In the lounge, Rijkaard touched his neck and looked at the two black men next to him.
"What are you looking at? I'm going to stuff your head into your pants! "The black man named Tom was extremely irritable.
However, Tom didn't look fierce at all.
He had turned into a cartoon hunk, and his hairstyle was frozen … His nose was blurred, and his mouth was pink. Even his teeth couldn't be seen.
Only when he gritted his teeth and cursed could a row of white teeth be seen.
Naturally, he was furious when he saw Rijkaard. Not to mention the fact that Rijkaard was at the top of the list again and again.
He was Tom alone, and this fellow was the one who wrote it.
Rijkaard chuckled awkwardly and didn't say anything.
Tom, it was only because he had heard that this guy was a gang member and had once beaten someone to a pulp that he had put him on the list.
Of course, Rijkaard wasn't courting death, because he was sure that Tom wouldn't be able to find him. Tom wasn't a particularly powerful person, just a hooligan.
On the other hand, when Tom learned the rules and was in the middle of the game with a bad temper and a gun, he might kill the next person whose name was written.
In this way, he would also benefit from it and survive this round.
In each round, as long as someone died first, it wouldn't be random and would end directly.
But unexpectedly, things took a huge turn for the better.
Franklin, who Tom had written, was caught by a mysterious organization, who learned the rules of the game through various methods and tried to save them in an extremely magical way.
Rijkaard touched his neck again. His head couldn't be removed anymore. The parts that had been bizarrely separated were perfectly fused together.
This wasn't the most bizarre thing. The most bizarre thing was that Tom, the cartoon hunk in front of him, had completely changed.
It was simply not something that could be explained by technology or even magic. Cartoon hunk? What the hell was this?
"Stop arguing. I'm not blaming you … How can you not drag others down with you? Now that we're all saved, why are you still arguing about this? "Franklin said on the side.
Rijkaard hurriedly said, "That's right. If I didn't do that, I would've died."
He was the first to die every time. If he didn't write anyone else, his death rate would be 100%.
Although they were all vague because of the rules, they could all understand each other.
Tom snorted with a tsundere look on his face.
He was just venting out the anger in his heart. If he blamed Rijkaard, Franklin could blame him too.
Everyone was like that, so no one could blame anyone.
D- 92933 was the only one who didn't take the initiative to write about others.
Thinking of this, everyone looked at the D-grade personnel sitting in the corner eating and drinking without any desire to chat with them.
They already knew that this person was on death row and should have been executed long ago, but because there was such a thing as a death list in the world, he was used as a test subject.
"Hey! How can you still eat? Don't they feed you? "Tom yelled at the D-class personnel.
The D-class personnel raised his head and grinned. "Because of the special spices added to this delicacy, you won't get tired of it. Usually, I can only eat one person's portion in the cafeteria. This time, thanks to you guys, if you don't eat the other three portions, it'll be a waste if I don't eat them."
Rijkaard looked at the steak on the table and didn't feel anything special.
He asked, "You look very relaxed. Aren't you afraid of death?"
The D-class personnel wiped his mouth and said, "Who isn't afraid of death? It's precisely because we're afraid of death that we should cherish every second of life. "
As he spoke, he took a teacup to a machine nearby and filled a cup of black tea.
"Who are they exactly? Do they often experiment on you? Tell us about it. "Franklin had seen this guy's awareness before, so he asked.
They were full of curiosity about the Blue White Society.
While they were waiting for the death list, they couldn't talk much about the rules of the game, so they could only turn the topic to the Blue White Society.
The only person present who was more familiar with the Blue White Society was this D-class personnel.
The D-class personnel smiled and said, "I can't say who they are, but in short, they are indeed saving you. You don't have to think too much."
Speaking of this, he said with a slightly bitter expression, "I have experienced similar things many times. Your situation is not considered very dangerous."
Tom said angrily, "This isn't dangerous? It's just the four of us! "
He couldn't say much, but his meaning was clear. There were only four people in this round, and the probability of death was one in four!
Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel sighed. "To be honest, because of your matter, I was transferred from another nearby experiment. This saved my life."
"In Nevada, there's an uncanny valley. So far, no one who entered has come out. And until now, I don't know how those people lost contact, or how they died."
"In comparison, I clearly know the rules of this experiment, and it's not like I'll die immediately …"
"I was originally going to be sent to that uncanny valley. Fortunately, your matter appeared, and I was able to live for a few more days …"
Everyone looked at each other in horror. It turned out that this person was going to a place where he would definitely die. Because the death list was discovered, he was transferred from there and was saved.
And this was only to live for a few more days. In the face of such a life, how could he not be optimistic?
Just as he said, he could only cherish every second of life.
"A person must be strong. Try it. The food of the Blue and White Society's chef is very delicious." The D-class personnel smiled and pointed at the steak that he had deliberately saved.
They leaned forward to taste it, and it was indeed very delicious. A spicy taste that they had never tasted before filled their taste buds.
"You don't look like a death row prisoner …" Tom said. He had actually killed people before. Other than a few friends who had also killed people, no one else knew.
The few powerful people he knew were not barbaric and cruel. They dared to kill people when they became popular. Looking at the D-class personnel in front of him, he didn't look like someone who had done great things.
The D-class personnel smiled. "What mental explosion, what hysteria? It's all just speeding up one's death. Those who can't face reality, who can't face it with strength, are all dead."
Tom smiled disdainfully. "I mean, you don't look like a ruthless person. Have you really killed people before? People who do great things have to be ruthless. Not like you, who is so lethargic and only thinks about getting by all day. "
The D-class personnel was stunned. He laughed and said, "I know what you mean. I've seen a lot of death row prisoners in your eyes. There are D-class personnel like that too. But no matter how ruthless a person is, he has to be honest in the Blue and White Society.
"Surviving here doesn't depend on cruelty and violence, but on the will to live.
"The truly ruthless people I've seen are not ruthless to others, but to themselves.
"People who can't be ruthless to themselves won't live for long."
Tom was stunned. Then, he rushed up and punched the D-class personnel to the ground.
"What bullsh * t will to live. I'm stepping on you now. What can you do?" Tom said disdainfully.
"Doctor! Doctor! I'm going to be killed by him! "The D-class personnel shouted as he crouched down.
Everyone was stunned. Then, they heard the loudspeaker in the room say, "Tom Irwin, stop immediately. Otherwise, I'll force you to stay calm."
"F * ck! Isn't he a death row prisoner? Just let him die, and the three of us will be saved! "Tom roared.
"We have to confirm if death can be resisted. He can't die yet!" the loudspeaker said.
"Then …"
"Go back to your seat, Tom Irwin!" the doctor said coldly.
Tom clicked his tongue and kicked the D-class personnel away. He sat on the sofa and scolded, "So you're just a coward. I thought you were a character! Go hide under your doctor's ass and cry! F * ck! "
The D-class personnel didn't say a word. He wiped the blood from his nose and squatted at the door, looking at them silently. He really did look like a coward.
Tom ignored him and only chatted with the other black man, Franklin.
Franklin was actually angry that Tom had written about him, but he was worried about Tom's strong body. So, he chatted with him amiably.
Another two hours passed. Tom was on the sofa picking his ear with his cross necklace. He realized that after becoming a cartoon character, there was more earwax than before. However, he couldn't see it if he didn't pick it out. Once he did, there would be a huge lump …
He found it interesting and decided to pick his ear out of boredom.
Suddenly, his body trembled. His ear spewed out a bloody mist!
The bloody mist was like a fire hose. It sprayed out more than three meters away and washed against the wall.
Not only that, the bloody mist also burst out from his mouth and nose, like a flood of steam. Soon, the people around him were covered in blood.
On the wall and the sofa, there were also small drops of blood that had evaporated and condensed.
