Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Chapter 216-220

Bipson pinched his nose. As the concentration of natural gas increased, the stench of ethanethiol made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He inhaled slightly and felt his stomach churn as he vomited debris all over the floor.

His eyes were red as he roared, “Death Inquisitor, I know you’re here. Didn’t you want to see me detonate? I won’t detonate. I’ll definitely escape successfully.”

As soon as he finished scolding, he immediately pinched his nose.

“How do I get Out? There must be another way. There must be. Ah, you damn pervert, I can definitely get out.”

Bipson roared furiously as his brain worked frantically. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind and a problem appeared.

“How did I get in? That’s right!

As long as this problem was solved, everything would be solved.

“I’m a genius!”

“Death Judge, you want to entrap me, right? In your next life!”

Looking at Bipson’s sinister smile, the netizens were stunned.

“With your IQ, you still want to challenge the Death Judge. If you can think of it, the Death Judge won’t. Just detonate it obediently!”

“That’s right. What’s the point of thinking so much? In the end, it’s all for nothing.”

“In the end, you’re still too young. You don’t know the dangers of society. Even if you know the shortcut, I’m afraid it’s a bigger trap!”

“Haha! This guy must be hallucinating. He’s talking nonsense. If the game designed by the Death Inquisitor were so easy, criminals would not fear and turn themselves in.”

The netizens kept sending bullet messages. Bipson was knocking on the ground.

Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang!

He knocked again and again and sneered, “Death Inquisitor, are you watching? You must be very anxious now. Since you can send me in, there must be a secret passage. You want me to detonate the natural gas? You’re eating SH*T! Haha!”

Bipson laughed ferociously, as if he had really found a shortcut to success. The netizens also looked worried when they heard him say that. They had never thought of this problem before, but now that they heard him say it, they felt unusually uneasy.

“Seeing how arrogant he is smiling, it can’t be that he really found the solution, right?”

“That’s the case, but it shouldn’t be that simple!”

“It’s hard to say. Sometimes, the Death Judge wants them to think or believe that they have figured it out. Perhaps his brain is abnormal. It’s hard to say if he really thought of it.”

“Brothers, don’t panic. If we can think of it, the Death Judge will definitely think of it as well. Moreover, you haven’t noticed that he has designed four different traps for different criminals. The answer is clearly very simple, but he just can’t think of it.”

Even though this was the logic, the netizens still had worried looks on their faces. They looked at Bipson on the screen and cursed in their hearts. They were hoping that he would terribly fail the game.

At this moment, Bipson was knocking on the ground. He had already knocked on two-thirds of the ground. He began to panic. Could it be that it was such a coincidence that the secret passage was not at the place where he was knocking?

Could it be that he was mistaken? There was no secret passage at all.

This was all his illusion, a consolation to escape the explosion.