Around 1 am, the 9 people woke up one after another and found themselves restrained. They struggled violently, but unfortunately their mouths were gagged so they couldn't cry out.
At this time, Su Mo felt it was about time and got ready to start the livestream. As soon as the livestream opened, people started flooding in wildly. Why was the popularity so hot? Because Su Mo had notified Wang Jian to gather people, making it very comfortable with large crowds that Su Mo liked.
"Damn, the Night Judge is livestreaming again. I've been looking forward to this for so long!"
"Huh, this time it feels a bit different from the previous ones. Why are there three screens?"
"Awesome! Judging 9 people at the same time? What a thrilling scene!"
"Ahem, everyone pay attention to details. It looks like there are three kids."
...
This time, the livestream screen was divided into three parts, corresponding to the three rooms, that is, the three families.
Su Mo went by his usual routine and kicked things off: "Everyone look. These three students...I don't mean to smear the term students.
Two years ago, these three little beasts killed a...and...
...
In the end, the case was left unsettled.
So today, other than the three murderers, I'm also judging their parents."
Next, Su Mo stopped looking at the livestream camera and walked into the Wu family's room.
He casually threw a knife by Wu Feng's feet and said coldly, "Kill your parents. You have one minute. After one minute, if you don't kill your dad and mom, I'll kill you."
Wu Feng's ten toes were nailed to the floor and he was already twisted in pain. Hearing this made him even more agitated and want to scream, but unfortunately his mouth was sealed and he couldn't make a sound.
Wu Feng's parents were also struggling violently, seemingly wanting to say something.
But Su Mo didn't want them to speak. He wanted these people to die without being able to leave any last words.
Looking at Wu Feng with tears and snot flowing, Su Mo said in puzzlement:
"Why don't you do it? You should be able to understand human speech, right? Oh sorry, maybe you really can't understand. After all, you are a beast, hahaha..."
After waiting a while longer, one minute passed and Wu Feng still showed no intention to act.
Su Mo walked over, then picked up the knife from the floor and fiddled with it in his hand for a bit. Then in a flash, he struck.
The knife stabbed directly into Wu Feng's neck. Su Mo then pulled hard and Wu Feng's neck snapped.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain, spraying his dad and mom's faces full of it.
Su Mo didn't even look at the little beast with his twisted expression and pupils rolled back. He turned and walked away.
He quickly arrived at Li Xun's side and threw out another knife: "Kill your parents."
One minute passed and Li Xun also did not act, only making muffled whining sounds at Su Mo as if cursing at him.
Su Mo walked to Li Xun's side and grabbed his hair with one hand:
"Don't you feel like since you're underage, no matter what you do, nothing will happen?
Don't you feel that since you're still small, the whole world should forgive you?
Don't you feel your parents are amazing so you can cause trouble as you wish?
Pfft... Hahaha, hahaha!
Do you know I want to kill you? Right now, I want to stab this knife into your neck.
At that time, you'll feel your neck getting hot, maybe even a bit comfortable.
Your parents will watch you die right in front of them with satisfaction and joy.
Just kidding, hahahaha!
They will feel tremendous pain and unable to accept it. But don't worry, they will die very soon too, probably not much later than you."
Letting Li Xun go, Su Mo picked up another knife and slowly toyed with it.
Li Xun's expression changed. He started begging for mercy and sobbing.
Su Mo completely ignored him and fiercely stabbed the knife into Li Xun's neck. At the same time, he smiled at Li Xun's parents.
Blood sprayed everywhere. Li Xun's mother of course fainted, while his father's eyes were bloodshot.
Su Mo walked out of this room and went to the last room, Feng Gang's room.
Another knife was tossed over. Su Mo's tone was mocking, "Kill your parents, otherwise you die."
What happened next was unexpected to Su Mo.
Feng Gang picked up the knife and wildly stabbed the two people hung beside him—his parents.
Feng Gang's parents also stared wide-eyed in disbelief, not knowing what they were thinking before their deaths.
After killing them, Feng Gang looked at Su Mo like a wolf.
"Hahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahahaha!"
Su Mo laughed for a good while before finally calming down. He raised his right hand, pointed at Feng Gang, and said smiling, "Are you a pig? Why would you think I'd let you go?
Feng Gang, I'm telling you, I won't let you go. I will kill you, in quite a cruel way too, hahaha..."
Hearing this, 15-year-old Feng Gang's eyes turned fierce and stared fixedly at Su Mo.
Su Mo walked to his side and viciously stabbed a knife into Feng Gang's thigh, then gently said:
"I like your expression now. It excites me, makes me feel comfortable. Keep it up."
Next, he took off Feng Gang's pants and fiercely stabbed at that area.
"Mmpf mmpf mmpf..."
Feng Gang's face was flushed red, his body kept convulsing, and his eyes were nearly bulging out.
Su Mo stroked his head, "What's wrong? Can't handle it anymore?
You have to remember, you are a beast. Beasts shouldn't be like this.
When beasts are slaughtered, they usually just struggle symbolically then stop moving. You need to learn that."
Next, Su Mo started skinning Feng Gang—not just his facial skin like before, but full body.
The process was too gory and lasted over 10 long minutes. This was already thanks to Su Mo's good skills, otherwise it would've taken even longer.
At this time, the livestream room once again showed lamentations across the plains and protective bullet screens.
"Damn, now I feel the Judge isn't a good person anymore. To treat a child so cruelly."
"The above saint, did you see what this so-called child did? If that girl was your daughter, let's see if you can still say that."
"I agree. When dealing with these beasts, you shouldn't care about age or not. Bad people have no age."
"The logic makes sense, but I still feel it's a bit too cruel."
...
Feng Gang died. It was unclear when he died—just that it was very miserable without a single intact part of his body that still resembled a human.
Su Mo glanced at the time and mumbled, "It's about time to wrap up. The police are mobilizing."
After speaking, he went back to the other two rooms and killed the remaining four people with a knife each, his motions clean and swift.
When all 9 people were dead, Su Mo walked to the livestream camera and performed his signature elegant curtain call.
"Everyone, that's it for today's trial. See you next time!"
After speaking, the livestream room closed. He also needed to slip away now since this was a villa district after all.
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