All Worlds Madhouse

After the tape was played, everyone looked at this woman who was over fifty years old in surprise.

Under these gazes, Monica shook her head: "He lied, there is no such thing at all!"

"Jigsaw will never wrong a person." The man with the severed limb said: "Of course you haven't done this kind of thing in recent years, but you must have had a sinful experience, maybe 10 years ago, maybe even longer. Before, sin would not fade with time."

Monica finally seemed to recall something: "I remember it, but how long ago was that? And I didn't accept a bribe. It was just a wrong decision, and I have already been punished!"

"Mistakes are not a reason to escape guilt." The man with the amputated limb said. I don't know if it was because he had experienced a game before. Anyway, listening to his tone, it was as if he was on the side of Jigsaw.

Monica panicked: "I don't want to sit on that chair!"

"You have to sit up. If you don't sit down, the game won't be played and we will all die here!" As he said that, the man with the mutilated limb suddenly took a step forward, hugged Monica directly, and cut her. He pushed him hard into the electric chair in front of him.

"Asshole, what are you doing!" Monica yelled in panic and struggled hard. Although she was very old, the man also looked sick and sick, and half of his arm was missing. Therefore, neither of them had the upper hand for a while.

At this moment, the timer on the door on the other side of the room suddenly displayed a series of numbers.

[05:00] And in the blink of an eye, it became [04:59]. At first glance, it was a 5-minute countdown.

This time, it wasn't just Monica who was panicking.

"Damn it!" The bald man, who was still a little unsure of what to do, cursed: "Since you are guilty, you deserve what you deserve. That 'Jigsaw' told you to sit on it, so now you hurry up and take a photo of me." Do!"

Before he finished speaking, he pushed away the crowd and rushed towards Monica, picked her up and pressed her on the electric chair.

Ziliang stood at the back of the crowd, watching this scene coldly.

"Huh, it seems that people in this world care more about the crime mentioned by Jigsaw than the characterization of the law. That's right, after all, the word 'law' seems to have been out of use for many years."

"Asshole, you can't do this, you are committing a crime! Someone come and save me! Ahhh -" Monica struggled and shouted heartbreakingly, but it was to no avail.

Because the electric chair should be pressure-sensitive, the hemispherical helmet on it suddenly popped up and buckled directly on Monica's head. The iron clamps on her abdomen, wrists, and legs on both sides were also quickly tightened. An iron plate popped out from under the helmet, tightly covering Monica's chin, making it almost impossible for her to open her mouth, and she could only let out some inaudible cries.

"You do this." The middle-aged man with glasses was about to say something.

"Shut up." The man in the suit interrupted him lightly: "You also heard that this person is guilty. Besides, people like you who don't step forward to stop him and do nothing are the most annoying people!"

Indeed, it seems that naked indifference is easier to accept than false pity.

"Okay! She sat on it! Then what!" The strong man shouted while spinning around, as if he was asking the murderer named "Jigsaw".

At this time.

With a "pop" sound, another tape fell out from under the electric chair.

The strong man looked at the tape, breathing heavily, and finally made up his mind to pick it up and insert it into the player.

[Hello Miss Eileen, maybe you have recognized that the person sitting on the chair is the judge who sentenced you to prison 7 years ago. Of course, she should have long forgotten that you were because of her. You were unjustly imprisoned for two months. Although you were later released from prison due to a wrong verdict, you were humiliated and beaten in prison. Your lover left you, and your relatives and friends began to alienate you. Until after you were released from prison, you Finally, like most people who have gone through this, he gave up on himself and became a person who made a living by cheating on the streets.

You are guilty, but these sins did not originally belong to you, so now, you will have the right to redeem yourself and punish the devil. This chair will start to pass 400V current after 5 minutes, and there is a hole in the wall opposite the chair. There is a button inside. As long as you press it, the countdown will stop, but at the same time, your fingers will also be cut off.

You are willing to redeem someone who destroyed you.

Still watching her suffer until she died.

The choice is yours.

Regardless of the outcome, another door will open in 5 minutes]

Since some time was wasted by pressing Monica to the electric chair, the remaining time has now reached 2 minutes and 20 seconds.

Everyone's eyes were turned to that beautiful woman. Because she is the only woman left now, and Irene must be her.

Miss Irene opened her mouth wide and had tears in her eyes, and said in a crying voice: "How could this happen? That happened a long time ago. Besides, I was only sentenced to two months of voluntary labor. I was not jailed. My family has not alienated me and I am not cheating!"

"Maybe you have it, but you've forgotten it." The man with the mutilated limb still said in a tone that sounded like he believed in something.

"Do you know this old woman? Why didn't you tell me earlier!" The man with glasses also asked

"I told you, it was just a misunderstanding. It was just a drunken conflict in college. How could I still remember what the person who gave the penalty looked like?"

"Okay! Now is not the time to talk about this." Ziliang interrupted their conversation, then came to the wall and pointed to a hole slightly thicker than a finger: "Although I can't hear what the old woman is calling. , but I think she should be reminding you that the time is almost up."

Everyone looked at the timer, there was still 1 minute and 50 seconds left.

Naturally, no one would say anything at this time. No matter what, the door would open at the end of the countdown, so everyone took a step back and looked at Miss Irene coldly.

Erin shook her head in fear, as if she couldn't face this choice at all.

But at this time, no one could help her. The only thing in the room seemed to be the old woman moaning at the top of her lungs.

Irene looked helplessly at the terrifying electric chair. Her crying expression made her face no longer beautiful. However, she still walked towards the wall, stretched out a hand, and hesitated at the entrance of the hole.

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