Chapter 485 D's Will

In the rest room, Rijkaard touched his neck and looked at the two black men aside.

"What are you looking at! I'm going to stuff your head into the PY!" The black man named Tom was extremely irritable.

However, Tom's appearance was not fierce at all.

His whole body has been transformed into a cartoon macho, his hairstyle has been frozen... his nose has been blurred, his mouth is completely pink, and even his teeth can't be seen.

Only when he is gnashing his teeth and swearing angrily can he see a row of bright white teeth.

When he saw Rijkaard, he was naturally extremely angry. Not to mention being on the list, this person appeared as the beginning again and again.

Just talking about him Tom, this guy wrote it.

Rijkaard sneered and made no excuse.

Tom, it was only because he heard that this guy was a gang member and had maimed someone before that he wrote him down.

Of course, Rijkaard was not seeking death, because he was convinced that Tom couldn't find him. He was either a particularly powerful person or just a little gangster.

On the other hand, when Tom knows the rules and is in Solitaire, has a bad temper and a gun, he might kill the next person who writes them.

In this way, he will also benefit from this and survive this round.

Every round, as long as someone dies first, it will not be random but will end directly.

Unexpectedly, things took a huge turn for the better.

The Franklin that Tom wrote about was actually caught by a mysterious agency, and learned the rules of the game through various methods, and used incomparable magical methods to save them.

Rijkaard touched his neck again. His head could no longer be removed. The parts that were originally bizarrely separated were perfectly fused.

This is not the most bizarre thing. The most bizarre thing is the cartoon hunk Tom in front of me. His style of painting has completely changed.

It's simply not something that technology can explain, not even magic, cartoon people? What the hell is this?

"Stop arguing, I don't even blame you... How can this not drag people into trouble? Now that we have been saved, why are we still worrying about this?" Franklin said something fair on the side.

Rijkaard saw this and said hurriedly: "That's right, if I don't do that, I will die."

He is the first every time. If he doesn't write about others, his mortality rate is 100%.

Although it hindered the rules and everyone spoke vaguely, each other could understand what they meant.

Tom snorted, with a two-dimensional arrogant look on his face.

He just vented his anger casually. If he blamed Rijkaard, Franklin could blame him too.

This happens to everyone, so don’t blame anyone else.

If you really want to take the initiative not to write about others, it's D-92933.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the D-class personnel sitting in the corner eating and drinking and showing no desire to chat with them.

They already know that this man is a death row prisoner and should have been executed long ago, but because there is such a thing as a death list in the world, he was used as a test subject.

"Hey! How can you still eat? Don't they usually give you food?" Tom shouted at the D-class personnel.

The D-class personnel raised their heads and grinned: "Because special spices are added to this delicacy, you won't get tired of it. Usually in the cafeteria, I can only eat one portion for one person. Thanks to you this time, you won't eat the other three portions. , then I won’t eat for nothing.”

Rijkaard looked at the steak on the table and didn't think there was anything special about it.

Then he asked: "You look very relaxed, aren't you afraid of death?"

The D-class personnel wiped his mouth after eating and said: "Who is not afraid of death? It is precisely because of the fear of death that we should cherish every second of life."

As he spoke, he took the tea cup to the machine nearby and received a cup of black tea.

"Who are they? Do they often do experiments on you? Tell us." Franklin asked after seeing this guy's consciousness.

These people are full of curiosity about Blue and White Club.

While they were sitting here waiting for the death list to be killed, they couldn't talk much about the rules of the game, so they could only turn the topic to the Blue and White Club.

The only person present who was relatively familiar with the Blue and White Club was this D-class personnel.

The D-class personnel smiled and said: "Who they are, I can't say. In short, they are really trying to save you, so you don't have to think too much."

Speaking of this, he looked slightly bitter and said: "I have experienced similar things many times, and you are not considered very dangerous."

Tom said angrily: "Isn't this dangerous? There are only four of us!"

