Online game version of American comics

Chapter 343
"one two three!……"

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

After the shocking moment just now, Arthur Jackman could only temporarily let go of his original bold idea, and honestly started doing push-ups.

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

The hunger and cold caused by the passage of time seemed to finally make him 'awake'. He stopped being lazy and squeezed his body hard. Run in place.

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

"Huh~huh~huh~but...is it alright?"

After more than ten minutes of extremely tormenting and long, the intense fatigue and limp body overcame his will again, he stopped panting, his legs trembling and came to the very center of the work area.

wow~
Arthur Jackman took off his wet prison uniform, grabbed both ends of the prison uniform with both hands and twisted it vigorously, a trickle gushed out from the center, but it only lasted for a moment and then turned into a "da da" 'The sporadic drops of water falling from this drop.

Arthur Jackman pursed his lips until he could no longer squeeze out any sweat, threw his clothes aside reluctantly, and focused his gaze 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 fear most is that even if there is no goal or the goal is out of reach, seeing the half-full metal cup, Arthur Jackman has a ray of hope in his eyes, and there seems to be a tinge of joy in his breath.

Success is within reach!
After resting for a few minutes, he climbed up again when the feeling of suffocation faded away. He saw that there was still a large piece of wet prison uniform next to his heels, and he didn't pick it up and put it on again. One pair of shorts remained.

There were still many water stains on the prison uniform, which proved that a lot of sweat was still absorbed by the fibers of the clothes. In this situation, even a drop of sweat wasted would make him feel sad.

"Is this why Mina has been saving so much..."

Arthur Jackman murmured insignificantly to himself.

He thought of the food thrown away by his furious self in the past few days, the regret and reluctance on Mina's face at that time, and the thought that it made him extremely impatient, and he had to keep nagging even if he used a little more toothpaste.

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

Da~da~da~
Drops of slightly turbid sweat flowed down from his body.

Many beads of sweat gradually gathered into a stream in the center along the obviously specially designed floor, and flowed into the small metal cup in the center.

Whoa!
Perhaps after a long time of a century, the sound of coins colliding brought Arthur Jackman's somewhat vague consciousness back.

It's very similar to the sound of a gambling game machine spitting out game coins, every impact is crisp and sweet.

"enough?"

Arthur Jackman didn't react for a while, he was taken aback for a moment before realizing 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 been retracted for a while, and now it is slowly returning to its original position.

Then I walked to the display stand on the left wall and took a look. There was already a small pile of coins engraved with skull patterns on the upper floor of the display stand, a total of ten coins, no more, no less.

"You really surprised me a bit. I thought you would have to starve for a few days before you would work hard..."

The jigsaw's voice suddenly sounded, still hoarse, but with a hint of approval: "In view of your excellent performance, I decided to give you a small reward."

"What reward? Tell me, and use any other tricks."

Arthur Jackman was panting violently, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart as he grabbed the skull coin, but he still didn't have a good look at Jigsaw, the culprit who kidnapped him.

As for the reward, he didn't report any hope. With the lessons learned from the previous two photos, this reward is obviously just another disgusting and coercive method.

"I will tell you the reward when you need it, now you should 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. Also, please don't forget to buy a set of warm clothes and leave two coins as 'rent'."

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

Maybe it's the submissive nature of his character, or it's the sense of accomplishment and the sense of redemption after extreme exhaustion... In fact, he himself doesn't know what kind of mentality he has now, so he subconsciously follows the jigsaw With words and actions, he walked into another branch of the corridor and came to a room like a miniature supermarket.

There are bread, snacks, purified water, and even packs of raw steaks, frying pans and seasonings placed in the corner. Scattered things are filled with two shelves, the side closest to the wall There was also a whole row of thick coats hanging.

[Bread*1: 1$]

[Purified water*1:1$]

[Steak*1: 5$]

【Cold coat: 5$】

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

Although this miniature supermarket does not have a cashier, it also has a cash register.

The cash register is leaning against the wall at the door. On the wall is an old-fashioned shotgun, and there is a sign posted: [As a citizen of Gotham, you should know what you will encounter if you rob a supermarket here]

This gun mechanism, which was controlled in some unknown way, completely dispelled his idea of ​​taking something and not paying him... No, it should be said that he didn't even have this idea.

He just did a simple addition and subtraction in his mind, then gave up on the steak, picked up a piece of bread that was comparable to the volume of two red bricks superimposed and a bottle of pure water, and went straight to the clothes hanger.

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

But it is worth mentioning that there is a finger-wide electronic display inlaid in the center of the chest of the clothes, with 48-hour timing numbers on it.

[Guarantee period of clothes: 48 hours, the countdown starts after wearing, and the clothes are automatically destroyed after the countdown ends. 】

"..."

Looking at the label on the clothes, if he was not too tired to talk, Arthur Jackman promised that he would spit out a big mouthful and beat up the manufacturer of the clothes by the way.

But if there is no if, he is now tired and thirsty and does not want to move at all, and his current situation is beyond his control. If he wants to survive, he must follow the rules of the jigsaw game.

He could only silently pick up a piece of clothing, and then settled the bill at the cash register together with bread and drinking water. The seven skeleton coins he earned with his blood and sweat were instantly swallowed by the coin slot.

"The checkout is completed, I wish you a happy life."

The service at the cashier counter is very attentive, but the shopping experience that should have been pleasant in normal times really did not make Arthur Jackman happy—not to mention the situation, this voice is not a pretty girl, but Jigsaw that hoarse-voiced old man.

tear.

After paying the bill, he sat down on the floor in front of the cash register, tore open the bread and gobbled it up with pure water.

His appetite has never been as good as it is now. It is obviously a simple bread, but it looks extraordinarily sweet.

Perhaps there is a reason for excessive physical exertion, but more importantly, he earned this bread with his own hands. There is no guilt or inferiority complex, but extra peace of mind and satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)