All Worlds Madhouse

"Others. Yes, I. Of course I need others, I need them all."

Not sure whether it was because of hatred or because of the low voice in the bar that was almost whispering in his ears, Jill said in a trance, out of consciousness.

"ear"

She first threw out the chip in her hand.

"Oh~oh~not bad, your ears are right." The bartender's voice seemed to be very pleasant.

"No, no, God, wait a minute, can't you tell the truth! Doesn't it say in the rules that we won't be punished!"

"Hey, punishment? Haha - I'm very sorry, Mr. Cisse, this is not a punishment, but a part of the game. Otherwise, what do you think these chips are used for?"

The bartender said with a smile, at the same time.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh--"

Cisse suddenly let out a terrifying scream. And with this scream, his ears began to tear apart bit by bit from the root.

"Uhhh! Uhhhh!! Help! Damn stop it!"

He shouted crazily, but his body was fixed and he couldn't do anything at all. He could only press his ears with his hands, but it didn't help at all. The blood flowed from his fingers, which was shocking.

Moreover, others discovered that there seemed to be bursts of black smoke in the blood flowing out, as if fresh pieces of meat were placed on the charcoal fire and made a hissing sound.

A game, in an instant, turned into a horrific massacre scene.

However, that's not all. After Gill, who had been blinded by hatred, finished saying "ears", he was still throwing other chips out.

"Eye." She said with hatred.

"As you wish." The bartender seemed not to notice and didn't care at all about Cisse's roar: "A pair of eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cisse's eyes, which had been closed due to pain, suddenly opened. Without any external force, the huge eyeballs squeezed out of the eye sockets little by little, as if jelly was squeezed out of a narrow opening. The dark eyes His pupils were filled with fear that made him almost scream.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Cisse let out another inhuman scream. He seemed to subconsciously want to stuff his eyes back into his sockets, but as soon as he touched them, he was unable to do so because of the more severe pain.

At this time, the bartender still maintained his original smile: "Well, Mr. Cisse, since you don't seem to understand what I said, I feel it is necessary to reiterate to you that the chips can be exchanged for the corresponding organs. This Organs include other people’s, naturally, including your own.”

"Tongue." Jill was still throwing the chips out angrily: "Nose."

In the severe pain, Cisse finally seemed to react. He suddenly grabbed the chips on the table and threw them out: "I uh ah ah - don't continue, I will redeem my eyes!"

"I'm sorry, your chips are only [nose] and [mouth], no [eyes], and no [tongue]. So, your eyes still cannot be returned, and I will also take away your tongue, but fortunately, Your nose is protected"

As he said that, amidst the violent screams, Cisse's eyes burst out with a "pop" sound! At the same time, his ears on both sides were torn off.

"Uh ah ah ah -" Cisse's throat must have become hoarse from shouting. He covered his eyes in pain. In fact, it was no longer accurate to say that his eyes were empty. At this moment, there were only two eyes left. Big bloody hole.

"Then, the next thing is the tongue." The bartender said calmly.

At that time, Cisse's screams suddenly stopped and turned into a dry moan spurting from his throat.

Because his tongue had been clamped by a force and slowly pulled out of his mouth.

"Nose." Jill was still roaring, because she had a full 9 chips, so even if Cisse threw out all her chips, it would be impossible to compare with the opponent.

at this time

"That's enough." A voice suddenly sounded.

It's John...

And with this soft drink, Jill was pulled back from the anger of revenge.

She was startled suddenly, as if waking up from a nightmare, and then Gil saw Cisse in front of her.

"Oh my God, what have I done?" she cried, holding her head.

Although Xisai killed her child, it did not mean that she could watch the other person being torn apart in front of her.

This is not because of the Holy Mother's heart, it's just that the scene in front of them is beyond the psychological endurance, just like those surgeons who are used to seeing flesh and blood, and they still can't stop vomiting when they arrive at the scene of a fire or face the tragedy of a car accident. .

"Ms. Gill, you just... used chips to exchange Cisse's eyes, tongue, mouth, and nose..."

Jill's body trembled violently.

"No, I...I..." she said incoherently.

And just when Jill was still immersed in panic, hatred, fear, and the kindness in her heart, when she couldn't break free...

"Hmm..." Just a muffled groan was heard, and Cisse's tongue was pulled out by the roots. He fell on the table in pain, and his body began to spasm violently.

"Can the chips still be withdrawn?" It was John's voice again.

This sentence reminded Jill who was at a loss. .

"Ah, yes, yes!" Jill suddenly realized, "I...I think it's enough...I don't want any more."

The bartender was still smiling slightly, but he could clearly feel a cold breath coming out: "Sorry, you can't regret buying something."

"What?!" Jill shouted: "No, no, I don't want it anymore, please stop."

At this time, John's voice rang again: "I think Ms. Gill didn't mean to regret it. She just felt that she didn't want those disgusting organs, so you don't need to take away Cisse's nose. Of course, you don’t have to return Jill’s chips.”

The bartender was silent for a while: "So, Miss Gill, is that so? You are willing to pay the chips, but you don't want me to do anything to Mr. Cisse?"

Jill nodded quickly: "Yes. That's what I think!"

"Okay, as you wish."

The bartender said politely, and sure enough, he just took away the chips and really didn't do anything else to Cisse.

However, his eyes seemed to be looking at John beside him intentionally or unintentionally.

John must have felt the bartender's gaze. He raised his head slightly and looked directly at the bartender with the eyes unique to the twilight old man.

"I don't know what your intention is, but this game shouldn't end so soon." John said softly: "Then, can you give me another glass of milk before the next game starts?"