Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

But when he recalled Aix's calm demeanor as he left the interrogation room just now, a slight suspicion arose in his heart.

A freshman at the police academy, almost never having seen a real dead body, let alone such a bloody and horrifying death, yet Aix appeared very composed, as if nothing had happened.

Based on this alone, Jack felt that Aix was definitely not as simple as he seemed on the surface. He reminded himself to be cautious of this person in the future.

At this moment, Jack noticed through the last livestream screen on the display that there was a new development on the police's side.

In the image, Alicia Linder was frowning, her eyes fixed on the intact police car, while Tom and Robert, who were supposed to be handcuffed inside, were nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on? How could they escape at such a crucial moment? How did they get the keys?!" Alicia Linder questioned.

Standing behind her, Qiao, head lowered, replied guiltily, "I didn't consider things thoroughly. Those two punks have been in the juvenile detention center for a long time; they probably learned these crooked tricks in there."

"Never mind, let's get in the car and chase them. Hopefully, the Dark Law Enforcer doesn't find them before us."

Having said that, Alicia Linder got into the car.

"Ha ha, what's wrong with these cops, letting the two brats slip away like that."

"No wonder the LA police catch fewer criminals than Judgement hosts do; with a bunch like this, their case-solving ability is just too poor."

"You can't say that; you can't entirely blame the LA police. The main issue is those two punks know too many tricks."

The audience in the livestream questioned the LA police's ability to handle cases, seeing they couldn't even keep an eye on two kids.

At this point, the audience in the livestream saw, through the second screen, that Tom and the others ran into a grove next to the river.

The audience in the livestream saw through the second screen that Tom and the others ran into a grove next to the river.

The two were desperately running in the woods. Panting heavily, Robert, who was running behind, asked, "Tom, why are we running?"

Tom turned his head and glared at Robert, cursing, "Are you fucking stupid? Jason's dead; following the police won't do us any good. I suspect the Dark Law Enforcer is among those cops; sticking with them would be asking for death. We'd better run on our own."

"So, Tom, where are we running to?"

Robert, small and thin, lacked muscle, so he was running slowly. Explaining things as he went left him gasping for air.

Where to run?

Hearing this, Tom frowned. He had only been to this place once and really didn't know where they could hide.

After thinking for a long time without any conclusions, he said impatiently, "Just keep running, wherever we end up is fine."

On the other side, Jack watched the screen and saw the two frantically escaping through the forest, but he wasn't worried at all.

Can they escape from the police, can they escape from the grasp of the Death God?

If King Yan wants your death at three o'clock, who dares keep you till five?

Those destined to die, even if doing nothing all day, might choke to death on a sip of water. That's death, an unavoidable fate.

And what Jack needed to do was to make a slight change in some tiny things.

Things like a nail on the interrogation room's door, the direction a ballpoint pen rolls, a small action from Adam, and so on, a series of minute changes could lead a person to their death.

Unfortunately, this Death God-like ability came from a Scene Card and could only be used once. Otherwise, there would be no need to trouble oneself catching people; simply sitting at home waiting for the scum to die would suffice.

Jack then chuckled and shook his head, feeling that he'd gotten too comfortable lately, with no sense of urgency at all.

Thinking of this, Jack glanced at the bullet chat, noticing the audience had various thoughts about Tom and the others' escape.

"Are these two punks mentally ill? It would be much safer with the police, yet they choose to seek death themselves."

"Exactly, with so many cops around, the host would definitely hesitate before acting. Now, with no cops, the host can do whatever they want with these two, which I like!"

"The comment above, you're wrong. The deaths of the previous two punks must have been a coincidence; staying with the police is the safest option. Now, is the host going to act?"

"But don't you all think the first two punks' deaths were too bizarre? If the host hadn't secretly done something, how could it be so coincidental? So, being with the police isn't necessarily safe."

"Safe or not, there's no point discussing it now; let's just watch the livestream honestly!"

The audience in the livestream had differing opinions on Tom and the others' decision, and whether Jason's death was a coincidence. However, when they saw a sudden change in the situation on the screen, everyone rushed to stop typing in the chat and focused their attention on the second livestream screen.

In the image, Tom and Robert were leaning against a tree, gasping for breath, their faces covered in sweat, their clothes drenched.

Robert looked around in confusion, took a deep breath, and asked intermittently, "Tom... Tom, why do I... feel like... this place seems familiar!"