Chapter 147: The Inquisitor's Website and Justice
On Chen Qing's side, his face was solemn.
"Are they promoting the site?" He muttered twice, his finger tapping into the unknown link.
He watched as the screen turned bright red, and he watched as the people around him sat in front of the window, while the back was solemn.
Images that shouldn't appear are printed on the front page, and with high-sounding words, the entire page is filled.
His brow furrowed slightly, and he slid the page, one victim after another came into view.
The screen on his screen is divided into two columns, left and right, and then slides down, sliding to a certain point, and then it will jam, and then the following content will be loaded, followed by a new batch of victims, a new batch of images.
"How...... How so. Jiang Wan stepped forward, she took Chen Qing's equipment, her face had become pale, she swiped down roughly, and about a few hundred pieces of information passed.
"How could it be...... Are these all victims of this case? She looked worried, hesitant to click in and watch.
Seeing this, Chen Qing randomly selected a photo and clicked in.
Where he landed, it was a picture of a young girl.
When he clicked, the girl's face was branded with the word "slain".
It was a rough animation, and as the handwriting hit her face, the basemap under the animation changed.
It turned into a picture of being burned by a soldering iron, and then the page jumped to a large screen playing page.
"This ......" she was silent for a moment, and the figure of the girl appeared in the frame, the girl was wrapped in pure white tape, sitting on a chair lit by six or seven bright lights.
She had a mouth ball in her mouth, her hands tied behind her back, her legs closed, and her face seemed to be enjoying it.
Chen Qing was silent, but his fingertips had already begun to pull up the progress bar, I have to say that the traffic in this website is absolutely fast, he kept dragging it, and the people in the video began to speed up.
He looked at the fragrant picture on the screen, frowned, and decided not to share it with his brothers.
But when the progress bar of the video is placed in the middle, the picture in the video suddenly changes.
Halfway through the sex-related things, the group got up neatly, and they took two steps back, leaving the girl in the chair a little stunned.
She tilted her head, the ends of her scattered and sweat-soaked hair fell to her face, she couldn't speak, her saliva was still dripping, she looked at the dozen men beside her, opened her legs and gave an invitation, and the two white thighs were released one by one, making a sound similar to the impact of water.
But the dozen or so people lowered their heads, clasped their hands into fists, and naturally hung down in the middle of their lower abdomen.
They listened to the sound in their ears, and their heads lowered, as if they were afraid that their faces would be discovered by the woman.
In the chair, the strange silence had already made the woman feel a little uneasy, but she wriggled her body, the rope behind her was too tightly tied, she shook her body, the liquid under her body was somewhat dry, she raised her head, but the mask on her face only allowed her to see the general direction of the people around her.
Chen Qing dragged the screen down, and his face began to become solemn.
Below the video frame, the number of comments from users seems to be increasing.
With each drag, several anonymous comments pop up.
"What a bitch, she deserves to be killed."
"There are so many people, they are all cool to death."
"It's really dead, as for whether it's cool or not, that's another story."
They pulled down again, but their expressions changed suddenly, and they looked at the window next to them, and the more than ten people had new movements.
They stepped forward, and the girls in the middle seemed to be a little more excited.
And she didn't know that this excitement became a little spark that ignited the comment area.
"Break her fingers."
Immediately after, someone pressed her shoulder, someone held her fingertip, and immediately after, a heart-rending wail came out.
"I didn't say it was that finger."
The spokesperson for that comment added another comment.
They watched as each of the ten men grabbed a finger, and as they struggled to fold it back, the fingertips snapping at an uncanny angle and drooping.
"Cut it off, it's so ugly."
They brought scissors and cut the wound around the joints of their fingers little by little, and they watched as the wounds on their fingers slowly formed a line around the pure white joints, and then pulled down, waking up the woman whose hands were bound.
"It's disgusting, I'm afraid it's also a money-losing product born as a chicken."
"I know her, she split more than a dozen people, and the babies she knocked out are afraid that they can be connected to the earth!"
"Then cut off her face!"
"Cut off her face!"
"We're doing justice! Cut off her face! ”
The two of them saw the person in the video, stabbed the blood-stained scissors into their faces, and a cry of exhaustion came from the depths of her throat, and she seemed to be screaming as hard as she could, but the screaming turned into a violent cough again.
