The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 95 Ziliang's Game ([-])

[Shushasha———] A series of busy tones, followed by the voice that Zi Liang is almost used to hearing.

[Hello, Mike, you don't know me, but I know you well, now, I want to play a game with you.

You're an Internet salesperson, sitting in front of a computer all day, selling products to people whose gender you don't even know, and you're selling things you've never even used.Of course, this will not affect anything, because you just need to add some beautified words on your own according to what is written in the manual, and sell it.

This behavior is simply deceitful.

So you are a man who lives by deceit and you are guilty.

Soon, the room will be filled with a gas that won't kill you immediately, but will take your life after a few hours.

Now, there are two roads in front of you.

First: From now on, you need to play a down-and-out investor named 'Pabble', about whom you can hear on another tape under the bed, and your task is, by all means, Kill a merchant named 'Fermat'.After the task is successful, I will give you a bottle of antidote as you wish.

Second: Choose to ignore what's on this tape and play through the game like everyone else.

So, should I continue to cheat as before, or should my conscience discover that I should be an honest person.

You choose. 】

When Ziliang heard this, he finally solved his doubts.

"So that's the case. I asked why that 'Pabul' was still sane, but he was still crazy. He had to hack Fermat to death. It turned out that he had his own mission at all." Zi Liang said. Muttering: "But it seems that you have already thought about how he will deal with this matter, so you just need to design the mechanism and wait for him and Fermat to die together and turn into meatloaf, right? Oh, it’s not just him and Fermat, in fact, everyone in this game will eventually die, except you”

Ziliang threw the player in his hand aside casually: "But I have another question, that is, why did you join in this game with me, don't say it's because of your 'salvation belief', this is not salvation at all, If no matter how hard you try, you will end up dying in the end, then it can only be called massacre, so... are you playing games and your brain is broken?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.' Irene couldn't answer Ziliang's question at all. Weak, and. The figure swayed, and he passed out directly on the ground.

"This..." Ziliang was taken aback for a moment, babbled in embarrassment, and shouted himself to pass out without saying a word, what was going on.And according to Ziliang's impression of 'Jigsaw', this kind of formidable character who can hide from the police for so many years shouldn't just be frightened by himself like this.

But he didn't care. Now that he knew who jigsaw was, he would know everything after taking it back to the hospital and throwing it in Hannibal's cabin.

Therefore, Ziliang walked to the side door, supported the door panels on both sides with both hands and exerted a little strength.

"Squeak—ah—" The door was quickly pushed open.

A bright light came over, and Ziliang subconsciously closed his eyes after staying in this dark room without windows for a long time.

And when he opened his eyes again.

He was stunned.

Because what was shot on his face was not sunlight at all.

This is a wider hall.The whole design is like a banquet hall, bright lights shine down from the roof, the floor is covered with carpets, there are a few tables on the side, and there are even some food on them.

This change of painting style was so abrupt that even Ziliang froze in place for a moment.
Moreover, what surprised him even more was that he saw two people beside that row of tables.

Harley Quinn
and Hannibal Lecter.

At this moment, Harley Quinn also seemed to see Ziliang.

"Hi, this way!" She waved her hand happily and greeted Ziliang. Ziliang could clearly see the bandages wrapped around her body, and there were still fresh blood stains in some places, obviously Just came out not long ago.

With this shout, Hannibal also looked over faintly, and gracefully raised a glass of wine in his hand, and gestured to Ziliang.

Compared to himself and Harley Quinn, Hannibal's body was clean and gleaming, not to mention blood, and there were almost no creases on his clothes.

Although Ziliang was puzzled, he still did not forget to turn around and drag Irene out, and dragged her all the way to the dining table
"What's going on?" Ziliang asked with question marks all over his face.

Hannibal shook his head: "I don't know, but it seems that we were caught here by the jigsaw together." He also pointed in one direction with his chin.

Ziliang looked in that direction, only to find that there were already two opened doors there.

"So, you also played the jigsaw game just now?" Ziliang asked.

"Yeah!" Harley Quinn replied suddenly, with an expression of unsatisfactory excitement: "It's really fun and exciting. This man called Jigsaw is simply a genius."

Well, it seems that Princess Quinn is particularly interested in this kind of bloody game.

"It seems that everyone who has passed the game, or survived in the end, will gather here?" Hannibal responded lightly with a more reliable answer.

Ziliang nodded, it seemed that was the case. Of course, he didn't have the time to ask what kind of tests the two in front of him had gone through. Play enough posture. There is really no need to ask.

At this time, Harley Quinn seemed to have finally discovered Irene dragged by Ziliang's hand, "Who is she?" Quinn asked, pointing at Ziliang's nose as if he was caught in bed.

"Uh..." Ziliang hesitated for a while: "Jigsaw."

Hannibal frowned: "Is she 'Jigsaw'?"

"At least I thought so just now, but now, I'm not sure." Ziliang muttered: "Oh, can your 'memory steal' still work? Even if this woman is not a 'jigsaw', she can We brought in a lot of leads."

Hannibal shook his head: "I'm sorry, it's still not available, but I think that in this case, some simple hypnosis methods should be enough, but it's a waste of time."

Ziliang nodded: "Okay, then I'll leave her to you, and Quinn and I will come back to you later."

"Come back to me? Where are you and Quinn going?" Hannibal asked.

Ziliang pointed at the remaining door that hadn't been opened with half-empty eyes.

"Of course I went to look for Old Joey. Do you think he can really come out with his road-crazy level?"

(End of this chapter)