darkest personality

Chapter 69 71. Tattoo
"The mouth of the beaker is sealed."

Bai Ye squatted down and checked the beaker on the left side of the device.

The mouth of the beaker is sealed by an iron cover, and there is a rubber membrane the size of a little finger in the middle of the iron cover.

Bill glanced at Mary who was knocking on the door, scratched his head and asked, "Then how can the blood be injected into it? Besides, how to collect the blood is also a problem?"

Bai Ye took out the empty syringe he picked up from the basement from his pocket.

"Use this."

——Your crack makes the proficiency of Concentration Stance +50.

"This……"

Bill immediately thought of something, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

The one-eyed black man and the young man in the shirt looked at each other, and they both understood the meaning expressed in each other's eyes.

So the former picked up the rope used to hang the iron cage on the ground, and the latter walked quickly towards the basement.

"What are you doing? Get away from me, you damned Negor!"

The one-eyed black man approached Mary, who let out a cry of surprise.

"Let go of me, let me go!"

The one-eyed black man smiled cruelly, grabbed Mary's hair, and slammed her head against the wall.

"Hey! This is not too... okay..."

Fat Bill just wanted to stop him, but he froze after being glared at by the one-eyed black man, and his voice became much softer.

The woman's head was bleeding from the knock. She was already in a dazed state, and now she was in a semi-conscious state. She couldn't even stand upright, and her body slumped against the wall.

The one-eyed black man quickly tied the woman's hands and feet with a rope, and then dragged her to the side of the 'Price of Blood' device.

The young man in the shirt took three empty syringes from the basement and stuffed one of them into the fat man's hand.

"Really... really want to do this?"

Bill asked submissively, "Will this be too cruel?"

While speaking, the one-eyed black man ignored the other party's screams and stuck a needle in Mary's arm, drawing out a needle full of blood.

"Stop talking nonsense, there is no time."

The young man turned his head and urged, and then stabbed Mary's other arm with a syringe.

"But...but..."

Bill was sweating profusely, holding the needle with trembling hands, and looked at Bai Ye with pleading eyes.

"We might be able to replace blood with other fluids."

"There are surveillance above, and someone is watching here."

Bai Ye pointed to the monitor on the stairs, then stepped forward, pierced Mary's thigh with a needle, and drew out a tube full of blood.

"Hurry up."

He inserted the needle tube through the small rubber hole on the iron cover to drain the blood in the needle tube.

A needle tube can only draw 10ml of blood each time, and the beaker needs to be filled with 1000ml of blood. That is to say, four people need to prick Mary's body 100 times to complete 100 blood draws.

There are about 5 minutes left in the countdown, and each person must complete 5 blood draws within 20 minutes.

"Fack squid! You bastards, let me go!"

Mary on the ground let out a hoarse scream and struggled with all her strength, but her hands and feet were tightly bound by the rope, and it was impossible to break free.

The three men remained indifferent, and at this moment, they seemed to be possessed by Madam Rong. They kept piercing the needle into Mary's bare skin, drawing a tube of blood, piercing again, and pumping again...

"I beg you, please let me go, I know I was wrong, ah!"

Mary's attitude softened quickly, and she began to beg for mercy from the three men.

Gradually, the blood in the beaker gradually filled up, about 2 to [-] milliliters had been accumulated, but the countdown was less than [-] minutes left.

'That's too late. '

Bai Ye estimated the progress.

The three of them alone cannot complete a 3ml blood draw in about 1 minute.

After the fat Bill drew two tubes of blood symbolically at the beginning, he claimed that he couldn't bear the bloodsickness, squatted on the ground, covered his forehead with his hands, and gasped for breath.

Mary couldn't struggle anymore, her face was as pale as paper, and her exposed skin was already covered with pinholes enough to make cryptic patients uncomfortable, and some of the pinholes were still oozing blood.

"Please, help me stop them..."

She reached out and grabbed Bill by the ankle, treating Bill as her last hope.

But Bill seemed to be stung by a bee, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, and fled to the side in panic.

The countdown entered the final 20 seconds.

The beaker is still short of more than 200 milliliters, and the soldering iron on the right is only ten millimeters away from the antidote.

'Failed. '

Bai Ye simply gave up the operation at hand.

The other two are still busy.

倒计时：10、9、8……3、2、1！

Snapped!
The antidote was crushed by the soldering iron, and the liquid spilled all over the place.

"Fake!"

The one-eyed black man dropped the needle in his hand angrily.

The young man in the shirt arched his body, coughing non-stop, coughing up a hand of blood, the toxins in his body had begun to spread.

No one cared about Mary's life or death, she was lying on the ground with a bloodless face, her lips were trembling, and her breath was like gossamer.

……

Gada!

As the countdown of the device stopped, the door of a certain room in this house opened automatically.

"Is... upstairs?"

Fat Bill tremblingly said, when he looked at Bai Ye and the others, his eyes were full of fear.

The one-eyed black man walked upstairs first, and the young man in the shirt stopped coughing and followed suit.

Bai Ye was not in a hurry to go upstairs. He first passed through the hallway on the left and entered the room behind the hallway.

Here appears to be the kitchen of the house, littered with battered chairs and tables.

There is a white iron door at the innermost end, with iron chains wrapped around the iron door and a big lock hung on it.

'This should be the escape door, right? '

He checked the double doors in the front hall. Not only did they need a key to open the lock, but even the outside of the door was sealed with iron bars, just like the words written on the door—this road is blocked.

The other windows were all sealed with bricks and stones, and there were no other doors on the first floor. This iron door with a big lock should be the escape point.

"I've checked everything here, but I didn't find the key to unlock it."

A voice suddenly sounded behind Bai Ye.

Fatty Bill approached two meters behind Bai Ye at some point, and kindly reminded Bai Ye.

'I didn't notice anything when he came over? '

Bai Ye's sensory acuity is very high, and he can listen to voices to distinguish his position in a dark environment, and it is impossible for someone to approach from behind without noticing.

"The key? No, I'm not looking for the key. I'm just looking for the surrounding environment."

"Then... what about Mary?"

Bill hesitated and asked Bai Ye for advice: "Should we just let it go like this?"

"If you can't see it, you can give her a relief."

"No, I dare not kill!"

Bill immediately shook his hands in panic.

"Then don't mind your own business."

While talking, Bai Ye and Bill returned to the front hall.

'? '

He noticed that Mary seemed to have turned over on the ground and was now lying on her side.

On its bare back, between the two shoulder blades, there is a tattoo that looks like a jigsaw puzzle.

……

(End of this chapter)