The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 99 Old Joey's Game (Part [-], Roll for a Monthly Pass)

On the other side of the door is a not too big room, the structure is similar to other rooms along the way, except that in the center of the room, there are two pillars that directly reach the ceiling, and the bottom ends go deep into the floor under.

Between the two pillars, there was that terrifying doll, still holding a tape in its hand.

Albert stepped forward, picked up the tape, and inserted it into his player.

"Shushasha——" After a series of busy tones, the voice processed by the voice changer sounded, and then... everyone looked at Old Joey in unison.

Because, this tape is about him.

"Hello, Joey, you don't know me, but I know you well. You are the owner of a farm. In your life, you only eat, sleep, and feed the pigs. You hardly leave your farm. , and seldom contact with the outside world, and live a boring life in a daze. You use low-quality feed to feed livestock, and then sell them to black-hearted merchants to earn ill-gotten gains.

You are guilty.

Now, in front of you are two steel bars with bearings, and if you look closely at them, you can find a handle on each bar with a chain attached to it.You have to hold them both to open the door.But at the same time, the handcuffs connected to the handle will immediately cuff your hands tightly.

Next, the two bearings will turn, the chains will get shorter and shorter, and your arms will be shredded like pork you chopped up.

So, now, whether to abandon your own limbs and live, or to wait for death here as usual, is up to you to choose. "

That's the end of the recording.

Old Joey met the gazes of the others without saying a word. He was a little dazed.

Because the recording said that he fed the pigs with poor quality feed?Isn't this a joke, if Old Joey's feed is considered inferior, then what other pigs eat every day is shit!And the recording even said that Old Joey chops pork and sells it to unscrupulous merchants?Don't make trouble, if any daring butcher dares to go to Old Joey's hog farm to negotiate business, he will be turned into Pego's dung in the next day.

In short, these words were just guessed by "Jigsaw" after collecting old Joey's information in a short period of time.Because he couldn't find the source of the feed, he thought that Old Joey bought low-quality feed from illegal traders, and couldn't find the export record of pork, so he took it for granted that Old Joey sold the meat to unscrupulous butchers.

Uh. There seems to be nothing wrong with this routine. If this is an ordinary pig farm, Jigsaw will guess it right in nine out of ten cases, but if you put these things on Old Joey's head, it's simply It is the snow in June, the hail and the frost, the great injustice.

So, old Joey was a little upset.He threw "Doug" to the ground angrily: "This saw blade is nonsense, I don't have one!"

Oh, "Doug" is the dog he rescued in the last room. Old Joey just gave him a name very thoughtfully.This poor little dog was almost dead by old Joey just now, and now he was foaming at the mouth and unconscious, so he fell and slapped him on the ground.

But anyway, it is also a Neapolitan dog, one of the most ferocious dog breeds in the world. It can generally weigh up to 150 catties. Bulldozer. So, with such a fall, it took the last bit of sanity out of it.

Therefore, with the power of returning light, this ferocious dog showed fierce eyes, flashed its fangs, slipped out and shrank into a small corner of the room with its buttocks pouted, not daring to speak a word.

At this time, no one was going to pity the puppy, Albert nodded to Old Joey: "We understand you very well and will do our best to help you, but as we said in advance, Now that the jigsaw has chosen you, you are responsible for that, and only then will we have a chance of surviving unless you can get something else out of that pocket."

Everyone also nodded vigorously, and looked at Old Joey with hope. Now, in their eyes, Old Joey is the hope of victory. But to be honest, it is difficult to crack such a mechanism with violence. , unless... you have some kind of high-explosive bomb that can directly blow open the big iron door of this room.

But as I said before, Old Joey never brought those guns and other firearms, let alone bombs, so he couldn't take out any suitable things for a while.

In fact, he didn't even want to take it out.

"You don't need to help me, I'll play this game myself!"

Old Joey said in a muffled voice, then stood directly between the two bearings, pulled the handles on both sides without saying a word, and pulled hard.

With a sound of "click", the mechanism started immediately, and at the same time, two handcuffs instantly cuffed his hands. The bearings began to rotate.

Old Joey was angry because he felt insulted.

You can say he's stupid, lazy, doesn't like to take a bath, and snores loudly, but you can't say that Old Joey doesn't raise pigs well.Now insult!It is slander!It's blasphemy!
So Old Joey felt that this "saw blade" was very unpopular.

"Hmph, you actually said that about me, then I have to tell you that your games are really bad!"

He muttered angrily.

At this time, the bearings on both sides were already carrying iron chains, pulling Old Joey's arms straight, and if he continued to turn like this, his joints would be broken until he was pulled off alive.

The other three looked at him worriedly, but they couldn't do anything.

At this moment, there was a "squeak", and the rotating bearing suddenly stopped.

This is of course not that the mechanism has stopped, but that it can't move.

Old Joey's arms were stretched straight out. In fact, until now, he has not let go of the two handles. Instead, he clenched them tightly like stretching equipment in the gym, and then... began to pull back.

The other three people were dumbfounded again. This man named Old Joey was actually competing with the mechanism made by the jigsaw.The fat-looking shoulders seemed to have faint traces of muscles because of the tension.

And because the bearing couldn't rotate, it had already started to make harsh friction sounds, and white smoke began to emerge from the gaps in the bottom plate.
Hearing a "bang", I don't know what part was broken. Old Joey's arms were closed violently, and the bearings on both sides were instantly pulled in the opposite direction, and because of too much force, the pulling The rotation speed of the back is too fast.

There were two loud bangs, the two iron chains broke, and the bearings turned like two spinning tops.

"Doug" huddled miserably in the shadow of the corner, and let out a whimpering sound similar to crying.

(End of this chapter)