All Worlds Madhouse

On the other side of the door, there is a room that is not too big. The structure is similar to the other rooms along the way. However, in the center of the room, there are two pillars that go directly to the ceiling, and the bottoms also penetrate into the floor. under.

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

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

"Shashasha——" After a series of busy tones, the voice processed by the voice changer rang out, 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 very well. You are the owner of a farm. In your life, you only eat, sleep, and feed pigs. You almost never leave your farm. , and had little contact with the outside world, living a boring life in a muddle-headed manner. You used inferior feed to feed livestock, and then sold them to unscrupulous merchants to make ill-gotten gains.

You are guilty.

Now, in front of you are two steel bars with bearings. If you look carefully at them, you can find a handle with a chain attached to each steel bar. You have to hold them both at the same time 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 rotate, the chain will get shorter and shorter, and your arm will be shredded like the pork you chopped into pieces.

So, now you have to choose whether to abandon your limbs and live, or to wait for death here out of boredom as usual. "

The recording ends here.

Old Joey met the eyes of the others without saying a word. He was a little confused.

Because this recording says that he feeds pigs with low-quality feed? Isn't this a joke? If Old Joey's feed is of poor quality, then the other pigs will be eating shit every day! And the recording even said that Old Joey chopped pork and sold it to unscrupulous merchants? Stop making trouble, if any brave butcher dares to go to old Joey's pig farm to discuss business, he will definitely become a ball of Pego's dung eggs the next day.

In short, at first glance, these words were made by "Jigsaw" after collecting information about Old Joey in a short period of time. Because he couldn't find the source of the feed, he thought that Old Joey purchased low-quality feed from unscrupulous traders on his mobile phone. He couldn't find the export record of the pork, so he took it for granted that Old Joey had sold the meat to a shady butcher.

Hmm. This routine doesn't sound wrong. If this was an ordinary pig farm, Jigsaw would have guessed it right nine times out of ten, but if these things were put on Old Joey's head, damn it, that would be awesome. It’s snow, hail and frost in June. It’s such a huge injustice.

So, old Joey was a little unhappy. 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 previous room. Old Joey just named him very thoughtfully. This poor little dog had almost been killed by Old Joey just now. Now it was foaming at the mouth and confused, so it fell and slapped to the ground.

But after all, it is also a Neapolitan, one of the most ferocious dog breeds in the world. It can weigh over 150 pounds. It is as strong as an ox and has a loud voice. It has a powerful figure and is a benchmark of ferocity. It is known as the leader among wild dogs. Bulldozer. Therefore, such a fall knocked out the last bit of its sanity.

Therefore, with the power of returning light, this ferocious dog flashed its fangs, slithered in and out, stuck out its butt, and shrank into a small corner of the room, not daring to make a sound.

At this time, no one was going to pity the little dog. Albert nodded towards Old Joey: "We understand you very well and will do our best to help you, but as we agreed in advance, Now that Jigsaw has chosen you, you have to take on this responsibility, and only then can we have a chance to survive unless you can pull something else out of that pocket."

Everyone nodded vigorously and looked at Old Joey with hope. Now, in their eyes, Old Joey was the hope of victory. But to be honest, a mechanism designed like this is difficult to crack 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 carried firearms such as guns, let alone bombs, so he couldn't take out anything suitable at the moment.

In fact, he didn't want to pay.

"No need to help me, I play this game by myself!"

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

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

Old Joey was angry because he felt he had been insulted.

You can say he is stupid, you can say he is lazy, you can say he doesn't like bathing, and you can say he snores loudly, but you can't say that Old Joey is not good at raising pigs. This is an insult! It's slander! It's blasphemy!

So Old Joey felt that this "saw blade" was very unpleasant.

"Hmph, you actually said that about me, so I have to tell you that you are terrible at playing these games!"

He muttered angrily.

At this time, the bearings on both sides were already equipped with iron chains, pulling Old Joey's arms straight. If he continued to turn like this, his joints would be broken until he was removed alive.

The other three people looked at him with worried faces, but they couldn't do anything to help him.

At this moment, the rotating bearing suddenly stopped.

This is of course not that the mechanism has stopped, but that it cannot be pulled anymore.

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

The other three people were once again dumbfounded. This man named Old Joey was actually competing with the mechanism made by Jigsaw. Those fat-looking shoulders actually seemed to have some faint traces of muscles due to their tightness.

Because the bearing could not rotate, it began to make a harsh friction sound, and wisps of white smoke began to emerge from the gaps in the bottom plate.

There was just a "bang" sound, and I didn't know what part was broken. Old Joey's arms closed violently, and the bearings on both sides were instantly pulled in the opposite direction, and because the force was too great, the pull The rotation speed is too fast.

There were two loud noises of "ka-ka", the two iron chains broke, and the bearings spun in place like two tops.

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