Only four or five seconds was enough for the audience in front of the screen to react, and the discussion in the comment area was already dominated by approval.
Rather than saying that they made the verdict after hearing the charges, it is better to say that they typed these two words from the beginning so that they could speak for him at the first opportunity.
Otherwise there is no way to explain why the number of votes requested in the comment section was enough when the man was only halfway through his words.
In the middle of the words that came out of his mouth, the words that invited judgment turned into the pronouncement of a sentence of punishment.
Then everyone watched wisps of green smoke appear from Zhang Tinglan's feet. The smoke rose more and more, and then everyone heard her whine.
But the sound was not loud, not even as loud as the jingle of the chains as she struggled. She shook her body, and the almost transparent skin on her body became precarious.
She struggled, and then her lower body, which was sitting on the iron plate, was cooked. First, the skin and flesh adhered to the iron pieces, emitting a burst of black smoke.
Along with the black smoke, the stench of burnt protein also began to spread.
They, the audience watching all this in the live broadcast room, were like the foul-smelling black smoke, making their own foul-smelling sounds.
"Ha! It's cooked! It's cooked! I really want to take a bite."
"I really want to eat her, I really want to try her sizzling and oily bottom."
"Oh my god. She ate so much. Her parents would be so happy to see her!"
Their stinking comments permeate the Internet, judging life with unconcealed despicableness.
They watched as the human body became tattered, and the burst internal organs could no longer maintain her blood oxygen.
Then, her complexion began to turn pale.
Then, the butcher waved his spatula.
Her legs turned into minced meat, and the temperature was so high that several people present were sweating.
Sweat dripped onto the iron pot, making a tearing sound.
Green smoke curled up, and her body fell forward.
Like a ball, she relies on the connection of her arms to stay upright, and relies on the tiny skin and muscles on her shoulders to stay connected.
He looked at everything in front of him, and the spatula in his hand swung down from top to bottom, causing the precarious skin to break.
The two arms remained in the chains.
She fell forward, her body, which carried food many times its body weight, rolling back and forth on the boiler.
The moment the skin comes into contact with the pot surface.
The food in her stomach bloomed like a flower.
Those covered in mucus, those clean, those that have been chewed a few times, those that have been hastily swallowed.
At the moment, they cover the pot surface.
As a result, her body began to stick to this high-temperature pot.
Golden fat is cooked from the food, frying the thin body.
She began to become swollen, rounded, and foamy.
She started to look like a normal person.
"Look at her...look at her."
The host's voice came from behind the camera from time to time.
“She was punished, she paid the price – she understood the gift of God to the world!
She was freed...she was saved..."
He whispered and raised the corpse's head half way.
The hand grabbed her head, raised it up, and pushed the camera in front of him. He asked all the viewers in the live broadcast room to look at this face, which remained as it was before entering the oil pan. Face, wanting to push the rhythm to the highest peak.
He knew that if only he pressed this face into the oil, if only he spoke of the powerlessness of those violent institutions.
He knew that the story would become a god.
He closed his eyes, savoring this hard-won moment.
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa"
But he closed his eyes, but there were messy sounds in his ears.
The sound was like an extra phonetic symbol that appeared in the second measure of Chapter 7 of Night.
It breaks this beauty, it destroys the highest peak of this ultimate feast.
There are extra ink spots on the white paper that can never be removed. He just appears here, making people feel that he is so damned.
"you……"
He opened his eyes and saw a figure emerging from the shadows.
He dragged the line that connected the camera to the execution site.
"Are you her classmate?" He opened his eyes and looked at the heroic figure of the young man approaching him.
He turned to the side, but the men in white uniforms seemed to turn a blind eye.
He turned back and looked at the young man in front of him.
"You are the one who saved her, and you are the one who tried to avoid punishment for the crime.
You are the young man who acted as a scapegoat—the one with the blood of his conscience on his hands. "
He frowned and seemed a little confused: "What is your name..."
"Chen Qing."
When he listened to the words, there was no trace of hatred or resentment at all. He seemed particularly tolerant of the other party's contempt.
"Chen Qing...Chen Qing. Okay, Chen Qing." He repeated the boy's name, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "The trial of the sinner has ended, why are you here.
She has returned to the embrace of God, and our great judges have rendered their verdict.
