Chapter 764: The far end of room 323 is unreachable_2
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“Damn it!”
Seeing this scene, Jack Thompson couldn’t help but mutter a curse under his breath, his face full of frustration and helplessness. At this moment, he was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in front of the thorny cage, with urgent and frantic footsteps.
Apart from the “tick-tock, tick-tock” sound of the timer, the only other sound in the entire room was Jack Thompson’s heavy footsteps on the ground. Time was mercilessly slipping away, second by second. Five minutes had passed, yet he remained hesitant, unable to take that step into the cage.
The livestream audience watched Jack Thompson pacing on the spot, gradually losing patience, and expressed their dissatisfaction and confusion in the bullet comments.
“Seriously! Five minutes have already passed, is he going in or not? Is he planning to give up struggling and wait to die?” one anxious viewer commented.
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“He looked so fierce just now, why is he so cowardly now? It’s really disappointing,” another viewer mocked.
“No need to worry, everyone. In my opinion, when the host set up this mechanism, they must have already figured out this scumbag’s cunning nature. As long as there’s a glimmer of hope for escape, he’ll definitely grit his teeth and go in,” a more composed viewer analyzed, trying to calm everyone’s emotions.
Meanwhile, in the livestream, Jack Thompson felt his physical condition worsening. The bleeding in his stomach left him weak, and he knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer. Sitting and waiting to die was never his character; since it was no longer possible to escape unscathed, he could only choose to fight desperately for a glimmer of hope.
Thinking of this, Jack Thompson decisively took off his suit jacket, turned it inside out, and held it in front of himself as a shield, intending to carve a path of survival through the thorny cage.
He tentatively took two steps into the thorny cage and found that the sharp thorns only made a few small cuts on his jacket and pants, causing no actual harm to his body. Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Jack Thompson’s eyes. He held the suit jacket firmly and quickened his pace, walking briskly towards the clearing in the center of the room.
However, seeing this scene, the viewers who had earlier mocked Jack Thompson were not pleased, expressing their opinions in the bullet comments.
“Wow! Is that really possible? If I’d known, the host should have stripped this scumbag’s clothes off before, so he couldn’t exploit loopholes!” one viewer said angrily.
“It’s alright. He’s only walked a few meters now, and his clothes are already cut to shreds. If he walks another ten meters, by then, his clothes will no longer provide any protection. When he’s caught in a dilemma, that’s when the real game begins,” another viewer analyzed, seemingly confident in the host’s design.
“The viewer above is clearly a regular, analyzing the host’s methods so clearly,” another viewer chimed in.
“Also, the host chose this room shape deliberately. When Jack Thompson falls into despair, this long narrow room will seem infinitely elongated in his eyes, which is actually backed by psychology,” a viewer with some psychological knowledge added.
“Ferrari full support for the host! 10 yachts!——Amazing, no need to say more, let’s show some support!” a generous viewer sent a lavish gift to express their support and admiration for the host.
For a moment, the livestream room was filled with various gifts like planes, rockets, yachts, and cars, making the scene very lively.
This livestream lasted much longer than the previous two times. According to Lin Mo’s estimate, after this livestream ends, the gift income should easily surpass a million. Thinking of this, Lin Mo refocused his gaze on Jack Thompson in the livestream.
At this point, Jack Thompson had traversed nearly half of the entire thorny cage. As the number of wires kept increasing further ahead, he had to slow down, moving forward with great difficulty. As time passed, the cuts on the suit jacket in front of him multiplied, becoming tattered and full of holes, while his pants were already riddled and could no longer offer protection. Fine wounds appeared on his legs, with blood seeping out, staining his pant legs red.
“Ah!!!”
Suddenly, Jack Thompson let out a scream. He quickly dropped his right hand, clutching his thigh tightly. A long, sharp thorn had pierced his thigh, slicing a deep wound from bottom to top, with the skin and flesh turning outward, and the vivid red blood gushing out, instantly dyeing his entire right leg red, a shocking sight.
However, calamity never comes alone. While his attention was focused on the wound on his right leg, the suit jacket held in his left hand, which served as his front shield, accidentally fell to the ground through a gap. Jack Thompson hurried to pick it up, only to be tightly caught by the barbed wire around him, unable to move.
Until this point, Jack Thompson had no protection left in front of him, completely exposed to the threat of sharp thorns.
“Dammit!”
Jack Thompson cursed angrily, then lifted his head, seeing he was only a few steps away from the center clearing. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he covered his head with both arms and hunched over, attempting to charge forward recklessly.
“Ahhhh!!!!”
Just as his body moved a bit forward and made contact with the thorns, it was as if thousands of needles pierced him simultaneously, with excruciating pain invading his bones, causing him to let out a scream like a butchered pig.
But Jack Thompson did not stop moving. Enduring the intense pain, he continued to painstakingly inch toward the clearing. The thorns scraped over his body, sending splatters of blood in all directions and leaving countless wounds on him, with blood relentlessly flowing from them, painting his body a deep crimson.
Finally, after three minutes of arduous struggle and effort, Jack Thompson passed through the terrifying thorny cage and reached the central clearing. By now, his clothes were completely tattered into strips, beyond repair, and the wounds on his arms were horrific, too gruesome to bear looking at.
By this time, the timer showed that thirteen minutes had passed, and the time left for Jack Thompson was dwindling…
At this moment, Jack Thompson stood shakily on the clearing in the room, eyes unfocused, as if he could collapse at any moment. Waves of severe dizziness came upon him like roaring tides, and he knew it was a symptom caused by excessive blood loss. His life was slipping away like sand through an hourglass, and he understood that he couldn’t hold on for much longer.
Jack Thompson slowly shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Despite the excruciating pain in his body, he tore off the clothes that were already in tatters on him to use as a bandage, simply wrapping the wound on his arm, hoping to reduce the blood loss somewhat. Then, he raised his unbearably painful and trembling right hand, struggling to take down the key hanging in the center. His gaze slowly moved to the three tightly closed doors at the end of the thorny cage, his body involuntarily shivering slightly, and an indescribable fear and hesitation surged within him.
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