Blue and White Society Chapter 474: The Will of D

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

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

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

He has turned into a cartoon hunk, his hairstyle has been frozen... his nose has been blurred, his open mouth is pink, and even his teeth can't be seen.

Only when you gnash your teeth and curse, you can see a row of white teeth.

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

Just say he is Tom, this is the guy who wrote it.

Rijkaard sneered, but didn't make any excuses.

Tom, he only wrote him when he heard that this guy was a member of a gang and had beaten people up.

Of course, Rijkaard is not trying to kill himself, because he is sure that Tom can't find him, he is either a particularly powerful person, or a gangster.

Conversely, when Tom knows the rules and is in Solitaire, grumpy and with a gun, he'll probably kill the next person who writes it up.

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

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

Unexpectedly, things took a huge turn for the better.

Franklin, whom Tom wrote, was actually caught by a mysterious organization, and learned the rules of the game through various methods, and tried to save them in an extremely magical way.

Rijkaard touched his neck again, his head could no longer be removed, and the parts that were originally separated were perfectly fused.

This is not the most bizarre thing, the most bizarre thing is the cartoon boy Tom in front of him, the painting style has changed immediately.

Simply can't be explained by technology, not even magic, cartoon people? What the **** is this?

"Stop arguing, I didn't even blame you... How can this not drag people into the water? Now that we are all saved, why are you still struggling with this?" Franklin said something fair from the side.

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

Every time he is the first, he does not write others, his mortality rate is 100%.

Although it hinders the rules, everyone speaks vaguely, but each other can understand what it means.

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

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

Everyone is like this, don't blame anyone.

If you really want to say that you voluntarily don't write about others, it's that D-92933.

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

They already knew that this person was a death row prisoner who 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 object.

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

The D-level personnel raised their heads and grinned: "Because of the special spices added to this kind of food, I will never get tired of eating it. I can only eat one serving in the cafeteria. Thanks to you this time, the other three servings If you don’t eat it, then I won’t eat it for nothing.”

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

He asked: "You look relaxed, aren't you afraid of death?"

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

Speaking, he took the teacup to the machine beside him and took a cup of black tea.

"Who are they? Do they often use you as an experiment? Tell us about it." Franklin had seen this guy's consciousness before, so he asked.

These people are full of curiosity about Lanbai Club.

While they were sitting on the death list, 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 is familiar with Lanbai Society is this D-level personnel.

The D-level personnel smiled and said: "Who are they?

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

Tom gasped: "Isn't it dangerous? Just the four of us!"

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

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

"In the state of Nevada, there is a valley of uncanny. So far, none of the people who have entered have come out, and until now it is not known how those people lost contact, or how they died."

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

"I was originally going to be sent into the uncanny valley, but luckily, something like yours happened, so I can live a few more days..."

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

That's it, it's just a few more days to live. Facing such a life, can he not be optimistic?

As he said, we can only cherish every second of being alive.

"One must be strong, try it, the food of the chef of Lanbai Club is delicious." The D-class personnel smiled and pointed to the steak that was specially reserved.

They went up to taste it, and it tasted really good, a kind of spice that they had never tasted before filled their taste buds.

"You don't look like a death row prisoner..." Tom said, he had actually killed someone, except for a few friends who also killed someone, no one knew about it.

The few powerful people he knew were not brutal and cruel, and they dared to kill people when they got angry. Looking at the D-level personnel in front of him, they didn't seem to have done big things.

The D-class personnel smiled and said: "What kind of mentality explosion, what kind of hysteria, are just accelerating their own death. Those who cannot face reality and face people with strength are all dead."

Tom smiled disdainfully and said: "I mean, you don't look like a ruthless person. Have you really killed someone? A person who does great things must be ruthless. It's not like you who are depressed and think about it all day long. live."

The D-level personnel were stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "I know what you mean. I have seen a lot of inherent images of death row prisoners in your eyes, and there are D-level personnel like that. But no matter how ruthless a person is, If you come to the Lanbai Club, you have to be honest."

"To survive here, one does not rely on cruelty and rage, but on the will to survive."

