White Guy's hair was cut off first and tossed into the glass room.
The moment the hair entered the room, it immediately turned into a cloud of black smoke and burned away completely, leaving only a pile of ashes behind.
Everyone was instantly alarmed.
"If we go in, will we turn into black smoke too?" White Guy asked fearfully.
"You'll know if you go in," one of the researchers beside him said.
"No, no. Let someone else go first," White Guy said, waving his hands repeatedly.
"We respect your choice. Who among you wants to go in? It may cleanse all the Mysterious factors from your bodies, leaving only your original state," the researcher told them.
"Why did our hair turn to ash?"
"Possibly because your hair consists entirely of Mysterious factors, with no real-world components at all," the researcher offered as an explanation.
"If our brains and hearts are the same as our hair, wouldn't we be dead for sure?" White Guy asked.
"Theoretically, yes." The researcher nodded.
"I'm not going in. Better a miserable life than a good death." One of them retreated behind the others.
"Lao Gang, didn't you say earlier that dying early meant getting free sooner?" someone mocked.
"So what if I regret it?"
The six of them looked at one another, then began arguing over who would go in first.
Li Chun, however, found this very reassuring. At least the people here had not forced them to make a choice.
In that respect alone, they were a hundred times better than Black Tentacle.
"Enough. I'll go..." White Guy gritted his teeth. "One leg."
At first, everyone had wanted to praise his courage, but after hearing the rest, they felt like laughing—yet could not bring themselves to do so.
"One leg is fine." The researcher