Fairness Vote

Seeing the game content in Prison Cell No. 5 and Prison Cell No. 6, Zhang Peng felt a chill run down his spine.

These six prison cells, overall, truly became more dangerous the further back they went.

The target in Prison Cell No. 5 could roughly be seen as a large human shape. Visually estimating its area, it was about four times the size of a normal person's frontal projection.

This meant that if the nail gun fired randomly within this range, there was nearly a one-in-four chance of hitting a person.

Moreover, the lethality of the nail gun was different from the Iron Maiden in Prison Cell No. 4.

The spikes of the Iron Maiden avoided vital areas like the head and important organs, and the spikes themselves weren't very thick.

Although Gao Zhankui was covered in blood from the spikes, it was clear he hadn't sustained any serious, life-threatening injuries.

But the nail gun was different. If it hit vital areas like the heart, arteries, or eyes, it was absolutely capable of a one-hit kill.

As for Prison Cell No. 6, it was purely a matter of leaving things to fate.

Since it was a random draw, it was possible to draw a relatively simple mechanism or a very dangerous one.

If he had to choose between the two, Prison Cell No. 6 would naturally be better. However, the good news was that Zhang Peng had an even safer option.

That was Prison Cell No. 3, which he hadn't used yet.

Thinking this, he nervously rubbed his hands together and cautiously said, "Uncle Ding, there's no other way. Let me go into Prison Cell No. 3."

"Uncle Ding, look at me. I don't look like someone who can afford to burn so much Visa Time. Don't worry, if anyone is really in danger, I'll definitely break my finger to save them."

Ding Wenqiang sized Zhang Peng up and down. "Really?"

Zhang Peng nodded repeatedly. "Of course, Uncle Ding, of course it's true!

"Besides, there are no other options. We have to go into one of these three cells.

"Even though I'm not a good person, I don't deserve to die, do I..."

Ding Wenqiang hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. "That's true."

However, just as he was about to send Zhang Peng into Prison Cell No. 3, the system's prompt sounded.

[Spectator No. 1 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 8000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Prison Cell No. 4, ten thousand per round.]

Ding Wenqiang froze for a moment, then fell into hesitation.

Zhang Peng's eyes lit up.

Right, it could be done like this!

He wondered who this kind Spectator No. 1 was.

He sent a grateful glance towards Spectator No. 1, but unfortunately, he couldn't see who it was through the one-way glass.

This game only stipulated that 10 trials had to be completed, but it didn't say that each prisoner had to be assigned equally.

Theoretically, if a prisoner was lucky enough, they could endure all 10 trials themselves and still pass.

Which prisoner the trial would descend upon was entirely up to King Ding Wenqiang.

Seeing Ding Wenqiang still hesitating, Zhang Peng quickly lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Ding, what's there to hesitate about? Ten thousand per round!"

Ding Wenqiang's expression showed some resistance. "But, won't that be a bit unfair?"

Zhang Peng immediately shook his head. "Fair? Uncle Ding, in the games in this gallery, which one is absolutely fair? Huh? Is there any?

"Someone in our community earned over a hundred thousand Visa Time in a single round of Blood Poker, and I only earned a little over thirty thousand. Is that fair?

"In the real world, some people are born with billions in inheritance and can live their entire lives without spending it all; some people can be killed by objects falling from buildings just by walking down the street.

"Is that fair?

"Besides, what's this game called? King's Judgment. You're the King.

"Why should a prisoner talk about fairness with the King?

"The game rules have already implied that you have supreme power in this game. You won this status with your own abilities. Since the game rules allow it, why can't you do it?"

Seeing Ding Wenqiang still hesitating, Zhang Peng urged him on. "Uncle Ding, think about it. Why did people like us end up at the bottom?

"Isn't it because of those meaningless moral sentiments!

"Look at those rich people, would they feel guilty about such a small matter?"

At this moment, the broadcast sounded again.

[Spectator No. 7 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 6000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Prison Cell No. 4, ten thousand.]

