Caucasian people tend to have profound facial features. During their teenage years, we often see many handsome boys and beauties who are eye-catching. However, they also age faster. Especially for women, they will look very old after they reach middle age, and like black people, it is easy to gain weight.
Beryl McGee is such a middle-aged and fat white woman. When she was young, her golden curly hair attracted countless handsome men. However, now she has become a fat city woman, and expensive cosmetics cannot hide her increasingly rough skin.
The situation of her husband, Charles·Fox, was not much better. He once stood out among her many suitors, but now he only has fatness and baldness that cannot be concealed by an expensive suit. No matter how expensive and exquisite clothes are, he can only reveal his country bumpkin-like temperament.
Fortunately, he still has money and can support them to live a relatively prosperous life.
After all, half a lifetime has passed, and both of them are like this anyway. No one should dislike the other... They have said this countless times.
"Shit, Charles, didn't I tell you to spray some perfume before going to bed? Your body odor is really annoying."
The familiar smell woke up Beryl, who had perfectly adapted to her menopausal temper and cursed irritably.
"You still have the nerve to say that your crappy high-end perfume is killing people."
The equally irritable Charles also spat Beryl's face with spittle.
The two people who woke up at the same time were preparing for a further argument. However, when they moved, they found themselves trapped on a metal chair. The armrests and legs of the metal chair had a circle of buckles, which bound their limbs in place and made them unable to move.
"Kidnapping?"
"No, bastard, let me go now. Lucius Fox, the president of Wayne Enterprises, is my cousin. If you dare to touch me, Wayne Family will not let you go!"
"How much do you want? Can I pay it?"
Hesitation, screams, curses, threats... after all of it, there was no response.
It wasn't until they calmed down that a hoarse voice sounded in their ears, "Welcome to Jigsaw Theater. Next, I will play a game with you. The name of this game is <American Parent>."
"Vertical... vertical... saw!"
Hearing this voice, the two people who had calmed down slightly opened their eyes in horror again, and even their teeth chattered.
They are Gotham people.
Regardless of whether it is voluntary or not, this new devil that has appeared recently has been used by them to scare children. It is comparable to those "goblins"-like existences in fairy tales. It is impossible for them not to have heard of it.
"It's over, it's over, it's all your fault. I told you not to do those dirty things again, but you still do it. Is it okay now? Are you satisfied?"
Having witnessed Jigsaw's bloody and terrifying methods, Beryl's spirit had already collapsed. Just a name made him hysterically scold and curse at her husband.
Unexpectedly, Charles became even more angry. He struggled and roared fiercely, "Fake, Bichi, I didn't do anything bad. I'm in the company every day. It must be you, Bichi, who did something outside! It must be you!"
The two once again fell into an endless quarrel.
Until Jigsaw's creepy hoarse voice came again. "Quiet, ladies and gentlemen, you need to concentrate when playing games."
Like a drake being choked, the quarrel between the two came to an abrupt end.
At the same time, a translucent virtual screen appeared in front of the two of them.
[Welcome to experience the American parent game, pass the level, or die. Your ending is in your own hands.]
[On your second wedding anniversary, you gave birth to twins...]
[After you quarreled, you gave them each a name: Bill·Fox, Khaki·Fox.]
A few lines of text appeared on the translucent screen, and then the screen dimmed and then lit up again, showing a lawn scene in the front yard of a house.
There were two young children squatting face to face on the lawn, head to head, staring intently at the grass below them, as if there was something very interesting there.
Time froze again for a moment, but soon, the camera turned to the door of the house, where a fat white man was hurriedly walking with a briefcase under his arm.
"Dad, Dad, look, we have burned a lot of ants with the magnifying glass."
Bill and Khaki raised their heads and glanced at the fat white man. Then their eyes lit up. They dropped the magnifying glass in their hands and ran over in cheers and hugged the fat white man's thighs. They raised their heads slightly, as if they were expecting their father to play with them.
The picture was completely frozen, and a selection window popped up.