He couldn't say much, but the meaning was very clear. There were only four people in this round, and the probability of death was one in four!

Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel sighed: "To be honest, because of your incident, I was transferred from another experiment nearby, which actually saved my life."

"There is an uncanny valley right in Nevada. No one who has entered it has come out, and we still don't know how those people lost contact or died."

"In comparison, I clearly know the rules of this experiment, and I won't die immediately..."

"I was originally going to be sent into the Uncanny Valley, but luckily things like you showed up, so I could survive for a few more days..."

Everyone looked at each other in horror. It turned out that this man was going to a place where he would die. He was transferred from there because the death list was discovered, but he was saved.

This is just a matter of living a few more days. Faced with such a life, can he not be optimistic?

As he said, you can only cherish every second of your life.

"You must be strong. Try it. The food of the Blue and White Club chef is delicious." The D-class personnel smiled and pointed to the specially reserved steak.

They got up and tasted it, and sure enough it tasted great, with a spice that they had never tasted before filling their taste buds.

"You don't look like a death row prisoner..." Tom said. In fact, he had killed people. Except for a few friends who had also killed people, no one else knew about it.

The few powerful people he knew were not barbaric and cruel, and would dare to kill people when they got angry. Looking at the D-class personnel in front of him, they didn't look like they had done big things.

The D-class personnel smiled and said: "What kind of explosive mentality and hysteria are just accelerating their own death. Those who can't face reality and face people with strength will die."

Tom smiled disdainfully and said: "I mean, you don't look like a ruthless person. Have you really killed anyone? People who do great things must be ruthless. Instead of being sluggish like you and thinking about living your life all day long."

The D-class personnel was stunned and laughed: "I know what you are referring to. I have seen a lot of the stereotyped image of death row prisoners in your eyes. There are also D-class personnel like that. But no matter how ruthless the person is, the blue Bai She also needs to be honest."

"Surviving here depends not on cruelty and violence, but on the will to survive."

"The truly cruel people I have seen are not cruel to others, but to themselves."

"Those who cannot be cruel to themselves will not live long."

Tom was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward and knocked the D-class personnel to the ground with a punch.

"What bullshit will to survive? I'm going to step on you now, what can you do?" Tom said disdainfully.

"Doctor! Doctor! I'm about to be beaten to death by him!" the D-class personnel shouted while squatting with their heads in their hands.

Everyone was stunned, and then heard the loudspeaker in the room saying: "Tom Irwin, stop immediately, otherwise I will force you to calm down."

"Fuck! Isn't he a death row prisoner? Just let him die, and all three of us can be saved!" Tom yelled.

"We must determine whether death can be resisted, he cannot die yet!" said the voice on the loudspeaker.

"That……"

"Go back to your seat, Tom Irving!" the doctor said coldly.

Tom made a sound, kicked the D-class personnel away, sat down on the sofa, and cursed: "You are a coward, I thought you were a character! Just hide under your doctor father's ass and cry!" gram!"

The D-class personnel said nothing, wiped the nosebleed, squatted at the door and watched them silently, looking like a coward.

Tom ignored him and just chatted with another black man, Franklin.

Franklin was actually angry that he wrote about himself, but he was worried about his physical strength, so he chatted with him pleasantly.

Two hours later, Tom was on the sofa taking his cross necklace to pick out his ears. He found that after turning into a cartoon person, there was more earwax than before.

He found it quite interesting, so he picked out his ears and played with it out of boredom.

Suddenly my whole body was shaken. My ears spurted out blood mist!

The blood mist was like a fire hose, spraying out more than three meters away and washing against the wall.

Not only that, blood mist also erupted from his mouth and nose, venting like a torrent of steam. Soon everyone around him was sprayed with blood on their faces and bodies.

The sofa on the wall was also covered with tiny blood drops that had evaporated and then condensed.

"Ahhh!" Tom yelled as he saw blood spurting out.

