The live broadcast restarted.
The image showed the woman who had already been firmly bound to the chair, the black-haired Short-haired Girl sitting to the side with vacant eyes and hands folded on her lap, and Justice’s terrifying goat head floating in mid-air.
The black suit Justice wore was truly difficult to distinguish in the darkness, making his head look like a supportless human head balloon floating in the air, which was chilling.
However, as the woman’s face, turned pale with fright, appeared in the frame, people’s attention immediately shifted to her.
[I remember her. She’s that Judge, isn’t she? Quite famous. A lot of people reported her before. I didn’t expect to see her here today. Heh, I guess retribution has finally arrived.]
[Don’t even get me started. Fu Shou’er’s facial features really say it all. Look closely at this person’s eyes and brows. She doesn’t look like much and seems quite gentle, but she’s actually a complete idiot.]
[Didn’t you enjoy acting all powerful and domineering in court? Scared now? So you do know how to feel fear.]
Justice forced the woman to swallow these scrolling bullet comments one by one.
From her uncontrollably trembling pupils, one could see the extreme panic in her heart.
Although nothing bloody had appeared yet, she couldn’t help but associate the situation with the brutality Justice had shown in past judgments.
Furthermore, in places not shown by the live broadcast, she had clearly seen those execution tools covered in blood-colored rust.
Justice’s rasping voice echoed continuously around her.
In her daze, she seemed to hear countless wails rising from those cold pincers, hooks, and knives.
Humans are best at scaring themselves, and this is even more pronounced in such extreme situations.
The woman’s psyche was clearly more fragile than an average person’s.
After just a moment, an unpleasant odor began to spread from between her shaking thighs.
This was a physiological response to extreme terror, quite humiliating, but how could she care about such things now?
It should be said she couldn’t control it at all.
In contrast, even though Justice’s nostrils were filled with the unpleasant, pungent smell, and even 007, who was still controlled within the hallucination, couldn’t help but frown, Justice took a deep breath.
Like an old smoker taking a hit, he exhaled it with a refreshed expression.
“A familiar scent. I smell it. It is panic. Unfortunately, it is not thick enough. It falls far short of that Hell where I was born.”
Saying this, his words paused slightly, and then his tone became cold once again.
“It is better to mix in a bit of blood. Only then will it be stimulating enough.”
Under the woman’s terrified gaze, Justice slowly reached his hand toward the table of execution tools, grabbed one at random, and pulled it out to reveal a slightly worn scalpel.
The blade was no longer smooth, and the edge was pitted and uneven, looking as if a dog had gnawed on it.
Clearly, it hadn’t been replaced in a long time.
After all, a dull knife cuts flesh with the most pain.
“No, no, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Please, I beg you to let me go, I’ll change…”
[She doesn’t know she was wrong; she just knows she’s about to die.]
“I do not think so. When a beast is about to die, its cry is sorrowful. However… since when has a butcher ever put down his bleeding knife because of that?”
Justice spoke easily, yet his hands were brutal as he tore open the woman’s collar.
He quickly applied the knife below her collarbone.
Flesh was torn, and blood gurgled out.
Perhaps due to a surge of adrenaline, the woman did not feel the intense pain she had imagined, but she could feel the temperature draining from her body.
The fear of losing her life unconsciously grew rapidly every second.
The woman’s final psychological defense line completely collapsed.
Ironically, just over ten minutes ago, that Clown had also committed suicide in a similar manner, but the fear of death had never appeared in his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had already lost his attachment to life.
The woman lost consciousness, and Justice stopped his knife.
He had merely carved a bloody “1” onto the woman’s skin.
At this moment, he grinned and operated something again.
Seeing that this so-called judgment seemed to have ended, most of the audience was full of doubt—until the next moment, when other live broadcast feeds were linked in.
One, then another.
At the same time, five identical goat heads actually appeared on the same screen.
In front of each of them was a person locked away.
They were a middle-aged couple, a thin and small man, and a woman approximately in her fifties or sixties.
Similarly, “2”, “3”, “4”, and “5” were carved in order onto their chests.
007 was wrong.
He thought Justice had chosen to strike the Judge, the important figure in this incident, first.
In fact, Justice did not take the Combat Division seriously at all.
Using an unknown method, he appeared in several places simultaneously and took control of all the primary targets.
“Alright, the foreplay is over. Let us get straight to the point. Everyone, I do not intend to let you return disappointed. Therefore, I have specially brought all the lambs burdened with sin before us for the purpose of conducting a complete judgment.”
The atmosphere in the Live Broadcast Room instantly became excited.
After all, what was appearing before them exceeded their knowledge.
Was this goat head a mask, or a symbol of being a Strange Person?
After all, an ordinary person couldn’t do something like this.
“Allow me to introduce them. These two are Mr. Clown’s parents-in-law.”
The middle-aged couple was in the same frame.
They were currently looking at each other, and it was unclear if they hadn’t grasped the situation or if they were feeling regret for their act of buying and selling their daughter’s marriage.
“And this one is the lover of Mr. Clown’s wife, as well as the mastermind who instigated her to frame him.”
Although the thin man’s physique wasn’t much to look at, his features were decent and clean.
He didn’t look very old.
At this moment, he, like the woman, had fallen into a deep coma.
“As for this last one, she is the biological mother who abandoned Mr. Clown.”
Listening to Justice’s words, the woman stole a timid glance at him, not daring to breathe.
Her head was tilted back with her eyes staring straight up, like a goldfish turned belly-up.
“Those who caused Mr. Clown’s tragedy are likely these few. I wonder, everyone, who do you think is the one with the deepest sins?”
As his voice fell, a chaotic mess of bullet comments began to flash by rapidly.
Almost every “lamb” was fully condemned, and there were even many who, filled with righteous indignation, wished they could reach through the screen and bite a piece of meat off them.
While waiting during the moment of debate, Justice stepped slowly in front of 007.
This black-haired Magical Girl made him feel inexplicably concerned.
Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that his ability had not penetrated those grey, dull eyes; it lacked the ability to grasp the desires and fears within her heart.
This intuition was difficult to ignore, to the point where he couldn’t help but look a few more times, wanting to confirm what exactly the scenes flashing in the other party’s eyes were.
At that very moment, between those lusterless grey eyes, a trace of ink-color, so subtle it was almost imperceptible, flashed.
In an instant, it dyed the entire pupil into a deep, profound black.
“Irina, truly unreliable. Luckily, I kept a card up my sleeve.”
He muttered to himself in a low voice, and then immediately noticed the goat head that was leaning extremely close and the terrible smell in the air.
His brows immediately furrowed, showing clear disgust.
“So disgusting.”