What is your choice? ?

You have chosen [C. Cut out the meat yourself]

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You hesitated for a while, and finally declined his proposal.

The other party didn't insist too much, and didn't seem to care.

The air suddenly fell into silence, and only then did you realize that the other party has told you everything that needs to be explained.

——So, he should leave this room immediately.

You secretly looked at the masked man, hoping to see where the exit of this secret room is from the way he left the room, and whether there is any possibility for you to abscond—after all, no matter how you look at it, you feel that there is no such thing as this blank room. There are no dead ends, except for the welded window, there is no exit at all.

But the other party obviously expected your careful thoughts, took out a transparent plastic package from his pocket, and took out a tube of injection filled with white liquid from it.

An ominous premonition suddenly surged in your heart, but before you stood up from the wooden chair, the other party grabbed your wrist firmly, and injected the tube of unknown liquid into your right wrist without delay in the vein.

After he pushes the fluid into your veins, you feel a little dazed.You just feel that your eyelids are getting heavier and your consciousness is getting more and more trance.

In less than a moment, you completely closed your eyes and lost consciousness.

When your consciousness is blurred, you seem to hear a young man whispering something.

"...Do you think I hate you?"

His voice was panting and soft, but there was no emotion, it seemed that he was just repeating a fact in a flat manner.

As soon as the words fell, the breathing in your ears became more and more heavy——you realized that besides this young man who was talking, there was another person present.

But even though the man's breathing was very rapid and he sounded emotionally unstable, he still didn't speak.

A suffocating silence spread in the darkness.

After a while, the young man finally realized that the other party would not give any reply, so he opened his mouth slowly.

"Cheng Jin, I don't hate you - now we are at most just passers-by who met by chance."

You heard him sigh, his tone somewhat melancholy and bewildered.

"Isn't that exactly what you want?"

You opened your eyes and realized that you had accidentally fallen asleep just now.

You subconsciously cover your forehead and start to think about what happened before you fell asleep.

...The masked man told you that he was the prisoner's second personality, and gave you the jackknife and the test tube...Then what?

You were in a trance, staring blankly at the dirty window directly in front of you, and it took a while to remember what happened afterwards.

…Oh, he later took hold of your wrist and injected a tube of fluid into a vein in your wrist.

- Then, you lose consciousness.

You glanced down at your wrist, and sure enough, you saw a small hole the size of a needle's eye.

Obviously, Cheng Jin injected you with something like sleeping pills.

You no longer think about the fact that he injected you with sleeping pills, because this seems to you to be a matter of course, after all, it is impossible for the prisoner to let the victim see the exit of the secret room.

What you need to worry about most now is that note.

You have to decide immediately whether you want to gouge out the meat yourself to fill the test tube, or let the little fresh meat accept this torture instead of you.

But this choice is not difficult for you.Although you are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, you have a clear moral code in your heart-you will never let others suffer for no reason because of you.

So, the question now becomes how to make up your mind to put a knife on yourself.

Looking at the sharpened pocket knife, your Adam's apple rolls up and down unconsciously.A drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down from your forehead, pattering down on your hand holding the knife.

You touch the skin of your body with the hand that is not holding the knife, trying to figure out which piece of flesh on your body is less sensitive and can feel the least pain after being injured by the knife.But no matter where your fingers pass, the hairs on that piece of skin stand up suddenly—as if silently expressing the resistance deep in your heart.

After a moment of cruising back and forth on your bare skin compared to the blade, you are still unable to strike.A strong sense of restlessness eats you up, drenching your T-shirt with sweat.

But what can you do?It's not too late for this matter, you will have to go under the knife sooner or later.

So you gritted your teeth and stabbed the sharp knife into your thigh.The moment the blade sinks into the surface of your skin, you have the illusion of cutting sashimi.You are amused by your inappropriate metaphors, but you can't help but laugh.

You just feel like your hand holding the jackknife starts shaking violently, and it tends to get worse.You can clearly realize that the thin blade is deeply embedded in your soft fat layer, and is only adhered to by the warm and moist flesh and blood around it.

You were drenched in cold sweat, your fingers were trembling, and it was with great difficulty that you pulled out the knife that had pierced your thigh.Viscous and red blood gurgled from your wound, and you quickly used the test tube to catch the overflowing blood, but found that the blood could not fill the test tube at all.

——That amount of bleeding didn't even reach the 5mm mark.

When you realize that the wound you have painstakingly cut is far from bleeding enough blood, your whole being collapses.

You just feel that the deep wound is getting more and more painful, and a cloud of water mist can't help but rise in front of your eyes.

Why should I suffer like this?Obviously I am innocent.

You thought blankly, tears brushed your nose along the corners of your eyes, and finally stopped between your slightly pursed lips, bitter and cold.

But you can't stop here, since you chose to bear the pain alone, there is absolutely no reason to turn back.So you had to grit your teeth again, and stabbed the blade again at the upper part of the wound, and stabbed deeper than the last time—almost to your thigh bone.

You pull out the blade, this time the blood flow is indeed more than last time, but to your embarrassment, the total amount of blood from the two wounds is only 7mm, which is more than half of the 15mm.

At this time, your face is already pale, dripping with cold sweat, and your entire T-shirt is tightly attached to your chest and back.

You scribbled to touch the dripping sweat on your forehead, and blinked your wet eyes.

It's still two or three times away, as long as you persist, it will be over soon...

You hinted to yourself silently in your heart, so you pointed the blade at your thigh again...

You held the test tube containing your blood in one hand, and tremblingly pressed the cork into the opening of the test tube with the other hand.

