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Chapter 347
Chapter 347
The next afternoon.
It was the fifth day Arthur Jackman had been kidnapped here.
"Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!"
Inside the jigsaw chamber, Arthur Jackman collapsed on the ground, panting violently like a cow, his naked body wearing only a pair of shorts was flushed, like a cooked prawn, especially his eyes , It was extremely red and covered with bloodshot eyes.
Sometimes the will and the body really are two completely different things.
Perhaps with 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 routine situation after all.
The life-and-death crisis brought him a huge sense of urgency and motivation, but his current physical condition could no longer bear it.
Yesterday afternoon, he was full of motivation and earned another ten coins, but it also brought more difficult to relieve physical fatigue, even if he had a full night's sleep after eating and drinking, he couldn't relieve it.
Under the accumulation of these fatigues, it became difficult and painful for him to complete a round of "work" in the morning, and in the afternoon, his body had reached the verge of collapse from extreme fatigue, and it was really not something he could sustain with willpower.
Every push-up is an extremely painful torture, and even now he is thinking all the time, maybe he might just be killed by a bomb and it will be all over, so it will be easier anyway.
"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 on his eyelids that affected his vision, and continued to pose for push-ups.
It's a pity that just barely propping up his body, his arms were sore and trembling, and the joints of his hands softened before he could hold on for a second, and he fell directly to the floor.
As a last resort, Arthur Jackman could only grit his teeth, got up and came to the display stand in the work area, and looked at the two gadgets left by the 'devil' inside.
First is the dagger.
He stared at the dagger twice, and finally gave it up.
Although writing a book for several years has achieved nothing, it has also exposed him to a lot of messy knowledge. With his current body after strenuous exercise, his blood may flow out uncontrollably if he is stabbed.
Moreover, his current body is still in an extremely weak and overdrawn state, and if he loses blood, he might faint and die suddenly.
"The devil of shit."
Cursing weakly, Arthur Jackman gritted his teeth, and with a trembling right hand picked up the two 'beautiful photos' that he hadn't touched since he put them back.
Looking at the past, it is still the double sensory torture of ju tight vomiting, like a meme weapon with mental pollution attached.
"Shet! Shit!"
Unable to bear to look directly at it, Arthur Jackman violently threw the two photos to the ground again, stepped on his foot, then raised his head and shouted at the surveillance camera, "Protest, I want to protest!" ! Jigsaw, come out for me!"
"..."
silence.
Two seconds later, the sound of the jigsaw finally sounded: "Oh? You want to protest? What are you protesting?"
"I want to protest against your discrimination against mental workers! There is a bug in this secret room of yours. It can symbolize manual workers and even sex workers. Why is there no intellectual labor?"
Arthur Jackman still looked irritated and grumpy.
But he was actually betting that Jigsaw was a person who was 'reasonable' enough and pursued perfection, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on for a few days no matter whether it was sweat, blood or x-fluid.
"Intellectual work?"
Li Si, who was monitoring the place from the air, thought for a moment, and immediately understood what Arthur Jackman meant, and said happily: "What intellectual work can you do? Continue to write novels that you have never finished?"
"Why not? It's up to me whether I can write it or not, but you must at least ensure that you have it. Isn't your secret room just trying to reconstruct the plight of survival in symbolic form?"
Hearing the sound of the jigsaw, Arthur Jackman heaved a sigh of relief, suppressed his somewhat secret joy and argued hard.
"Well, your reasons are good enough."
Jigsaw was silent for a while, as if he was in deep thought, before saying after a while: "But you need to understand that your laziness and decadence will no longer be tolerated here. If your works are not satisfactory, you will still face death."
"Of course, I already have a great idea, and I have enough creative passion and motivation."
Arthur Jackman could no longer restrain the joy in his heart, and secretly made a cheering gesture to himself from the bottom of his heart.
Creation has always been his dream. Although it turned into getting rich later, the dream has never faded, and this is not only the ability to choose the 'job' he loves, but also his first victory in the confrontation with Jigsaw.
In the following time, the two had a 'friendly' discussion on work and remuneration, er... well, it was a one-sided friendly discussion.
Jigsaw stipulated a mandatory daily number of words for him to create, and he also needed to satisfy Jigsaw after reviewing it before he could get [-] skull coins.
At the same time, the things he created will also be published and promoted by Jigsaw on the Internet. If there are enough positive comments from the audience, there will be certain incentives, not only the skull coins, but even the profits of books on the Internet will also be based on a certain percentage. Transfer money to Mina's account.
"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 inside."
After the negotiation, Jigsaw said so.
Hearing this, Arthur Jackman with a smile on his face froze, turned his head to look at the display stand, and the smile froze on his face.
"So he expected it long ago? Isn't the lack of symbolic meaning of intellectual labor a bug?"
……
"Shut the author in a small dark room to type, do I fulfill the wish of countless readers in previous lives?"
Li Si also had a weird smile on his face at this time.
Since ancient times, readers have had two wishful wishes, one is to send the author a razor blade, and the other is to lock the author in a small dark room and force code words.
He wasn't prepared for the former, but the latter was still within his plan.
The root of Arthur Jackman's paranoia at the beginning 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 career of hard coding, so he had already left a book in it. The tablet is a backup, anyway, with Skynet monitoring data exchange, he doesn't need to worry that Arthur Jackman will find the tablet and call the police.
The reason why it was not taken out at the beginning is to let Arthur Jackman understand the true meaning of "steady work". After all, chasing dreams also needs to face life and reality first. Breaking away from this directly makes Arthur Jackman Writing a book is nothing more than embarking on the old path of eating soft rice, so this tablet only exists as a backup solution.
Didn't expect it to come in handy now.
Successfully achieved the achievement... Shut down the author's code word in the small black room!
It's a pity that the game system is really not powerful, and such a great pioneering work does not give an achievement title and achievement points.
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I know that because of the slow update, there must be a large group of people who want to send me blades to close the small black house~ In this way, you will replace us with Arthur Jackman, don’t you feel elated? /manual funny.
Don’t send me the blade after you’ve vented your anger, I’m afraid~ I have a knife for Arthur, if you can’t bear it, you can use the ticket instead of the knife, and use the recommended monthly ticket to hit me~ Well, it’s up to Jiang Zi to decide.
(End of this chapter)