Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Chapter 23 - Death Notices, Again

The following week, Jack worked seven straight night shifts.

The days and nights were reversed.

Just thinking about it made Jack depressed.

These days, he had to commute to work every day, and the routine really bored him.

In addition to that, in the days before the broadcast, the Death Inquisitor began to fade from everyone’s sight, and the once-hot death broadcast room became a topic of conversation only when people were gathering around.

The news media’s coverage of the live broadcast of death also decreased.

However, the Zero Task Force had not slacked off. In the past few days, they were persistent in tracing the bank account and the surveillance camera that showed the back of the Death Judge.

Unfortunately, there was a stump, and there were no developments at all!

Meanwhile, activities at Winston High School had gone back to normal somehow. It was back to its usual state of tranquility.

No one on the Internet paid attention to Linda, the student who jumped off the school building. The people seemed to have forgotten that there could be many students like Linda. They seemed to have ignored the fact that the person responsible for her death is still alive and being protected by a high-ranking official. No one cared anymore.

“F*ck! Who put this here?!”  Chapman, who was in his third year of high school, roared as he jumped up from his chair with a terrified expression on his face.

He took out a card from the drawer under his table.

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Death Notice!

Subject: Chapman

Crime: bullying, murder

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: April 15, 2021

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Chapman’s shout frightened all those around him. Everyone was quiet.

“What’s wrong, Chapman? Who offended you?” Two tall students walked over to Chapman to ask him.

Chapman directly ignored the two of them. Seeing that no one else in the class was talking, Chapman’s gaze fell on Tom, who was sitting against the wall not far away. Catching his gaze, Tom immediately turned his head back, but this small action of his immediately aroused Chapman’s suspicion.

“F*ck you!”  Chapman walked over to Tom while swearing. He rushed towards Tom and kicked him from the bench to the ground.

“Did you put it there? F*ck you!”

Tom was curled up in a corner with a footprint on his body. He shook his head repeatedly and pleadingly said, “Chapman, I don’t know. I really didn’t put it there.”

Chapman glanced at Tom, then turned to the other students in the classroom and shouted, “Did anyone see that Tom didn’t put it there?”

The classroom was silent. At this time, no one dared to say anything.

“So many people think it was you who put it there! How dare you say that it wasn’t you who put it there!” Chapman roared.