Online game version of American comics

Chapter 363

The facial features of Caucasians are often very deep, and you can often see a lot of handsome men and beautiful women in your youth, but they also age faster, especially for women, they will look very ugly after reaching middle age. Old, and easy to gain weight like black people.

Beryl McGee is such a fat middle-aged Caucasian woman. In her youth, her golden curly hair also captured countless handsome men. However, she is now an obese city woman, and expensive cosmetics can't cover up her growing body. The rougher the skin.

His husband, Charles Fox, was not much better. He once stood out among her many suitors, but now he was left with fat and baldness that could not be concealed by an expensive suit. The body can only reveal the temperament of a bumpkin.

Fortunately, he still has money, which can support them to live a reasonably affluent life.

Anyway, half of my life has passed, and anyway, both of them are like this, so don't dislike each other... Countless times, they have said so.

"Shit, Charles, didn't I tell you to wear some perfume before going to bed, your body odor is really choking."

The familiar smell woke Beryl up, and she, who had perfectly adapted to her menopausal temper, cursed violently.

"You still have the face to say that your broken high-end perfume is killing people."

The same irritable Charles also sprayed the saliva on Beryl's face.

The two who woke up at the same time were about to have a further dispute, but when they moved, they found that they were both trapped on a metal chair. They bound their limbs in place and couldn't move.

"Kidnapping?"

"No, bastard, let me go quickly. Lucius Fox, the president of the Wayne Group, is my cousin. If you dare to touch me, the Wayne family will not let you go!"

"How much do you want? Can I give it?"

Hesitation, screaming, cursing, threatening... After everything, there was no reaction.

It wasn't until they calmed down that a hoarse voice sounded in their ears: "Welcome to the Jigsaw Theater. Next, I will play a game with you. The name of this game is "American Parents."

"Vertical... vertical... saw!"

Hearing this voice, the two people who had calmed down a little, their eyes widened again in horror, and even their teeth chattered a little.

They are Gotham people.

Voluntary or not, this new devil who appeared recently was used by them to frighten children, comparable to those "goblin" existences in fairy tales, and it is naturally impossible for them not to have heard of it.

"It's over, it's over, it's all your fault, I told you to stop doing those unclean things, you just want to do it, are you okay now? Are you satisfied?"

Having seen the bloody and terrifying methods of Jigsaw, Beryl's spirit has already broken down a bit, and just using a single name made her hysterically blame and curse at her husband.

Unexpectedly, Charles became even more angry. He struggled aggressively and roared: "Fake, Bitch, I didn't do anything bad. I'm in the company every day. It must be you, Bitch, doing something outside! It must be you!"

The two fell into endless quarrels again.

Until Jigsaw's eerie hoarse voice came again: "Quiet, ladies and gentlemen, you need to focus when playing games."

Like a duck being choked, the quarrel between the two came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, a translucent phantom screen appeared in front of the two of them.

[Welcome to experience the American-style parent game, pass the level, or die, your ending is in your own hands. 】

【The second anniversary of your wedding, you gave birth to a pair of twins...】

[After you quarreled, you gave them each a name: Bill Fox, Khaki Fox. 】

A few lines of text appeared on the translucent screen, and then the screen went dark, and then turned into a lawn scene in the front yard of a house after it was lit again.

On the lawn, two young children squatted facing each other, head to head, staring intently at the grass below them, as if there was something very interesting there.

Time froze for a moment again, but soon, the camera turned to behind the door of the house, where a fat white man was hurrying over with a briefcase in his hands.

"Dad, Dad, look, we burned a lot of ants with a magnifying glass."

Bill and Khaki looked up at the chubby white man, then their eyes lit up, they dropped the magnifying glass in their hands, and ran over cheeringly, hugging the chubby white man's thighs from left to right, with their heads tilted slightly, as if expecting their father Play with yourself.

The screen was completely frozen, and a selection window popped up.

