The next afternoon.

This is the fifth day after Arthur Jackman was kidnapped here.

"Hosh!Hosh!Hosh!"

In the jigsaw room, Arthur Jackman collapsed on the ground, gasping violently like a cow, and his naked body, which was only wearing a pair of shorts, was red, like a big prawn that had been cooked, especially his eyes, which were extremely red and covered with blood.

Sometimes the will and the body are really different.

Perhaps under strong will and emotions, it is possible to break through the limits of the human body and squeeze out more potential, but this is not a normal situation after all.

The crisis of life and death brought him a huge sense of urgency and motivation, but his physical condition could no longer bear it.

Yesterday afternoon, he earned ten more coins with full motivation, but it also brought more difficult physical fatigue. Even if he ate and drank, he could not recover.

With the accumulation of these fatigues, he had difficulty and pain in completing a round of "work" in the morning. In the afternoon, his body had reached the brink of extreme fatigue and could not be supported by willpower.

Every push-up is an extremely painful torture. He even thinks that he might just be killed by a bomb and it will be completely destroyed. That would be easier.

"No, I can't die yet... Mina is still waiting for me."

Arthur Jackman, whose consciousness was already hazy, struggled to get up, wiped off the sweat beads that affected his vision from his eyelids, and continued to pose as a push-up.

Unfortunately, just as I barely supported my body, my arms were sore and trembling. Before I could last for a second, my hands became soft and fell directly on the floor.

As a last resort, Arthur Jackman had no choice but to grit his teeth, get up and go to the display stand in the work area, and look at the two gadgets left by the "Devil" inside.

First there is a dagger.

He stared at the dagger and finally gave up.

Although he has accomplished nothing for several years of writing, he has also exposed him to a lot of messy knowledge. With his current body after intense exercise, his blood will be out of control without being controlled after one knife.

Moreover, his body is still in a state of extreme weakness and overdrawing. If he loses blood, he will faint and die suddenly.

"The devil of shit."

He cursed weakly, Arthur Jackman gritted his teeth and picked up the two '**'s that he had never moved after he put them back.

At first glance, it was still the double sensory torture of the chrysanthemum vomiting, just like a memetic weapon with mental pollution.

"Shet! Shit!"

I couldn't bear to look directly at it. Arthur Jackman irritably threw two photos to the ground again, stepped on it, then raised his head and shouted at the surveillance camera that was unknown: "Protest, I want to protest! Jigsaw, come out for me!"

“…”

silence.

Two seconds later, the sound of the jigsaw finally rang out: "Oh? Are you going to protest? What are you protesting?"

"I want to protest against your discrimination against mental workers! There is a bug in this secret room, which can symbolize physical workers, or even sex workers, why don't you have intellectual labor?"

Arthur Jackman still looked very annoyed.

But he was actually gambling that a jigsaw is a person who is "reasonable" enough and pursues perfection. Otherwise, he would not be able to hold on for a few days, whether it is sweat, blood or liquid X.

“Intellectual labor?”

Li Si, who was monitoring this place from a distance, changed his mind and immediately understood what Arthur Jackman meant, and immediately said: "What kind of intellectual labor can you do? Continue to create novels that you have never finished writing?"

"Why not? It's my business to write it, but at least you have to guarantee that you have it. Isn't your secret room just trying to reconstruct the survival dilemma in the form of symbols?"

Hearing the sound of the jigsaw, Arthur Jackman breathed a sigh of relief, suppressing a little bit of joy and competing with reason.

"Well, your reason is sufficient."

Jigsaw was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, and then said after a moment: "But you need to understand that your laziness and decadence will no longer tolerate here. If your work is not satisfactory enough, you will still die."

"Of course, I already have a great idea and enough creative passion and motivation."

Arthur Jackman could no longer suppress his inner joy, and he secretly made a cheering gesture in his heart.

Creation has always been his dream. Although it was later distorted into getting rich, its dream never faded. It was not only his ability to choose the "job" he loved, but also his first victory in the confrontation with Jigsaw.

In the following time, the two had a "friendly" negotiation on work and treatment issues, uh... well, it was a one-sided friendly negotiation.

Jigsaw set him a mandatory daily word count, and he also needed to be satisfied after reviewing the Jigsaw to get twenty skeleton coins.

At the same time, the things he created will be published and promoted by Jigsaw on the Internet. If you get enough positive comments from the audience, there will be certain reward measures. Not only skeleton coins, but even books' profits on the Internet will be remitted to Mina's account at a certain proportion.

"You can start creating now, open the bottom plate of the second floor of the display stand, and there is a tablet computer for you to edit and publish books in the mezzanine."

After the negotiations, Jigsaw said so.

Hearing this, Arthur Jackman, with a smile on his face, was stunned, turned to look at the display stand, and his smile also froze on his face.

"So he had expected it long ago? Isn't it a bug if the symbolic meaning of intellectual labor lacks?"

...

"Don't lock the author in a small dark room to write, am I supposed to fulfill the wishes of countless readers in my previous lives?"

Li Si also had a strange smile on his face at this time.

Since ancient times, readers have had two wishes full of remnants. One is to send blades to the author, and the other is to lock the author in a small dark room to enforce code.

He was not prepared for the former, but the latter one was still within his plan.

The root of Arthur Jackman's initial paranoia was writing. When he broke free from the delusion of getting rich, it was hard to guarantee that he would not pick up this seemingly beautiful and hard work of typing again. Therefore, he had already left a tablet for backup in it. Anyway, he didn't need to worry that Arthur Jackman would find the tablet to call the police.

The reason why we didn't take it out from the beginning was to allow Arthur Jackman to understand the true meaning of "working down-to-earth". After all, pursuing dreams requires facing life and reality first. Getting rid of this directly made Arthur Jackman write a book just to go on the old path of being a soft-hearted person before, so this tablet exists only as a backup plan.

I didn't expect that I actually use it now.

Successfully achieved the achievement... Keep the author in the dark room and write!

Unfortunately, the game system is really not powerful, and such a great innovation does not give you an achievement title or achievement point.

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I know that due to the slow update, there must be a large group of people who want to send me a blade to close the dark room. In this way, if you substitute us in Arthur Jackman, do you feel proud and refreshed?/Manual funny.
Chapter completed!