[Bill and Khaki scorched a nest of ants and stopped you from rushing to the company. Please make a choice:]
[a: Be good, dad has to go out for something, so go and play with mom first. Dad will take you to the amusement park when the weekend comes.]
[b: Well done, you are such a smart boy. You will definitely become an outstanding Scientist in the future (touch your head and leave in a hurry)]
[c: Reprimand them loudly, teach all things to be equal, and protect animals.]
[d: Praise them and give them pocket money.]
[e:...]
[Please touch the option with your mind to select. (9s)]
"Is this me?"
Charles looked at the densely displayed options on the screen with some astonishment. Of course, what shocked him even more was the man and two children on the screen.
That was exactly himself and his two sons a few years ago.
Have you ever experienced this scene yourself?
I can't remember clearly, maybe there is, after all, this is a very common situation.
The final countdown of the option awakened Charles's rationality. Although he didn't know what mind touch was, he still tried to imagine himself reaching out to click on that option.
This is Jigsaw's game!
With this in mind, he decisively chose option c.
However... no response. I tried them one by one and none of the options responded.
Until the countdown ended, option d automatically collapsed, and then the scene on the screen started to run again. "Myself" on the screen hurriedly praised Bill and Khaki, then gave them a sum of pocket money and walked out of the courtyard quickly.
"Damn it, I chose c, I chose c!"
Charles is anxious.
It's a pity that the scene will not stop because of his words.
"Oh, if you burn an ant, your father will praise you and give you pocket money."
The voices of Bill and Khaki were narrated by the narration, and the picture dimmed, then turned and turned into another scene.
The two children were playing alone in the courtyard. From time to time they would glance at the window of the house or the courtyard door, wondering if they were looking for their mother and father.
Neither their father nor mother came to play with them, so they had to find their own way of entertainment, giving up the ant nest that they were tired of playing in, and started playing and chasing each other.
After chasing each other, the two ran out of the courtyard gate, as if they had opened a new world.
Wow, there is a silver mirror-like thing there. It must be great for painting. Mom and Dad like our paintings the most.
The two of them were attracted by a silver car. They giggled innocently and started painting on the car with stones.
The car owner ran over angrily and cursed at the two children. Although he didn't do anything, he looked at his car with a look of heartache and annoyance.
This time it's "Mom's" turn to make a choice.
In the courtyard, the young version of Beryl ran out anxiously, and the options popped up again. Unfortunately, it was still impossible to make a choice. Beryl could only watch "his" actions.
"He" was even angrier and more annoyed than the car owner. He pulled the two children behind him, yelled and yelled at the young car owner, and after successfully scolding the car owner away, he pulled the children back to the yard like a victorious rooster.
Oh, it turns out that as long as my mother is here, it doesn't matter what happens to other people.
Oh, it turns out that as long as we scold us harshly, others will not dare to hit us.
Two narrations with a childish voice perfectly summed up the outcome of this scene.
Scene after scene, option after option, Charles and Beryl could only watch helplessly, watching everything they had done.
Time in the picture continues to advance, Bill and Khaki are growing bigger and bigger, and "themselves" are getting closer and closer to their current selves.
Finally... Grandma Jenny next door didn't know anything about it. She frowned and wondered why today's steak was a bit sour, and ate her beloved cat one bite at a time.
Finally... someone took the two of them to play a new prank game, and the toy gun sprayed out dazzling fire.
"Wow!"
The two couldn't help but vomited. After vomiting, their faces were still pale, with shock and disbelief written all over their pale faces. Isn't this too exaggerated? Such a trivial thing could happen like this? And how could Bill and Khaki do such a thing.
Jigsaw This lunatic must be deliberately exaggerating their crimes, disgusting guy.
The game was completely over, and the two of them waited with anger and fear for Jigsaw's "punishment".
However... nothing happened.
This is just a normal and simple game.
"Hehe, what the hell Jigsaw, at this level, I won't even accept it if you work in my game company."
After waiting for a long time, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.