Workaholic

There was a burning sensation beside him, and the slight sound of breathing seemed to be very close to him, which made people feel very uneasy.

Almost reflexively, the black-haired youth opened his eyes, and a magnified white face appeared in front of him. He almost lost his voice and screamed like the system, but he held back.

The clown's bloodless face was facing him, almost nose to nose distance, which was different from the clown's exaggerated makeup. He could even ask about the strange smell like medicine on the clown's body.

The clown propped half of his body on him, and those dark green pupils seemed to be looking for something on him.

He closed his eyes, feeling the other party's breath leave him.

Not blocked by the clown's line of sight, he saw the whole room clearly, a pale color, white walls, white floor, he was lying on an operating table, the cold iron was not covered by it His skin looked a little cold.

This place is like a mental hospital, a display screen is particularly eye-catching in front of you.

The system did not raise an alarm, which means that at least there is no virus present here.

The clown sat in front, looking at the young man in front of him with interest.

He was waiting for the other person to speak first.

"Water," as soon as he uttered, Wang Wanghua was stunned by his hoarse and obscure voice, and then his throat hurt, and his mouth seemed to be split open: "Is there any water?"

The clown narrowed his eyes, and kindly poured a glass of wine for the poor black-haired young man in front of him. There was no water here, only a bottle of vodka.

The man handed the amber-colored liquid to the black-haired young man. The young man sat up stiffly, his expression turned pale for a while, and the muscle soreness felt all over his body, and he almost fell down without reflex.

His hands were sore and limp, but he still took the wine handed over by the clown, feeling his hands trembling, he gritted his teeth, and drank it down, the alcohol slid down his throat, a spicy tingle came up immediately, he almost burst into tears Biao came out.

The black-haired young man licked his dry lips. Although he felt his throat was hot now, it seemed that there was a membrane covering it, which made people want to cough.

The clown seemed quite amused looking at the pitiful appearance of the young man in front of him.

a new toy.

"You are very good." The clown stared at him with a happy smile, as if seeing something interesting: "You are the first one among the 64 players to escape to my toy room."

"verynice."

"I left them a lifeline, but," the clown said with a very frustrated expression, "it's a pity they didn't find out, it's so obvious."

The black-haired young man raised his head and saw some people slashing and killing outside. From the original two figures, only the last three people could be seen fighting, with blood all over their bodies.

On the screen, a strong man slammed his fist fiercely, directly smashing the opponent's face. During the three melees, there were some other corpses beside him, in a mess, and the wine bottles were broken all over the floor.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of collisions could be heard.

After the last man finally defeated his enemy, he twitched and fell to the ground dead, his red eyes still facing the camera.

Do not look down.

"The performance is over." The clown clapped his palms regretfully, and then looked at the young man. The clown caught the black-haired young man in front of him on the cold iron platform in a posture that was caught off guard. The clown looked very thin, like a patient. But very powerful.

A pair of hands clasped the young man's neck fiercely like eagle claws, and pressed him down on the table, hitting his head on it with a "bang-dang" sound.

In terms of time, Wang Chaohua was in a coma for no more than half an hour, and now he has no strength in his whole body, so it's easy for the clown to kill him.

The back and head pulled all the muscles in his body, he felt a hazy mist in front of his eyes, and the normal saline flooded into the corners of his eyes almost uncontrollably.

"You look such a poor little thing." The clown looked at his toy almost lovingly. In the face of death, he looked so fragile. Compared with his actual age, Wang Chaohua looked more like a teenager.

A teenager, the clown thought, grabbing his throat.

The young Asian man wants to open his fingers. The slender white fingers look like the hands of an artist, but with a thick layer of calluses, and the crossed white scars are almost invisible. He has done physical work, but still Can only be powerless like a kitten.

Teenagers are more shaping than adults. Of course, destroying an adult may be an interesting plot.

While escaping, the undisguised black-haired young man in the camera, full of youthful taste and the anger in his foggy eyes suddenly gave the clown inspiration.

He moved his hand away, and the dark green was already looking at the young man who kept coughing.

"The worst day of my life." The clown thought of something, and he showed a cheerful smile. Those green eyes, which can be said to be beautiful, were full of cold and sinister colors.

After he gave 2 minutes of breathing time, a black pistol/gun appeared, and then casually aimed at the young man: "come, dear," the clown led the young man forward.

There is a narrow passage here, which is also white, and it divides into a crossroad. Wang Chaohua found a door at the end on the left. A gas mask was thrown there. It was the door he came in. The clown pressed him and walked forward. .

Wang Wanghua was pushed in without mercy. There was a chair inside, and there were many cable-like things beside it.

electric chair.

The black-haired youth's face instantly changed color.

He wanted to slap the lunatic behind him with two big ears.

You are fucking insane!

Today may be the day when Wang Chaohua uttered the most foul words in his life.He doubted that today would be his end.

[System...] Wang Chaohua stared at the chair, almost desperate [Can you charge it? 】

The system is also confused, how can it have the function of charging, it is a life machine and does not need to be charged.

【Let me think about it, let me think about it, connect the main system, I'll find something like an electrical insulator, host, hold on, hold on!!!】

Heh, if he sits down, can he still live?

"Great," the clown seemed to be very happy. He waved the gun and let the young man in front of him sit on the chair. All of a sudden, a few leather straps stretched the young man from the chair, locking him firmly inside.

"The more you move, the tighter it will be locked." The man kindly reminded.

The youth fell silent.

"Okay, a new game has begun!" The clown opened his mouth: "In the first round, I will ask you to answer, and those who do not tell the truth will be punished!"

"How old are you?" asked the Joker.

"25."

The clown narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I can't tell."

"Who is your favorite?"

"..." The young man suddenly didn't answer, he seemed to be thinking, but the clown didn't like wasting time: "You have to answer within 30 seconds, if you don't answer, you are also a bad boy, and you will be punished."

"Noone" the dark-haired youth stared at the ground, he didn't seem to want to look at the clown.

The clown looked at him with pity, and said in a benevolent tone: "You are such a poor boy, well, do you have anything you like?"

"I love most things."

……

The clown was very novel at first, but he was not satisfied with the answer. After asking several questions in succession, they were all general concepts. The clown was a little dissatisfied. Is he answering seriously?Yes, but very boring answers.

The clown looked at the young man carefully, and found that he was a chaotic person. In this world, he had no connection, a human being without connection, and a person's life is always related to various things, lovers, relatives, friends...a person with the world. A guy with little contact cannot be called a qualified human being, and will have flaws that cannot be ignored by the owner, but the black-haired youth obviously does not.

He has the connection, but the Joker can't find it.

worst day ever.

The Joker is a firm believer that the worst day can completely change a person's life, just like...himself.

The electric current was turned on in an instant, Wang Chaohua's pupils shrank instantly, and the pain penetrated from the toes to the brain. The tingling and painful feeling made people almost go crazy, and the stomach was boiling.

The world is blank, only the pain in the world is so real.

It's not a superman, how could he have such an awesome physique, the young man burst into tears.

"□□Fucking clown, you're a fucking psychopath, you're going to die like hell"

"You fucking gay, white-faced and *singing *soo*, I'll fuck you*..."

Almost all the swearing in the countryside was used by him. If he wanted to yell, he was unwilling to die on such a psychopath, so he had to yell to death.

The young man was crying and cursing, the pain was so painful that his voice was so bad that he could hardly make a sound from behind.

It's over, I have to explain here.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of broken wine and poisonous jade;

Hold you in circles, I'm going to school, remember to bring me some incense.

see you next year