LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
chapter 52

At that moment, Adalind's entire body trembled in fear. He was a pervert who had killed many people and personally took many organs. These things made him very excited.

However, it was because doing that to others excited him. He never thought that he should do it for himself. It was also because he had done this so many times with his own hands that he increasingly realized how frightening it was. Now his turn, he was so frightened that even his soul was trembling.

“Ahhhh! Why me? Let me go!" Adalind yells. He's really desperate. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and could fall and be crushed into minced meat in the next second.

'Don't panic, don't panic. Relax, relax... There must be a way to survive. There must be another way.' Adalind continued to take deep breaths and tried to comfort herself to calm down.

Adalind listened to the countdown on the TV, staring at the red high-heeled shoes, the broken fruit knife in front of her, and the thick needle hanging on it. He sensed the darkness in front of him, and his body, which had just stabilized, began to tremble again. His mind was blank, and he could not find a solution at all.

He knew that every Death Inquisitor had an unexpected but simple mind trap. He thought his IQ was not low, and he wanted to use his brain to survive, even if it was only half a second, but he could not do it. In his mind, there was only the sound of a countdown, red high-heeled shoes, fruit knives, thick needles, and an overwhelming fear. He just wanted to leave that cursed place immediately.

"Let go! Let go of me quickly! Ahhhh!”

Adalind thrashed again crazily, but her ankles, waist, and head were all tightly locked by iron chains. He can't move at all.

He felt very desperate.

“F *ck! What a horrible scream! It hasn't even started yet!”

"Ha ha ha! This shows the brilliance of the judge. All the torturers eventually knew that the judge would leave a loophole, but we did not expect that these people could not think in such an environment. They knew that there was a way to survive easily, but they could not find a way. It was torture and this bastard deserved it!”

"Stop yelling. Open your stomach and organs. I can't wait to see it!”

“Are you also perverted? You really want to see this!

“Not many perverts! I just want to see this bastard tortured!”

Seeing Adalind's extremely twisted and hideous face, the audience was so happy that they were even happier than when they were married and had children.

Just then, after a three-minute countdown, the timer on the television turned into a red number, making it even stranger.

Adalind, who had been tormented by mental stress for three minutes, saw the timer had turned red.

His expression became dull, and he trembled violently. Then, with a roar, a turbid liquid seeped out from his black silk and flowed into his feet.

He peed his pants.

He was so scared that he peed his pants!

“Aiya! It's just the beginning, and he's peed!”

“People in the top comments are too unprofessional. It's not called peeing. It's called joy. Don't you understand!”

“Indeed, we all misunderstood him. He's not scared at all. To be able to get excited just like that, he was just a warrior!”

“I admire the judge, but I have an idea. If we use the spiked whip, won't that make him even more excited?”

“You guys really know how to have fun. The judge might also draw some people from the audience to help him. I really want to see someone appear in front of the camera and execute him personally!”

“I also support this idea. I can do that. I often watch horror thriller movies. This sort of thing will definitely be easy to do!”

“Drop the candle and let me whip it. I can do it too!”

Watching Adalind being tortured like this, especially mentally and psychologically, while it looked scary, the audience in the live broadcast room was very happy. They are happier than ever. They kept sending bullet messages, tips, and all sorts of gifts.

When Adalind finished urinating, her nerves seemed to break. He really felt like he was freeing himself. Perhaps due to the stress response of the human body, his mind suddenly became clear.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared in the live broadcast room. Adalind's expression looked crazily as her eyes widened and she began to laugh.

“Ah Ah Ah! Nay! I'm not gonna let you succeed. I'm not gonna die. I will live!" Adalind continued to say, as if she had gone mad. There's only one way now. The only way was to shake the handle to draw his own blood.

The iron lock on Adalind's wrist has been removed. His left and right hands could move freely, but the iron keys on his arms were still locked, so his movements were very limited.

The spinning wheel that controlled the needle was not large. There's one on his left and right side. He used his hands to hold and shake the spinning wheel. The gears are driven, transferring power to the needle above his hand.

Cracks, cracks, cracks, cracks ...

Accompanied by a mechanical splicing sound, the needle slowly descended.

The shape of the needle is a bit strange. It's not like a regular needle. The mouth of the needle is also not round. Instead, it was triangular in shape, with three angles protruding outward.

Time passed by little by little. Adeline forcefully suppressed the fear in her heart and trembled her body. He continued to shake the spinning wheel in his hand, and the needle immediately reached the back of his hand.

But at this moment, he stopped, and his body could not stop trembling.

He's too scared!

He knew that if the human body were to expel more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, there would be a risk of death. By weight, it might not be more than 1,000 milliliters to take his life. Moreover, no one had ever let the death broadcast live.

"Why? Why me? I beg of you! If you let me go, I'll do anything for you. As long as you don't torture me like this, you can play with me as you please. I'm willing to be your slave and serve you for the rest of my life. I beg you, please let me go.” Adalind suddenly cried and pleaded with the Judge of Death.

"Hehe! He just gave up. He wasn't even as scared as the previous High School students. Not even a high school student is as scared as him!”

"What boring. Can't you hold on a little longer? That strange needle will soon be stuck in his hand!”

“Why are you still begging for mercy? You've been arrested. Do you think the Judge will like you?

“If you want to be a slave judge, tell me what you know how to do. You don't know anything, but you still want to be a slave judge!”

“Of course you know how to do everything! A woman like this might have been played with by others for a long time. What else can you not know?”

"Hehe! You still want to be a slave judge? Seeing you disgust me! How disgusting!”