"One! Two! Three! ……”

In the work area, the sound of suppressed statistics continued to sound.

After the moment of horror just now, Arthur Jackman could only temporarily put aside his original bold idea and honestly started push-ups.

His time difference had been chaotic, and he had a simple lunch when he woke up at noon before he was kidnapped, and he had not eaten a drop of water until now.

The hunger and cold caused by the passage of time seemed to have finally made him 'sober', and he didn't slack anymore, squeezing his body hard, changing to sit-ups if he couldn't do push-ups, and running on the spot if he couldn't hold up sit-ups.

Gradually, the heat from the strenuous exercise dispelled the cold in the work area, and the thin prison uniform on his body was gradually soaked with sweat, and the center of his chest and back was wet.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~ can ...... Okay, right? ”

After more than ten long and extremely torturous minutes, the intense tiredness and soreness of his body once again overcame his will, and he gasped and stopped, and his legs trembled a little to the center of the work area.

Wow~

Arthur Jackman took off his wet prison uniform, grabbed the ends of the prison uniform with both hands and twisted it hard, and a trickle suddenly gushed out from the center, but it only lasted for a moment and then it became a scattered drop of water 'Da Da'.

It wasn't until he could no longer squeeze out any more sweat that Arthur Jackman pursed his lips and reluctantly threw his clothes aside, focusing on the container in the center of the floor.

It's just a small metal cup with only the thickness of the bottom of the cup, but it's not easy to fill it with sweat, and the stream of water just now is only half filled.

"One more time is enough."

What people are most afraid of is that even if there is no goal or the goal is out of reach, seeing the half-filled metal cup, Arthur Jackman's eyes have a ray of hope, and there seems to be a trace of joy in his breath.

Success is within reach!

After resting for a few minutes, and when the feeling of suffocation had subsided a little, he got up again, and looked at the large wet prison uniform next to his heels, and instead of picking it up and putting it on, he took it off until he was left with only a pair of shorts.

There are still a lot of water stains in the prison uniform, which proves that there is still a lot of sweat absorbed by the fibers of the clothes, and even a drop of sweat waste can make him feel reluctant in this situation.

"That's why Mina has always been frugal......"

Arthur Jackman muttered to himself.

He thought of the food that had been thrown away by his angry self in the past few days, the regret and reluctance on Mina's face at that time, and the nagging that made him so impatient that he had to use a little more toothpaste.

He exercised even more frantically, as if he wanted to numb himself with physical torture, so that he would not think, regret, or miss.

Da~Da~Da~

Drops of slightly cloudy beads of sweat flowed down his body.

Beads of sweat flow down the apparently specially designed floor in the center and into a small metal cup in the center.

Whoa!

Perhaps a century had passed, and the sound of coins clashing had pulled Arthur Jackman's somewhat vague consciousness back.

Much like the sound of a gambling game machine spitting out game currency, every impact is crisp and pleasant.

"Enough?"

Arthur Jackman didn't react for a moment, and after a moment of pause, he realized something, and looked down at the center of the floor.

Sure enough, the small metal cup in the center was empty, and it seemed to have shrunk for a while, and now it was slowly returning to its original position.

Then I walked to the display table on the left wall and took a look, and there was already a small pile of coins engraved with skull motifs on the upper level of the display table, a whole ten, no more, no less.

"You're really a bit of a surprise to me, I thought you'd have to be hungry for days before you tried hard......"

The sound of the jigsaw sounded suddenly, hoarse, but with a sense of appreciation: "In view of your excellent performance, I have decided to give you a small reward." ”

"What reward? Say, there are still any tricks to be used. ”

Arthur Jackman gasped violently, grabbing the skull coin, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, but he still didn't have a good face for the jigsaw, the culprit who kidnapped him.

As for the reward, he didn't report much hope, with the experience of the previous two photos, and now this reward is obviously just a disgusting and persecutive method in another way.

"I'll tell you when you're going to use the rewards, and now it's time for you to enjoy the fruits of your labor."

Jigsaw didn't say what the reward was, but said in a hoarse voice: "There is plenty of food and water in the shopping area, and don't forget to buy a set of warm clothes and leave two coins as 'rent'." ”

Hearing this, Arthur Jackman grabbed the coins and clothes on the ground and walked out of the work area silently.

Maybe it's the character that is submissive, or maybe it's the sense of accomplishment and redemption after extreme exhaustion...... In fact, he himself didn't know what kind of mentality he was in now, so he subconsciously followed the words of the jigsaw, walked into another fork in the corridor, and came to a room like a miniature supermarket.

There were breads, snacks, purified water, and even bags of raw steak and frying pans and seasonings in the corners, and scattered items filled the two shelves, with a whole row of thick coats hanging from the side against the wall.

[Bread*1:1$]

【Purified water*1:1$】

【Steak*1:5$】

[Warm jacket: 5$]

Arthur Jackman directly checked the prices of necessities, and did not look at the various snacks that he usually loved, snacks are already a luxury for him now.

Although this micro-supermarket does not have a cashier, it does have a cash register.

The cash register leans against the wall of the doorway, and on the wall is an old-fashioned shotgun with a sign plastering: "As a citizen of Gotham, you should know what to expect when you rob a supermarket here]

The firearm mechanism, which he didn't know how to control, completely dispelled his idea of taking things and not giving money...... No, it should be said that the thought did not arise.

He just did a simple addition and subtraction in his mind, then gave up the steak, picked up a loaf of bread and a bottle of pure water that was the size of two red bricks stacked together, and walked straight to the clothes hanger.

The clothes are all the same style, the upper and lower clothes are a complete set of padded jackets, there is nothing to choose.

However, it is worth mentioning that there is also a finger-wide electronic display embedded in the center of the chest of the garment, on which there is a chronograph number of forty-eight hours.

[Shelf life of clothing: 48 hours, the timer will start after wearing, and the clothes will be automatically destroyed after the countdown ends. 】

“……”

Looking at the label on the clothes, if it weren't for the fact that he was too tired to speak, Arthur Jackman promised that he would definitely spit out a big groove and beat the manufacturer who produced the clothes by the way.

But there is no if, he is now tired and thirsty and does not want to move in the slightest, and his current situation is also involuntarily, if he wants to live, he must follow the rules of the jigsaw game.

He could only pick up a piece of clothing in silence, and then settled the bill at the cash register along with bread and water, and the seven skull coins he had earned by his blood and sweat were swallowed up by the coin slot.

"Happy life with the checkout done."

The cashier service was very attentive, but Arthur Jackman was not pleasant to the shopping experience that should have been pleasant at normal times—not to mention the situation, the voice was not a pretty little girl, but a bad old man with a hoarse voice in the jigsaw.

Tear pull.

After the checkout, he sat down directly on the floor in front of the cash register, tore the bread and devoured it with pure water.

His appetite had never been better, and it was a simple bread, but it was extra sweet.

There may be a reason for excessive physical exertion, but more importantly, this bread is earned by his own hands, without guilt or inferiority complex, and there is only extra peace of mind and satisfaction.