Sin is like a delicacy, in Hannibal's words, not about how much, but about its quality, and no amount of leftovers you eat can compare to a delicate dish.

So the world ushered in Ziliang, Old Joey, Harry. Quinn, Hannibal.

Well, it looks like the number is a bit thin, but ...... It should be enough.

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Three days later

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

However, he soon realized that he was lying on the ground, his head a little drowsy, and his body had not fully recovered from his deep sleep. But it seems that he should have been selected by the so-called "jigsaw" and brought into the game of redemption......

Okay, I know this transition is a bit abrupt, but after all, this is a world where even getting the wrong garbage sorting can be labeled as a sin, and for Ziliang and his group, it is simply too easy to attract the attention of "jigsaw" in such a world.

Even Ziliang felt that he was a little slow to be chosen, after all, on the first day, he took Harry with him. Quinn pretended to have drunk too much, causing trouble everywhere, robbing cars, beating pedestrians, rampage down the road, and causing a small explosion at a gas station.

And Hannibal and Old Joey, Ziliang didn't have to worry, and even specially instructed before going out, don't make trouble, let's just want to make a small mistake to attract the attention of the "jigsaw...... But he didn't know how to understand the word "small mistake" in the eyes of these two people, anyway, Ziliang didn't eat dinner that day.

This is not the end, these days Ziliang has to go out for a night walk every night, never lock the door when he sleeps, and after waking up, he dumps the ashtray and garbage on the road in front of the door on time and on time. It's almost like putting a "Come and catch me" sign on your head.

The hard work paid off, and after this continuous effort, he finally succeeded in sending himself into this game.

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Without further ado, after a while, Ziliang finally regained control of his body and sat up.

He looked around and found himself in a small, unfamiliar room, surrounded by bald walls, most of which had peeled off, revealing the brick walls behind them.

Directly in front of him was a rusty iron door, and there was no light in the gap below, which meant that the other side of the door should also be pitch black, and there was a lone light bulb above his head, and the dim light mixed with the musty smell from the wall hit Ziliang's face, and he tightened his nose a little uncomfortably.

Then, he looked at himself again, and his body was still the same as before, the crumpled white coat, the dirty leather shoes, and there was no "blow up your head when the time comes" mechanism installed, and fortunately, the black notes, cigarettes, lighters, and even the old-fashioned mobile phone in his pocket were still there, but the phone didn't receive the signal......

After reading this, Ziliang turned around, and behind him was a single bed with iron mesh that looked like it had been lifted from a garbage dump, and the four feet of the bed were tightly linked to the ground, and a mattress was casually spread on it, and there was not even a pillow.

Ziliang leisurely lit a cigarette, took a puff, walked to the iron door of the room, tugged at it, and sure enough, he didn't move.

"Looks like I'm trapped here." He muttered quietly, and had to turn around and look around the small room again.

In fact, there is nothing to see here, the only one that is not in sight...... It's the little dark area under the bed.

So Ziliang walked over and bent down...... In that dark shadow, he seemed to see something.

So he reached out and pulled it out.

This is a silver-white "cassette player",

"Uh-huh......" Ziliang hummed in a long voice, and then began to look back and forth......

The player looks a bit old, the corners are all bumped, and you can tell that its owner doesn't care much about it, but luckily, all the buttons are there.

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

So he buckled on the player and casually pressed the switch......

After a brief rustle, a hoarse voice that had been treated with a voice changer rang out.

[Hello Ziliang, you don't know me, but I know you very well, I'm sorry to invite you to come here in your busy schedule, now...... I want to play a game with you......]

I have to say that this is indeed a very representative opening statement, exactly the same as the middle-aged man's memory, so if the person staying in this room now was not Ziliang, he would probably have been scared and screamed, and the one who reacted quickly might have simply squeezed out a bubble of urine.

However, Ziliang didn't have much reaction, but nodded with satisfaction, seeing that because he could be sure that this was the game site of the jigsaw, then he was relieved.

The sound in the player continues......

You are a doctor, in the eyes of many people, you should be a perfect person, you should love your work, save thousands of patients from suffering, you should call for strength, kindness, and hope...... But instead of fulfilling your obligations, you do the opposite, you smoke, drink heavily, and never take your patients seriously! 】

So, you are guilty! 】

When the sound was played, there was a sudden sound of "————", but this sound did not come from the recorded sound, but from above the head.

Ziliang raised his head, and then saw that there were several small holes in the ceiling, the edge of the interface between the light bulb and the wall, and at this moment, a pale green gas was wafting out of it.

[Right now, this room is being injected with poisonous gases, the good news is that they won't kill you immediately, they will only take root in your body and slowly eat away at your life, the bad news is that in just a few more hours, you will die of poison...... But this also means that you still have time to redeem, so whether you die with the desecration of your profession or live with repentance is up to you......]

This was the end of the tape recording.

Maybe it's to make people feel at ease to enjoy this wonderful time of inhaling poisonous gas into their bodies, or to give the person who listens to this recording a chance to scream, but the rustling sound in the tape is much weaker, and the voice above his head is like a poisonous snake that hisses and spits letters.

But Ziliang didn't shout, didn't scream, and didn't even show a look of too frightened.

He tilted his head and looked at the gas that kept spewing out......

Suddenly, he smiled, and in the dim light, the corners of his mouth and cheekbones were distorted for a moment, making his decadent face look a little weird.

"Hehe, it seems to be quite interesting......"

He said.

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