"One! Two! Three!..."
In the work area, the sound of suppressed and painful statistics kept ringing.
After the frightening moment just now, Arthur Jack man could only temporarily put aside his original bold idea and honestly started to push up.
His time difference has always been confusing. He only had a simple lunch when he woke up before being kidnapped. Other than that, he has not eaten anything until now.
The hunger and cold caused by the passage of time seemed to finally make him "awake". He stopped being lazy and squeezed his body hard. If he couldn't do push-ups, he would do sit-ups. If he couldn't hold up sit-ups, he would switch to running on the spot.
Gradually, the heat dissipated by the vigorous exercise dissipated the cold in the work area, and the thin prison uniform on his body gradually became soaked with sweat, with a large area in the middle of his chest and back getting wet.
"Huh~huh~huh~ But... is that okay?"
After more than ten torturous and long minutes, the severe fatigue and soreness of his body defeated his will again. He stopped panting and came to the center of the work area with trembling legs.
Wow~
Arthur Jack man took off his prison uniform that had been soaked. He grabbed both ends of the prison uniform with both hands and twisted it hard. A trickle of water suddenly gushes out from the center, but it only lasted for a moment before it turned into sporadic drops of water.
Waiting until he could no longer squeeze out any sweat, Arthur Jack man pursed his lips, threw the clothes aside reluctantly, and focused his attention on the container in the center of the floor.
It's just a small metal cup with only the thickness of the bottom, but it's not easy to fill it with sweat. The stream of water just filled it only half way.
"One more time is enough."
What people fear most is even if there is no goal or the goal is out of reach. Seeing the half-full metal cup, Arthur Jack man's eyes felt a glimmer of hope, and there seemed to be a hint of joy in his breathing.
Success is within reach!
After resting for a few minutes, and when the feeling of suffocation subsided, he got up again. He looked at the large wet prison uniform next to his heels, and did not pick it up and put it on again. Instead, he took off himself until he was only in a pair of shorts.
There were still a lot of water stains on the prison uniform, which proved that a lot of sweat was still absorbed by the fibers of the clothes. In this situation, even a drop of sweat wasted would make him feel sad.
"Is this the reason why Mina has always been frugal..."
Arthur Jack man murmured to himself in an incomprehensible voice.
He thought of the food thrown away by his furious self in the past few days, of the regret and reluctance on Mina's face at that time, of how impatient he was, and how he kept nagging even if he used more toothpaste.
He began to exercise even more crazily, as if he wanted to use physical torture to numb himself so that he would not think, regret, or miss.
Da~da~da~
Drops of slightly muddy sweat flowed down from his body.
Along the obviously specially designed floor, numerous sweat beads gradually gathered into a stream in the center, and flowed into the small metal cup in the center.
Wow!
Perhaps after a long time of a century, the sound of coin collision brought Arthur Jack man back to his somewhat vague consciousness.
It is very similar to the sound of a gambling game machine spitting out game coins, and every impact is crisp and sweet.
"Enough?"
Arthur Jack man didn't react for a moment. He was startled for a moment before realizing something, and he lowered his head and looked at the center of the floor.
Sure enough, the small metal cup in the center was empty, and it seemed that it had shrunk for a while and was now slowly returning to its original position.
Then I walked to the display table on the left wall and took a look. There was already a small pile of coins with skull patterns on the top of the display table, a total of ten coins, no more, no less.
"You really surprised me. Originally, I thought you would be hungry for a few days before you would work hard..."
Jigsaw's voice sounded suddenly, still hoarse, but with a hint of approval. "In view of your excellent performance, I decided to give you a small reward."
"What reward? Tell me, and use any tricks."
Arthur Jack man gasped violently. He grabbed the skull coin and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. However, he still had no good feelings toward Jigsaw, the culprit who kidnapped him.
As for the reward, he didn't have much hope. Having learned from the past two photos, this reward is obviously another disgusting and coercive method.
"I will tell you the reward when you want to use it. Now it's time for you to enjoy the fruits of your labor."
Jigsaw did not specify what the reward was, but said in a hoarse voice, "There is plenty of food and water in the shopping area. In addition, please don't forget to buy a set of warm clothes and leave two coins as "rent"."
Upon hearing this, Arthur Jack man grabbed the coins and clothes on the ground and walked out of the work area silently.
Maybe it was the trait of resignation in his character, or maybe it was the sense of accomplishment and redemption after extreme exhaustion... In fact, he didn't know what kind of mentality he had now. He subconsciously followed Jigsaw's words and actions, walked into another branch of the corridor, and came to a room like a mini supermarket.
There are bread, snacks, purified water, and even packages of raw steaks, frying pans and seasonings placed in the corner. Scattered items fill the two shelves, and there is a whole row of thick coats hanging on the side closest to the wall.
[Bread*1:1$]
[Purified water*1:1$]
[Steak*1:5$]
[Warm jacket: 5$]
Arthur Jack man directly checked the prices of necessities, and did not look at the various snacks that he usually loved. Snacks are already a luxury for him now.
Although this micro supermarket does not have a cashier, it still has a cashier.
The cashier counter is against the wall of the door. There is an old-fashioned shotgun on the wall, and there is also a sign: [As a citizen of Gotham City, you should know what you will encounter when robbing a supermarket here]
This unknown method of controlling the gun mechanism completely gave up the idea of taking things without paying... No, it should be said that he did not even have this idea.
He just did a simple addition and subtraction in his mind, then gave up on the steak, picked up a piece of bread that was as large as two red bricks superimposed and a bottle of pure water, and went straight to the clothes hanging rack.
The clothes are all of the same style, a complete set of cotton-padded jackets and jackets, so there is nothing to choose from.
However, it is worth mentioning that there is an electronic display screen as wide as a finger inlaid in the center of the chest of the clothes, with forty-eight hour timing numbers on it.
[Shelf life of clothing: 48 hours, the countdown starts after wearing, and the clothing is automatically destroyed when the countdown ends.]
"..."
Looking at the labels on the clothes, if he hadn't been too tired to talk, Arthur Jack man promised that he would make a big fuss and beat up the manufacturer of the clothes.
But there are no ifs. He is now too tired and thirsty to move at all, and he is in a situation that he cannot help himself. If he wants to survive, he must follow the rules of the game Jigsaw.
He could only silently pick up a piece of clothing, and then paid the bill at the cashier along with bread and water. The seven skull coins he earned with his hard work were swallowed by the coin slot in an instant.
"Checkout completed, I wish you a happy life."
The service at the checkout counter was very attentive, but this shopping experience that should have been a pleasant one at normal times really made Arthur Jack man unhappy--leaving aside the situation, the voice was not that of a pretty girl, but that bad old man Jigsaw's hoarse voice.
Tear.
After the checkout was completed, he sat directly on the floor in front of the cashier, tore open the bread and wolfed it down with pure water.
His appetite has never been so good as it is now. Although it is simple bread, it seems extraordinarily sweet.
Perhaps it was due to excessive physical exertion, but more importantly, he earned this bread with his own hands. He did not feel guilty or inferior, but felt extra at ease and satisfied.