Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Chapter 27 - Internal Strife

The outside world was in chaos, and the news media rushed into the New York police station as fast as they could.

After all, the press conference had only been held for two days, and the investigation had revealed that Linda had committed suicide. Now, it had turned into a murder. The amount of information was too much, and no media would let go of this big news.

“Officer, can you answer a question?”

“For now, I won’t answer any questions. For those who ask questions, wait until the death broadcast is over! Right now, we’re all busy looking for the Death Judge!”

“Why did the press conference say that Linda had committed suicide? What do the police think about the judge’s revelation today?”

“For now, I won’t answer any questions! Please leave and don’t disrupt our investigation!”

After the reporters were chased out of the police station, no one left. All of them stood guard at the entrance of the police station and watched the death broadcast. When the broadcast ended, they would receive the information as soon as possible.

While the outside world went crazy, the anger in the live broadcast room was somewhat suppressed. The four of them looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

“What do we do now? Say something! I don’t want to die.” Chris started crying again.

Chapman’s face was full of fear. He swallowed hard and looked at the pedestal not far away. There was a transparent glass box on it, and the key was placed inside. As long as he walked up, he could get it easily.

“I don’t know if you will die today, but I won’t die!” Chapman said. He was determined to get the key.

“Chapman, don’t move yet. Didn’t he say not to trust your instincts? Didn’t he mean not to get the key?” Bronte said as he thought of something.

Grant said, “Are you f*cking stupid? If you don’t get the key, are you waiting to die here? Maybe you want to die, but I don’t! There are a lot of things that I haven’t done yet! My family is so rich, and I haven’t even enjoyed life yet! I can’t die!”

“Look at this! Maybe we can try to turn off this machine!” Bronte said.

The three of them looked over and saw that the harvester was more than ten centimeters above the ground. There were four very small and exquisite steel devices under it. There was a steel pen knife inside. The steel ring outside continued to rotate, and they noticed that the speed was not very fast. However, the blades looked unusually sharp.

At the other end of the device, there were blood grooves, which led to a circular plastic bowl. At the bottom of the plastic bowl was a horizontal rod. The horizontal rod was near the small bowl that was fixed on a bracket, like a scale. At the other end of the horizontal rod was a thick circular iron device. At this moment, the circular iron piece, because of its weight, fell on the bottom plate, connecting two wires that have previously been disconnected.

“If that round piece of iron can be lifted up, the circuit might be broken,” said Chris.

“So what if it’s broken? Then what? Can you take the chain off?”

“This device is very obvious. If you want the round piece of iron to be lifted up, you have to fill the small bowl at the other end with something. What do you think it is?” Chapman snorted.