Ding Wenqiang finally made up his mind. "You're right, I am the King. I can judge whoever I want to judge!

"For scum like him, it's reasonable to be judged again."

With this thought, he walked to the door of Prison Cell No. 4 again and pressed the game panel.

Gao Zhankui's eyes widened in disbelief, but he quickly picked up the strips of cloth on the ground and wrapped himself up tightly as before.

Ding Wenqiang turned his face away, no longer looking.

Besides Zhang Peng's persuasion and the rewards from the two spectators, there was another very important reason for his decision: there were differences in closeness among prisoners.

Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin were, after all, players from Community No. 17. They saw each other face-to-face regularly.

After this round of the game ends, we'll inevitably have to work together in the community.

If these two people are made to suffer terribly, I might very well be ostracized within the community myself.

But Gao Zhankui is different; no one here cares about him.

Even if Gao Zhankui dies in the game, Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin won't say anything. Instead, they'll be grateful. After all, they'll both be direct beneficiaries.

[Please cast a fairness vote on the King's actions.]

The broadcast sounded again, and Lin Sizhi silently pressed "×".

The voting results were coming out faster and faster. This was probably because most spectators realized that voting didn't require much thought; they could just go with their intuition because of the lie detector mechanism.

Thinking too much was not only meaningless, but if they voted incorrectly, they would also lose Visa Time, making it not worth the risk.

[Voting results: ××××××√×××]

[Final Fairness Score: -80]

[Thank you for your evaluation!]

Lin Sizhi looked at the evaluation results. Although he didn't know who these spectators were, he could still see some patterns by comparing the results of multiple votes.

For example, Spectator No. 1, despite being the ringleader in instigating Ding Wenqiang, also believed it was unfair.

This indicated that Spectator No. 1's actions were purely driven by self-interest.

He had already bet on the King's side, so having Ding Wenqiang kill the prisoner would bring him extra profit.

Spectator No. 3 was more merciful; he tended to vote "×" whenever the prisoner received a heavier punishment.

As for Spectator No. 7, he was interesting. He voted "√", but the game's lie detector mechanism didn't trigger any punishment. This meant he genuinely believed Ding Wenqiang had done the right thing, and it was reasonable for someone like Gao Zhankui to face judgment twice.

It was a bit like those people who "judge cases online and start with the death penalty."

The Iron Maiden mechanism opened again, and Gao Zhankui's body fell out stiffly.

[60,000 minutes of Visa Time have been settled to the player.]

This time, he lay on the ground for a long time before he could finally catch his breath.

He tried to remove the cloth strip from his head, but his bloody hands quickly dropped back down.

According to the game rules, the Judgment Game in each prison cell becomes increasingly dangerous with each iteration.

The first settlement was 30,000 minutes, and the second was 60,000 minutes.

This meant the number of needle pricks also doubled, from 30 to 60.

Given the current situation, Gao Zhankui's blood loss had reached a dangerous level.

If another Judgment Game were to occur, and the number of needle pricks doubled again, Gao Zhankui would most likely die in there.

[Spectator No. 7 tipped Ding Wenqiang 4,000 minutes of Visa Time with the message: You did the right thing.]

[Spectator No. 1 tipped Ding Wenqiang 2,000 minutes of Visa Time with the message: Continue.]

[Spectator No. 3 tipped Ding Wenqiang 1,000 minutes of Visa Time with the message: Stop.]

The barrage of messages made Ding Wenqiang's already chaotic mind even more so.

Fortunately, these messages were not only broadcast but also displayed as text on the big screen, making them easy to verify.

The new tips from Spectators No. 1 and No. 7 were not just conveying messages; they were also paying the remaining balance for their previous promises.

The Visa Time they had given before, combined with the current tips, totaled exactly 10,000 minutes.

Moreover, the spectators on the prisoner's side had basically realized something:

Spectators who sided with the King clearly had a stronger desire to tip.

The reason was simple: they could gain more profit from this action.