"Ah ah ah!" Tom looked at the blood that was spewing out of his mouth and suddenly screamed.
The two people next to him also looked at him in horror, especially Rijkaard. He knew very well that he had written that his blood had evaporated. Tom was going to die!
Franklin also realized this and couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Because no matter what Lan Baishe did to Tom, whether or not he could save this person, at least he was fine.
"I'm not dead! Hahaha! " Tom jumped up in surprise. Although the bloody mist was terrifying, he felt okay. It seemed that it was just a small bleeding.
Hearing him shout like this, everyone was ecstatic. Was Lan Baishe so powerful? He resisted the curse?
He turned a person into a cartoon and evaporated so much blood, but he still didn't die?
Franklin was overjoyed. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly trembled and covered his left kidney with his hand.
He didn't say anything. The others were still in ecstasy, but the D-class personnel had been observing them. When he saw Franklin's instinctive action, he was shocked.
The D-class personnel shouted, "Doctor! Everyone will die again. Suture! "
As he spoke, he grabbed his hair with both hands and pressed his head against his neck. Then he lay down on the ground.
The other three people still didn't understand. Tom thought to himself, Is this guy retarded?
While he was thinking, he heard a puff. A circle of blood appeared on Tom's and Rijkaard's necks at the same time, and blood seeped out.
Rijkaard felt as if his neck had been cut off in an instant. He shook in horror, but as he shook, his head creaked and fell off.
Tom, on the other hand, was lying motionless. Although his head had been cut off, it was still intact.
Bam! At the same time, the door was flung open. A doctor rushed to Rijkaard in an instant and caught his head. The needle and thread seemed to be lifted by the air as he stitched him up.
Although Tom was lying at the door, he still chose to save Rijkaard first.
Mo Qiong followed closely behind. He saw the D-class personnel on the ground. Although his head was still intact, it was still severed. His spine, nerves, veins, trachea, and muscles had all been cut off!
Even if the D-class personnel had been lying down in advance and pressed down hard, they could only slightly delay death. The human body's blood pressure would squeeze blood out through the gaps, and the disconnection of nerves couldn't be connected just by pressing them together.
At that moment, the D-class personnel's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was twitching slightly. The color on his face faded instantly.
However, Mo Qiong could see the burning will to live in his eyes. He even glanced at Mo Qiong.
"Save him!" Mo Qiong roared.
There were many doctors, but there was only one doctor with absolute suture skills here. They didn't expect that the two people who had been decapitated would be executed at the same time.
It didn't get stuck. After randomly killing Tom, because Tom didn't die, it also killed Franklin!
However, because his heart was too strong, Franklin almost didn't experience death. He instinctively touched his kidney and only felt the beating of the kidney stone …
However, the D-class personnel noticed this detail and instantly realized that the killing was still going on. Hence, he reminded Lan Baishe loudly and did some simple measures that might delay death.
"Pu!" Mo Qiong and the D-class personnel looked at each other. Instantly, a syringe was injected into the D-class personnel's head, directly injecting the drug into his skull from the cerebral cortex.
Mo Qiong knew that after decapitation, the brain would stop blood circulation, but it wouldn't lose all oxygen instantly. The person would still be conscious for a few seconds.
In theory, if it was just decapitation, the person wouldn't die instantly because the brain was still intact.
The explosive drug of the club members could replenish everything the cells needed. It didn't need to be transported through blood circulation, and it would nourish the cells directly.
However, it was also a stimulant. In this critical moment, the drug's effect was too strong. In addition to replenishing the brain's oxygen, it also destroyed the brain at the same time.
However, in this emergency, he would die immediately if he didn't inject it.
"Gurgle …" The D-class personnel's eyeballs moved again, and his vocal cords even made a slight sound.
As expected, the explosive drug full of vitality hung on to his consciousness. Just as his brain was about to stop functioning and he was on the verge of losing consciousness, he crawled back.
However, this only changed from a few seconds of dying to more than 30 seconds of dying.
