376 The Mechanism of Death, the Countermeasure of Salted Fish

"Damn, what the hell is wrong with him?"

Darien, who was sitting on a nearby park swing, tried to contact her "owner" with a throat microphone, but no matter how much she tried, there was no response.

Through the positioning software in the mobile phone, she and Lin Chi can quickly confirm each other's location, and Darian saw that the location of Lin Chi's mobile phone was in an unfinished building in the ruins in front.

But the problem now is that with her combat strength alone, even in the past, she could only be sent to death......

The thought of the lazy man might have fainted, or even died. Darien suddenly became nervous.

Even if Lin Chi usually looks unreliable, that guy is his employer after all, not to mention, in Dalian's opinion, that guy can be regarded as a gentle "good man".

The small face under the black hood crumpled, and the girl began to try to hack into the database inside the base as fast as she could, only to find that the server there was not working, and it looked like it was either broken or the power was out.

Even the most advanced hackers will not be able to hack into a device that is not open at all. Sensing that something was wrong, Darien stood up and cast a confused gaze at the abandoned buildings in the distance.

"What's going on......" she muttered quietly.

Seeing that the other party had turned off all the electronic devices directly, Darian could only change the direction of the investigation, and once again find the temporary web page that he had turned out once before, and began to investigate from this aspect.

She soon discovered that someone other than herself had hacked the page.

Although the other intruder was not badly hidden, it was not worth mentioning at all in front of Darien. The girl quickly found out the origin of the intruder, who must have invaded from a location called "Crawford Industries".

Darian opened the official webpage of Crawford Industries, and when she saw the familiar photo of the "chairman" position, and the name below, her heart sank:

Appearing in the picture is a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a mid-style hairstyle, who looks personable. His name is marked in black letters next to it:

Mark. Hoffman.

……

Lin Chi slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a cold iron gray, and the bloody breath stimulated the nasal cavity of the virtual character, making him feel the urge to sneeze.

He lowered his head, and saw that his backpack and torn clothes were missing, and he was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, sitting on a cold metal chair, his legs seemed to be numb, and he was completely unconscious.

"Damn, are you playing this again......" he cursed in his heart.

At this time, his body was as heavy as being filled with mercury, and Lin Chi wanted to raise his arm, but found that he couldn't even do this simple action.

Ding Ding ......

A soft sound from behind him alerted Lin Chi, and the cold touch on the back of his neck made him realize that there was something installed in the back of his head, as for the sound of metal hitting just now, it should be......

Lin Chi turned his head with great difficulty, and saw an old TV using a picture tube on the blood-stained operating table behind him, and in addition, an iron chain hung down from behind him and was connected to a heavy engine installed in the wall behind him.

"Is it 'Three'?"

Seeing this scene, Lin Chi quickly realized that he should have been caught by the murderer who let the victim decide his life and death. In this way, the reason why the people in the underground base die with such an "artistic sense" can be explained.

"Huh."

Lin Chi opened his mouth and let out a hoarse laugh.

After listening to Darien's story, he was intrigued by the legendary Inquisitor. Due to the limitations of the type of brain imaging games, games that are too bloody and scary will not pass the review, and similar plots have only been seen in movies before. So now......

"What tricks do you want to play?"

Lin Chi cleared his throat and tried to move his body, his originally weak body finally regained some strength, at least he could stand up.

As if seeing his movements, the TV that was originally in a state of black screen suddenly lit up, and a white mask appeared on the screen, the eyes were completely dark red, the cheekbones were unusually protruding outward, and there were two red circles painted on the cheeks, which looked like some kind of funny doll:

Under Lin Chi's gaze, on the screen with poor picture quality, the doll's mouth closed one by one, making a strange sound:

"Hello, outsider, I want to play a game with you."

"I know you're a killer intending to assassinate so-called 'war watchers,' but why would you do that? You, like the war watchers, are a hopeless sinner. ”

"Many of those you killed went to hell without even having a chance to resist, and when they died, they didn't know who killed them."

"He who does not fear life does not deserve it at all. Then let's see, when you face death yourself, can you, with blood on your hands, continue to maintain the calmness when you kill? ”

"The chain around your neck, attached to the engine in the rear, will pull your body backwards, even if it touches the wall, and it won't stop until you rip off your head and pull it into the engine and twist it to pieces."

"One of the engine's power cables is in the tempered glass container next to it, and you just have to put your hand in it and rip off that power cord to stop the engine and open the sensor lock on the back of your head."

"So...... Do you want to give up a hand in exchange for your life, or wait for your head to be torn to shreds? The rest of the decision is up to you. ”

The picture on the TV screen turned into flickering snowflakes, and Lin slowly stood up, came to the glass box behind the TV screen, and looked at the inside of the box.

The height of that glass box was almost at Lin Chi's waist. Anchored in the center of the glass case was a power cord peeking out of the ground, the rubber on which had peeled off, and the exposed wire was crackling and sparkling.

There was only one opening in the entire glass box, located on the right side of the box, and the opening was just the size of the opening for him to reach into, but the metal ring embedded in the opening, and the dense blades exposed on the metal ring, showed that things were not so simple.

- If you put your hand in it, your right arm will undoubtedly be cut by the blade, and even if you can tear off the wire, you will pay the price of being crippled. So now......

Click!

The engines on the walls began to roar and run, and at a slow but unstoppable speed, they began to tighten the chains behind Lin Chi's head.

Seeing that the chain was about to pull itself out of the glass box, it would be useless to struggle no matter how much he struggled. Lin Chi, who had just regained some strength, reached out to pick up the TV and slammed it on the tempered glass box.

Bang!

The glass container was as solid as a rock, still standing firmly on the ground, but the TV in Lin Chi's arms was smoking.

"Okay......"

Realizing that this trick had no effect, Lin Chi took a deep breath and lowered his head to stare at the glass container where only a few cracks appeared.

- Do you really want to do this?

If you don't, there's no other way!

In the case of "life and death", the will to survive finally prevailed over something else, Lin Chi put down the TV in his arms, squatted next to the opening of the glass box and looked at it, as if confirming the height. And then......

He stood up and unfastened the belt around his waist.

Hiss......

The sparkling wires in the glass container were short-circuited by the "water", and the engine that was running finally came to a slow stop.

As the engine stopped, the iron chain that was originally attached to the back of Lin Chi's head also slid down weakly.

"I'm so sorry."

Lin Chi said as he fastened his belt again, turned around and walked towards the black metal door by the wall.

Now that you've solved the killer's first trap with a soak of urine, it's time to see what other tricks that guy has up his sleeve.