After digging in the mud for so long, Su Mo's shoes got a little dirty. He first wiped them with a towel, after all he was going to live stream later, if his feet were covered in mud that would lose him points.
He turned Wang Jian's phone to the live streaming page, with the camera pointed at Xie Kun. After thinking for a bit, Su Mo also turned on the TV.
"It's New Year's Eve, might as well celebrate properly," he muttered to himself.
He checked his outfit again, an all black overcoat, a plain black face mask, and tall black Doc Martens boots.
He nodded, very satisfied, then sat on a stool and waited quietly for Xie Kun to wake up.
Around 9 o'clock, the TV was playing a skit. Su Mo was watching it with great interest when Xie Kun woke up.
Su Mo looked back at Xie Kun and said in a tone that only family would use: "Wait a minute, this skit is pretty good, let me watch until the end then I'll take care of you."
Then he turned his head back and continued watching the skit, occasionally letting out a laugh, his body shaking with laughter.
As for Xie Kun, he looked at Su Mo, then looked around at his surroundings.
Then he struggled with all his might, but it was futile, these were professional restraints, he could not break free.
After a few more attempts, he gave up on the idea of forcibly breaking free of the bonds. He thought about what he could do to survive, he recognized Su Mo, he knew this was the Midnight Judge.
After a few minutes, Su Mo got up and stretched lazily, then turned to look at Xie Kun: "Alright, let's get started, I've kept you waiting for a while huh."
First he opened up the livestream. Very quickly, the images of the two people appeared on the livestream screen, and in just a few seconds many people had joined.
Because this was Wang Jian's account, Wang Jian had so many fans, as soon as the stream opened many people flooded in.
"Holy sh*t, the Midnight Judge is streaming again! But why is it on Keylord Brother's account?"
"Hey you guys, is that pile on the ground Keylord Brother himself?"
"Dang, it most likely is. Ah, Keylord Bro just died, everyone prepare to send him off."
"Key Bro, rest in peace."
"Keykey, wishing you reincarnate soon..."
As soon as the stream opened the barrage of comments came flooding in. Su Mo was very satisfied, thinking to himself: "The netizens are still very enthusiastic."
For tonight's stream, he didn't need to worry about the time. Because today was New Year's Eve. Whether it was platform regulation or police action, everything would be slowed to an unimaginable level.
Facing the stream, Su Mo pointed at Xie Kun with his left hand:
"Today's person on trial is called Xie Kun. He is a cannibal demon. The people killed by his hands number at least over ten, and he has basically eaten them all."
Having said this, he looked towards Xie Kun and asked: "Exactly how many people have you killed?"
Xie Kun revealed an eerie smile, slowly shaking his head a few times.
Su Mo continued facing the camera: "Everyone look, he himself can't even remember how many people he killed, ah, how cruel..."
Next, he walked to Xie Kun's side, bent over to look Xie Kun in the eyes:
"Aren't you thinking, what can you do to get me to tear off the duct tape sealed over your mouth.
Then, while you are recounting the details of your crimes, wrestle against me.
And finally, through your mastery of psychological knowledge, along with your mysterious organization, get me to recruit you. That way, perhaps you could survive, right?
Pfft... Hahaha, hahahaha!
Xie Kun, you are too funny. I am the Midnight Judge, I don't care how you committed your crimes, nor do I care about any mysterious organizations.
To tell the truth, I came to Lin'an to find you, to kill you. As for the reason, I won't tell you, hehe..."
Seeing Xie Kun's changing expressions, Su Mo was extremely satisfied, but after a few seconds Xie Kun resumed that eerie smile, just staring at Su Mo like that.
"I like your expression. Next, let's begin."
After finishing speaking, Su Mo released that red thread in his mind. Instantly, Su Mo's vision changed.
The Xie Kun before him gradually lost color, becoming a black and white creature, just like pigs and sheep.
Looking at that face, Su Mo's mind was filled with thoughts like "Red cooked? Or braise it, stewing could be good too..."
His gaze lowered, looking at Xie Kun's hands, Su Mo unconsciously swallowed some saliva. "If I take these hands and skewer them with bamboo sticks to grill, the taste would definitely be great."
He turned around to grab a chopping knife prepared earlier, muttering while walking: "Luckily I didn't eat dinner tonight, now I have room in my stomach to eat my fill. Oh that's right, today is New Year's Eve. The heavens have really blessed me with such a plentiful New Year's dinner."
He brought the chopping knife, a belt, and a small basin all together over to the chopping board next to Xie Kun.
Su Mo carefully bound Xie Kun's arms tightly with duct tape. He was afraid that after Xie Kun lost too much blood he would die. After all, dead food isn't as fresh as live food, everyone understands this.
Then Su Mo placed Xie Kun's palm on the chopping board.
At this moment Su Mo stopped moving. He looked at Xie Kun, asking in a strange tone: "How come you're not struggling? That's strange. In the past when I was killing fish they would struggle very violently."
Xie Kun was also a ruthless fellow. He knew what he was about to face, yet his expression remained unchanged. He only looked at Su Mo with that eerie grin.
Seeing that the food wasn't making a peep, Su Mo comforted himself mentally: "That's good too, this way I can save a lot of effort. Food like this is the most delicious kind."
Raising the chopping knife up high, he then hacked down viciously towards the base of Xie Kun's palm. This knife was very sharp. Xie Kun maintained it well and the material was also quite special, there would be no chips.
With one chop, Xie Kun's palm was chopped off. Fresh blood also began gushing out.
Su Mo hurriedly brought over the basin to catch the flowing blood, muttering to himself: "Blood essence is good stuff, can't let it go to waste. It can also clear the lungs and nourish qi."
After the bleeding slowed, Su Mo released Xie Kun's arm and took away the palm and blood.
He rinsed off the palm outside then brought it back in and placed it into a pot.
This was a pot prepared earlier, fire burning underneath and the water inside boiling for a long time already.
The stream exploded again with countless barrage comments. Everyone was probably trying to use comment barrage to protect themselves.
Actually this scene wasn't too gory, but it made one's hair stand on end, especially seeing Su Mo's actions afterward, most people felt a chill down their spine.
At this time Xie Kun was drenched in sweat. His eyes had reddened, his teeth almost biting through.
He desperately suppressed the urge to wail in misery. His complexion ghastly pale, wearing that warped grin, he watched the busy Su Mo.
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saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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