Maybe it's because the torture is finally over, and your heart suddenly feels much lighter.

Some even lamented the greatness of the invention of pumping blood vessels.

——even if your right leg is already dripping with blood and bloody.

But you can't help poking fun at yourself.If you just sit like this, the pain from the wound on your leg will only get worse.

What do you need to distract yourself, but what can distract you in this secret room?

You have known the structure of this secret room for a long time, but you have not been able to see any tricks.

So you can only think wildly, and let yourself not think about the horrible wounds.

This random thought really reminds you of something.

You suddenly remembered the dream you had when you fell asleep—the talking young man and the man in front of him who was still reluctant to speak.

Needless to say, the young man who spoke was the man you always dreamed of being.

Judging from his words, the man who confronted him seems to be called "Chengjin".And the pronunciation of this name inexplicably reminds you of the masked man's name—Cheng Jin.

Your fast-running brain suddenly stopped, and you were a little uncertain.

Did I subconsciously bring what happened in reality into my dream?

... Or is it that the man I always dreamed of actually exists, and the other party is familiar with Cheng Jin.

The moment the thought popped into your mind, you smiled to yourself, as if laughing at your own innocence.

How is this possible?That man must be just a fictional character, and Cheng Jin's appearance is only because he is the only person you have come into contact with these two days.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of the window.

You raised your head slightly, and sure enough, you saw the familiar white mask.

You were taken aback by his sudden appearance, but you immediately came back to your senses and shook the blood in the test tube at him.

But he seemed to be frozen all over, staring at you motionless, without blinking his eyes.

You stared at him through the window for a while, but he still stood there like a wax figure, without any reaction.He just stood upright, reflecting that blank mask, which made you feel cold behind your back.

The more you look at him, the more strange the look in his eyes becomes.

...That kind of gaze is greedy and regretful, as if it wants to imprint your whole appearance in your heart, because you will never see each other again.

Yes, that was clearly looking at the dead.

You freeze up at the thought, and stop looking at him.

When you looked up again, you suddenly found that there was no one outside the window.

— as if he had never been here.

Although the reaction of the masked man makes you uncomfortable, you think that since he has seen the test tube in your hand, he will definitely return to this room again.

But you miscalculated, he never showed up, not until you fell asleep without knowing it.

When you opened your eyes again, you found that you were tied to the chair again, and this time the binding was more rough than the first time - the circles of hemp rope were deeply embedded in your flesh, binding you It hurts.

You don't understand why you are tied up again, but subconsciously feel that something is wrong.

You look up at the masked face looking down at you, and your heart skips a beat.

His eyes were too hot, and he was almost a different person from the calm and peaceful look before.And when you look at him carefully, you find that this sense of disobedience is even stronger.

His shirt was not neatly folded in the waistband of his trousers as before, but rather crumpled, as if it had been picked and picked repeatedly.The two hands hanging by his side were tightly clenched, even trembling slightly.

If you force me to sum it up, he was like a pool of ice before, but now he is like a flame that wants to burn everything up.

…It gives people a very dangerous feeling for no reason.

At this time, he spoke.

"Do you think I'll let you go by deliberately pretending to be a good person?"

His voice trembles a little, and you realize that the other person is even more emotionally unstable than you imagined.

He shook his head and muttered as if answering his own question.

"No...no...a manipulative bitch like you will never repent..."

He turned his back, hugged his head, and trembled violently.

You were horrified by his anomaly, and wanted to step back, but found yourself tied tightly to the chair, unable to move at all.

You could hear him swearing under his breath, but couldn't quite hear it.

Just when you were about to speak to try to calm him down, you found that he suddenly straightened his back, and his whole body seemed to regain his composure.

He turned around slowly, his eyes under the mask were fixed on you, with a trace of pain in his confusion.

He approached you cautiously, stroked your cheek with one hand, and picked up the jackknife on the ground with the other.

"Punishing you is really meaningless. Because you, like Xiaowen, are a slut who likes to play with people's hearts." He said, with some tears in his eyes.

"Cheng Jin's proposal is meaningless at all, I want to sanction you now."

As he said that, his eyes turned cold, and he caught off guard and plunged the knife into your neck fiercely.

The blood immediately splashed on half of the white mask like a splashed ink painting, reflecting the pair of excited and angry eyes under the mask, showing a bit of coquettishness and ferocity for no reason.

You widen your eyes and want to scream, but your throat has already been punctured by the opponent, so you can only cough up some blood clots intermittently.

He lowered his head and stared at you for a while, then raised the blood-stained knife again, stabbed it hard into your forehead, and cut it all the way down.

You only feel that the distance between your eyes is gradually widening, and the severed nasal cavity is suddenly filled with a large ball of fresh blood.

After a while, you completely lose consciousness.

you are dead.

You opened your eyes suddenly, but what you saw was still the face with the pure white mask.

You screamed and scrambled backwards, ignoring the note, jackknife and test tube that you subconsciously discarded.

The other party was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't understand why your emotions were so agitated, but he still dutifully held up the note to you.

"The time limit is tomorrow night, but you don't have a timing tool, so I advise you to decide earlier. If you can't do it, I can help you."

Looking at the familiar scene, you were stunned and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, you went back in time again.

At this time, you have not chosen to put a knife on yourself, nor have you been brutally killed by the other party.

Yes...all in time.

At this time, you choose-

【A. Let him help】

【B. Tell him that he wants to think again】

【C. Gouging out the meat yourself】

【D. Don’t cut out the meat, let the little fresh meat replace you】

【E. Do nothing】

【F.**************】

[#Reminder: Life -1, the current number of times the protagonist can die is 0]