backwards. One of his knees seemed to be completely absent. The lower leg is bent from front to thigh, and the long leg bone protrudes from behind the knee.

His entire body was in a strange and twisted position. From time to time, the mucus mixes with the muscle solution and blood flows out of its entire opening.

He looked like a sack filled with branches and flesh, or like a piece of meat that was beginning to rot.

“I vomit! That's too disgusting!”

“He is no longer human!”

“Looks like that, she doesn't even need makeup or special effects to act in a horror movie!”

"That's not true! No disgusting and weird monsters in horror movies!”

“Quick and die! I can only vomit! If you don't die, I won't watch anymore. I really can't watch anymore!”

“Continue watching. You'll regret it for a month if you don't. For me, I knew I would not have the opportunity to watch strange live broadcasts in the future. I will regret it for the rest of my life!”

"Look! He's still moving!”

Countdown sounds again!

"Twenty seconds left until the loss of mobility."

Bowen could already see the main entrance of the building. The main entrance of the building was very sturdy!

He just had to open the main entrance. He believed that if the ambulance arrived before the countdown ended, he could still be saved!

In the worst case scenario, by the time the police broke down the door, he was already drenched in cold water.

Looking at the main door not far from there, Bowen's desire for survival appeared!

Using his completely broken body, he moved towards the main door bit by bit.

The distance between them was slowly drawn closer.

"Ten seconds to completely lose mobility."

As Jack's cold voice rang out again, Bowen had already moved to the front door.

Since his left shoulder was already broken, he could only let go of his left hand and throw his key on the ground. He picked it up with his mouth and inserted the key between the two fingers of his right hand.

Bowen raised his right hand and raised his key high, approaching the keyhole.

Then, he seemed to think of something.

He suddenly stopped.

"Five."

"Four."

When Jack coldly started counting down, Bowen started thrashing around, but he could only turn around on the spot.

“He can't stand anymore! His hand could not reach the keyhole! He can't unlock it!”

“This idiot! He fell down the stairs, so both of his legs were broken!”

“It looks like I heard a siren. I hope the police don't arrive on time!”

No matter how much Bowen struggled, he could not reach the keyhole.

"Two."

"One."

As Jack's voice dropped, Bowen stopped rebelling.

He lay on the ground in front of the main entrance of the building. He's not moving anymore.

"Five minutes to death."

Jack's low and cold voice seemed to contain a hint of ridicule.

“Bowen has lost its ability to move. His last chance depends on whether the police will arrive soon and whether they can break down the door in five minutes.”

Meanwhile, at the police station...

"Where are you?!" Director Theodore's angry voice echoed in the police station.

“Report to director—we are still about four minutes from target location!”

"You should arrive in four minutes!" Theodore roaring.

"Yes!"

“Bowen failed to open main door. You will directly break through from the side, where the defense is weaker!

"Yes!"

Theodore's head hung up. Hands shaking.

If they cannot save Bowen, the integrity and competence of the New York Police Department will be questioned. His position as the head would probably be in danger.

"Where's the ambulance?"

“Hospital is close. Ambulance almost there!”

"Tell them to wait for us to break down the door."

"Yes, Chief!"

Live broadcasts are still focused on Bowen.

On the screen, Bowen who had already lost his human form fell in front of the thick and luxurious door.

This door was like a checkpoint into the underworld, separating life and death.

The sirens in the live broadcast grew louder and louder, as if they were almost there.

"One minute to death."

"Go go away! Enter through the side door!”