LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
chapter 35

A few minutes later, the announcement of the crime ended. Then, the screen lit up, and a villa appeared. Some people sit on leather sofas and look at their cell phones.

However, at this moment, their expressions froze.

“F *ck! Brother, how do we enter the live broadcast space?”

“Could he hack our camera? That's not true. No camera in this living room.”

"What the hell is going on? Fuck!”

“Come out if you're so brash. Why are you hiding in the sewers like a rat!”

They started to panic. Fear immediately surged into their hearts. The last few days have been very painful for them. They feel very tense. They could barely withstand any stimulation.

Suddenly, Jack's cold voice sounded. "Hello everyone. I'm your host, Judge of Death. Welcome to the live streaming execution today. The identities of the people on the broadcast today were already revealed in the beginning. This game is very simple. The live stream will run for 24 hours. During the live stream, I will make all sorts of accidents for you to walk towards death. All you have to do is avoid death and survive for 24 hours. After 24 hours, the game will be over. If everyone dies within 24 hours, then live streaming will end. Also, let me give you a hint. When the police reopen the case to investigate Linda's death, you're already under police surveillance. Now, you have two choices. One is to wait for the police to come and arrest you and protect you, and the other is to immediately keep running. But I'd like to remind you that wherever you run, death will follow you. He will find you by accident! Now, let's start the game!”

As soon as Jack finished speaking, the bullet screen started rolling crazily.

"I'm sorry. My IQ is too low. I don't really understand the rules of the game! Do you have a high IQ?

“I don't really understand either. I feel like the jury will be taking the stage personally this time!”

“'Death will follow you.' This sentence should be the main point, right?”

“The main point is clear that this live broadcast will last for 24 hours. I won't go to work tomorrow and will be watching the live broadcast all day! That's too much fun!”

“True, true, true. I won't go to school tomorrow. This time, I can finally watch quite in one go!”

“F *ck! I won't go to work tomorrow. If I lose my job, they can cut my pay. Whatever happens, I have to watch the live broadcast!”

At the same time, Ross and the others were stunned as well. They have absolutely no idea what is going on.

"He changed the way he played the game .. from fixed location to crime of the wanderer, from ambush to stalker!" Monica took a deep breath and said, "He's leveling up!"

Hart nodded and said, “TKP went from closed to open. The clues we have are useless now. From this point of view, it is getting harder to solve this case!”

“Yes, the external environment is a huge factor. However, with me, we will be able to finish this!” bowman said with great confidence.

At the time, Ross knew that his previous perfect assumption had been broken. He felt as if his face had been slapped.

However, he noticed one thing. The Judge of Death seemed to know the direction of the police investigation and the progress of the investigation. He seems to know all the details. What does this mean?

'It seems that we should double-check our own personnel!'

This thought flashed through Ross' mind, then, he thought of something and said, “Does he want to kill them one by one? Close combat or long range fire? But either way, the increase this time around will leave more clues for us. He slowly walked out of the shadows.”

Monica said, “You could say that, but stalkers are the most dangerous type of serial killer. They will only attack at the right time. They're like ghosts.”

Ross gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he really is a ghost, I will catch him!"

Willie said, "Master, give the order!"

Meanwhile, in the villa, everyone looked towards Marcellus.

Marcellus looked around the living room and then to the live broadcast. He felt like there was a hidden camera somewhere. This villa had been set up by the enemy, and it was too unsafe to continue living there. Moreover, the police can come at any time.

"Yes!"

Everyone immediately took action.

Then, the live broadcast room automatically turned into a separate scene, featuring everyone acting alone.

Bentham did not move for a long time. He doesn't want to leave. He had been thinking about what the judge said about the deaths that followed them and discovered them by accident. He thought if he was in a hurry, he would die sooner.

“Bentham, do you have nothing to pack? We really left this time, and we will not return, ” said Marcellus coldly, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Yes yes..."

Bentham was so frightened that he hurriedly got up, and as he did so, his knee hit the coffee table. With a bang, the cup on the table fell, and the water in it flowed out, washing the signature pen on the table to the floor and then rolling to the side.

"Sorry, Brother Marcellus." Bentham quickly helped clean the cup. It was Marcellus' cup.

“Why do you care about that? Quickly and Pack your stuff -”!<TAG1>

"Yes!"

Bentham turned around and was about to go upstairs when he stepped on the signature pen. His legs slipped and he lost his balance.

"Aah!"

Bentham shouted and banged his entire body into the corner of the coffee table. Just as his head was about to hit him, Marcellus kicked the coffee table at the most critical moment. Hardly, a piece of coffee table fell. However, the entire coffee table moves a dozen centimeters to the left. With a thud, Bentham fell hard to the floor.

Hissing!

Bentham took a deep breath.

If he gets hit on the head, he'll die. He might even end up with a big hole in his skull.

“F *ck! Who threw the pen to the ground? Are you trying to kill me?”

Bentham stood up and kicked the pen. The pen flew out and hit the foot of the sofa. Then, it bounced back. After a few rounds, he stopped on the right side of the coffee table. That along with the corner of the coffee table is broken!

"What!"

"Exactly. It's OK if you don't die from falling and ruining your face. Too bad!”

The audience looks sorry.

The people on the broadcast were very fast. They finish it in two or three minutes. Bentham was the last one left. They don't know why he's so slow.

Marcellus looked at Bentham, who was heading down, and said, "Brain, don't you want to go?"

“Of course I want to go. Let's go together."

Bentham immediately sped up his pace and ran. Marcellus snorted coldly.

"Go!"

As soon as he said that, Bentham suddenly let out an "Ah."