All Worlds Madhouse

John's hands froze in mid-air.

"She said she wanted to break away, so you really helped her break away from this game. Hehe, you are so kind. But, do you know what she recalled in the end? Hahaha - she committed suicide because she lost everything , I no longer had any nostalgia for life, so I jumped down from the building. Tsk, tut, it’s really pitiful. What’s the difference between her and those ‘people who don’t value life’ that you have always hated? If it were you, wouldn’t you? Will you bring her into your trial? Hahaha, that’s ridiculous. Oh, by the way, in fact, if Jill continues to stay here, she might still be able to compete for the chance of resurrection, but you cut her off The road to resurrection, if you look at it this way, what’s the difference between you and those people you hate who despise life?”

The bartender said with a smile. His voice was no longer gentle, but gradually became rough, like the friction of sand and stone. It was a whisper that only demons could possess in legend.

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm so sorry, but you are so funny. I haven't had so much fun in a long time, hahahaha——"

"Are you testing human nature?" John looked at the empty front, and finally lowered his hanging hand.

"No, no, no, I don't want to test that, I just think..."

"Interesting?" John interrupted the bartender calmly.

"Yes, interesting."

"So, you can never really understand us," John said lightly, and picked up a chip on the table: "You are giving us directions, instead of letting us make our own choices."

"Haha - yes, it is so interesting to watch a person go from joy, to struggle, and finally to despair. Huh? What do you mean by picking up that chip? Hehe, you don't want to play anymore, So are you ready to break them and give up? The chips cannot be damaged. You can only be freed by exporting them all."

"No, I changed my mind." John responded: "I want to win."

"Oh? You want to win? Haha, I smell it, it's the smell of hatred, so do you want revenge?" the bartender asked with a smile, but he just finished speaking.

"No!"

An angry voice with a hint of morbid joy suddenly sounded.

"You! You can't win!"

John frowned, and turned to look at William aside. This sentence was exactly what William shouted. At this moment, he had recalled everything, so he was staring at John ferociously.

"Yes, I remembered everything. It turns out that I am dead, and you were the one who killed me!" He roared: "You bastard! You are finished, I am the winner of this game, I You will succeed in getting your wish, I will be resurrected, and you will go to hell!"

Knowing that he was dead caused a great change in William's state of mind. This desire for life seemed to be the spirit conveyed by John in his trial game. However, this spirit gave him His hardest blow.

"Jill just exchanged my eyes for me, right, hahaha - then, I'll hand over my eyes!"

"Hahaha, great. It seems that you finally figured it out." The bartender smiled: "Then, as you wish."

With these words, William's eyes began to bulge outward suddenly, the eyelids were opened, and the scarlet bloodshot eyes were spreading crazily.

No one could imagine what kind of pain this was, but William seemed to be neurotic, howling in pain and laughing at the same time.

"John, you! Lost!"

There was a "pop", a strange sound, and William's eyes burst out of their sockets, dripping with blood. At the same time, a stream of hot smoke burned his eye holes into dark scars.

And as John offered his eyes, the number of chips on the field finally broke the balance.

William's chips: 3. They are [nose] [mouth] [eyes]

John's chips: 2. They are [nose] [mouth]

"Hey hey hey, how about it, are you a little panicked?" William's eyes were dark, but he was still smiling and said: "Okay, you may be panicked, after all, I already have more chips than you, but you Or maybe you don’t care at all, because you still have two chips, so as long as you beat me in the next guessing game, it’ll be fine.”

"Hahaha - you must be thinking that with your ability to observe people, if I play rock-paper-scissors with you, you will definitely be defeated, right?"

"So. I won't be stupid enough to play guessing games with you. I will kill you directly!"

William said.

"I want...your nose!"

With these words, William was already groping and throwing out the leftmost chip in front of him. While throwing it away, he inserted his other hand into his eye socket, desperately holding on to the burned and sealed bloody hole.

"Haha, it's exactly what I thought. The rules of this game have a lot of meaning."

The bartender smiled: "Oh? I didn't expect that you were the first one to discover it."

"Hahaha - of course, I am an insurance worker, so I will carefully select every word in the contract, because sometimes, a simple word can be hundreds of thousands of compensation." William said: "So, when you started talking about the rules, I thought there was a very strange description of the rule. [When there is only one person left who can still play, then this person is the winner]. The key point of this rule is It seems to be telling us the final victory conditions, but in fact, it is emphasizing the "last person who can play the card"!

Yes, you don’t have to win, but you just need to make it impossible for your opponent to play cards. For example, although he has a hundred chips and you only have one, but he can no longer play cards, then you also Be regarded as the final winner.

Of course, the organs on these chips are also very strange. Are the eyes, nose, mouth, tongue, and ears simply assigned according to the five senses? Or is it that they want us to deprive each other of each other's perceptions, such as vision, hearing, and smell? However, if this is the case, then why is there the [mouth] option? If we don’t want us to speak, wouldn’t it be enough to just pull out the [tongue]?

And I didn’t understand the answer to this question until Cisse’s eyes, tongue and other organs were pulled out, because I noticed that there was a flame that scorched all his wounds, although it looked like It was to help him stop bleeding and prevent him from dying like this.

But, it's not just that.

Because just now I pressed hard on those burnt scars. I found that it couldn't be pressed at all.

Those scars are as solid as stones. "