"Everyone, I want to play a game with you!"
Seeing the Joker's serious look, the six villains' scalps tingled. They knew very well how terrifying the Joker's methods were. To put it bluntly, the Joker's deterrent power in the Gotham underworld was much stronger than his. To put it in the professional terms of an old driver, that was the difference of five consecutive hairpin turns.
"Boss Clown, stop joking. If you want to take over our territory and our brothers, just say it directly. We won't resist you." The arrogant black man secretly swallowed his saliva and was as cowardly as a quail.
Others chimed in, expressing their willingness to lick the clown and adding all kinds of disgusting flattery.
On TV, the Joker turned a deaf ear and said the rules of the game: "It's a very simple game. There is a password box behind the toilet, and the key to the handcuffs is locked in the alley. I want you to open the box, unlock the handcuffs and leave the toilet within ten minutes."
"As for the password to the box, you'll need to use your brains. There's a math problem on the ceiling. If you solve the answer, you'll get the password!"
The six people breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. The big black man reached out and wiped the sweat off his head: "Hahaha, Boss Clown, you are really funny, but don't make such jokes next time."
The six people were terrified, as if the scene was their future.
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"Why...are they playing this game? Are they crazy?"
Hearing the clown's bloody words, the six people were stunned. If the clown was joking, his expression was too serious.
The mottled images were a little blurry, and there was no sound, but the six scumbags felt uneasy watching them.
The villains were completely panicked, and when they realized that begging was useless, they cursed the clown with the most vicious words. The blood-red countdown beat like a heart, and every beat meant that their lives were reduced by one second. In desperation, the desire to survive forced them to start saving themselves.
"Life or death is up to you!" The clown appeared again on the TV screen. After saying this, he sat there motionless.
"Hahaha, you're right. Besides, don't we still have Batman? He's a superhero, he won't let the Joker do evil!"
Hiss——
Ten minutes is enough time to try hundreds of passwords. What if you get it right?
The countdown ticked away second by second. Time had never passed so fast. Two of the six villains had their hands blown off, two more had mental breakdowns, and the last two picked up hacksaws and started sawing while screaming.
Some people picked up hacksaws, some stared at the math problems above their heads, and some even thought about stealing the safe.
There was one minute left, and death was approaching the two of them bit by bit. The chill of the sickle made them feel like they were falling into an icy cave. As if hearing the whispers of death, the black man howled miserably, and the hacksaw in his hand suddenly increased its speed. Inspired by him, the other man also followed suit and howled like a ghost and a wolf and started sawing quickly.
At this point, they had three choices: chains, water pipes, and calves! It was obviously impossible to cut the chains and water pipes with a saw blade, so there was only the last option, and making this decision undoubtedly required great courage. They could use a dagger to cut someone else's artery while grinning, to prove their cruelty, but if they really used a knife on themselves, one, two, three times, and sawed off their own legs alive...
The black man raised his head and looked at the question on the ceiling. His face became uglier and uglier. As a poor student, he shamelessly didn't even understand the question. Not only him, but the others were all in a state of panic. What did those symbols mean? Was it the Da Vinci Code?
"Boss Clown, please let us go. We will work for you. I promise!"
"I know you can't solve this problem. In fact, no one has been able to solve it yet. But it doesn't matter. There is a hacksaw behind the toilet. You can use it to saw off your legs. Ten minutes is enough for you to saw off your legs and leave the toilet."
The clown on the TV screen also laughed: "I forgot to remind you, I added some gadgets in the room. In ten minutes, they will start up by themselves."
The other unlucky guy who hadn't succeeded yet suddenly gave up on himself for some reason, dropped his saw and started crying.
The big black man ignored him, hopped to the door on one foot, and pushed it ecstatically... but failed!
"Yes, I'll wait here. Someone will come to rescue me."
The Joker watched everything indifferently until the room was filled with green. He curled his lips and switched the screen to another room. There were exactly six people in the room, no more, no less, all of whom had just woken up and were still confused.
Click--click--
The villains swore and cried for mercy, trying to win the clown's sympathy with their pitiful appearance, but the clown on the TV did not move, as if the pause button had been pressed. Ding! Red numbers lit up on the wall, 09:59, and the countdown began.
"No----"
"I will be your most loyal servant. I will give you all my money and my territory. Please let me go."
With such a fluke idea, the two villains entered the wrong password three times, and their hands were blown off by the exploding box on the spot. They did not die immediately, but fell to the ground and wailed miserably. The remaining four people jumped suddenly, listened to the wailing in their ears, and picked up the hacksaw with trembling hands.
As they talked, several people burst into laughter. They were very proud of themselves for having made the clown lose face.
The image was frozen, the dead man's twisted and hideous face, the corner of his mouth raised to an incredible arc. The eyes expressed unspeakable pain, forming a sharp contrast with the weird smile, and the death was horrifying.
"Ah, I sawed it off, I sawed it off." The big black man was crying and snotting. He looked at the 20-second countdown on the wall and jumped towards the door on one leg.
"You're right. My men are not idiots. They will find me. Even if they can't, the Siberian wolf I raised can find me with its excellent sense of smell. Guys, you don't know how fierce it is. It almost demolished my house. Although I haven't tried it, I know that it can fight three pit bulls alone!"
There was no funny mistake of sawing off the wrong leg. Every time the hacksaw went back and forth, it brought up gurgling blood, accompanied by screams and curses. They frequently looked up at the countdown, with beads of sweat, snot and tears flowing down.
"No, you said, you said that life and death are ours to choose...Why?" The black man raised his head. The ups and downs of his psychological journey from joy to despair made him roar like a madman.
Just when he thought the clown's image was a video, the clown on TV suddenly lowered his head and grinned with his signature smile, his yellow teeth merged up and down: "Sorry, I lied to you!"
"Boss Clown, are you kidding me?" When the hacksaw was found behind the toilet, everyone panicked.
Sorry, they can't!
As soon as the words fell, the screen turned and showed a closed room, where six unlucky people were also locked next to the toilet. Some were sawing their legs with a hacksaw, some were kneeling on the ground doing math problems, and some were lying motionless.
He tried harder but still couldn't push the door open. He looked down and saw that the gap in the door was welded shut. A strong sense of fear came over him. The black man hammered the door a few times and ran towards the TV screen. He forgot that he only had one leg and fell heavily to the ground.
"Idiot, what are you afraid of? The clown is a lunatic. He says he wants to play games, so you play games. What if I don't play?" Between life and death, there are always a few people whose IQ will explode.
The countdown reached zero, and green mist erupted from the corner of the wall. After inhaling the laughing gas, the black man's facial features quickly became distorted. Not only him, but everyone in the toilet seemed to have forgotten their pain and fear, and laughed wantonly.
"Scumbags, welcome to the Joker's game, you need redemption!!!"
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Night! Gotham City! The city that never sleeps with bright lights, the police patrol the bustling commercial district, or the high-end places frequented by capitalists and dignitaries. In a word, the police force is limited and cannot take care of the entire city. For some relatively simple and slums, they often say "Don't go out at night, go to bed early and get up early for good health."
In a secluded corner, a scream was heard. In a street corner where the street lights could not reach, a young lady dressed for a professional job was being chased and laughed by a group of hooligans.
(End of this chapter)