Global Collapse

Chapter 640 A short chapter

The image freezes on the boy's empty, smiling face.

Wang Youcai stared silently at his phone screen, his gaze lingering on the despairing face for a long time.

Before he knew it, a strong chill had enveloped him.

The feeling of danger approaching made Wang Youcai's hair stand on end.

He looked up and saw a hand reaching out from behind the corner of the wall, and a ghostly figure behind him reflected in the glass window. A drop of blood fell from above. He looked up and met a grinning ghostly face hanging from the ceiling.

Go quickly!
go!

He could almost hear them urging him on.

They want a judge to make a ruling.

They want revenge.

Amidst a thick cloud of resentment, Wang Youcai strode forward, his steps heavy as he made his way to his courtroom.

He will make the final judgment.

He soon arrived at the courthouse and pushed open the door under the malicious gazes of the three ghosts.

He took two steps forward and walked to the seat designated for the judge.

Liu Ben remained seated behind the small table in the middle of the courtroom, still with his head down, motionless.

Wang Youcai looked at the man behind the small table.

Liu Ben was only in his early forties, but his temples were already covered with countless strands of white hair. His hands were dark and rough, the result of heavy manual labor. One of his index fingers was slightly bent, as if it could never straighten, probably because it had been broken by a machine while he was working…

This tragic man suffered for decades, and in the end, he lost his own child.

Wang Youcai slowly reached for the small hammer on the table and then grasped it.

Then he felt a chill on his shoulder.

He knew this was a threat from a ghost.

To survive, to avoid being killed by the wrathful demon, he had no choice but to sentence a poor soul who wouldn't harm him to death...

Wang Youcai raised the small hammer in his hand and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I declare..."

The oppressive feeling from all around grew stronger, making it almost impossible to breathe.

In this suffocating feeling, he suddenly remembered Ye Weiwei's expression before she died.

As she faced death, her face wore an incongruous hope and expectation. What was she thinking then? And with what feelings did she leave the evidence to him?
Ye Weiwei and Ye Qiqi used their last bit of strength to deliver the evidence to themselves. What would their choice be?

Thinking about Ye Weiwei's actions before she was dragged away by the ghost hand, Wang Youcai already had the answer in his heart.

Another hand landed on his shoulder, icy cold and sending chills down his spine.

That terrifying sensation also came from my neck.

Wang Youcai closed his eyes.

Must he continue living such a wretched life? Was the sacrifice of three people just so that he could live such a wretched life?
He thought of everyone's gaping mouths in the video, the hope in Ye Weiwei's eyes before she died, the boy's empty and desperate laugh at the end, and finally, he remembered seeing the same expression on a boy before the global game began.

The pressure on him suddenly increased, seemingly urging him to make a choice.

"No!" he suddenly shouted in refusal.

I reject!
I refuse to extinguish my conscience!

I refuse to let other players pay with their lives for this!
I refuse to make a judgment against my conscience under disgusting coercion!
I reject this court without conscience!

I refuse... this path to survival.

Does anyone know?

Will anyone remember?

Will anyone remember that there was a group of players who naively gave their lives to uphold their conscience?
Would anyone know that there is such a group of people who, knowing that there is a way to live, still resolutely walk towards death?
But none of that matters anymore.

It doesn't need to be known by anyone, it doesn't need to be remembered by anyone.

As long as they have a clear conscience, that's fine.

As long as one can look back on their life with satisfaction as they approach its end, having no regrets towards heaven and earth and having wronged no one, that's enough.

He raised the small hammer in his hand and slammed it hard on the table: "I find him not guilty!" As soon as he finished speaking, an immense sense of oppression enveloped him from all directions.

He felt his vision getting darker and darker, and his body getting colder and colder.

He knew he was going to die.

Sensing the surging anger around him, he suddenly burst into laughter as if he had been relieved.

"Hahahaha, good riddance, good riddance..."

The laughing man was instantly swallowed up, and there was no more sound in the courtroom.

Gu Mian, who had just arrived downstairs at the courthouse, sensed something and looked up.

"What's wrong?" Bailu asked nervously.

"It's nothing," Gu Mian said, withdrawing her gaze and continuing to walk inside while carrying the person in her arms. "I think I heard someone laughing."

His laughter was arrogant.

Bai Lu ignored Gu Mian's laughter, focusing all her attention on the person Gu Mian was carrying.

It is a book of rites.

He was punched in the face by Gu Mian at the hospital and then dragged here.

His expression was still one of astonishment, as if he didn't understand why his two roommates hadn't shown up.

"Cao Deren? Zhang Shengli?" Li Shu was still frantically calling out the names of her two roommates.

But no one answered him.

Sensing the situation was turning bad, the driving instructor had already dashed into the courthouse.

As he fled, Bailu overheard him muttering something like, "What kind of judge brings a victim into court? We can't let him do that."

Judging from his expression, he ran off to get reinforcements.

"My two roommates are probably already waiting for you in court. I can't wait to see your expressions when you see them," Li Shu roared.

Gu Mian ignored him and dragged him through the front door.

Unexpectedly, as the group got on the elevator, Gu Mian's madness worsened: "Hahahaha, you only dared to punch me once to vent your anger. Even if you want to acquit Yuan Haotian, do you think the others will agree?"

As he spoke, he looked at Bai Lu and the others with a malicious gaze: "If your judge acquits someone for his own selfish desires, you will all be executed along with him! My two friends will kill you all."

“You will lose your lives because you have a saintly judge! Look at this person, he is willing to sacrifice himself to acquit Yuan Haotian, but he didn’t consider you at all;

"He wants to uphold justice, but he's dragging you down with him. Are you willing to do that? Are you willing to die for this man's wrong judgment?"
"Kill him, kill him and become the judge yourself, that way only he will die!"

The egret's chest heaved with excitement.

At this moment, Gu Mian turned to look at her: "What is your choice? Do you want to choose the path of survival, or the other one?"

Bai Lu was slightly taken aback; she hadn't expected Gu Mian to suddenly ask her this question.

But after only a half-second of hesitation, she firmly said, "I don't want to take this path to survival. Even if the mission fails, even if I might die here, I don't want to take this path to survival provided by the dungeon..."

"I also have relatives, but they died in the dungeon long ago. Some died to save me, and some died to distract the ghosts."
"I know they are like Yuan Haotian, willing to do anything for me, so I'm no longer afraid of death!"

At this point, she stared intently at Li Shu: "I just want... him to die."

Just then, the elevator stopped.

They arrived.

The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man with graying temples, holding a sharp knife.

It was a stranger. Coco took a few steps back warily at first, then she seemed to realize something: "Is he a prisoner from another group?"

The egret was also stunned.

She was surprised to find that judges from other groups had already acquitted the criminal.

Doesn't this mean...

One group of people has been completely wiped out.

This copy is almost finished! Finish it! Finish it! Finish it! Finish it! (Chanting incantations)
Thank you so much, Guichen Sanqian, for the generous donation! ╮(￣▽￣“)╭

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