The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 82 Ziliang's Game ([-])

Sin, in Hannibal's words, is like gourmet food. It doesn't matter how much it is, but its quality. No matter how much leftovers you eat, it can't compare with a delicate meal.

So this world ushered in Ziliang, Old Joey, Harley Quinn, Hannibal.

Well, that number looks a little thin, but...should be enough.

three days later

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

But he soon realized that he should be lying on the ground, his head was a little dizzy, and his body hadn't fully recovered from the deep sleep.But it seems that he should have been selected by the so-called "jigsaw" and brought into the game of redemption
Well, I know this transition is a bit abrupt, but after all, this is a world where even misclassification of garbage may be labeled as a crime, and for Ziliang and his group, in such a world It was all too easy to get Jigsaw's attention.

Even Ziliang felt that he was a bit slow in being selected. After all, on the first day, he took Harley Quinn to pretend to be drunk, causing trouble everywhere, robbing cars, beating pedestrians, and rampaging on the road , causing another small explosion at a gas station.

As for Hannibal and Old Joey, Ziliang didn't have to worry, and even told him before going out, don't kill anyone, we just want to make some small mistakes to attract the "jigsaw" The eyes are fine. But he doesn't know how to understand the word "little mistake" in the eyes of these two people. Anyway, Ziliang didn't eat dinner that day.

This is not over, these days Ziliang has to go out for a night walk every night, never lock the door when he sleeps, and when he wakes up, he regularly dumps the ashtray and garbage on the road in front of the door.It's just a matter of sticking a [Catch Me] sign on his head.

Hard work pays off, and after this continuous hard work, he finally succeeded in sending himself into this game.

So let's not gossip, after a while, Ziliang finally regained control of his body and sat up.

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

There is a rusty iron door directly in front of it, and there is no light from the gap below, which means that the other side of the door should also be dark, with a single light bulb above the head, and the dim light is mixed in the wall The musty smell hit Ziliang's face, and he tightened his nose a little uncomfortable.

Afterwards, he looked at himself again, his whole body was still in its original state, with a crumpled white coat, dirty leather shoes, and no mechanism that "blows your head off when the time comes" was not installed. And fortunately, the black notes, cigarettes, lighters, and even the old cell phone in my pocket are still there, but the cell phone can't receive the signal
After reading this, Ziliang turned around. Behind him was a single bed with iron nets that looked like it had been lifted from a garbage dump. The four feet of the bed were tightly connected to the ground. , a mattress was randomly spread on it, and there was not even a pillow.

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

"It seems that I'm trapped here." He muttered in a low voice, so he turned around and looked around the small room again.

In fact, there is not much to see here, the only thing out of sight is the small dark area under the bed.

So Ziliang walked over, bent down in the dark shadow, he seemed to see something.

So he reached out and pulled the thing out.

This is a silver-white "tape player",
"Yeah" Ziliang hummed with a long voice, and then began to look back and forth
This player looks a bit old, the corners have been knocked and damaged, and it can be seen that his owner didn't take care of it very much, but fortunately, all the buttons are still there.

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

So he buckled the player and pressed the switch casually.
After a short rustle, a hoarse voice processed with a voice changer sounded.

【Hello Ziliang, you don’t know me, but I know you well. I’m sorry to invite you here in the midst of my 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 that middle-aged man remembered, so if the person staying in this room is not Ziliang, he probably would have been terrified. Yelling, if you reacted faster, you might have already squeezed out some urine.

However, Ziliang didn't have much reaction. Instead, he nodded in satisfaction, because he can be sure that this is the jigsaw game site, so he can feel 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 work and save thousands of patients from suffering. You should call for strength, kindness, and hope. But not only did 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 played to this point, there was a soft sound of "呵———" suddenly, but this sound did not come from the recorded sound, but from above the head.

Ziliang raised his head, and immediately saw a few small holes on the ceiling, at the edge of the interface between the light bulb and the wall, and at this moment, a cloud of light green gas was wafting out of it.

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

The recording and broadcasting of the tape came to an abrupt end.

Perhaps it is to allow people to enjoy the wonderful time of inhaling poisonous gas into the body with peace of mind, or to give people who have listened to this recording a chance to scream. Anyway, the rustling sound in the tape is much weaker. The voice above his head was like a poisonous snake urging him to death, hissing and spitting out a letter.

But Ziliang didn't shout, didn't scream, and didn't even show an expression of overly frightened.

He raised his head and looked at the continuously spewing gas.
Suddenly, he smiled. Under the dim light, the corners of his mouth and cheekbones were distorted for a moment, making that decadent face look a little weird.

"Hehe, it seems quite interesting."

He said.

(End of this chapter)