All Worlds Madhouse

Sin, in Hannibal's words, is like delicacies. It doesn't matter how much it is, but its quality. No matter how many leftovers you eat, it can't compare to a bite of exquisite delicacies.

So the world welcomed Ziliang, Old Joey, Harley Quinn, and Hannibal.

Okay, it looks like this number is a little thin, but... it should be enough.

three days later

When Ziliang opened his eyes again, what he saw was an upside-down iron door.

However, he soon realized that he was probably lying on the ground. His head was a little dizzy and his body had not yet fully recovered from a deep sleep. But it seems that he was selected by the so-called "Jigsaw" and brought into the game of redemption.

Okay, I know this transition is a bit abrupt, but after all, this is a world where even misclassifying garbage may be labeled as a crime. And for Ziliang and his group, in such a world It was so easy to get Jigsaw's attention.

Even Ziliang felt that he was chosen a little too slowly. After all, on the first day, he took Harley Quinn and pretended to be drunk, causing trouble everywhere, robbing cars, beating up pedestrians, and running rampant on the road. , causing a small explosion at a gas station.

As for Hannibal and Old Joey, Ziliang didn't have to worry. He even specifically told them before going out, don't kill anyone. We just wanted to make some small mistakes to attract "Jigsaw"'s attention. The eyes would be fine. But he didn't know how these two people understood the word "little mistake". Anyway, Ziliang didn't eat dinner that day.

This is not over yet. In the past few days, Ziliang goes out for a night walk every night. He never locks the door when he goes to bed. When he wakes up, he dumps the ashtray and garbage on the road in front of the door on time. All he had to do was put a "Come and Catch Me" sign on his head.

Hard work paid off, and after continuous efforts, he finally succeeded in getting himself into this game.

So without further ado, after a while, Ziliang finally regained control of his body and sat up.

He looked around and found that he was in a small, unfamiliar room, surrounded by bare walls. Most of the wall paint had peeled off, exposing the brick wall behind it.

Directly in front is a rusty iron door. There is no light coming from the gap below, which means that the other side of the door should also be dark. There is a lone light bulb above the head, and the dim light mixes with the wall. The musty smell hit Ziliang's face, and he tightened his nose in discomfort.

Then, he looked at himself again. His whole body was still in its original appearance. His wrinkled white coat and dirty leather shoes were not equipped with any devices that would "blow your head off when the time comes." And luckily, the black notes, cigarettes, lighters, and even the old-fashioned mobile phone in my pocket are still there, but the mobile phone can no longer receive signals.

After reading this, Ziliang turned around. Behind him was an iron mesh single bed that looked like it had been lifted from a garbage dump. The four legs of the bed were tightly connected to the ground. , there was a random mattress on it, not even a pillow.

Ziliang leisurely lit a cigarette and took a puff. He walked towards the iron door of the room and tugged on it. Sure enough, it didn't move at all.

"It seems like I'm trapped here." He muttered softly, and had no choice but to turn around and look around the small room again.

In fact, there is nothing to see here. The only thing that is not within sight is the small dark area under the bed.

So Ziliang walked over and leaned down in the dark shadow. He seemed to see something.

So he reached out and pulled out the thing.

This is a silver-white "tape player\

,""Yeah" Ziliang hummed in a long tone, and then started to look back and forth.

This player looks a bit old, and the corners are damaged. It can be seen that its owner does not cherish it very much, but fortunately, all the buttons are still there.

Ziliang opened the card slot in front and could see a tape lying quietly inside.

So he buttoned up the player and pressed the switch.

After a brief rustling sound, a hoarse voice that had been processed by a voice changer rang out.

[Hello Ziliang, you don’t know me, but I know you very well. I’m sorry to invite you here despite your busy schedule. Now, I want to play a game with you]

I have to say that this is indeed a very representative opening speech, exactly the same as the middle-aged man remembered it, so if the person staying in this room now was not Ziliang, he would have been scared to death. Yell, those who responded faster might have squeezed out a leak of urine.

However, Ziliang didn't have much reaction. Instead, he nodded with satisfaction. Since he was sure that this was the Jigsaw game scene, he felt relieved.

The sound in the player is still going on

[You are a doctor. In the eyes of many people, you should be a perfect person. You should love your job and save thousands of patients from suffering. You should call for strength, kindness, and hope. But not only do you not Fulfilling your obligations, you do exactly the opposite, you smoke, drink, and never take your patients seriously! 】

[So, you are guilty! 】

When the sound was played, a soft sound of "呲————" was suddenly heard, but this sound did not come from the recorded sound, but from above the head.

Ziliang raised his head, and then he saw several small holes on the ceiling that were cut out at the edges of the interface between the light bulb and the wall. At this moment, a stream of light green gas was floating out of it.

[Now, this room is being injected with toxic gases. The good news is that they will not kill you immediately. They will only take root in your body and slowly eat away at your life. The bad news is that as long as they continue In a few hours, you will be poisoned and die. But this also means that you still have time to redeem yourself, so it is your choice whether to die with your blasphemy against your profession or to live with repentance.]

The recording of the tape ended abruptly.

Maybe it was to allow people to enjoy the wonderful time of inhaling poisonous gas into their bodies with peace of mind, or maybe it was to give those who listened to this recording a chance to scream loudly. Anyway, the rustling sound in the tape seemed much weaker. The voice above the head was like a poisonous snake urging death, hissing and spitting out the message.

But Ziliang didn't shout, didn't scream, and didn't even show too much fear.

He raised his head and looked at the gas that was constantly spraying out.

Suddenly, he smiled. Under the dim light, the corners of his mouth and cheekbones were distorted for a moment, making his decadent face look a little weird.

"Haha, it seems quite interesting."

he said.