"The truly ruthless people I have met are not ruthless to others, but ruthless to themselves."

"People who can't be cruel to themselves will not live long."

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

"What **** will to survive, I'm stepping 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 yelled while crouching down with their heads in their hands.

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

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

"We must determine whether death can resist, he cannot die yet!" said the voice from the loudspeaker.

"Then..."

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

Tom made a cut, kicked the D-level personnel away, sat on the sofa with a big horse, and cursed: "So you're a coward, I thought you were a character! Hiding under your doctor's father's **** and crying Let's go! Fake!"

The D-class personnel didn't say a word, wiped the nosebleed, squatted at the door and watched them silently, looking like a coward.

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

Franklin was actually angry at him for writing about himself, but he was concerned about his physical strength, so he chatted with him pleasantly.

Two hours later, Tom was on the sofa picking out his earwax with his cross necklace. He found that after turning into a cartoon, there was more earwax than before. Tuo...

He thought it was very interesting, so he was bored playing with his ears here.

Suddenly I was shocked. My ears spit out blood mist!

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

Not only that, but blood mist erupted from the mouth and nose, venting like a torrent of steam, and in a short while everyone around was sprayed with blood all over their faces and bodies.

And on the sofa on the wall, there are also tiny blood droplets that evaporate and then condense everywhere.

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

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 doomed!

Franklin also realized this, and couldn't help being a little lucky, because no matter what the Blue and White Society did to Tom, whether he could save this man, at least he was fine.

"I'm not dead! Hahaha!" Tom jumped up in surprise. Although the blood mist sprayed out horribly, he felt fine, as if it was just a small bleeding.

Hearing him yelling, everyone was overjoyed. Is the Lanbai Society so powerful? Resisted the curse?

Turn people into cartoons, so that they won't die after evaporating so much blood?

Franklin was overjoyed, and just about to say something, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he covered his left kidney with his hand.

He didn't say anything, and the others were still in ecstasy, but the D-class personnel were always observing them, and they were shocked when they saw Franklin's instinctive movement.

I saw the D-class personnel shouting: "Doctor! Everyone will die again, suture!"

As he spoke, he grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, hugged his head, pressed on his neck, and let his body fall to the ground.

The other three people don't know why, and Tom thought that this person is brain-dead?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a puff, and a circle of blood appeared on the necks of Tom and Rijkaard at the same time, and blood oozed out of it.

Rijkaard felt as if his neck had been cut off in an instant, and suddenly shook in horror. As a result, his head squeaked and fell off.

But Tom lay still, and although he had been decapitated, his head had not been separated.

"Bang!" At the same time, the door was suddenly opened, and a doctor rushed to Rijkaard in an instant, caught the head, and the needle and thread seemed to be lifted by the air, and sewed it up for him.

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

Mo Poor followed closely behind and saw that the D-class personnel on the ground, although none of their heads were separated, were severed. The spine, nerves, veins, trachea, and muscles were all cut across!

Even if the D-class personnel lie down in advance and press them tightly, it can only slightly alleviate the death for a moment. The blood pressure of the human body will spurt the blood out of the gap, and the disconnection of the nerves cannot be connected by being close together.

At this moment, the D-class personnel's eyes were wide open, their mouths were slightly opened and twitched, and the blood on their faces faded instantly.

But Mo Poor could see the blazing will to survive in his eyes, and he even glanced at Mo Poor when his eyes moved slightly.

"Save him!" Mo Poor yelled.

There are many doctors, but here, there is only one doctor with absolute suturing ability. They didn't expect that the two people whose death was decapitated would be executed at the same time.

Not stuck, after randomly swiping Tom, he swats Franklin because Tom is not dead!

Because the stone was too strong in the heart, Franklin hardly experienced death. He touched the kidney instinctively, but he felt the beating of the kidney stone...

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

"Pfft!" Mo Poor and the D-level personnel looked at each other, and in an instant an injection was stuck in the D-level personnel's head, directly injecting the medicine from the cerebral cortex into the skull.

Mo Poor knows that after decapitation, the brain stops blood circulation, and it will not lose all oxygen in an instant, and there will be a few seconds of consciousness.

