LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death

chapter 25

When Clarice, Bronte, and Grant heard Chapman's screams, they inevitably turned to look.

Hissing!

The three of them took a deep breath and broke out in cold sweat.

At this time, Chapman could neither advance nor retreat. He hated the Death Inquisitor so much. That damn clock keeps ticking nonstop. He saw the seconds go by, but he was unable to do anything with the key in his hand.

“F *ck you, Judge! I'll kill your whole family!”

Chapman cursed, then he raised his left hand and smashed it into the glass case. Bang ! The glass box did not change at all. It was not ordinary glass at all, but reinforced and hardened glass!

“F *ck! Ahhhh!”

Chapman is desperate. He looked at his right hand, which was severely injured by the thorns, and gritted his teeth. But as he exerted his strength, the thorn made a small hole in his flesh.

"ah! ah ah ah ah!”

Chapman screamed in pain. Looking at that small hole, fresh blood continued to flow out.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry. Let me go. I won't dare to do it again.” Chapman felt excruciating pain and fear. He began to beg for mercy. Tears were flowing down his face. Ever since he was born, he had never suffered such complaints. He never suffered such torture.

However, tears and repentance were not believed in the death broadcast room. If you can live, you can tell others. If you die, you can go to Hell and tell the Devil.

Jack's cold voice sounded again.

“You have 30 seconds left. You are each very proud, proud, and overconfident when you bully your classmates. Now, you don't have to be afraid. Otherwise, you will be turned into minced meat!”

"Aah!"

"You bastard!" chanted Chapman and pulled his right hand madly.

"Ah ah ah!"

Amidst the shout, Chapman's hand was pulled back bit by bit. At this point, the camera zooms in. The skin and flesh of his wrists were pulled out bit by bit. It was as if a clumsy butcher was peeling his skin in a mess. It was so messy and bloody. That's repulsive.

"Ho ho ho ho..."

As Chapman pulled out his key, he smiled grimly and coldly. His hands looked like the hands of demons, as if they were coming out of hell. It looked like a chicken claw that had been bitten by a dog. It was full of holes and bleeding profusely.

"Judges of Death.I, Chapman, have passed..." Chapman raised his trembling, bloody hand and inserted the key into the keyhole. With a bang, the iron ring was opened and the rope and collar were immediately removed.

Seeing he had been saved, Bronte, the weakest, pleaded, “Chapman, save me. Your key might be able to unlock me! Just like last live broadcast!”

"Geez! Even if I can open it, I won't let you use it! If you want to live, reach out and take it! Fuck yourself! You want to earn a reward without working hard for it? I can't let you guys be so easy after suffering so much!” chapman said as he took off his coat and wrapped it around his right hand.

"Chapman, save me, I'm your woman!" shouted Chris.

Chapman snorted and said, “I have many women. Besides, I'm not the only guy you have. If I don't save Bronte, I can't save you either! Save yourself!" After saying that, he threw the key into a corner.

“F *ck! He didn't even save his own friends when they were about to die. This little bastard is quite ruthless.”

“If he is not cruel, how can he do those things? He is a despicable and selfish person. He could not see that others were better than him!”

"Increase! The key is that I am a student. My life is worse than that of a high school student. Even now, I am still a virgin!”

“Hey, you don't need to be sad now. Being a virgin at the age of 30 is not a sad thing!”

Spectators watched the live broadcast while chatting and joking with each other. Other spectators, including Clarice, Bronte, and Grant, begin their final desperate battle.

"Aah!"

"Ah ah ah!"

"Aah!"

"Ah ah ah!"

The three of them were like wild beasts. They don't care about anything else. They rushed forward crazily and frantically grabbed their hands. Then, they withdrew, causing blood to spurt out.

“F *ck! This is awesome! Bronte couldn't do it. He really fell!”

"Ha ha ha ha! He couldn't even drag a woman away. I think Chris will die first in this round!

“This trash is better than women in the power game. When I saw her intimidating her classmates, she also used her background to scare people. Die fast first!”

“Eight seconds left! The show is about to start! Fast, fast, fast!”

“7,6,5,4,3,2,1...”

"Yes!"

Countdown 60 seconds stop.

Bronte's hand had just grabbed into the glass box and was bitten by an iron claw. At that moment, he was stunned and his mind went blank.

Creaking, creaking.

The rope was quickly pulled back, and a great force pulled Bronte.

"No no no no no no no! Save me!" Shouted Bronte, but his strength was too strong. With a bang, his hand was pulled out of the glass box. His skin and muscles peeled off, turning into pieces. His hand also turned into a skeleton that held some chopped meat, then dragged towards the harvester.

“Ah, ah, ah, I don't want to die! Save me!"

Bang out!

As Bronte approached the high-speed rotating harvester, the death of the close-up image came again.

His entire body was torn apart by sharp steel bars. The skin, muscles, and blood vessels outside his body were torn apart piece by piece and then discarded. Blood was everywhere. On the ground, walls, and ceilings, there were patches of blood, pieces of human skin, and human flesh.

At the end of the peeling, the bones looked very clear, but then the bones were also torn and shattered. The entire process took only about ten seconds, and in the end only his head was left hanging above the harvester, as his skull was too large, not sucked into the harvester. Then there was a small part of the backbone below, still dripping blood.

“F *ck! I was scared to death! That's too scary!”

“This buyer is so strong! It's so scary!”

“It was good, it was really great. This little bastard died too well!

"Today it seems like it's bleeding abnormally!"

“Live streaming which does not bleed? Every live stream is bleeding!”

“That's true, but this time it's bloodier than ever! This is only the first match, and there have been tragic deaths. It was just a head that was shaved off by the harvester!”

Bullet messages were sent in a dense stream, and all sorts of gifts were sent, as if free. The entire live broadcast room was filled with the sounds of celebration.

However, right now, at Bronte's house.

“Ahhh! My boy! The Goddamn Death Investigator! I'll kill your whole family!” His parents and relatives were screaming.

Bronte's eyes were filled with blood. He's like a ghost. He looks very scary.