The two people next to him also looked at him in horror, especially Rijkaard, who knew very well that what he wrote was blood evaporation, and Tom was in danger of death!

Franklin also realized this, and couldn't help but feel a little lucky, because no matter what the Blue and White Society did to Tom, whether he could be saved or not, at least he was fine.

"I'm not dead! Hahaha!" Tom jumped up in surprise. Although the blood spray was terrifying, he felt fine. It seemed to be just a small bleeding.

Hearing him shout this, everyone was overjoyed. Is the Blue and White Club so powerful? Can you resist this curse?

Turning people into cartoons and not dying even after evaporating so much blood?

Franklin was overjoyed. Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly shocked and covered his left kidney with his hand.

He said nothing. Others were still in ecstasy, but the D-class personnel were always observing them. They were shocked when they saw Franklin's instinctive movement.

I saw the D-class personnel shouting wildly: "Doctor! Everyone will die again, stitch it up!"

As he spoke, he grabbed his hair with both hands, held his head, pressed it on his neck, and pushed his body to the ground.

The other three people still don't know why. Tom thinks this person is mentally retarded?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a pop, and a blood line appeared on the necks of Tom and Rijkaard at the same time, and blood oozed from them.

Rijkaard felt as if his neck had been cut off instantly, and he shook in horror. As a result, his head slipped and fell off.

Tom, on the other hand, lay motionless. Although his head was decapitated, his head was not separated.

"Bang!" At the same time, the door suddenly opened, and a doctor rushed to Rijkaard in an instant, caught his head, and sutured him with needles and threads that seemed to be lifted by the air.

Although Tom was lying at the door, he still chose to rescue Rijkaard first.

Mo Qiong followed closely and saw the D-class personnel on the ground. Although the heads were not separated, they were broken. The spine, nerves, veins, trachea, and muscles were all transected!

Even if the D-class personnel lie down in advance and hold down tightly, it can only slightly ease the death. The blood pressure of the human body will squeeze the blood out of the gap, and the disconnected nerves cannot be connected by being close together.

At this time, the D-class personnel's eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open and twitching, and the blood on his face faded instantly.

However, Mo Qiong could see the blazing will to survive in his eyes, and he glanced at Mo Qiong with a slight movement of his eyes.

"Save him!" Mo Qiong shouted.

There are many doctors, but here, there is only one doctor with absolute suture ability. They never thought that the two people who were destined to be beheaded would be executed at the same time.

There was no jamming. After randomly killing Tom, because Tom was not dead, Franklin was killed again!

It was just because the heart of the stone was too strong that Franklin almost did not experience death. He instinctively touched his kidney, but he just felt the beating of the kidney stone...

But this detail was noticed by the D-class personnel, and instantly realized that the killing was still going on, so he loudly reminded the Blue and White Society and took some simple measures that might delay death.

"Puff!" Mo Qiong and the D-class personnel looked at each other, and instantly a needle was inserted into the D-class personnel's head, directly injecting the drug from the cerebral cortex into the skull.

Mo Qiong knew that after the head was cut off, the brain would stop circulating blood, but it would not lose all oxygen instantly, and there would still be a few seconds of consciousness.

Theoretically, if it was just a beheading, because the brain was still intact, the person did not die instantly.

The member's explosive drug can replenish everything needed by life cells, and does not need to be transported through blood circulation, it will directly nourish the cells.

However, because it is also a stimulant, at this moment of urgent need for life, the drug effect is too overbearing. In addition to replenishing the brain's oxygen content, it is almost destroying the brain at the same time.

But in an emergency, he would die immediately if he was not injected.

"Click..." The D-class personnel's eyeballs moved again, and the vocal cords even made a slight sound.

The vibrant explosive drug really kept his consciousness, and he climbed back when the brain function was about to stop and consciousness was about to be lost.

However, this only changed from a few seconds of dying to more than thirty seconds of dying.