Theoretically, it is only a severed head, because the brain is still intact, and the person does not die instantly.

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

But because it is also a stimulant, at this moment when life-saving is urgently needed, the drug effect is too overbearing. Apart from supplementing the oxygen content of the brain, it is almost destroying the brain at the same time.

But the matter should be done in a hurry, and he will die immediately if he is not injected.

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

The vigorous explosive potion really hung his consciousness, and he crawled back on the verge of losing his brain function and consciousness.

However, this only changed from a few seconds of dying to more than 30 seconds of dying.

More than 30 seconds is still theoretical. If a person's brain thinks he is dead, even if the oxygen content is enough to persist, it will actively expel all oxygen.

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

This D-class personnel's will to survive is indeed very tenacious. His eyes seem to be gone, but he still conveys the strong desire to survive like a raging fire.

He didn't even know if anyone could see this moment, but he still persisted tenaciously and called for help as much as possible.

The eighteenth second of dying...

Doctors abandoned Rijkaard and turned to resuscitating him.

The ingenious stitching combined the disconnected nerves and blood vessels together, trying to restore the blood circulation of the brain.

However, this operation takes time.

Twenty-eight seconds of dying...

Without hesitation, Mo Poor injected another needle.

But the brain has a limit. Mo Poor estimates that even if the D-class personnel's heart is not extinguished, the brain will not be able to persist. The second stitch lasts at most ten seconds.

There was nothing Mo Qiong could do about it, he could only do so much. Back then when his whole body collapsed, the reason he was able to persevere until his main vitality was rescued was not due to injections, but to the stone in his heart.

However, decapitation is not suitable for the case of a stoned heart. The brain loses blood circulation, and the nourishing effect of medicine alone is minimal.

The only thing that is useful is that the theoretical existence of consciousness is provided, and the next step is to see if he can persist until the last second.

Thirty-six seconds to die...

The doctor stood up and said: "The brain stem has been rescued, the spontaneous breathing function has been restored, and the blood circulation has also been restored, but if the brain is dead, it does not make any sense."

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

I saw that the D-level personnel's eyelids were half closed, trembling, and the eyeballs rolled slightly.

Mo Poor called out several times, and he responded.

"Unbelievable...he is still alive..." the doctor said happily.

Even though he saves Rijkaard first, Rijkaard dies, with his head falling off and dying faster.

When the doctor rushed over to suture, he also gave two injections, but the guy's consciousness was annihilated, and his brain's emotional thinking ability was lost in two seconds, and his brain waves were calmed down. And eight seconds later, the brainstem function was lost, completely brain dead.

Stitching also takes time. After injecting medicine, she still died so quickly, even the genius doctor of Lanbaishe Society couldn't save her.

In comparison, the D-class personnel remained in the last thirty-six seconds, and their brains never thought they were dead.

It is a miracle that consciousness survived after the blood circulation in the brain was restored.

"The next step is to take care of him slowly. His reticular structure, cranial nerve nucleus, and medullary vasomotor center are all severely damaged, and his condition cannot be said to be stable yet." The doctor said.

Mo Poor nodded and looked at the other survivors.

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

Rijkaard, who was decapitated at the same time, was already dead, and his rescue was delayed by the doctor for eighteen seconds. The corpses of ordinary people were cold, but he survived. It was a monster.

But this person is not a monster, Tom knocked him down with a slap, but a skinny boy.

"When I rescued Rijkaard just now, I made sure of one thing. There was no white membrane when suturing, which means that although the death list forcibly removed the decapitated buffs when they were killed, they were again Beheading. But it’s just a beheading. Death after beheading is not a sexual killing, but a handover to nature.” The doctor said.

Mo Qiong hummed, in this case, as long as the decapitated people are D-class personnel with strong will to survive, they will still be rescued in time, and they are not necessarily dead.

This D-class personnel proved to them that the lethality on the death list is reflected in 'killing', not 'killing'.

Hurry up and save it after killing it, so you don't die!

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

Mo Poor soon received news that the contents had appeared at Hines.

Position one has changed, and the second living person recorded on the list, who was once skipped, is now rejoined in Solitaire.

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