Chapter 258: Hookers Law

What should they do?

Aubrey was completely flustered. The iron chain had already shrunk to their legs. If they couldnt think of a way, they would be skinned and pulled.

At that moment, the bomb on Aubreys stomach exploded, and Kachinos heart also exploded. The injuries were very serious. The remaining Georgetown and Elma saw this and were scared out of their wits. They raised their hands high, afraid that they would trigger the mini bomb.

Think of something! Were going to be sucked in! I dont want to die!

I dont want to die either, but what can we do? Unless we find the key, well all be skinned alive and die here in pain.

Aubrey was staring at Kachinos wound when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He huffed angrily. Shut the f*ck up!

Its all because of you. If you hadnt provoked the Death Inquisitor, we wouldnt be here right now.

Youre blaming me now. Who was the one who thought of killing people back then? It was you, Georgetown. Youre also the mastermind. Aubrey stared at him coldly

All right, weve been quarreling already. When we get out, you two can quarrel and argue more. But for now, be quiet and think of a way to get out. Kachino stopped the two of them. They had very little time on their hands, but these two were passionately arguing about an insignificant matter. Have their brains been struck by lightning?

Although Aubrey and Georgetown were persuaded to leave, the anger in their hearts could not be appeased.

At this moment, Kachino looked at his own heart and looked at the place where Aubrey was stitched up. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his mind, and he said excitedly to them, Quickly take off your shirts.

Although they did not know why, the two of them still did as they were told. When Kachino saw the location of their wounds, his eyes immediately lit up, and an idea came to his mind.

Aubrey frowned. What are you doing?!

Kachino didnt care about his tone. He pointed to the wounds on his body, and he excitedly said, Ive thought of a great idea. Ive thought about it just now. The location of our wounds are the same. We can each choose a few parts so that we dont have to blow up all the bombs and bleed too much. Maybe we can really get out of here alive.

HMPH, well said. But can you guarantee that they are all in the same places? Even if someone really finds them, what if they cant open the locks of the other three? Aubrey found a loophole.

The other two were also looking at Cassino, waiting for his answer.

Looking at everyones eyes, Kachino didnt panic. Instead, he appeared extremely calm. Do you still remember that I did not want you to provoke the Death Inquisitor in the past? Its because I have watched his live broadcast. I know what kind of person he is. He is truly terrifying. It cannot be described with words how powerful he is. Even the most elite police officers cannot defeat or overpower him. He is not a person. He is a god who walks in the world!

Aubrey did not think much of it in the past, but after everything that had happened, he could not deny that he had indeed underestimated the Death Inquisitor.

To be able to knock out eighteen UFX agents, abduct them from the villa, break through the police blockade, and carry out a live death broadcastthese impossible possibilities all proved the terror of the infamous Death Inquisitor.

But what did this have to do with the key? Kachino still did not seem to have explained this problem.

They were puzzled. Kachino clearly saw it in their faces. Ive said that Ive watched his live broadcast. There were many times when the Death Inquisitor put the key into the stomach and intestines of the victim. Some of the victims took out the key together and found that they were all the same key. Because of this, they were even ridiculed by the netizens. So I have 50% reason to believe that our key is the same key. Theres no time. Hurry up and choose.

Aubrey and the others saw that he was speaking with confidence and that he was quite reasonable. Then, they looked at the wounds on their bodies. As expected, it was exactly the same. They all felt that this method was feasible.

Yes, yes, I think its possible.

We dont have much time. Lets get started.

Kachino was so proud that he forgot about the pain in his body.

The Death Inquisitor was only so-so. They suddenly felt confident that they could defeat him and outwit him in his own game.

They came to an agreement and started to check the wounds on their bodies.

They saw that most of the wounds were on their bodies. There were ten wounds on their chests, which were distributed symmetrically on both sides. There were also ten wounds on their backs, which looked like a flying butterfly.

After the inspection, the four of them began to split up. Each of them had four explosive points.

Seeing that they had a clear division of labor and a clear train of thought, the netizens instantly lost their composure.

Their logic is very clear. Could it be that they really cracked the game?

It shouldnt be. Isnt the Death Judge good at setting up mind traps? It might be misleading them.

Weve come all this way and spent so much effort to get them out. We cant let them get out alive, host.

Im a student of architecture. I dont know if youve noticed, but the wounds on their chest and back are arranged in a very regular pattern. It looks as if they follow some kind of law.

Brother, youve even come up with a law. It cant be that exaggerated, right? I only know the law of universal gravitation.

At this moment, it wasnt only the netizens discussing. Even the police officers of the Zero Major Crimes Squad were thinking about the problem.

Could it be that they have cracked it? The game is simple too. It doesnt conform to the style of the Death Judge. Judy was a little disappointed. She thought it would be very exciting.

Ross said, Their analysis is very reasonable and also conforms to the logic of things. However, it is still uncertain whether they can find the key. After all, in the death broadcast room, anything is possible.

Monica nodded, and her gaze contracted slightly. She paused at the wounds on their bodies for a few seconds, and no one knew what she was thinking.

At this time, the drunkard, who was lying on the sofa, was holding a pen in his hand, and scribbling something on a white drawing paper.

In a dark and damp basement, there was a person. Then, he drew circles all over his body. The wounds and positions were drawn according to the wounds on the torturers.

The drunkard looked at the wounds and drew two horizontal lines on his chest. It was like drawing a coordinate system. Suddenly, he thought of something and smiled. His heart sped up.

Do you know Hooks Law?

Judy shook her little head. I know Murphys law. The more you dont want it to happen, the more it will happen.

The drunkard rolled his eyes and said, Big-boobed girls read books. Small-boobed ones should read more books. You should read more books.

F*ck, mine isnt small either, Judy said as she stood up.

Everyone was speechless.