"She's so noisy! She's really noisy! ”
"How could her voice be so ugly! It's not good to call spring! ”
"Shut her up!"
"No...... No! If your mouth is gagged, you can't hear her confession, and I cut her throat! I'm going to cut my throat! ”
They saw the scissors plunge into the gap between the trachea, watched as the two outstretched fingers reached into their throats, and then pinched their vocal cords.
Immediately afterward, the woman's voice could only squeak and gasp weakly.
Her eyes became glazed, and feces and liquid began to come out of her lower body, snorting, golden liquid mixed with foreign matter spilled all over the ground.
"It's disgusting, this woman."
"I don't want to play anymore."
"Judge. Let's start the trial. ”
They dragged down the page, and the number of likes on those comments began to gradually decrease, and the viewers seemed to know what was going to happen next, and gradually left.
The likes of those comments became sparse until a person appeared and his likes became high again.
"Trial, guilty of the person on trial, please vote."
Under his comment, there were posts about 2,000 floors.
"Guilty! Guilty! ”
"Guilty of her!"
"Sentence her to atone! Expiation! ”
This comment was posted at 12:03 p.m.
They scrolled down a little further and saw the comments of the new one.
"The verdict is as follows, guilty! The verdict ratio is 2931:1!
The judgment of the person on trial is the atonement ceremony. ”
"Peel off her skin, without this skin, I see her selling it like this!"
"Take off her limbs, since she likes to be served so much, she will be served all her life."
"Dig her out."
When they saw this comment, they had many times more likes than her.
Then the spokesman said at the bottom, "Dig her out, fill her with urine, and see how many people's essence she contains." ”
They looked at the words on the screen that had long gone beyond the most basic evil, and every word they read exuded unethical and naked malice, looking at the masked men in white who made every move, they were like knives in the hands of these netizens, falling on the victims accurately and simply.
They looked at these people with a chill on their faces.
Immediately after, the person on the screen stopped.
Because her lower body had become bloody, because the massive dose of bleeding had killed this young woman.
A man in white held the bright red organ, fulfilling all the requirements in the comment.
Then the man respectfully put the organ back in its place, and took out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket, and he wiped the wisp of scarlet from his fingertips, and wiped the scarlet from his fingertips, as if he had returned to the world where etiquette and civilization coexisted, as if all sins had ended with this simple wipe.
Immediately afterwards, he cleared his throat and spoke: "At the end of the trial, I have to regret to announce to you that the person on trial has chosen to bid farewell to you because of his shame for the world.
I think she's already aware of what she's done.
Since forty-nine to the present! In total, she defrauded through online chats, live broadcasts, soliciting prostitution, etc., stealing more than 300,000 yuan; She had up to eight people at the same time and destroyed the family of about forty people by blackmailing and taking pictures!
And such a person lives in this world with a smile on his face? Better off than you and me?
And such a person has never been punished in this world! She's even better off than most!
Should she?
Should she?! ”
They slide down, and the comments become one by one the users commenting that they shouldn't be.
"Yes, she shouldn't ...... She deserves to be more miserable than those victims. She should pay the price of being forgiven by the victims. ”
He turned to a man behind him and asked, "Are you willing to forgive her?" ”
The man listened to the question of the person in front of him and answered, "Yes, I am willing to forgive her." ”
He turned around, even with a mask on half of his face, with a clear smile, and he said to the person in front of the screen, "Look! The victims were comforted, and it's all thanks to you. ”
Before he finished speaking, someone behind him spoke: "She stole and blackmailed me for more than 200,000!" But the court only sentenced her to three years of probation! Is this fair?! Is this fair? I ask the court to get my money back! But they confiscated their ill-gotten gains! And threatened me not to mention it again! ”
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled again: "It seems that our next target has been found." You see, the world is glad that she has done so many wrongs and has not been punished as she deserves.
It is you who have brought justice to this filthy world, and please be proud and proud of who you are. ”
"It is precisely because of your judgment that all this can be brought to justice." He bowed, and suddenly spoke again: "But some judges can't be just!" The judge who casts the wrong vote will be stripped of his identity as the judge. ”
He raised his head, looked at the screen in front of him, and pasted a note to the lens: "User 1f94t7. ”