Moreover, more than 30 seconds is still theoretical. If a person's brain thinks that he is dead, even if the oxygen content is sufficient, it will actively expel all the oxygen.

The first second of human death is counted from the first second after the brain expel all the oxygen.

The will to survive of this D-class personnel is indeed very tenacious. His eyes seem to have lost their sight, but he still conveys the strong desire to survive like a raging fire.

He doesn't even know if anyone can see him at this moment, but he still stubbornly insists on calling for help as much as possible.

The eighteenth second of death...

The doctor gave up Rijkaard and turned to rescue him.

The exquisite suture combined all the broken nerves and blood vessels together, trying to restore the blood circulation of the brain.

However, this operation takes time.

The twenty-eight seconds of death...

Mo Qiong did not hesitate and gave another shot.

But the brain has its limits. Mo Qiong estimated that even if the fire of the D-class personnel did not go out, the brain could not hold on. The second shot will last at most ten more seconds.

Mo Qiong was helpless about this. He could only do so much. When he collapsed, he was able to hold on until his main vitality was rescued, not by injections, but by the stone heart.

But the stone heart is not suitable for decapitation. The brain loses blood circulation, and the nourishing effect of medicine alone is minimal.

The only useful thing is that it provides a theoretical consciousness existence time. Next, it depends on whether he can hold on to the last second.

Thirty-six seconds of dying...

The doctor stood up and said: "The brain stem is saved, the autonomous breathing function is restored, and the blood circulation is restored, but if the brain is dead, it has no meaning."

Mo Qiong squatted down and called the number of the D-class personnel: "D-92933, can you hear me?"

The D-class personnel's eyelids were half closed, trembling, and his eyeballs rolled slightly.

Mo Qiong called several more times, and he responded.

"Incredible... He is still alive..." The doctor said happily.

Although he saved Rijkaard first, Rijkaard died, and his head fell off, and he died faster.

When the doctor rushed over to suture, he also gave two injections, but this guy lost consciousness, and within two seconds, his brain lost its emotional thinking ability, and his brain waves flattened. And eight seconds later, his brain stem function lost, and he was completely brain dead.

Suturing also takes time. After the injection of the drug, he still died so quickly, and the Blue and White Society's miracle doctor couldn't save him.

In comparison, the D-class personnel lingered for a full thirty-six seconds, and the brain never thought he was dead.

After the blood circulation in the brain was restored, consciousness still existed, which was a miracle.

"The next step is to slowly recuperate. His reticular structure, cranial nerve nucleus, and medullary vascular motor center are all severely damaged, and the situation cannot be said to be stable." The doctor said.

Mo Qiong nodded and looked at the other survivors.

They were all stunned. This D-class personnel was beheaded and forced to live for more than half a minute.

Rijkaard, who was beheaded at the same time, was already dead, and he was delayed by the doctor for eighteen seconds. Most people's bodies would be cold, but he survived. It's simply a monster.

But this man was not a monster. Tom knocked him to the ground with a slap. He was just a thin boy.

"When I saved Rijkaard just now, I confirmed one thing. No white membrane appeared during the suture. This means that although the death list forcibly beheaded the person whose beheading buff had been removed, it was just a beheading. The death after beheading was not a special killing, but was left to nature." said the doctor.

Mo Qiong hummed. In this case, as long as the beheaded people are all D-level personnel with a strong will to survive, they can still be rescued in time and not necessarily die.

This D-level personnel proved to them that the lethality of the death list is reflected in "killing" rather than "killing".

After killing, rescue quickly and you can survive!

"But... Rijkaard is dead, where is the paper?"

Mo Qiong soon received the news that the containment appeared at Hines' place.

The number one position has changed. The second living person recorded on the list, who was once skipped, has now rejoined the chain.

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p.s: Sorry. I don't want to divide the chapters. This chapter has 5,000 words. It just returns to the even-numbered chapter number.