She was found guilty and it's over, what do you want. "
"it's over?"
He listened to Chen Qing's words and looked at the smile on Chen Qing's face. Somehow, his heart skipped a beat. He always felt that things seemed to be beyond his control.
He pressed the button in his hand, and a violent collision sounded from outside the screen.
The audience is curious, but they can’t see.
But Chen Qing was different. Although he couldn't see it, he was not at all curious about the source of the sound.
He knows what it is.
And it would take about three to five minutes for the voice to reach him.
enough.
He moved the camera and took a step forward. The other person took a step back. He moved forward and walked to the victim.
The other party retreated to a position similar to his previous position.
The positions of the two changed, and Chen Qing smiled.
"Who says the trial is over. Who says this is over."
"You are by no means righteous, and she is not a criminal. You claim to be righteous, so let me see if you can judge yourselves when you have committed a serious crime."
He stretched out his hand, just as God reaches out to the world, and that hand represented the dividing line between good and evil.
Then they saw it, and they saw a layer of skin peeling off the face of the dead man, a layer of skin similar to that of a human being.
Immediately afterwards, he began to change, becoming fatter and thicker.
Except for those parts that have turned into minced meat and still cannot see any change, the remaining parts are already a solid man.
On this stage, the man in the butcher's apron had turned pale. He wanted to order the live broadcast to be shut down, but then he realized that the live broadcast line was with Chen Qing.
"You see... each of you has committed the unforgivable sin, and each of you will be punished with vanity and pride.
Every one of you who pressed the yes button deserves a damn. Everyone should atone for their own choices.
Yes, you made the wrong choice and you should pay the price. "
"Ha! This fool still wants us to pay the price? I am your father! Come and catch your father, you unfilial son!"
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm at No. 1, Tipping Bucket Garden Community, you!"
"Hello, the Mars signal is not good, please repeat."
But gradually, those sarcastic words under the comments disappeared one by one.
Gradually, those who had not yet spoken out realized something was wrong.
"Come on. Let the trial begin."
Chen Qing smiled and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. He turned on the screen and a conference room with dozens or hundreds of people appeared in front of him. Behind them was a well-dressed masked man.
They were held down in front of the screen.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! Hey...it's not necessary! Isn't this just a reality show?
Hello! It's not necessary! "
"I don't know... I don't know anything, and I don't know who opened this website! You have to give evidence! You have to give evidence!"
"Yes, yes! You should take me to the police station! Hey! I should be punished by law! Who are you to judge me?"
He looked at the picture on his phone, then lowered his head to look at the reflection in the camera, and suddenly smiled: "Come on, aren't you very good at following the rules?
Aren’t you very knowledgeable?
Now begin to judge yourselves, every one of you has made bad judgment, every one of you has killed him.
It's a felony... it's a felony. "
Some people listened and used the legal framework to refute.
What to say, I just spoke randomly while browsing videos on the web.
Some people say that even if they are guilty, it is only a small crime of instigation.
There are also people who are silent and then firmly say that they are not guilty.
"Every one of you...is guilty."
But Chen Qing smiled, but ignored what they said: "Committed pride, committed vanity, and enjoyed the pleasure and joy of controlling other people's lives.
You have sucked the poison apple given by Satan, and now you should pay the price for it. "
They wailed, and then one sound after another disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, faces that had never appeared before appeared in the live meeting one after another.
They were both men and women, the elders were in their sixties or seventies, and the youngest was only seventy, eighty or nine years old.
He watched one picture after another dim, raised his head, looked at the man in front of him wearing a butcher's apron, and turned off the live camera.
"it's all over."
Chen Qing looked at the person in front of him, and the other person nodded in agreement.
"Yes...yes. It's time to end."
He gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Qing's face with bright eyes and white teeth. A trace of bright red flowed out from under the mask: "I really didn't expect it."
He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "How could I... lose at the hands of a brat like you?"
He waved his hand, and a huge figure rushed in.
It stepped on the moonlight, and the bright light paved a way for it.
At the end of the road is the young man named Chen Qing.
"Here he comes."
He looked at the physical creature that broke in and suddenly smiled.
He raised his left hand and compared the index finger to a gun.
There was a "bang" sound in his mouth.
And then - it was all over.
