The next afternoon.

This is the fifth day that Arthur Jackman has been kidnapped here.

"Whew! Whew! Whew! ”

In the jigsaw room, Arthur Jackman collapsed on the ground, panting violently like a cow, and his ** body, which was only wearing a pair of shorts, was red, like a cooked prawn, especially his eyes, which were extremely red and bloodshot.

Sometimes the will and the body are really two different things.

It may be possible to break through the limits of the human body and squeeze out more potential under strong will and emotion, but this is not the norm after all.

The life-and-death crisis brought him a huge sense of urgency and motivation, but his physical situation was no longer bearable.

Yesterday afternoon, he earned another ten coins with full energy, but it also brought even more difficult physical fatigue to relieve, even after a full night's sleep.

Under the accumulation of these fatigues, it became difficult and painful for him to complete a round of 'work' in the morning, and by the afternoon, his body was on the verge of collapse from extreme fatigue, which could not be supported by willpower.

Every push-up was a painful torture, and even now he was thinking all the time, maybe it would be easier to be killed by a bomb.

"No, I can't die yet...... Mina is still waiting for me. ”

Arthur Jackman, whose consciousness was already hazy, struggled to his feet, wiped the beads of sweat from his eyelids, and continued to take a push-up position.

It's a pity that just barely supported his body, his arms were sore, and before he could last a second, his hand joints were weak and he fell directly to the floor.

As a last resort, Arthur Jackman could only grit his teeth, got up and walked to the display table in the work area, and looked at the two gadgets left by the 'devil' inside.

First the dagger.

He stared at the dagger twice, then gave it up.

Although he has been writing books for a few years, he has also been exposed to a lot of messy knowledge, and with his current body after strenuous exercise, I am afraid that the blood will directly and uncontrollably rush out if he goes down.

Moreover, his current body is still in a state of extreme weakness and overdraft, and if he loses blood, he will not faint directly and die suddenly.

"The devil of shit."

With a weak scolding, Arthur Jackman gritted his teeth, and with a trembling right hand, he picked up the two 'nude photos' that had not been touched since he put them back.

At a glance, it is still the double sensory torture of Ju Tight vomiting, like a memetic weapon with mental pollution.

"Shet! Shit! ”

Unable to bear to look at it directly, Arthur Jackman angrily threw the two photos on the ground again, stepped on them, and then raised his head and shouted at the surveillance camera that he didn't know where: "Protest, I want to protest!" Jigsaw, you come out for me! ”

“……”

Silent.

Two seconds later, the sound of the jigsaw finally sounded: "Oh? You even want to protest? Protest against what? ”

"I'm going to protest against your discrimination against intellectual workers! There is a bug in this secret room of yours, it can symbolize manual laborers, even sex workers, why is there no intellectual labor? ”

Arthur Jackman still looked annoyed and irritable.

But he was actually gambling, betting that Jigsaw was a person who was 'reasonable' enough and pursued perfection, otherwise he wouldn't be able to last a few days whether it was sweat or blood or X fluid.

"Intellectual labor?"

Li Si, who was monitoring this place from afar, had a turn of thought, and immediately understood what Arthur Jackman meant, and immediately said happily: "What kind of intellectual labor can you perform?" Keep writing something you've never finished? ”

"Why not? Whether you can write or not is my business, but you must at least guarantee to have it, isn't your secret room just trying to reconstruct the existential dilemma in the form of symbolism? ”

Hearing the sound of jigsaws, Arthur Jackman breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, suppressed his somewhat secretly happy mood and fought with reason.

"Well, your reasons are good enough."

Jigsaw was silent for a moment, as if in deep thought, before he said, "But you need to understand that your laziness and decadence will not be tolerated here, and if your work is not satisfactory enough, you will still die." ”

"Of course, I already have a great idea, and I have enough creative passion and motivation."

Arthur Jackman's joy in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he secretly made a cheering gesture to himself in his heart.

Creation has always been his dream, and although it has since been twisted into a sudden rich, the dream has never faded, and it is not only the ability to choose the 'job' he loves, but also his first victory in the battle with the jigsaw.

In the following time, the two had a 'friendly' negotiation on the issue of work and treatment, uh...... Well, it's a one-sided friendly negotiation.

Jigsaw gave him a mandatory daily number of words to create, and he needed to be satisfied with the jigsaw's review in order to get twenty Skull Coins.

At the same time, the things he creates will also be published and promoted on the Internet by jigsaws, and if they get enough positive comments from the audience, there will be certain incentives, not only skull coins, but even the profits of books on the Internet will be remitted to Mina's account in a certain percentage.

"Now you can start creating, open the bottom panel on the second floor of the display table, and inside the mezzanine there is a tablet for you to edit and publish your books."

After the negotiation, the jigsaw said.

Hearing this, Arthur Jackman, who had a smile on his face, was stunned, turned his head to look at the display stand, and the smile was frozen on his face.

"So he had expected it a long time ago? Is the lack of symbolism of intellectual labor a bug? ”

……

"Locking the author in a small dark room to code words, can I count this as fulfilling the wishes of countless readers in my previous life?"

Li Si also had a strange smile on his face at this time.

Since ancient times, readers have had two major wishes, one is to send blades to the author, and the other is to lock the author in a small dark room to force the code.

He didn't prepare for the former, but the latter one was still in his plan.

Arthur Jackman's original source of paranoia was writing, and when he broke free from the delusion of getting rich, it was hard to guarantee that he would not pick up this seemingly beautiful hard work again, so he had already left a tablet in it for backup, anyway, there was Skynet monitoring data exchange, and he didn't need to worry about Arthur Jackman finding the tablet to alarm.

The reason why it was not taken out at the beginning was to make Arthur Jackman realize the true meaning of 'practical work', after all, chasing dreams also needs to face life and reality first, and getting rid of this point directly makes Arthur Jackman write a book is nothing more than embarking on the old road of eating soft rice before, so this tablet only exists as a backup plan.

I didn't expect it to be used now.

Successful achievement...... Will the author close the small black house code word!

It's a pity that the game system is really a bit weak, and such a great initiative doesn't give an achievement title and achievement points.

I know that because of the slow update, there must be a large group of people who want to send me blades to close the small black house~ In this way, you will replace us with Arthur Jackman, do you have a feeling of raising your eyebrows and being hearty? / Manual funny.

Don't send me a blade after you're out of gas, I'm afraid~ There is a knife for Arthur, if you can't help it, you can use a ticket instead of a knife, and use a recommended ticket and a monthly ticket to smash me~ Well, it's decided on the sauce purple. 2k reading web