[Bill and Khaki burned a nest of ants, and stopped you who was rushing to the company, please make a choice:]

[A: Be good, Dad has something to go out, so go and play with Mom first, and Dad will take you to the amusement park after the weekend. 】

[B: Well done, you are really smart kids, you will definitely become an outstanding scientist in the future (touch your head, leave in a hurry)]

[C: Berate them loudly, teach that all things are equal, and protect animals. 】

[D: Praise them and give them a pocket money. 】

[E: ...]

……

[Please use the mind touch option to select. (9S)]

"this is me?"

Charles looked at the densely packed options on the screen in astonishment. Of course, what surprised him even more was the man and two children on the screen.

That was himself a few years ago, and his two sons.

Have you ever experienced this scene yourself?

Can't remember, maybe there is, after all, this is a very common situation.

The final countdown of the option awakened Charles's reason. Even though he didn't know what mind touch was, he still tried to imagine that he was going to reach out and click on that option.

It's a jigsaw game!
With this in mind, he decisively chose option C.

However... There was no response. I tried them one by one, but none of the options responded.

When the countdown ended, Option D collapsed automatically, and then the scene on the screen began to run again. The "self" on the screen praised Bill and Khaki in a hurry, then gave them a sum of pocket money, and walked out of the courtyard gate quickly.

"Damn, I chose C, I chose C!"

Charles is in a hurry.

It's a pity that the picture doesn't stop because of his words.

"Oh, the scorched ant father will praise and give pocket money."

The voices of Bill and Khaki were narrated by the narration, and the picture dimmed, and after a turn, it became another scene.

The two children were playing alone in the courtyard, glancing at the window of the house or the courtyard door from time to time, wondering if they were looking for the figures of their mother and father.

Neither father nor mother came to play with them, so they could only find their own way of entertainment, abandoning the ant nest they were tired of playing with, and started playing and chasing each other.

After chasing and chasing, the two ran out of the courtyard gate, as if they had opened up a new world.

Wow, there is a mirror-like silver thing over there, it must be good for painting, Mom and Dad like our paintings the most.

The two were attracted by a silver car, giggled innocently, and painted on the car with stones.

The owner of the car ran over angrily and cursed at the two children. Although he didn't do anything, he looked at his car with a heartache and annoyance.

This time it was 'Mom''s turn to make a choice.

In the courtyard, the young version of Beryl ran out anxiously, and the options popped up again, but unfortunately, she was still unable to choose, and Beryl could only watch her actions.

'I' was even angrier and more annoyed than the owner of the car, pulled the two children behind me, shouted loudly at the very young car owner, and after successfully scolding the owner away, I was like a victorious rooster Angrily, he dragged the child back to the yard.

Oh, it turns out that as long as my mother is there, it doesn't matter to other people no matter what.

Oh, it turns out that as long as we scold us fiercely, others will not dare to beat us.

Two narrations with childish voices perfectly summed up the outcome of this scene.

Scene after scene, option after option, both Charles and Beryl could only watch helplessly, watching what their former selves did.

The time in the picture is constantly advancing, Bill and Khaki are getting bigger and bigger, and the 'self' is getting closer and closer to the current self.

Finally... Grandma Jenny next door didn't know anything. She frowned and wondered why today's steak was a little sour, and ate her beloved cat in mouthfuls.

Finally... Someone took the two of them to play a new prank game, and the toy gun shot out dazzling fire.

"Wow!"

The two couldn't help but vomited. After vomiting, their faces were still pale, and their pale faces were filled with astonishment and disbelief—is this too exaggerated, such a trivial thing?And how could Bill and Khaki do such a thing.

The lunatic jigsaw must be deliberately exaggerating their crimes, disgusting guy.

The game was completely over, and the two waited for the 'punishment' of the jigsaw in anger and fear.

And yet... nothing happened.

This is just a normal and crude game.

"Heh, what a jigsaw, at this level, I wouldn't even accept it if I went to work in my game company."

After waiting for a long time, the two were completely relieved.

(End of this chapter)