The Audience Exploded

"The introduction is not written randomly. There are people who suffer from hemophobia, heart disease, and cowardice. Don't read it anymore. It will be even scarier in a while. It's not a big deal to be scared to death. Maybe he will really be scared to death."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid of a girl. This kind of beast should be tortured to death with the cruelest methods! I'll immediately open the champagne to celebrate his death!"

Looking at the bullet screens that filled the hall's monitor, Bowen could never have imagined that he, as a well-known oil tycoon, would be in such a miserable state today.

Unwillingness and resentment filled his brain!

"Whoever can save me, I'll give him 10% of my assets. No! I'll give him half!"

Just as he finished speaking, the bullet screens on the monitor again flared up with comments from the viewers.

"Save you? Stop dreaming. If you don't die, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

"Even the police can't save you. Who do you expect to save you?"

"Why do I feel like he's saying this to the judge? The judge won't be tempted, right?"

"Upstairs, do you think that someone who can do such a thing will be bribed by money?"

"That's right. The judge isn't such a person. He's doing it for justice!"

"Was he an idiot just now? If it was for money, he could have just kidnapped him. Why would it be so troublesome?"

"Actually, I don't think it's a good thing for the streamer to do this. After all, this is still lynching, not to mention killing someone. This is already considered murder. If crimes were to be solved by lynching, why would the police and judges be needed? No matter how many reasons there are, it can't cover up the fact that this live broadcast is a crime itself. I think the live broadcast room will be shut down very soon. The streamer's arrest will be the headline of tomorrow's news."

"When your wife is raped and killed, and you are cooked and eaten, I hope you can still calmly talk about the law!"

"If the law was useful, why hasn't such a scum been caught yet?"

Just as the live broadcast room was bustling with discussions, the live broadcast room, which originally had less than 20 million viewers, suddenly had more than 30 million viewers. The number of viewers had soared to 50 million. If the live broadcast was not maintained by the trial system, the live stream room would have collapsed.

"Death Judge? What kind of live stream is this?"

"What's going on? The beautiful streamer is watching as well. Why is she here?"

"Have you guys noticed? This is the only live stream room left on the website!"

"Don't be anxious, new friends. The judge is executing people. It's very exciting!"

The bullet comments in the live stream room became even denser, directly turning the live stream room into a white screen.

"He actually shut down the server directly? Looks like he's really anxious."

Jack, who was hiding in the darkness, revealed a faint mocking smile on his face, and the atmosphere instantly became even stranger.

Seeing the number of people in the live broadcast room increase explosively, Theodore was instantly dumbfounded.

There were 50 million people watching!

How negative would the impact of this video be?

"Idiot! What's going on? Why has the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased instead!"

"Chief, the server shutdown has failed. The other broadcast rooms have been shut down, so the viewers have all squeezed into his broadcast room."

"Then hurry up and restart the server!"

"Yes! But the restart will take 15 minutes. There are still 13 minutes until Bowen's death. I'm afraid it's too late."

"Why didn't you say so earlier! Tell the police cars to go faster!"

"Yes!" The police officer at the side agreed and nodded, but he also felt very helpless. Rebooting the computer took time, and the server would surely take longer.

Just as the police station was getting busy, a cold voice rang out in the live broadcast room.

"The police shut down the server. Only this live broadcast room is not affected, so you all jumped here."

"With such IQ, no wonder you couldn't even find any evidence of Bowen's crime."

"Or maybe there's nothing wrong with your IQ. You probably just didn't want to look for it."

At this moment, Theodore was so angry that he was about to go crazy!

He was mocking everyone around him.

"But don't worry, I'll be the judge of the crimes that the police don't care about."

"There are still twelve minutes until Bowen's death. There are still seven minutes until he can't even move a finger. At that time, he will lose his ability to save himself. He can only wait for the incompetent police to save his life, or he will end up watching himself die."

Jack's death sentence echoed in the air. It was full of sarcasm and provocation.

Bowen hated the judge at that moment and wanted to let him have a taste of his own medicine.

However, he didn't have time to think about this.

As the judge said, there were still seven minutes before he could only wait for his death. He didn't expect the police to do anything at all.

Bowen could only save himself!

Thinking of this, Bowen stood up from the ground and slowly walked towards the corridor, step by step and with great difficulty.

"He hasn't given up?"

"What else does he want to do?"

"F*ck. Could it be that he wants to take the key from his son's stomach?"

"As expected of a beast! He won't even let his own son off!"

"It's best if he cuts his son's stomach open. If he does, he won't have time to take the antidote. The two of them will die together!"

Bowen was currently struggling to climb up the stairs, one section at a time. He could no longer walk up the stairs.

Although Little Bowen was his only son, no one could be an obstacle to his survival.

...

While the viewers were arguing on the bullet screen, Bowen had already climbed up the stairs. Because he had no muscles to support him and had to climb up the stairs, his hands and feet had lost their basic shape. Black blood flowed out, like a pile of rotten meat hanging on his bones.

"Seven minutes to death and two minutes to loss of mobility," the deep and cold voice echoed in Bowen's ears once again.