On the chair in the middle, a young man with a hideous face was tied up and trembling all over.
Although he was unable to move, he was still shaking as if he was mobilizing all his strength and seemed ready to pounce like a mad lion at any moment.
Suddenly, he seemed to have figured something out, and his violently shaking body fell into a brief silence.
When he suddenly raised his head again, his expression and facial features were twisted together, and his face was full of despair and madness.
"I can't escape, I can't escape--" he suddenly shouted, tears streaming down his face, his whole face turned into a ravine with water.
"I can't escape, hahahaha, even death is inevitable, I can't even die - I can't run away, I can't get rid of this damn game, it will always accompany me, hahahahaha -"
“——If you can’t kill me today, I will definitely kill you… Satan is about to come, and none of us can escape, no way to escape… Hahahahahaha…”
The young man was still shouting, he was laughing miserably, blood was streaming down his face, that smile was mixed with black and red, it looked particularly hideous and terrifying.
The room light divided his face into two halves. One half of his face had frowned eyebrows and curved mouth corners, as if he was smiling, while the other half had eyes drooping downwards, as if he was divided into two people in the middle.
In front of him stood a plump, white-looking middle-aged man. As he looked at the cruel man wailing on the chair, he was tapping the cigar in his hand with a worried look on his face.
"...Is he still like this?" He asked the researcher who was taking notes next to him, his tone filled with worry.
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