Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

At the New York Police Department, inside the Office of Task Force Zero…

“The Death Inquisitor has started the live broadcast!”

A loud shout came from the office. Judy's fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard as she spoke, playing the live broadcast of the Death Inquisitor on the big screen.

“He really made a move!” Ross's gaze was fixed on the big screen.

In the broadcast room, a long-haired woman with a hot body and a beautiful face was locked in an iron chair. Her s.h.i.+rt had been taken off, revealing her flat stomach.

Above the armrest of the iron chair, there were two thick needles. The shape of the needles was strange. They were facing the woman's hands. There were steering wheel-like devices on both armrests.

There was a broken fruit knife in front of the woman. The part of the blade was broken like a saw, and there was a pair of red high heels not far in front of her, facing the woman's eyes.

On the other end of the room, there was a scale. On one end of the scale was a gla.s.s beaker, and on the other end was a weight that pressed down on the scale. On the two ends of the scale were two broken wires.

Looking at the device in the live broadcast room, the people of the police station could not understand what kind of game the Death Judge was going to play.

“The Death Judge has returned to a specific place to kill people,” Monica said.

“This device looks very complicated. I wonder what kind of game he is going to play this time!”

Anthony took a deep breath and said, “The slanted scale and the wires on both ends should be the key to the game. I wonder what it is used for!”

At this moment, Ross's gaze fell on the red high heels not far away from the woman.

“Judy, pull up the photos of the homeless man incident a few days ago. Compare them with this woman and the high heels in front of her to see if they are the same person!”

With a series of typing sounds, a few photos were pulled out. Soon, the comparison was completed, and Judy said, “That's right! It's her. This woman is called Adalind. She's 23 years old and is 164 centimeters tall. She used to be a model. Last year, for some unknown reason, she retired from the modeling world. Now, she lives at 1708, 17th floor, House 23, Manhattan.”

Willie glanced at Ross. His tone was not very good as he said, “Could it be that she was arrested and put on trial because she abused a homeless person? This crime is indeed very unsympathetic and terrible, but it is not to the point of being sentenced to death, right? Isn't the Death Inquisitor a little too much? Or maybe he couldn't find someone who has committed a serious crime? Perhaps he only arrested her to satisfy his desire to kill?”

Ross sighed as he listened to Willie's a.n.a.lysis. He shook his head and said, “It won't be that simple. Let's continue watching.”

At that moment, in the live broadcast room, the viewers were also very excited. However, their focus was completely different from the police.

“Wow, this woman is really beautiful. Those long legs, those perky b.u.t.tocks, and look at these big b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They're really too s.e.xy!”

“Could the judge have made a mistake? It would be a pity to execute such a beautiful woman. She's such a beauty!”

“That's right. Why don't we continue in a few days? Let me play with her for a few days. I can offer a very high price!”

“Don't think about it. Do you think the judge runs a brothel? Why don't we just let the judge do it? Just let him broadcast it for us!”

“Agreed. The judge can broadcast it for us. They can't shut down your broadcast anyway. I've never seen such a gruesome broadcast on a legal platform before!”

“What did this woman do? I don't know why, but this woman looks very familiar.”

The audience kept commenting on the bullet screen. They were all very curious and extremely excited because the woman was too beautiful. Her devilish figure made many people have to type with one hand.

1

Just as the netizens kept sending bullet screens, Adalind woke up. She saw that she was fixed on an ice-cold iron chair and that there were still some unknown devices in the room. She suddenly recalled what had happened before she fainted. Her beautiful face instantly turned very pale.

“Death Judge! I've been captured by the Death Judge!”

Adalind looked around in fear and screamed loudly.

“Help! Is anyone there? Help me!”

“No need to shout. No one will come to save you. I'm the Death Judge. I want to play a game with you.” Jack's cold and hoa.r.s.e voice rang out in the empty room.

Hearing this voice, Adalind trembled with fear. She had watched the previous death livestreams, and now that she heard this voice at the scene, she was so terrified that she almost peed her pants.

She also knew in her heart that anyone who played the Death Inquisitor's games had all died. There were many people who were smarter, stronger, and fiercer than her, but none of them survived, so she completely understood her situation.

“I don't want to play games with you. Please let me go. You're mistaken. I'm really not a bad woman.”

“Really?”

Adalind hesitated for a moment and said, “I admit that I was the one who abused the homeless man a few days ago. I was the one who took the photos and posted them on the Internet. But you can't kill me because of that, right? “There are too many people who have abused the homeless, and I don't know how many people have beaten others. Do you want to kill them all?”

After she finished her words, she won the support of the audience for the first time in the live broadcast room, either because she was reasonable or because she was beautiful.

“It makes sense!”

“I also spat on the homeless when I was a child.”

“I threw a stone at a homeless person.”

“Although I never bullied a homeless person, I chased away a homeless person who was lying in front of my shop.”

“Please don't kill her, judge. Just punish her.”

Jack glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, shook his head, and in a hoa.r.s.e and cold voice, said, “Then do they have as many organs as you?”

Adalind's expression suddenly changed, and the corner of her mouth twitched. She knew that she had to deny this matter.

“What organs? I don't know what you're talking about!”

“She's lying!” said Monica, who was watching the live broadcast.

“She might be the main culprit of the homeless man's case. That's why the Death Judge captured her!” Ross a.n.a.lyzed.

At that moment, Jack's cold and hoa.r.s.e voice sounded again. “That pair of red high heels in front of you is very bright. How much blood from homeless men's bodies did you use to make it look that red? You tricked the homeless man into the hotel and then drugged him. You used a scalpel to cut open his stomach and remove his organs. Do you think you didn't leave any traces?”

“I don't know what you're talking about. You can check my hotel records!”

“You used s.e.x as an excuse to lure a homeless man to a hotel and let him get his own room. Then, you and he would climb along the windowsill to an empty room. When a homeless man sees you, of course, he will only think about s.e.x. He won't notice anything wrong at all. You're really smart.”

“Your imagination is really rich, but I didn't do it. You're slandering me!”

Jack knew that she would deny it. In a cool voice, he answered, “I found a video on your phone. Do you dare to watch it?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the television not far from Adalind suddenly turned on.