sinovels Chapter 49 The Educator's Game
Chapter 49 The Educator's Game
The legendary criminal chat group quickly became lively.
Educator Jigsaw: Are you finally willing to become my disciple? I've been satisfied with you for a long time.
Outlaw Zhang San: @Lu Yiming, you're committing crimes more and more frequently. Is the security situation in America really that bad?
Harley Quinn: What's the point of kidnapping?! Just shove a bomb in their door and bang! Blood and gore flying everywhere! Hahahaha!
Jack the Ripper: @Harley Quinn, I used to think I was weird, but since you joined the group, I feel like I'm becoming more and more normal.
Food critic Hannibal: @Jack the Ripper, it's good that you know you're a pervert, you can still be cured.
Jack the Ripper: @Hannibal the Gourmet ￥%&……&# (all swear words)
Professor Moriarty: @Lu Yiming, what new tricks are you going to pull this time?
Lu Yiming: There are three fools who have offended me, and I plan to teach them a lesson.
Educator Jigsaw: @Lu Yiming I can help you. But you must remember, you must give them a chance for redemption, not completely deny them a way to live. Let them lose their hands and feet; as long as they can survive, they will understand the true meaning of life.
Lu Yiming stared at the screen, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Should I say you're kind, or should I praise you for being a complete scoundrel?
Soon, a special red envelope popped up on the screen.
The red envelope features a pale-faced puppet masked man with blood-red spiral patterns painted on his cheeks and empty eye sockets.
[The red envelope assistant has automatically grabbed a red envelope for you]
Congratulations on successfully securing the title: Nightmare Redemption (3 hours)
Most people don't know how to cherish life, but you won't, and you never will again...
Lu Yiming didn't hesitate and clicked "use" directly.
Countless ingenious and extremely cruel mechanical design drawings flooded his mind.
He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.
"Heh...haha...hehe."
"All mortals must die, but I will live forever? How interesting, hahahahaha."
Old Mike thought his smile was a bit creepy, so he came over and gave him a push.
What's wrong with you?
Lu Yiming raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the warehouse environment, and then looking at the tattoos on the three cult members.
A brilliant idea popped into his head, and he turned to Mike and said:
"I've got a way to knock them out."
"Find a few more things: three circular saw motors, some wire, three timers, and a high-powered electric stove."
……
An hour later.
The young white female believer who had been shouting the loudest earlier was the first to open her eyes.
The cold touch sent a chill down her spine.
She looked down and found herself completely naked, her hands and feet chained to an iron chair.
Instinctively wanting to struggle, I leaned forward slightly, and a wave of heat hit me.
"WTF, what is this?"
Less than half a meter directly in front of me was a high-powered electric furnace. A piece of iron plate was welded onto the furnace surface, which was already red-hot and emitting high-temperature white smoke.
"Where...where am I?!"
She turned her head in horror and found that her two other companions were also tied to iron chairs.
The two slowly opened their eyes and woke up.
Looking up, I saw that a rusty circular saw was hanging directly above each of their heads.
The circular saw connects the pulley system and the countdown timer.
Just as the three were completely bewildered, an old television set in the darkness ahead suddenly lit up with a "snap".
On the screen, a man wearing a pale white mask appeared.
"Hello, I want to play a game with you."
A deep, hoarse, synthesized electronic voice came through, making the three cult members tremble.
The masked man on TV leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly:
"Lazarus' followers, I know you are not afraid of death and believe in resurrection after death. If that's the case, then the chainsaw hanging over your heads should be a blessing to you. It can send you to your great God."
The Black man stared at the screen and sneered, "You think this kind of trick can shake our faith?"
"Very good, I admire your piety." The masked man stood up and snapped his fingers.
"You're right, this game tests your faith. The game will be played in turns."
If you truly believe in resurrection, then sit quietly and wait sixty seconds for the circular saw to fall and split your heads in two. Your God will bring you resurrection.
"But... if at this final moment you suddenly find that God is not responding, and you begin to crave this one and only real life... you can stretch out the parts of your body with the Lazarus tattoo and press them firmly against that red-hot iron plate."
The masked man continued, "The high temperature will completely burn away your tattoos, which also means burning away your past beliefs. Then you can live."
"Life and death, the false resurrection and the painful reality. The choice is in your own hands."
"Round 1, game begins."
Drop drop drop.
As the masked man on the television pressed the remote control, the countdown timer above the head of the last young white female believer to wake up lit up:
60 seconds left
Immediately afterwards, a piercing buzzing sound erupted as the rusty circular saw began to spin wildly, slowly descending down the pulley towards her head.
"...All men must die, but I shall live forever...
The female believer trembled violently and turned deathly pale.
She closed her eyes tightly, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Her fervent faith sustained her, and she desperately told herself:
It's okay, you can be resurrected after you die!
30 seconds.
The circular saw descended to within twenty centimeters of her head; she could already smell the metal as the saw teeth cut through her blonde hair.
10 seconds.
A sharp pain shot through my scalp, and blood flowed down my forehead and into my eyes.
"Ahhhhh!"
"No... God will save me... God will bring me back to life!" she screamed shrilly, biting her lip tightly, refusing to touch the red-hot iron plate.
hum-
puff-
The countdown has reached zero.
Under the horrified gazes of a Black male believer and another female believer standing nearby.
The high-speed rotating circular saw did not stop at all and cut straight through her skull.
Blood, brain matter, and bone fragments exploded, splattering all over the two men's faces.
The female believer's body convulsed violently a few times before collapsing onto the iron chair.
A red and white mess was spilled all over the ground.
Apart from the humming of the circular saw spinning idly, there was no other sound in the warehouse.
The Black male believer and the white woman stared in disbelief at the scene.
One second, two seconds, ten seconds passed.
No miracle occurred; she was not resurrected.
The cleaved corpse lay there in such a pitiful state.
Their so-called faith... is worthless in the face of real death.
Lazarus doesn't exist; if he's dead, he's truly dead.
"Now, let's begin the second round of the game," came the masked man's hoarse voice from the television.
Drop drop drop.
The death knell sounded again, this time, the timer above the Black male believer's head lit up.
60 seconds left
buzzing.
The circular saw began to descend towards his head...