All the objects in the dark basement were stained with blood and rust, and the air was filled with a thick and smelly air.
The ground was wet, with body fluids dripping onto the ground after some unknown organ was split apart.
Only a faint glimmer of light filtered in from the crack of the iron door at the entrance, illuminating the room that might have been a prison cell or a slaughterhouse of some perverted murderer.
There was not much fresh air in the small, claustrophobic space, causing Joet Brown, who was imprisoned there, to feel chest tightness and irritability.
Perhaps the ventilation duct behind him was working, and a cold wind blew in, as if a pair of vicious and invisible hands gently swept across Joet Brown's back.
The iron door behind the door swayed gently in the cold wind, making a teeth-aching creaking sound.
In such a strange environment, all sounds seem to be amplified.
In such an unsettling environment, the boring and repetitive sounds are enough to make most people collapse, and the fear imagined by themselves will slowly devour their sanity, but Joet Brown is extremely calm.
His previous experience as a detective and investigator made him adapt quickly to these unusual environments.
Horrible murder scenes and ghost stories were just trivial matters to him.
Jobtran's strong psychological quality allowed him to calm down and wait calmly for the next changes.
Joet Brown slowly calculated the time in his mind. Time passed silently minute by minute. After he counted silently for fifteen minutes, the change happened.
The temperature in the room inexplicably dropped a lot without any influence from external factors, as if the air around him was frozen by invisible ice. Joet Brown shivered involuntarily.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion or a hallucination, but I seem to be able to hear a faint breathing sound in this cell.
At the same time, what came into my ears was the sound of ticking.
The sound came from above.
A beam of light shone through the keyhole of the iron door, just above Joet Brown.
Joet Brown looked up and saw a female corpse with a horrible death.
The female corpse had her stomach ripped open, and the wound from her belly button caused her intestines to hang out and coil on the ground. The corpse was missing her right hand.
The fluids in her body were the answer to the ticking sound earlier.
An iron hook pierced her crown, but her eyes were strangely wide open.
Her eyes widened with resentment, and her pale face, which had lost a lot of blood, looked at Joet Brown viciously, as if Joet Brown was the one who killed her.
The wind behind him became stronger, and the female corpse, which was originally hanging naturally, swayed with the wind.
“The atmosphere was quite nice.
Is this round a test of sanity?"
Joet Brown muttered to himself.
In the dim light, Joet Brown vaguely saw a tattoo on the female corpse's foot.
He walked under the skirt of the female corpse and looked up slightly.
The tattoo was in the shape of a key, and the pattern of the key matched the handcuffs on his hands.
“The designer’s bad taste.”
Jobtran muttered to himself, then fell to his knees and searched.
Joet Brown overcame the physical discomfort that was difficult for ordinary people to suppress, and personally searched through the pile of women's hanging intestines.
He gently kneaded each piece with his hands, looking for the key that might be there.
The intestines in his hands were not only slippery, but also warm. Jobtran knew that it was the remaining body temperature of the corpse.
“The temperature also proves that this female corpse has only been dead for a short time.
He should have died within five hours, and then been hung here, so...
Isn't it true that the key must be in the intestines?"
Although this was just his speculation, Joet Brown still did not miss any piece of intestine.
An action so disgusting that it made one vomit out overnight meals was completed by Joet Brown with just a cold expression.
——
“This is disgusting.”
"Does anyone have a barf bag? I need to go throw up."
"Forensic professionals are fearless and even feel a little bit disappointed."
The old students watched the live broadcast of Joe Butran on the screen and began to comment on it.
They watched from a God's perspective and only had a visual impact, but could not personally experience the five senses that Joet Brown was experiencing at that moment.
Arnold sat on a bench not far from the screen, feeling a little worried about Joet Brown.
Although he knew Joet Brown's strengths and weaknesses, the designer this time was a well-known genius in the university.
Can Joet Brown pass the extremely difficult comprehensive test
Such a question came to his mind, and then Arnold shook his head and laughed at himself.
If among so many newcomers, even Joet Brown cannot successfully pass all the designed levels, then the difficulty of this test needs to be adjusted.
At the same time, Jobtran felt that there seemed to be someone outside the door, walking quietly to the door and looking at him.
The man squatted on the ground, watching Jobtran's every move excitedly through the keyhole.
"hey-hey..."
The man laughed softly, his breathing rapid, as if he was enjoying it and urging Joe Butran to move on to the next step.
Joe Butran stood up and slowly reached into the abdominal cavity of the female corpse.
Apart from the intestines, the stomach pouch and the space behind the diaphragm are the most suitable for storing things.
Joet Brown found the key in the stomach, which still contained acid. However, after all this time, the remaining gastric acid in the stomach had begun to react with the iron on the surface of the key.
The patterns on some keys are no longer obvious. If you are slower, the patterns will disappear completely and the key itself will become a useless piece of scrap metal.
He rubbed the key on the female corpse, then put it in his mouth and bit it, turned his head and unlocked the handcuffs on his hands.
The shackles on his feet have not been removed yet, which will affect his ability to move.
Seeing that Jobtran had opened the handcuffs, the man outside the door took out the key, opened the door a little, and threw a blunt saw in.
The saw tumbled in the air and landed in front of Jobtran in an eerily perfect parabola.
The man outside the door chuckled again, then put his hands on the door with only his eyes showing, watching Joet Brown's next move.
There was a faint light outside the door, but from Jobtran's perspective he could only see a blurry figure.
Jobtran did not immediately pick up the saw that was thrown in, not because he was afraid that there was some messy curse on the saw, but because he was observing his own environment with more light.
The saw was just an ordinary saw, but the room was no ordinary room.
