Alicia and Tyler panicked when they heard someone speaking with a cold, hoarse voice nearby.
They were already mentally weakened because they had just experienced a series of strange events they couldn't explain in a few words. This disturbing voice shook them even more.
"Please, don't kill me! You must listen to me, I've never killed anyone in my life! Believe me, I'm a good person! Please, don't hurt me!" Alicia screamed in horror, realizing the fate that awaited her.
Tyler had an unpleasant expression on his face. Fear and suffering tormented him, but at that moment he knew that no matter how much he begged for mercy, it would be useless before the judge of death.
Seeing Alicia's magnificent acting skills, those who didn't know her would probably think she was completely innocent.
Larry, on the other hand, mocked her. Some people are simply lucky.
Alicia was like that, that kind of person.
However, no matter how much she tried to defend herself, she could not escape the judgment awaiting her.
If Larry had his eyes on a criminal, nothing could save them.
This time, Larry was in a crematorium specially set up for this trial. And with Dexter's help, kidnapping two people had been easy.
That night, he was going to have a live broadcast even more exciting and terrifying than the previous execution.
Larry sneered as he looked at Alicia and Tyler.
"Alicia, have you killed many people? Sarah, Laisa, Melissa and Katie, do you still remember those names? You took care of sending all those young women who had yet to fully enjoy their youth to a basement."
"You kept them locked behind barred doors and played with them until they finally died tragically. There was also Elisa, whom you delivered to Malcolm through lies and manipulation. In the end, Elisa, like the others, ended up without organs and abandoned in a forest."
Larry's cold voice was like cold water for Alicia. The truth she had hidden for so long was revealed in less than a minute before her.
Alicia suddenly fell silent. A chill ran through her entire body.
She didn't expect the judge of death to have investigated her so thoroughly. A wave of fear overwhelmed her.
"I confess! I surrender! I'm willing to accept the punishment of the law. Let the police come and arrest me! I'll say whatever you want! Please, don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Alicia screamed and sobbed even harder.
This woman disgusted Larry. She should have known she would die soon after being tortured. If they hadn't caught her, she wouldn't have admitted anything. Why hadn't she confessed her past crimes to the police? Larry didn't care to think about the conscience of this repulsive woman.
For a moment, cries, wails and screams filled the dark room. The aura inside the room was especially strange and morbid.
Meanwhile, on social media, last-minute messages from viewers poured in.
"Damn! Another piece of scum! A beast!"
"Now she's willing to turn herself in! Why didn't you surrender before? Now you know fear! The judge must kill her!"
"If she doesn't want to die, what do you think her victims wanted? Did that bitch think they wanted to die? Now that you've killed so many people, it's your turn, you classy bitch!"
Dexter, in the darkness, read all those messages arriving in real time on a log in front of the computer.
"Fascinating, truly incredible."
…
At that moment, the members of the special forces also looked serious. They would never be compassionate when dealing with criminals.
They couldn't wait to execute that person immediately! However, the problem was that the judge of capital punishment acted on his own and executed these criminals at will.
He did not represent the law. For the police, executing someone without authorization was a crime, and those who overstepped the law had to be arrested.
"This woman is a true femme fatale. After killing so many people, how is she still alive? Doesn't she have nightmares at night?" a policeman at the station couldn't help saying while watching the live broadcast.
Daniel, who was in the same room, said, "This isn't right…"
"He'll do the dirty work, and we'll take care of arresting the judge of death," said an old agent who believed that the judge of death's methods saved them a lot of work and were divine justice for criminals.
Elena said coldly, "What? Don't forget your identities. That judge of Death has committed another crime. He's an executioner, not a hero!"
Some nearby officers ignored what Elena said. Some even criticized her silently. To be honest, they were all high-ranking people. For them, a special agent shouldn't lecture them on such matters. They had always disobeyed these police officers. If it weren't for their superiors' orders, they wouldn't have come.
Of course, no matter what happened, they would never resort to open conflict with their colleagues, which would eventually cause internal strife. Capturing the judge of Death was their common goal.
At that moment, Elena smiled coldly and said, "See? This is the brilliance of the judge of Death. He deliberately guides us and turns us into his followers. Even you have been affected. If I'm not mistaken, now you all believe those people deserve to die!"
Daniel clenched his teeth and said nothing. "When I catch him, I'll beat him until he can't stand!"
…
Larry silently savored the pleas; he would let the relatives of the victims enjoy the torment of the one who had taken their loved ones.
After a while, Larry looked at Tyler, who was the quietest.
"Tyler, all those girls kidnapped by Alicia… You raped all of them, didn't you? You enjoyed it a lot, is that true?" he asked in a cold tone.
"Shut up! I killed them all, they were bitches. You want to play death? I'll play with you to the end! It's fine if I die, but if I get out of here alive, whoever you are, I'll kill you!" Tyler roared furiously. His words enraged viewers at home.
Larry, on the other hand, was a little surprised.
"Well, I hope you're up to the task…" Larry got angry and said, "Welcome everyone, let me introduce our protagonist today, a woman named Alicia. She owns one of the most famous bars in the slums. We also have Tyler, the head of security of said bar and a close friend of Alicia."
Larry paused and continued after a while. "Torturers, my execution is a game. If you win, you can live. If you lose, the price is death."
"At this moment you feel a strange object inside your mouth. What you have is a row of blades embedded in your tongue. Imagine it as a meat juicer running through your throat."
"When the game begins, you will have 60 seconds. In front of you, over a lit stove, there is a pair of metal scissors. Your task is to take them, enduring the heat, and then use them to cut your own tongue and free the blades from your mouth."
"If you don't do it in time, the mechanism will activate: the blades will spin violently, shredding your tongue, your vocal cords, your trachea and your esophagus, ensuring a slow and painful death."
"But there is an additional complication: in this room there is a sound meter. If the noise exceeds 60 decibels, the timer will be reduced by 10 seconds for each excess. Your screams of pain, or even a clumsy movement that generates too much noise, could seal your fate."
"All your life you've done anything for money… but today you must ask yourselves: what would you do for your own life? The choice is yours: live or die."
As Larry's cold, hoarse voice echoed in the captives' ears, the ceiling lights turned on one by one.
Tyler and Alicia squinted unconsciously as they looked at the dazzling lights, but the ticking of the timer snapped them back instantly.
The rope used to tie their wrists had loosened.
Alicia looked at Tyler. His mouth was full of dried dark-red blood, and a knife hurt him at the corner. At first glance, he looked like a ghost from a horror movie.
It was very terrifying.
Seeing Tyler's appearance, Alicia thought she looked the same. She had two cuts on her beautiful face, right at the corners of her mouth. Realizing this, she preferred to die quickly!