Moreover, 30 seconds was only in theory. If a person's brain thought that he was dead, even if the brain had enough oxygen, it would automatically expel all the oxygen.
The first second of a human's death was counted from the first second after the brain expelled all the oxygen.
This D-class personnel's will to live was indeed very tenacious. His eyes seemed to be unable to see, but they were still transmitting the burning desire to live.
He didn't even know if anyone could see at this moment, but he still stubbornly persisted and called for help as much as possible.
18 seconds of dying …
The doctor gave up on Rijkaard and turned to resuscitate him.
That exquisite suture connected all the severed nerves and blood vessels together in an attempt to restore the brain's blood circulation.
However, this operation required time.
28 seconds of dying …
Without hesitation, Mo Qiong injected another needle.
However, there was a limit to the brain. Mo Qiong estimated that even if the D-class personnel's heart was not extinguished, his brain would not be able to hold on. The second needle would last for at most another 10 seconds.
Regarding this, Mo Qiong was helpless. This was all he could do. When his whole body collapsed, he was able to hold on until his main life force was saved. It was not because of the injection, but because of the stone in his heart.
However, the stone in his heart was not suitable for decapitation. The brain had lost its blood circulation, and the drug's nourishment alone had little effect.
The only useful thing was that it provided a theoretical time for consciousness to exist. Next, it was up to him whether he could hold on until the last second.
36 seconds of dying …
The doctor stood up and said, "The brain stem was saved, the automatic breathing function was restored, and the blood circulation was also restored. However, if the brain is dead, it's meaningless."
Mo Qiong squatted down and called the D-class personnel's serial number. "D- 92933, can you hear me?"
The D-class personnel's eyelids were half-closed, and his eyeballs moved slightly.
Mo Qiong called a few more times, and he responded each time.
"Unbelievable … He's actually still alive …" the doctor said happily.
Although he saved Rijkaard first, Rijkaard died. His head fell off, and he died even faster.
When the doctor rushed over to suture him, he gave him two injections. However, this guy's consciousness was annihilated. In two seconds, his brain lost its ability to think emotionally, and his brain waves calmed down. Eight seconds later, his brain stem function was lost, and he was completely brain dead.
Suturing also took time. After injecting the drug, he died so quickly that even the miracle doctor of the Blue and White Society could not save him.
In comparison, the D-class personnel had been dying for a full 36 seconds, and his brain did not think that he was dead.
It was a miracle that he was still conscious after the blood circulation in his brain was restored.
"The next step is to slowly nurse him back to health. His reticular structure, cranial nerve nucleus, and medulla oblongata blood vessel motor center are all seriously damaged. His condition cannot be said to be stable yet," the doctor said.
Mo Qiong nodded and looked at the other survivors.
They were all stunned. The D-class personnel had been decapitated, and he was forced to live for more than half a minute.
At the same time, Rijkaard, who had been decapitated, was already dead. His rescue was delayed for 18 seconds by the doctor. An ordinary person's corpse would have turned cold by now, but he was still alive. He was simply a monster.
However, this person was not a monster. Tom slapped him to the ground, and he was just a thin boy.
"When I saved Rijkaard just now, I confirmed one thing. There was no white membrane during the suture, which means that although the list of deaths forcibly decapitated people who had clearly been dispelled, it was only a decapitation. However, it's only a decapitation. The death after decapitation isn't a special killing, but it's left to nature, "said the doctor.
Mo Qiong nodded. In that case, as long as the decapitated people were D-class personnel with a strong will to live, they could still be saved in time. They were not necessarily dead.
This D-class personnel proved to them that the death of the list of deaths was reflected in 'kill', not 'kill'.
After killing, they could be saved as soon as possible!
"But … Rijkaard is dead. Where's the paper?"
Mo Qiong quickly received the news that the anomaly had appeared at Shines' place.
The first position was changed. The second living person recorded on the list, who had been skipped, was now added to the queue.
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