The wall was covered with moss, but the wall behind the moss was dark, as if it had been burned by fire.
Part of the wall was cracked, and those cracks seemed to form a pattern, which was an extremely bright smiling face.
The man clinging to the door originally had a slight smile on his face, but when he saw Joet Brown lying motionless, his eyes began to turn sinister.
The nails on his hands were black, and he knocked hard on the door, followed by a series of teeth-grinding friction sounds.
He stared at Jobtran with gnashed teeth, as if he was very dissatisfied with why he didn't pick up the saw.
Joet Brown frowned, then sighed.
"As you wish."
After saying that, he bent down and picked up the saw in front of him.
There was some flesh and blood stuck in the middle of each saw tooth, and those strands of flesh clearly reminded Joet Brown of the true purpose of this saw.
Joet-Brown tried sawing at the shackles, but the metal didn't budge, not even a scratch was left.
"It is true."
Joet Brown said this softly, then sat down on the ground pretending to be dejected and put the saw on the ground beside him.
Seeing this, the man outside the door started to push the door again, this time pounding on the iron door with gritted teeth.
Bang! Bang!
The series of high-frequency knocking sounds was disturbing, and Joet Brown acted in an abnormal state of fear.
If Columbia and Sif were here, they would definitely know that Joet Brown had started his performance.
It is a very common trick to attract the other party's attention by doing something abnormal to hide one's true intentions.
Whether it is a magician's performance or a charlatan's deception, they will use this little trick to achieve their goals.
First, use some exaggerated expressions and body gestures to divert the other person's attention, and then use your body to make some small movements at another angle.
That’s what Choate Brown is doing now.
He had previously broken off a rib from the woman's abdominal cavity and hid it in his sleeve in case of emergency.
When Jobtran discovered that he was being watched, he left a backup plan.
A good actor is one who always follows someone else’s script, but Joet Brown is not an actor, but an excellent investigator.
The person outside the door gradually pushed the door open, revealing his body.
Under the light, Joet Brown finally saw the man's true face.
His face was covered with stitches, and every joint had stitches.
He, no, it should be said that it, is not a person, but the body parts of many people put together.
One eye is big and the other is small, with the pupils in the two eyes being brown and blue respectively.
There is blonde hair and red hair on each side of the scalp, while the left hand belongs to a black man and the right hand belongs to a white woman.
The overall shape is completely asymmetrical, and even seems deformed in proportion.
But its body is incomplete.
It was missing its right leg.
"All the arrangements were aimed at my right leg which was shackled.
No wonder there are keys for handcuffs but no keys for shackles."
All of this flashed through Joet Brown's mind, filling in the incomplete puzzle.
The stitched monster in front of him slowly approached Jobtran with a weird and ugly smile, like a crack on the wall.
It picked up the saw on the ground with its strong left hand and walked towards Joet Brown with a silly smile.
It came closer step by step, and more and more fear appeared on Joet Brown's face.
Jobtran kept backing away until he was backed into a corner with nowhere to go.
The Stitched Monster waved the saw in his hand, and with his other hand pulled the chain on the ground that connected Joet Brown's shackles, and suddenly pulled Joet Brown's body in.
Although the Stitched Monster looks very strange, it possesses extremely terrifying power.
Jobtran's body was pulled by the chains of the shackles and he lost his balance.
His back was on the ground, but his right foot was lifted high because it was being pulled.
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"It's over, it's over. This freshman is going to be eliminated too."
"Let's get ready to disperse. This test is too perverted."
The old students sighed and some of them turned their heads away in dismay.
They seemed to have seen the scene where Stitcher sawed off Jobtran's right leg with a saw.
In the picture, the Stitched Monster was holding a saw high with a bright and weird smile on his face, and was about to swing the saw in his hand. But in the next second, Jobtran supported himself on the ground with both hands and suddenly exerted force to lift his body up.
The rib that was broken off from the female corpse protruded from the sleeve.
Jobtran used it as a dagger and penetrated the softer part of the Stitched Monster's lower abdomen.
After being injured, the Stitched Monster slowed down the movement of swinging the saw, and then let out a painful roar.
The sound of a baby crying stimulated Jobtran's eardrums, and Jobtran instinctively covered his ears.
The next second, Joe Butran heard a woman's roar.
"Who dares to touch my child?"
The roar made Jobtran see stars and he almost fainted.
At this time, the Stitched Monster was crying and screaming in pain.
Joet Brown gritted his teeth and shouted,
"I'm sorry."
He aimed the rib at the ugly head of the Stitched Monster and stabbed it hard.
The shrill cry of the baby stopped abruptly, and the body of the stitched monster fell to the ground.
Jobtran shook his head, regained his balance which had almost gone out of control, and immediately began to grope around the body of the stitched monster.
Sure enough, the key to the shackles was hidden on the Stitched Monster's body.
Jobtran immediately unlocked his shackles with the key and ran out.
It was a tunnel similar to that of an ancient castle, dark and ancient.
Joe Butran took the kerosene lamp at the door and ran straight to the end of the corridor.
When he arrived at the door of the castle, suddenly all the images stopped at that moment.
A graceful figure came up behind Joe Butler, looked at Joe Butler who was running, and frowned.
“Huh? You cleared all the levels I designed
Quite interesting.
Then I will add a special level for you.
If you can pass, you will be rewarded."
That person was the host of this test. She was an old acquaintance of Jobtran, the beautiful witch Selena who had fought side by side with Arnold in Umr City at that time.
She has the blood of Lilith and is second to none in the art of illusion.
After the tragedy of Umr, she went to Miskatonic University to work and develop mental illusions that could be used for teaching.
This test is the first trial version approved by the school.